A/N: Just a little note, this is NOT the continuation of Day 1. That'll come later down the line!
Day 2: "I'm going to jingle your bells."
To say Addison loves Christmas was an understatement. That was like saying snow days were a little fun, or Disney was cool (snow days are the epitome of days off and Disney is, hands down, the most magical place on earth).
She's got her decorations out and started by Black Friday, and the majority of the apartment is decorated by the second day of December. Some people say she's a tiny bit crazy.
And by some people, she means her well meaning, loving, zombie fiancé.
She's in the kitchen, decked out in her favorite custom dress that Bree had gifted her last Christmas, humming along to jingle bells and dancing while she makes breakfast. Her dress sings with her, upwards of 200 jingling bells sewn around the red dress ringing with her every movement.
She hears their bedroom door open and the unmistakable sound of Zed dragging himself down the hall to the kitchen, his quiet grumbles making her giggle under her breath. He's never actually seen the dress before and she was excited to see his reaction.
"What the…"
Addison giggles to herself. She crosses her legs at the ankle, and slowly spins around, her dress jingling with the movement. She grins, especially at Zed's strained smile.
"Good morning! Twenty three days until Christmas!" she exclaims.
Zed stares at her with wide eyes. "What…what are you wearing?"
Addison giggles. She does a little shake of her hips. "You like it? It's my jingle bell dress!"
"It's…something alright."
She laughs, skipping over until she is in front of him. "It's a very loud dress," he comments.
"I love it!" she squeals. "I feel like walking Christmas spirit."
Zed lets out a little laugh. "What a weird thing to wake up to," he mutters. She smiles and he lazily wraps his arms around her waist, leaning down to plant a kiss on her forehead. "You're so weird, Addy."
"You love me." She wraps her arms around his neck, smiling at the ringing with her every movement.
"I'm gonna destroy this dress," he grumbles. "Too loud."
"I like it," she states. "I'm a music maker." She smirks. "Bet I can make you love the dress."
Zed raises an eyebrow. "And how do you plan to do that?"
She slips out of his arms, taking a step back. "Ready?" she asks. He raises an eyebrow at her but nods, backing up to lean against the kitchen entryway.
She crosses her ankles and turns slowly, only a few of the bells ringing as she moves. She paused to let the timing fade out, then start deliberately moving her hips, creating a steady jingling of the bells while snapping her fingers.
She snaps her hip and looks at him over her shoulder. His eyes are already wide and his jaw on the floor, and she hasn't even started yet!
"Santa baby," she sings, dropping her voice as low as she could while still carrying a tune. She steps forward, making sure to pop a hip with each step as she takes the three steps toward the counter, each while singing, "slip a sable under the tree...for me."
She stops when she's at the counter, whipping her head around. "I've been an awful good girl." She smiles sweetly and winks. She catches the panicked look on his face as he swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He wasn't going to last long—she gave him to the first chorus before he lost his mind.
"Santa baby," she turns around, pressing her back into the counter, arching over it, "so hurry down the chimney tonight."
She hops onto the counter, crossing her legs over each other. "Santa baby," she sings, waving her fingers in a 'come here' motion. Zed moves as if in a trance, guided by her sultry movements and the growing erection in his boxers. "A '54 convertible too." She holds out her hand and he stops halfway in the kitchen. She pretends to look around, then grins wickedly, letting her legs spread slowly, "light blue."
His eyes bug out at the sight of her light blue lacy panties. Before he can oogle too long, she snaps her legs closed. "I'll wait up for you dear." She hops off the counter, her feet hitting the cold floor. She drags her hands down her front as she sinks into a squat, singing, "Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight."
She slides down into a split. She turns back to look at him, batting her eyes innocently. "Think of all the fun I've missed." She swings her back leg around and stands, rolling her body, popping her ass out.
"Think of all the fellas that I," she looks back at him again, pausing dramatically, then, "haven't kissed." She blows him a kiss, then turns back around. She rolls her wrists as she stretches her arms out, snapping her hips to the rhythm. "Next year I could be just as good, if you check off my Christmas lis—"
She squeals when Zed wraps his arms around her, a low almost growl escaping his lips. "You're gonna be the death of me, Addy," he growls in her ear.
She giggles, then lets out a small gasp when he grinds his erection against the top of her ass. She drops her head back into his chest, giving him a smile. "I'm guessing you like the dress?"
He huffs. Instead of answering her, he dips his head down and kisses her neck. "Hate the dress," he mumbles. "Love you, though."
"Yeah?" she asks, shuddering out a breath. He bites her just below her jaw and her eyes flutter closed, his lips and tongue soothing the bite mark.
"When did you learn to do that?"
One of his hands travel down her front. Bells ring as he brushes past them and sneaks his hand under her dress. He slides his fingers into her panties, seeking out her clit and making her gasp.
"You were working late last night and I was bored," she says, "and horny. Very very—" His fingers pinch the sensitive little nub and she lets out a pleasure-filled squeal, her eyes closing.
"Oh fuck," she mutters.
"You learned all that last night?"
"Well, Bree and I found this really cool belly dancing class at that gym we've been going to but—"
"Belly dancing?" he questions. She nods just as he goes back to toying with her most sensitive area, playing with her clit like it was his life goal, eliciting moans and gasps of pleasure from her. Wetness pools in her panties at the one place he hadn't touched yet. "That was more like a striptease without the stripping."
He slides his hand down deeper, fingers finally coming in contact with her dripping pussy. "You could complain or you could piss off the neighbors," she tells him quickly.
"Oh, I'm going to jingle your bells," he says. "They'll probably throw us out of here."
He snatches his hand from her panties and guides her forward until she's leaning over the counter, ass sticking high in the air. He lifts her dress then pulls her panties down to her knees.
He slips his hands under her dress, holding her hips. "Fucking hate this dress," he grumbles. She laughs, the sound turning into a moan as he pushes his way into her. He leans over her back and chuckles. "Oh my God, I hate this dress so much. It's killing the mood."
"No," she says, "the louder the bells, the better you're fucking me. And I don't hear any bells…I bet I could find someone else to jingle my bells…"
Zed hums, his hand lightly smacking her ass. She squeals and he chuckles. "So needy," he teases. He pulls out slowly, groaning in appreciation while she moans softly. He's careful and deliberate, making sure not to move too much to make her move. He does the same thing as he pushes back in—slow and careful, though this time his hands feel up the soft flesh of her ass.
"Zed," she whines. "Don't be a meany."
"But I don't wanna disturb the neighbors!" he claims with mock innocence. He thrusts again, slow and deliberate and shallow, pulling a whine from Addison.
"But I want you to fuck me," she counters. "Hard. Very hard. I wanna scream! Make me scream!"
"You're already screaming," he remarks smartly.
She starts to whine again, but his hand comes down on her ass again and she squeals as the bells on her dress jingle with the movement. "So you'll spank me but you won't fucking ravage me!"
Zed chuckles as his hips continue to lazily pump into her at a deliberately slow pace. "You have a nice ass," he comments.
Addison groans, dropping her head on her crossed arms resting against the counter. She'd be a lot madder if he wasn't absolutely amazing at slow fucking. It was torturous though. Plus she'd really hoped to get rawed.
"Don't make me beg," she complains.
He chuckles, leaning over her back, kissing her neck. "I'm kinda enjoying taking my time, baby," he whispers.
"Fuck me," she moans. He bites her neck and she tilts her head to the side, moaning as he sucks and kisses at the skin. "Harder, Z, please."
Addison stretches her arms out and pushes her ass back into him. Zed responds by trailing his hands up her arms until he can link their fingers together. She doesn't care though, the silver band on his wrist catching her attention.
"Can I? Can I take off your Z-Band?"
He stutters, jingling her bells more aggressively than he had before, then stops. "That's cheating," he says.
"Please?"
He turns his face into her neck. "Don't wanna hurt you," he adds.
She slips her right hand from under his and rests it on his band. "You won't," she assures him.
He kisses the side of her face. "I love you," he whispers, "go ahead."
She presses hard on the clasp, still broken from all those years ago, watching as it snaps under her pressure. Then she's sliding the band from around his wrist. The veins on his arms grow dark, traveling up his skin, and she hears his breathing get harder and more labored.
Addison loves Zed. She really loves when he fucks her, sweet and loving, sometimes she enjoys the slow teasing. She also really loves it when he's rough with her.
But there's a special kind of thrill that shoots through her body when he takes off his Z-Band and his zombie wrecks her world. A thrill that starts the second she feels him get a little bigger and much harder inside her, that shoots from her sensitive pussy all throughout her body.
Zombie Zed and regular Zed aren't much different. He's still kind and caring, he's just got a lot less self-control.
He pulls out almost slowly but snaps his hips roughly, testing out the waters. He does it again, grunting in approval at the groan that leaves her throat.
Zed straightens up, grabbing her hips roughly. He doesn't waste a second, pounding her dripping snatch with enough vigor to make her cry out loud. Her fingers scratch uselessly on the countertop, searching for something to hold.
"Add…Addison," he pants roughly, his voice barely heard above the hundreds of bells ringing with every hard thrust.
"Oh, yes," she moans loudly, "so good baby."
His rhythm gets even more wild, if that's even possible. His hands suddenly grab their way up her body to pull her back against him, mouth attaching to her neck as soon as she's upright. The new angle makes her cry out. She can feel his growl in frustration vibrate across her skin when he tries palming her breasts, the bells acting as a protective barrier against his touch.
It doesn't surprise her when he's ripping the fabric to shreds like wet paper in the next instant. A thrill of adrenaline courses through her as he continues to tear the dress off her body while aggressively pounding up into her, the chorus of bells chiming as they scatter across the floor filling the room overtop of his grunts and her moans.
Addison reaches her arms back, gripping his head for support. It's almost an awkward angle, but neither of them care. Zed's got one arm wrapped around her middle, holding her in place while he pounds into her, and the other hand pulling and tweaking her nipples. It's all so good, Zed's rough groans and grunts singing in her ear as he attempts to kiss her, sloppily managing to kiss her neck, his aggressive ministrations all over, from his hands to his dick, even the sound of the last remaining pieces of her dress being rung out with every movement.
"Fuck!" she cries. "Zed, Zed. Zed, oh, oh yes." She pats his arm, and he stutters to a stop. She pants out, "Table, table. Fuck, table."
He understands enough to carry her over to the table. She barely manages to grab his discarded Z-Band before he's moving, then swiping an arm over the flat surface, pushing everything on the table into the floor. He pulls her off his slick member and spins her around, practically slamming her onto the table and pouncing back over her.
Addison barely gets out a gasp before his mouth is devouring hers, his hard cock thundering in her at a relentless pace. She grabs at his hair, gasping and moaning in his mouth.
They'd spent so long in the beginning stages of their sexual relationship working on trust—Z-Band or no—that she's not the least bit worried now. He's moving too fast and wildly for her to wrap her legs around him, his hands pawing at her tits roughly. All she can do is lay there while he ravishes her, her cries of absolute pleasure being muffled by his mouth over hers.
Then the next instant she's cumming. Zed bites on her lip and growls when her snatch tightens around his unrelenting thrusts, before pulling up, releasing her orgasmic screams into the thick air of the apartment.
He slams into her, his dick swelling and a loud roar leaving his throat as he cums deep inside her spasming cunt. He feels so good, giving her short, shallow thrusts as he empties his seed in her. Enough to prolong her own orgasm through his, until they're both sweaty, panting messes.
Zed leans over her—or more likely slumps—kissing her lips clumsy and tired. One of her arms wraps around his neck casually, her other hand busy grabbing his Z-Band. She manages to sneak it onto his wrist with a shaky hand, hearing the beeps of it activating while Zed slowly softens within her.
"Fuck," he breathes. He pulls his lips away and looks at her flushed face, the last hint of him zombie-ing out fading away. "So good," he adds. "I love you."
"Love you too," she mumbles. "Carry me to our room?"
He raises an eyebrow. "You want more? Thought I put on a pretty good performance…"
She giggled tiredly. "I wanna cuddle. Someone just fucked the Christmas outta me," she says. "Maybe later though."
He smiles, then, once she's got her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, he stands, carrying her back to their bedroom, ignoring the impending headache of having to clean to the kitchen.