An: As I promised, here is a longer chapter! I'd like to say thank you to everyone who has reviewed! I really appreciate them. Um, this chapter includes 100% real and accurate descriptions of places on the island of Maui. I've been there a few times, so actually, some of the stuff that happens to Zac and Yvonne, happened to me on my 18th birthday (aka two years ago), except for a major event which should be obvious to figure out it wasn't me.

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Chapter Seven: Lay Down

"I said its hot outside; let me go swimming in your eyes. We've been running for awhile, why don't you lay down I'll make you smile. I could never ask for nothing better than this. It's just tequila and the beach, it's quite salty when we kiss,"—Lay Me Down, Dirty Heads.

"Think of it this way," Zac recommended a few hours later. They arrived to the beachside resort earlier that evening and now were sitting amidst the gardens of Café Kula. The place was rather small—a mere blip to its exotic surroundings—but with the homemade coconut cream pie and the freshest coffee tickling their taste buds, neither had the audacity to complain.

"And which way is that?" Yvonne asked, smiling wryly.

"Ha-Ha." His laugh dripped with sarcasm. "What I'm trying to say is that we're much better off with our relationship being publicized then kept in secret. They were going to find out sooner or later anyway, so what's so wrong with us getting the upper hand and telling everyone before shit really hit the fan? Just think of how it'd been if they saw us in Maui together without knowing the truth."

"In hindsight, this was a mistake regardless," replied Yvonne frowning. She took a sip of the hot drink, "I'm unsure to just what that mistake is exactly…nothing ever goes down smoothly."

Zac half-nodded. "I guess you're probably right. So if this is the calm before the storm, can we at least try and enjoy it? We're in Hawaii for a whole week, let's have some fun."

"I just don't want the paparazzi—or anyone else, following us around the island the entire time."

Zac forked a mound of pie and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully, then pointed the utensil at her, commenting. "Believe me, after what you did to them last time, I doubt they'll ever mess with you again. You were pretty scary, babe."

"I think I made one of them cry," she recalled and added with a touch of worry in her voice. "I hope that they don't press charges for verbal assault..."

"You're seriously over-thinking this, and I blame it partially on the jet lag."

"I'm not tired."

Zac dismissed her; briefly glancing to his iPhone to check the time. "I think we should go back to our room and call it a night. We have a big day tomorrow."

"A big day…wasn't the whole point of this vacation to relax?"

"Yeah, relaxing is part of it…among other things."

Her brows furrowed suspiciously, "So what are we doing then?"

He winked, "It's a surprise."

Yvonne pouted. "I hate surprises."

"I know you do."

A tropical breeze swept through the café and signaled for their departure. They left the table with full bellies and racing thoughts. Yvonne spent the entire walk back to the villa just trying to figure Zac out. What did he have planned? Where were they going? Would it be dangerous? One of Zac's faults was his earnest to do outrageous things. He was an adrenaline junkie. She knew how he thrived on accomplishing anything that'd possibly result in an early death: skydiving, cliff jumping, snowboarding, skiing, skateboarding, racing sports cars, just to name a few.

Zac noticed her ambivalence and chuckled lowly.

He's messing with my mind, she realized, incensed. I bet it's just a trick and tomorrow will be tame…

Then Yvonne remembered that Zac did not have the word "tame" anywhere in his vocabulary.

With a sigh, she began mentally preparing herself for the morning, certain that sleeping would be unlikely.

The milky dawn broke when the sun peaked from above the rolling hills to illuminate grey skies with a vibrant, colorful wash of color. Light first touched the balcony and crept slowly inside the villa until the room was fully engulfed with its brightness. With eyes still firmly shut, Yvonne could feel the heat sting through her lids. Then there were a pair of strong hands urging her awake. They shook once and she grumbled, throwing the covers over her head in defiance.

"Rise and shine, baby!"

Her protests were a muffled, "NAEIOU!" But Zac easily rolled Yvonne from out of her protective cocoon, and she grudgingly met him with a nasty glare. Zac wore a dazzling smile, almost as blinding as the sun itself. He was already dressed in a pair swim trunks, a TNM shirt, and sandals. He was also totally (unsurprisingly) awake; it both amazed and disgusted her.

Zac prodded her gently with his finger. Face scrunched in mild annoyance, she shifted her gaze sideways. "Do I want to know what time it is?"

His grin broadened. Yvonne was a total grouch in the morning.

"Well, it depends," he said. "I mean it's only seven in LA—"

Yvonne sat up. "And with a two hour difference, it's five am here." She paused, aghast. "You are evil."

Zac turned around to hide his growing smirk. His smugness was short-lived by a pillow nailing him in the back of the head with deadly, Sarah Walker-esque accuracy.

They left the resort parking lot in Zac's rental car—a sleek black Charger. He was very adamant about acquiring the particular vehicle and Yvonne wondered if it was because he compulsively needed something fast, or that it had to do with the trip itself. Either way, she was on edge. The drive was relatively short, about fifteen minutes until they came to a Hawaiian bakery.

"Breakfast?" asked Yvonne curiously. Her stomach growled hungrily.

Zac smiled and nodded. "Donuts, I thought it'd be nice to grab a dozen before we hit the road, y'know?" Her defensiveness was replaced by a hint of a smile. "Anyway, I'll go inside and you stay here. Don't fall asleep on me though," he teased lightly.

He leaned over to give Yvonne a peck on the cheek before exiting the car. She watched him disappear; sank into the leather headrest and felt her eyes droop closed as the radio speakers played Foster the People's Pumped up Kicks and lulled her to sleep.

Yvonne awoke to the slamming of the car door followed by engine roaring to life. Eyes parted to find a white cardboard box resting in her lap. Zac had returned; the car began to move and they were back on the road. A few moments went by and she gently raised the container's lid. There were twelve plump, freshly made donuts sitting inside. Zac noticed her ogling the baked goods and mentioned enthusiastically, "There's plenty between the two of us, so have at it. There's a bear claw with your name on it."

With careful fingers, she picked up a large caramel donut and lifted it up to her mouth. She took a bite, giving a pleasurable sigh. Zac snorted as she devoured the pastry in seconds flat. "Wow, I wish I could get you to make noises like that."

Mouth full, Yvonne merely rolled her eyes and swatted him on the shoulder. He feigned a pained grimace and continued to drive into the tropical hillside while she demolished the tasty treats.

The further Zac drove, the narrower the roads became. As the Charger winded around the mountain terrain, it turned wild and trees seemed to reach for the sky. The car shook from the uneven surface. Yvonne felt her stomach churn unexpectedly. She noticed the box was empty and her complexion paled. Zac sensed something was amiss and his eyes strayed from the path ahead, flickering to Yvonne.

"Hey, weren't you going to leave me at least one?"

She settled a hand onto her belly and swallowed the bile that was rising up her throat, whispering, "stop the car."

"What?"

"Stop the car, Zac!"

Her outburst had him slamming onto the breaks. The Charger screeched to a halt and Yvonne ditched her seat immediately, tumbling to the side of the road where she bent over and retched. Zac had followed, now rubbing Yvonne's back in slow ministrations while she emptied the contents of her stomach.

"Hey, hey, it's alright," he said in a soothing voice. "Sometimes car sickness happens to the best of us."

Yvonne felt comforted by his words. The nausea subsided to a bearable twinge and she straightened up, casting Zac a grateful smile. "You're amazing," she told him and he blushed. Wiping her mouth with a hand, she glanced around her surroundings. The smell of exotic fruit hung in the air. Where were they?

"Your timing was impeccable," noted Zac. Yvonne looked at him confusedly. He grinned. "We're here."

Here.

Where was here? Yvonne wondered.

Zac didn't go into further detail, but began to lead them both to a pasture of grass that lay beyond the dirt road. Yvonne was wary upon reading the No Trespassing sign at the entrance to the path. Clearly, no one was supposed to be there. Nevertheless, they traveled down a slope until she could see the horizon peak over the grassy knoll.

"Almost there," she heard Zac say. "Be careful, it's slippery."

Cautiously, she made her descent into a heavily wooded area. Zac remained in front, clearing the branches and leaves with his hands. Yvonne inhaled the familar salty air, and then stopped when Zac stood motionless. She walked beside him, looking confused. It wasn't until she focused ahead did Yvonne feel like someone had knocked the wind from her lungs.

It was breathtaking.

There was a giant pool of water sitting perfectly at the bottom of cavern-shaped basin; its turqoise surface rippling seemed unreal. A thin strip of shoreline separated the conclave from the endless sea. Waves crashed into the beach, spraying them with a cool mist.

"How did you find this…?" She almost whispered, still in awe.

"Uh…" he was speechless as well. "Google actually."

They were overlooking the extrodinary view for another minute nd then headed further down the trail to find a place where they could rest. There was a flat bed of rock and Zac set the backpack aside, kicking off his sandals and stripping away his shirt. Yvonne took a seat on a particularly large boulder, water bottle in hand as she'd take tentative sips.

"Going to test the waters?" she asked.

"Of course, would you like to join me, milady?"

"In a bit, but you go ahead."

Zac did not need to be told twice. Yvonne watched him boldly scale the cliff barefoot with such grace that a man of his height should've lacked. Once he reached the top, he vanished into the foliage and then reappeared; sprinted off the ledge and took into the air. He tucked both knees to his chest and hit the water with a big splash. His head poked from the surface an instant later, bobbing as the wakes gently knock him about.

Grinning, he shouted: "C'mon and join me! It's amazing!"

The sun was at its highest point in the cloudless blue sky and its rays bathed the rocks. The warmth was gratifying and it'd surely tan her to perfection if she refused to move. But that expectant look Zac gave her was unavoidable. Yvonne sighed in resignation.

"Be right there!"

And she followed the same steps as Zac; by the time she approached the edge of the cliff (it had to be at least forty-five to fifty feet high), Yvonne was down to her violet bikini. She felt the sickness return but for a different reason. Zac was floating in the water, eyes focused on her.

"Take a running start," he advised. "Then make sure to jump out!"

Yvonne nodded and with a deep breath, she was falling.

And then she was underwater.

Zac was right. It did feel amazing. The water was cool and refreshing, exonerating the nausea completely. Bubbles retreated from her parted lips; a school of fish and a single turtle swam by. Yvonne watched the sea creatures pass in silent admiration before kicking to the surface. Zac greeted her with an elated grin. She returned it, paddling towards him.

"That was…" She began but he interrupted her with a kiss. "Exhilarating?" He said once they parted. Yvonne nodded and her laughter echoed throughout the isolated end of paradise. Zac tilted her chin to meet his gaze. Chocolate eyes bore into her; their lips met again but with more insistence. She felt his hand dip beneath the water and settle onto her waist, slowly inching to massage her breasts.

Yvonne blinked and instinctivly pushed away from Zac with arms crossed over her chest. He was confused(and slightly hurt) at first, but then the top half of a bikini floated between them and he understood. She was embarrassed, watching him grab the top and swim up to her, putting it against naked skin and tying it around her neck with so much as a devious smirk.

He rested on the crook of her shoulder and whispered gruffly, "We can get to the undressing a bit later…"

Yvonne couldn't speak; her body went rigid with the sheer idea of them, alone in the middle of literally nowhere. Zac left a wet smooch on her cheek, taking long backstrokes towards the shore. He gave a flirty wink and she followed him to the rocks. They were drying off, Zac shaking his head like a wet dog, and Yvonne lost in thought.

"What are the chances of someone discovering this place?" she asked curiously. "And where are we anyway?"

Zac retrieved a towel from the backpack. "It's called the Road to Hana," he explained. "It's about a day trip around the island, and there are plenty of sights—waterfalls, hiking trails, forests, and this here specifically, are called the Venus Pool. Not a lot of people know about it. I made sure to pick somewhere as inconspicuous as possible."

"You've outdone yourself."

"Well, I'm not done yet."

He scooted closer, taking Yvonne by the hips and placed her onto his lap. He brushed his lips across hers like a path of wildfire. She circled both arms around his neck and carded her fingers through his tousled hair. They shared a hungry look, a smile, and then dove right into each other.

She moaned after another deep upstroke. Zac was pressed against her back, thrusting while nipping at tender skin. He was buried to the hilt and the slightest movement elicited a strangled noise from Yvonne. She bucked into him compulsively while he kept an arm fastened around her waist to hold them both steady.

"God, please," she panted feebly. "Please, more…"

Zac gave all he could and possibly more. Yvonne was on her hands and knees, trembling as he increased the rhythm. Her internal muscles contracted and she grew limp, but Zac caught her before she could collapse. His hot breath ghosted her ear and she felt shivers trail up her spine.

"How was that...?"

Yvonne was about to answer, however the sound of nearby voices startled her. She acted involuntarily; rearing into Zac (who hissed in both pain and pleasure) and sending them off balance. Someone yelled, "Hey, what are they doing over there?"

And that's when they panicked.

Suddenly, they wre under the turquoise waves. Yvonne opened her eyes; finding they were dancing in opaque suspension. Zac wore and expression of sheer surprise and she's sure her face was almost identical to his. Then he mouthed something, pointing up. Yvonne affirmed this. She felt exhaustion weigh her down, but managed to pull her bikini bottoms up as Zac did the same. Then they reached the top simultaneously, gasping for air.

"Are you ok?" Zac asked worriedly. He was holding onto Yvonne, keeping her afloat. She nodded and her eyes darted around to where she last heard people talking. On the rocks was a family of four. They were circled together, the parents handing out sandwiches while their children stared at Zac and herself. The little boy pointed at them.

"Mommy, look! I told you, it's Chuck and Sarah!"

They traded uneasy looks.

"So much for inconspicuous," Yvonne mumbled.

But Zac had shrugged off the embarrassment and was already waving at the little boy and his family.

"—and how do you spell it?"

"It's Brian: B-R-I-A-N."

Zac repeated each letter as he wrote, finishing it with his name. He handed the red Angel baseball hat (which he refrained from commenting on) back to the child, Brian. It was now autographed with a short message. Brian thanked him and showed it off to his older sister, who just rolled her eyes in a bored fashion. Yvonne had signed the hat already and was currently chatting with Brian's mother.

"So what brought you to Maui, anything work-related, or…?"

Yvonne smiled and answered politely. "This was actually our vacation. It's still up in the air whether Chuck will get renewed, but we're taking some of the summer off to have some fun…"

"Oh, I hope you don't get cancelled. Brian and Emily absolutely love Chuck. They'll be so heartbroken!"

At least I'm not the only one.

"Things are looking positive," Yvonne lied. "So tell your kids to expect us back in the fall."

Suddenly, there was an eruption of laughter followed by a splash. Yvonne looked behind her to find Zac, Brian, and Emily all huddled at the cliff. Their father apparently had been the one who'd jumped and was now treading above the surface, ushering his children to jump as well. Emily was staring at Zac, obviously smitten, and awaiting confirmation. Yvonne saw him nod, and then girl took her leap of faith.

Now it was just Zac and the boy. Their interactions were priceless. Yvonne was sure that he saw a resemblance between Brian and his nephew, Aiden. He was so great with kids, hardly ever trying. It made her feel slightly envious of his ability to get along with nearly everyone. Not once had she witnessed him leave a conversion with a bad taste in her mouth. Knowing this made her fall even more deeply in love with this man.

Zac grabbed Brian's tiny hand, whispering something into his ear. The boy giggled and Zac grinned widely. They crept the edge and then jumped together, both hitting the water unscathed.

For perhaps the first time ever, Yvonne saw visions of the future—her future, where vacations like these were a common occurrence. She was married with kids of her own. They did not have to worry about the tabloids or paparazzi sneaking up on them. Their family was semi-normal. And it'd be as perfect as such a life style could be.

These were now her hopes and dreams.

"-How long have you two been dating?" The voice of the mother, Nikki, asked and snapped Yvonne from her daydreaming.

"For about a month now," she replied happily, "but it feels longer…"

Nikki agreed, "It's a wonder that it took all this time. Emily always complained about how it seemed like an eternity for Chuck and Sarah to finally become a couple, but your chemistry was really undeniable."

Cheeks tinged scarlet, she almost blurted. "Was it that obvious?"

"My husband and I thought you guys were already an item by the end of the first season," she chuckled and shrugged. "We were wrong, but I'm glad that you found each other."

"Thank you."

And she meant it wholeheartedly.

They bid farewell after lunch.

The family remained at the pool while Zac and Yvonne retraced their steps back through the grass clearing and to the car. Once safely inside and on the road, they both released a collective sigh of relief.

"That was close," Zac whistled. "Can you imagine how awkward that would've been if they saw us?"

Yvonne reclined the passenger seat till it lied flat. "Awkward? It would've been scarring to those poor kids."

"Seeing Chuck and Sarah getting it on doggie style?" Zac snorted with laughter. It was ridiculous. "Yeah, that would've been bad."

The Charger drove along the beaten path to where it passed by a waterfall, and then a small outdoors shop that was selling a myriad of fruit, jewelry and other knickknacks. Zac noticed from the corner of his eye that Yvonne had fallen asleep. She was starting to burn instead of tan, and he decided to do her a favor and buy a bamboo sunhat. He placed it on top of her face to block the sun's rays. She came to moments later.

"What's this?" She mumbled, examining it lazily.

"A gift to protect that beautiful face of yours."

Yvonne put it on her head. She looked gorgeous. "Where to next?"

They crossed a bridge; exotic birds chirped and a white-feathered peacock trotted alongside the paved road. Yvonne stared at the elegant animal until it disappeared into a bushel of leaves. Zac had been watching it as well.

"I was thinking about hauling ass back to the hotel," he replied casually. "We can get there before sunset, finish up where we left off," and Zac did the eyebrow dance which in itself was tough to resist.

Yvonne pretended to contemplate, but then pointed straight ahead.

"Onward!"

They collapsed in a tangled heap on the floor of the room, naked and sweating profusely. Their chests heaved in unison, skin glistening as if they were covered by diamonds. Yvonne stared through half-lidded eyes to the opened window. It was blowing the ocean wind towards them both, cooling their bodies. The sun appeared as though it was being swallowed by the Pacific. They watched it set in peaceful silence, Zac holding her in a protective embrace, a single blanket draped over them.

"I like this," she murmured.

Zac kissed her shoulder blade, serving as a soft agreement.

"As do I."

An: In case if you were wondering, here's my trip compared to Zachonne's.

I've stayed at the Grand Wailea (not a villa) and it's AMAZING!

Café Kula is so good! What can I say, I love coconut cream pie.

Waking up early is essential to a productive day on the Hawaiian islands.

Every year on my birthday, from ages 13-18, we'd stop by Krispy Kreme for some donuts. One year while doing the Road to Hana, my dad had to pull over the car (a Charger) so I could throw up.

The Venus Pools is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I kept thinking I was in an episode from LOST. Cliff jumping is the shit.

I lost my bikini top when I jumped off the cliff. My boyfriend had to put it back on.

My brother almost jumped on a sea turtle. No bueno.

My boyfriend and I did NOT have sex at the Venus Pool for obvious reasons. However, later that night back at the hotel was a different story.

And that's basically it!

Check back in for Chapter Eight soon! It'll be more fun times of Zac and Yvonne hanging out at the resort. Beware of Zachary Levi, "Man-child."