So I turned 21st Birthday fun into a two-shot! This chapter is based on the recent Oscars!
I want to thank Ang who as always encourages me and helps me with my stories and she also kept me well informed on all the showbiz news when I couldn't get online!
Also a big thanks to Allie who gave me a detailed description of the Oscars over the phone when I couldn't get online. It was due to her enthusiasm that made me want to write this one-shot and I practically wrote the whole thing just based on her conversation (M rated stuff excluded in that convo-lol, so I didn't even need to look at photo's). So thanks honey!
Standing on the stage, the music pounding in his ears, Zac had never felt adrenaline quiet like it before. The buzz of performing, of singing and dancing and the roar of the audience's applause pulsated around his body. Squeezing his hand tighter around Vanessa's, his smile widened with pride, satisfaction and relief. The weeks of rehearsals, followed by costume fittings, followed by more rehearsals were now finally over and the worry and labour of his work had come to fruition. Grinning down at her as she looked up at him with her big chocolate brown eyes made his mind travel back to the previous day.
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'I don't think I can go through with it,' stated Zac, throwing his head down onto the pillow and pulling the covers tighter around himself.
'Zac it's too late now, the Oscars are tomorrow. You haven't got time for doubts,' replied Vanessa, coming to a stop at the side of the bed, dressed only in his shirt.
'Mmm,' he murmured, now distracted by the amount of leg on display. Vanessa reached down and tilted his chin so he was now looking at her and kept her eyes locked with his.
'Repeat after me,' she ordered. 'I will be fine, I cannot fail.'
'I will be-' started Zac before lunging at her and pulling her down on top of him. She began to struggle and he flopped her down onto the empty side of the bed, leaning up on his elbow so he could look down at her.
'That's the last time I try and help you,' she groaned, trying to regain her breath that had been knocked out of her. Zac's eyes twinkled as he watched her and he started to run his hands through her dark tumbling curls.
'Aww come on, I just don't believe in all that mumbo jumbo stuff,' he explained before bringing his mouth down to her ear and whispering, 'But you know how you could take my mind off things.' A shiver ran down her spine as his breath ghosted against her ear. Rolling onto her side, she snuggled in closer to him, placing her hands flat against his chest-letting him know that she hadn't been fooled.
'Look, Zac there's no point pretending. Nothing's gonna take your mind off tomorrow, is it?'
'Damn you, Miss Hudgens, am I that easy to read?' he asked, sliding his hands around her waist and pulling her in tighter, his chin resting on the top of her head. He loved how she felt in his arms, her small delicate frame against his and he loved the way they fitted together so perfectly. He remembered the first time they'd slept together and how afterwards all he'd wanted to do was to hold her close. She'd been surprised at this, after always reading in magazines that all men did after was roll over and go to sleep. Zac never felt like that and he was sure that if all the other men out there had Vanessa too, then they would want to cuddle and kiss and hold her tight forever too.
'I can read you Zac,' she replied gently, kissing his bare chest. 'What are you so afraid of?'
'Everything,' he replied honestly. If there was one thing he could always be with Vanessa it was honest. 'I'm afraid of singing badly, forgetting the words, forgetting my dance routine, tripping down the stairs, slipping on the stage, showing you up.' That was it, the last admission and they both knew that was what he was most afraid of. Scooting back a bit, Vanessa brought her face level with his and wound her arms around his neck.
'Zac when have you ever showed me up? You could never show me up! You know you can sing- all your fans love your voice. If you forget your lines then I'll sing them for you and we'll be holding hands so if you fall or slip then your taking me down with you mister, okay?' she stated, rubbing her nose against his. 'And if you forget your moves then just do the famous Efron booty dance. It always works for me,' she added, winking flirty at him. Zac's nervous stomach eased with every word she spoke and by the end he was chuckling along with her.
'So it's only the booty dance that works for you is it?' he asked cheekily, gently pinching her butt.
'Not just the dance-' she started, placing her lips against his and running her hands down his chest. 'Everything about you works for me.'
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'What are you grinning like that for,' Vanessa whispered to him out the corner of her mouth. The camera spanned away from them and they were finally allowed to exit the stage. Their hands still entwined, Zac led the way, following behind the dancers. Nearing the doors, Zac placed his arm around Vanessa's waist as the crowd of dancers tried to get to their dressing rooms. As ever he was her protector yet he held onto her like she was a little fragile china doll.
'I'm relieved it's all over,' he whispered to her, not wanting anyone else to hear. Giggling she nudged him with her shoulder.
'So you didn't enjoy it at all then?' she pouted up to him. Zac felt the familiar stirrings that she always invoked in him whenever she looked at him like that.
'Oh I liked the view,' he replied, staring hungrily down at her chest, making it blatantly obvious to her what view he was referring to. 'Did I mention how hot I think you look? He whispered, his nose in her hair and his mouth brushing the outer shell of her ear.
'Just about a hundred times,' she mused, her insides squirming delightedly as his hand slid to her hip and sent heat racing through her body.
'Maybe I should stop saying it then and start showing you.' Grabbing her hand again he weaved them quickly around the stragglers in the corridor, Vanessa struggling to speed up in her high heels and was literally dragged along by her over eager boyfriend. Eventually they made it to their shared dressing room and Zac slammed the door shut, locking it quickly behind him. Grabbing both her hands he rammed her into the door as gently as he could.
'Zac, do we have time?' breathed Vanessa, her voice hitching in her throat as his hands began a dance of exploration over her body. Without waiting for an answer she pulled his head down to hers and connected their lips passionately. It was hungry and fast paced but their mouths worked together symmetrically. Parting her dark red lips so their tongues could entwine. Vanessa moaned into his mouth. Using his knee to part her legs open slightly, Zac moved his mouth down to her neck, lavishing it with small pecks, little nips and powerful sucks- tasting her sweet flesh. Grabbing his jacket, Vanessa pulled him in closer to her and closed her eyes as his rock hard length pressed against her core, causing a delicious friction. With one quick swipe she rid him of his jacket and began opening his shirt as he trailed his hot mouth back up to her mouth, sucking her lips sensuously before plunging his tongue back into her mouth, making her grip his now bare shoulders, digging her nails into his skin.
'Zac, I need to get you out these pants,' she demanded huskily, her hands trailing down over his chest, fingering lightly over his abs before playing with the light smattering of hairs just above the waistband of his trousers. Slowly, tantalisingly she pulled down the zip and opened the button causing Zac to groan in frustration as he watched her skilful hands so close to where he wanted her to touch. Kissing him on the lips, Vanessa finally pushed down his trousers and boxers in one fluid motion. She watched him as he watched her hands delicately grip his thick hard shaft and began to move her hand up and down in rhythm before trailing her thumb around the tip in circular movements.
'God Van,' he shuddered out, stilling her hands and placing them flat on the door behind them. 'It's my turn, and as much as I love that costume I'd prefer you out of it.' Spinning her around he began to untie the corset type back and pulled the material down, letting her step out of it. Kissing his way down her smooth bare back he slipped his hand down the front of her fishnet stockings and began to slowly finger her wet folds. Hearing her moaning his name, he bit down on the flesh at the base of her back and quickly inserted two fingers into her, moving them in and out as her breathing quickened to the pace. Standing up fully he allowed her body to lean against his as her mind clouded with pleasure. Leaning her hands on the door in front of her for further support as he rubbed her clit with his thumb whilst adding a third finger to increase her pleasure.
'Zac,' cried Vanessa as his fingers moved inside her faster and she was suddenly brought to the height of her passion, her orgasm rocking through her body. Before she had a chance to come back down to earth Zac had spun her back around, tearing down her fishnets and lifting her up so her back rested against the door. Shaking off her shoes and stockings she wound her legs around his waist as he roughly pushed into her. Vanessa threw her head back against the door at the glorious feeling it evoked. For a while she let him build his rhythm but before long she was matching him stroke for stroke, bringing her hips down as he thrust up. Tightening her legs around him made Zac moan out loud as her muscles clamped tighter around his shaft. Grabbing her butt he thrust into her harder and faster, slamming her more forcefully into the door with each thrust. Nearing his peak, Zac began to slow down, trying to hold on to the delicious feeling. Bringing his hand around he began to play with her clit again so they could come together, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, gently biting and tweaking with his tongue and lips, adding to her bliss.
'Zac, I'm nearly there,' she cried, biting down on his shoulder as she felt her muscles start to contract as he thrust into her on one last time. Crying out into his neck to muffle the noise, she squeezed him tight as he came, closing his eyes in ecstasy as he spilled into her.
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'Do I look presentable then?' Vanessa asked 15 minutes later, as she picked up her clutch purse and added another coat of deep red lipstick in case anyone noticed it had been rubbed off.
'You hairs a bit…erm messy,' he hedged, trying to choose his words carefully.
'Just got changed out of costume messy? Or just been shagged against a wall messy?' she asked, pinching his butt before checking her appearance once more in the mirror. Smoothing down the material of her long black dress and straightening her white earrings, she took his hand and started heading for the door.
'Don't you get to keep the costume?' he asked forlornly, looking back at the black and white leotard, red gloves, fishnet stockings and top hat.
'What is it with you and costumes?' she asked, grinning cheekily at him.
'I don't know. Seeing you in a costume just works for me,' he stated, looking down at her hungrily again.
'So it's just my costumes that work for you then?' she battered her eyelashes up at him.
'Not just the costumes-' he started, pulling her tightly into him and running his hands tantalizingly down her back. 'Everything about you works for me.'
A/N Oh and a hug to Jenni who does wonders for a girls writing Ego-your fab honey!