Zed watched Addison walk away from him in confusion. What had just happened? Beatriz punched him in the arm. He turned his attention back to her.

"What was that for?"
"Dude! You know, in healthy relationships, people usually mention their exes."

Zed rubbed the back of his neck and grimaced.

"It's still pretty new…" He admitted.
"Clearly." Beatriz rolled her eyes. "Though I'm kinda surprised you're even dating someone else. Didn't you have the biggest crush on one of the cheerleader?"

Zed ducked his head in embarrassment. He regretted being so honest with her when they'd broken up, now. At the same time, he had thought he owed her at least that much. It wasn't her fault he was falling for someone else. Beatriz had called his brutal honesty refreshing before agreeing that, in any cases, they just weren't working well together.

"Oh… uh. That's her."
"That's amazing, Zed! I'm happy for you."
"Thank you."
"Now go fix your relationship."
"What?" Zed frowned.

Beatriz rolled her eyes.

"You didn't tell her about me. That girl probably thinks she's a rebound or something."
"Shit! Bea, I –"
"I'll see you at the mash! Go!"

Zed sent her a grateful smile and started running in the direction Addison left not minutes ago.

AZAZAZ

Even though she had said she was going to check in with Zoey, Addison's feet were leading her away from Santa's Village. She knew it wasn't the smartest idea; she wasn't familiar with the streets of Zombietown, and she could easily get lost. She'd barely made it outside when someone grabbed her arm. Years of her father's self-defence lessons meant she should have punched her assailant and she had before. On what, looking back, was one deeply satisfying occasion, she had punched Warner and gave him a black eye.

This time, she didn't move because even from that simple touch, she knew who it was. She couldn't help the way his touch calmed her down, but she also refused to look at him in the eyes. His hand traveled from her arm to hers, his fingers interlacing with her own. Zed waited for a beat and she knew he was giving her time to pull away, but she didn't and suddenly he was pulling her along in an alley. They certainly were making an habit of that.

Addison wouldn't make eye contact with him and it was killing him inside. He noticed how red her eyes were and a few errant teardrops on her face. His thumb brusher carefully across her cheeks and under her eyes, wiping away those tears.

"Talk to me, Addie," he pleaded.
"It's stupid." She sniffled.
"Not if it made you feel that way."

Addison drew in a long breath. She was going to sound pathetic, but she couldn't say no when he was being this thoughtful.

"She's beautiful. And tall. And she's not human. She's amazing… And I'm… I'm just me."

Addison's words tumbled down so fast that Zed barely managed to process them. Just me. Zed wanted to scream at the entire world. Addison lacked self-esteem more than anyone else he'd met before. Not for the first time, Zed wondered what it would have been like to meet her earlier in life; before high school and college turned the fearless child from her stories into the insecure young woman that's standing in front of him.

"You are perfect. You're amazing, stunning and kind." Zed insisted. "Sure, she's tall and pretty, but we broke up because we didn't work together." He paused; he could tell her everything now, he could come clean. "I like you."
"You, you do?" Addison could feel her heart racing. Maybe she could tell him the truth.
"Well, yeah. We're friends right? And you know, we're more. And I'm fake dating you. I wouldn't do that with just anyone, you know."

Zed wanted to facepalm, he was such a fucking coward. Why couldn't he just tell her he wanted to date her for real?

"Oh." Her voice trembled with disappointment. "I wouldn't either." She sighed. "I'm sorry, I overreacted. I just… I just… I might have…"
"I get it. And just so you know, I'm not getting back with her."

Addison nodded, still not completely convinced. Zed brushed hair out of Addison's face, pondering once more, which deity he should thank for meeting the girl of his dreams. She leaned in his touch with a soft smile, closing her eyes. He couldn't resist the temptation, so he captured her lips to taste her.

AZAZAZ

The next morning, Addison sat by the bay window with a hot cup of peppermint tea, looking out and waiting impatiently for Zed's arrival. Her house was already bustling with activity. Her parents, her cousin Bucky as well as two of their neighbours were getting things ready for a day of baking.

She'd been helping them, but her attention was pulled away by the window so often that her neighbour had handed her the steaming mug and banned her to the kitchen until her boyfriend finally made an appearance. A scoffing sound was heard from Bucky, but a stern look from his aunt had shut him up. While she believed beyond doubt that her cousin knew that her "boyfriend" was a zombie, no comments were made in her presence. That didn't mean that she didn't know where Bucky stood on the zombie rights debate.

As a result, she'd settled in the alcove by the bay window, awaiting her favourite zombie. Part of her was still embarrassed by her overreaction the day before, but a bigger part of herself was holding on to the fact that Zed liked her enough to choose her over Beatriz. She thought back to the things she'd learned about Z-bands. Little by little, she was learning more about zombies and she realized how mistaken humans were.

Lost in her thoughts, she almost missed him walking up the street in his grey coat and the green knitted scarf she'd gifted him earlier that week. The corners of her mouth quirked up at the memory of her mom's reaction to her own. She'd stopped in the middle of the living room and brought her hands to rest over her heart, clutching her chest like she was having a heart attack. The entire thing had been so over the top that Addison had indulged in the fantasy of wearing her emerald dress that day. If her mother wanted to be dramatic, Addison could give her a reason to be. She had decided against it once she learned that Bucky would be there to help. Instead, she was wearing a Seabrook-appropriate outfit of soft pink jeans and t-shirt.

She jumped from her seat, almost spilling her tea in the process and headed straight for the door. She heard a deep chuckle coming from the kitchen, no doubt coming from her dad. She didn't wait for Zed to ring the doorbell; instead, she propped the door opened with her hip, waving at him with a wide grin. It was ridiculous how his simple presence made everything better, how it made her look forward to all those Christmas traditions she thought she'd grown out of the last few years.

Zed noticed Addison right away and hurried to the door. He looked at her outfit and shook his head, though he knew he couldn't completely keep the fondness out of it.

"Good morning, Zed!"
"Morning, Addie! You should have stayed inside. You'll catch a cold, silly."

Addison rolled her eyes and stood on her tiptoes to chastely press her lips to his, still holding her mug with both hands Zed couldn't resist and wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her closer, returning her kiss with added pressure. Zed heard her inhale sharply and rejoiced in the way her body seemed to melt into his own. He would have deepened the kiss if not for the sound of a throat being cleared. Refraining from growling at the intruder, Zed tore himself away from Addison's sinful mouth to look at the culprit, his arm still firmly around the girl's waist keeping her pressed against his body.

He recognized him instantly this time. Bucky Buchanan, self-proclaimed cheer-God, captain of their school's cheer squad and, most importantly, Addison's older cousin. Bucky stood there, angrily staring them down; his nose wrinkled as if he'd smelled something truly rank. Zed rolled his eyes, that guy was such a tool.

"Hello, Bucky."

Addison startled from where she was still leaning on Zed's chest and turned to look at her cousin. She tried to take a step back, twisting when she realized that Zed's arm wasn't allowing her to move away; she stood straight and as tall as possible with her short height. She knew better now than she had all those weeks ago after the wig incident. This wasn't Seabrook High anymore, Bucky couldn't kick her off the team on a whim; coaches had her back. She was going to stand strong.

"Hey, cuz. Have you ever been properly introduced to my boyfriend?"
"I don't meddle with football players." Bucky scoffed.

Addison was about to protest, but Zed placed his hand on her forearm to stop her. He held out his hand to the other man with a smile.

"Nice to meet you, Bucky."

Bucky raised an eyebrow but didn't move a single muscle to shake his hand. Zed couldn't help but found the situation oddly reminiscing of the last time Addison had made introductions with her family. The same embarrassment flared through him but before he could withdraw his hand, a warm one closed around it.

"Hello again, Zed. Addison was waiting impatiently for you. I'm glad you're here."
"Good morning, Chief. Thanks for the invite."

Zed knew he was staring incredulously at the man, but he couldn't help it. Less than a week ago, Addison's father had been ready to shoot him and throw his body in a ditch; now, he was shaking his hand and looking like he was genuinely happy to see him. Maybe he had to pinch himself?

"Alright kids, everybody in the kitchen. We've got cookies to make." Addison's father declared, pushing Bucky towards the kitchen.

Addison turned to Zed, her confused expression a perfect match to his own.

"What just happened?" She asked.
"He's your dad."

Addison shrugged, her tea sloshing in the cup.

"Come on, let's go help before he decides he wants to arrest you again."

AZAZAZ

Baking Christmas cookies was no small event in the Wells' household. They were baking 20 dozens cookies and nothing short of perfection was expected. Between Missy and Bucky's standards, it seemed to Zed that more cookies were disqualified than were being baked. For similar reasons, he had opted to roll and cut the chilled dough rather than doing any icing. Bonzo was the artist, not him. Addison had elected to help him, and her father had claimed responsibility for the oven… not that Missy was ever too far to keep an eye on their work.

Zed had to admit that the delicate and simple icing design piped on the snowflakes cookies was beautiful, but he'd never have enough patience to make all those straight lines. After Addison told him they used to completely cover the cookies in icing before adding details over the course of an entire week, Zed counted his blessings. A week! For zombies' sake!

Almost eight hours after they'd gotten started, Addison's mother finally declared the entire day a success. Zed would tend to agree. Both Missy and Bucky had glared at him more than a few times, but they had been too obsessed with the cookies to cause trouble. Addison's father had been polite, still seemingly unclear on how to interact with him at times. The highlight of the day had definitely been Addison's neighbours. He hadn't recognized them at first, but both women had been at the mall to help for the gala preparations. They both admitted being hesitant at first when they saw him there, but their kids had had so much fun that they had reconsidered their beliefs on zombies. The beaming smile on Addison's face was only outshone by his own. Baby steps. The day had been a success.

AZAZAZ

It didn't take long before only Addison and Zed stood in the kitchen. Chief Dale had invited Addison and Zed to dinner with him and Missy, but Zed had politely declined the invitation, offering to finish the clean up while they enjoyed their night out. He really didn't feel like doing dishes, but really, he'd just had his quota of Addison's mother for the day. Addison hadn't minded, assuring her parents that they would order in something or other. Zed was hoping he could convince Addison to get some of that incredible pizza again.

For now, they stood elbow to elbow in the kitchen, taking care of the last few dirty dishes. Addison couldn't help but sadden at the way Zed had marvelled at the water pressure and temperature. He'd explained that while better than it had been as a child, Zombietown knew better than to waste any kind of water. Showers were quick and running cold water to help get rid of the little bit of dust and the little bit of mold was still necessary every morning. Zombies had it way harder than any human. It wasn't fair.

Not wanting to succumb to the melancholy, Addison casted a mischievous look at Zed. He washed and she dried. He was handing her the last of the cutlery when she made her move. Reaching in the still full sink, Addison scooped out a handful of soap bubbles. Zed turned his head to raise an eyebrow at her; smirking, she raised her hand and blew. The soapy suds flew everywhere, but a good chunk of them landed precariously on top of Zed's hair. Surprise was written all over his face, his mouth hung wide opened.

"This means war, Addie!"

Even with her honed cheerleader reflexes, Addison couldn't avoid the water Zed splashed at her. She squealed loudly, giggling as she grabbed more foam to attack him. In seconds, they were running around the kitchen island, both trying to get the upper hand. At last, Zed managed to corner Addison at the sink as she gathered more ammunitions; he pulled the stopper to drain the sink, but not before scooping more soap for himself. Zed blew the soap in Addie's face, grinning as she wrinkled her nose and shook her head like a scalded cat. She looked beautiful; her white hair was messy and falling over her eyes, her cheeks were pink from all their running and her breath was coming out in short pants reminiscing of the ones he'd gotten out of her that afternoon in bed. Zed ducked his head to inhale Addison's complex scent: the citrus in her hair products, the soft scent of her body wash, the sugar of a day of baking and something else, something that was purely Addison. Zed leaned in, letting his breath mingle with hers.

Addison looked up into Zed's eyes. His eyes were two shades darker with lust as he leaned in, and the sight made her stomach pool with warmth and need. Zed was not moving fast enough for her taste. Addison captured his lips in a bruising kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him down. He answered passionately, his tongue slipping deftly through her lips to claim control of the kiss. Addison could taste the cookies he'd been sneaking when no one was looking. Zed gripped her hips and hoisted her up, basically sitting her on the edge of the sink and holding her in place. Addison shivered. If he were to let go, she'd tumble and fall. The show of strength made her arousal spike, wetness pooling in her underwear. A moan escaped her lips.

The sound coming from her mouth was nothing short of sinful, causing Zed's pants to tighten. One of his hands wandered under the hem of her t-shirt, caressing her soft yet muscled stomach. Addison fought back for control of the kiss, her nails biting in the skin at the back of his neck but showing no sign of wanting him to stop his exploration. As his hand crept higher to her bra, he realized that they'd skipped over second base in their haste to get to third. It was time to rectify that.

Addison felt the goosebumps on her skin, Zed's hand leaving a trail up her body. He caressed the top of her breast that wasn't covered by her bra before taking it firmly in his hand and squeezing through the cloth. His hand was bigger than hers, wrapping perfectly around her breast, but Addison craved the skin on skin contact. Her arms unwound from his neck to push decisively at his shoulders. His response was immediate; he helped her down the counter and took a step backwards. She frowned.

"Too much?" He worried.

Addison melted at his words and blushed at the realization that her actions had conveyed the exact opposite of what she had wanted. She shook her head. She didn't trust her voice, so she grabbed his hand and pulled him up the stairs straight to her bedroom.

Zed marvelled at Addison's bedroom. It fit the general Seabrook aesthetic and color scheme, but everything was a few shades darker, like her a little touch of rebellion. He didn't get the chance to explore her room before Addison caught his eyes again. In the last few seconds, she'd somehow got her shoes off and she had her arms crossed at her waist with her hands gripping at the hem of her shirt while looking at him nervously. He took a step further inside the room, taking off his own shirt in encouragement and letting it fall to the floor.

"Whatever you're comfortable with." Zed reminded her.

Addison's expression softened. She believed him. She believed him more than she believed anything else in the world. She took a deep breath and removed her shirt in one swift movement. She tried to keep the blush off her face, but she failed when she caught the look on his face. Zed was looking at her like she was the most perfect thing he'd ever seen. It was a new to her and quite addictive. She ran a hand through her hair, relishing the way Zed followed her motion. She bit her bottom lip as she wondered how brave she was.

Feeling daring, she casually brought her hands to the waist of her jeans.

If Zed thought his pants were tight before it was nothing compared to the way his zipper strained over his erection. His eyes were glued to her hands. One of them hovered over the button of her jeans and his mouth watered. She looked jittery. Zed wished he could do or say something, anything, but neither his body nor his brain was responding.

Addison popped open the button of her jeans, pulled down the zipper and shimmied out of her pants. She knew she couldn't make it sexy, so she just focused on being the least awkward possible. She stepped out of the pool of fabric, fighting the urge to wrap her arms around herself. Her eyes locked with Zed's, and she forgot how to breath.

She was stunning. Her snow-white hair contrasted against the lavender of her bra and underwear. Two strides and Zed was devouring her mouth. He couldn't get enough of her. He let his hands roam her body aimlessly savouring the feel of her bare skin. He finally brought his hand back to her breasts, squeezing the left one before doing the same with the right one. He finally paused at her back, over the bra clasp. At Addison's nod, he undid the fastening with both hands to avoid embarrassing fumbling. As soon as the offending garment was on the floor, Zed cupped a breast in each hand. They fit perfectly in the palm of his hand, the skin smooth and supple. Zed twisted a nipple between his thumb and index finger. Addison moaned, her body arching as she threw her head back. Addison recaptured his lips, her teeth playfully pulling at the bottom one, making Zed's blood boil.

A low growl escaped Zed's throat. Something primitive was heard in that growl, so much so that Addison released Zed's mouth. Frowning, she searched his face for an explanation. She gasped as she noticed the dark veins slowly crawling up his arms.

"Zed? Are you okay?"
"Addiska?" He tried, the rough tones of zombie tongue echoing in the room.

The word was barely out that Zed realized what was happening. His zombies had crept up while he was distracted. Fighting with himself, he backed away from the beauty in front of him, terrified to accidentally hurt her. His back hit the bedroom door. He wanted to yank it open and run, but there was the small chance that his zombie would take over again. When he spoke next, his voice was more human.

"Addie…" Zed's voice was strangled.

Addison looked at the man, no, the zombie in front of her. His tall and proud frame was cowering away from her. Her heart ached as if it'd been stabbed. He should have frightened her by zombying out. Doubtlessly, her parents would gloat if they knew about this, telling her how spooked she should be. Except that he was the one looking scared out of his mind. His Z-band still glowed stable green, even though the dark veins clearly weren't human.

Determined, Addison approached Zed slowly. He studied her like a skittish animal would, like he was but a second away from bolting. When she reached him, her hands were steady; she had not a single doubt in her mind that she was safe. She lifted her left hand to his face, cupping his cheek lovingly; her right hand took hold of his Z-band arm, caressing the underside of his wrist where the metal band rested. She maneuvered his arm until it was resting firmly around her hips the way he always did. He wasn't pulling away from her, but Addison couldn't read the expression on his face. Nevertheless, she leaned on her tiptoes to rest her forehead against his.

"We're good." She whispered. "I trust you. We. Are. Good."

He looked at her with pleading eyes – he knew he did – she had to mean it. She wouldn't just say it. He still felt the tension bleeding out of his shoulders and his breathing was evening out, so he let himself press his forehead into hers, pulling her in by the waist until there wasn't any space left between them. She melted in his embrace, effectively clueing him in how worried she'd been. As calmed washed over him, the dark veins receded.

Zed's hold on her was different this time, Addison couldn't help but think. It was like a steel cage, unbreakable; not that she wanted to escape. She had him exactly where she wanted him. Her next kiss was tender and soft instead of hard and fast, but it was no less passionate.

Zed kissed her back, pouring all his feelings into that kiss. She was still there with him. After a few minutes, he slowly unwrapped his arm from around her hips, both parts of him reassured that she wasn't leaving. He let his hands wander over her body, cataloguing her every reaction. His little freak out had softened his erection, but it was coming back full force.

Addison pressed herself against Zed and groaned when his cock poked her in the stomach. She tried to focus on him, but his hands were caressing every inch of her body making it challenging. Addison, however, was a girl with a plan.

She unbuttoned his pants in a matter of seconds, reaching in to take hold of his throbbing manhood. Zed gasped in turn, releasing her mouth to let his head hit the door behind him, bringing both his hands to his hair. Addison smirked proudly but turned her attention back to the task at hand. Zed's cock was heavy in her small fingers. He was hard enough to pound nails, yet he was soft and velvety under her fingertips. She moved her hand up and down in a languid dance, enjoying the groans she coaxed out of him.

Zed was going to die. He was certain of it. Addison's touch was sending powerful sparks through his spine. All of him was on high alert, his zombie so close to the edge of his conscience; yet, his zombie seemed content to let him have the reigns for now. Addison's movements were slow torture, but her scent… her scent was making him dizzy. He easily noticed the spike in her arousal and knew, even with his eyes closed, that Addison's underwear was sporting a wet patch. She was wet for him. The thought made both sides of him want to roar. Suddenly, Addison's touch disappeared from his cock. He whined loudly at the loss, but never managed to complain because what came next actually dragged a fierce growl out of his throat.

Addison loved the feel of Zed in her hand, but it wasn't enough. It had occurred to her the night before that she'd probably have trouble fitting all of him in her mouth. The thought had been sudden and more unexpected that it probably should have as it was, yet again, something she didn't have much experience with. She'd always been terrified that Warner would accidentally pull her wig off and the few times they had 69 had been underwhelming.

However, a treacherous voice at the back of her mind whispered about Zed heavy cock stretching her lips, bearing its weight down on her jaw as she tried to accommodate his size; whispered the promises of a delicious soreness to remind her of him for hours afterwards. Her mouth watered and she felt the rush of wetness in her panties. Zed inhaled sharply and his nostrils flared. He couldn't smell it, could he?

In the end, the trill of something new, of making him feel as good as he made her feel, won. She let go of him, allowing herself a second to be pleased by Zed's whining and sank to her knees. She amazed herself with how unabashed she was by the entire situation. She was kneeling in her childhood bedroom clad only in a pair of lavender cotton panties, completely at his mercy, yet she didn't feel an ounce of shame. She was discovering sex to be something wonderful and exciting instead of dutiful and shameful. Faced with Zed's pulsing member, she didn't hesitate. She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked.

Two things happened at once. First, there was a deep primitive growl; second, the Zed's Z-band emitted a quick beeping sound.

Zed's eyes flew wide opened even as the roar tore through his chest. He looked down and almost passed out at the sight. Addison was looking up at him through her eyelashes, her expression divided between innocence and self-satisfaction. He wanted to tangle his fingers through her hair, caress her cheek with his thumb and tell just how stunning she looked on her knees for him, but he didn't do any of these things. His Z-band was beeping and while it was already stabilizing, he saw the dark veins on his arms, and he felt how close his zombie was to coming out. It shouldn't be. His Z-band should have kept him under lock and key. He had to push her off. Yes, that's what he was going to do, he'd push her off and they'd talk.

Addison noticed Zed's inner turmoil. He looked ready to pull away from her, so she did the only thing that seemed logical at the time. She opened her mouth wider and took him deeper. This time, it was a long moan instead of a growl, but it was just as satisfying to her.

Zed's left hand flew towards Addison without his consent. He tried to abort it, but she caught it with her own. She ran her thumb on the underside of his wrist right where his Z-band was ending and guided his hand to her hair.

Addison bobbed her head a few times, sighing happily around Zed's cock when his grip tightened in her white locks and humming her approval.

The vibrations almost pushed Zed over the edge. He pulled Addison off his dick, belatedly wincing when he realized he basically tugged her by her hair. She didn't seem to mind. She was breathing heavily, a pout forming on her lips.

"Addiska." His voice was rough, making her smile with pride. "Addie." He forced his zombie down. The pout was back. Zed let his head slammed against the door. For fuck's sake, didn't she have any self-preservation instinct? It was hard not to preen at how willing she was for him to let his zombie side show. There were risks. She was so human, so fragile and Zed swallowed tightly at the thought.

"Still in control?" She tilted her head adorably as she teased him.
"Barely." He admitted.

She smirked and moved to take him back in her mouth. It took every ounce of self-control to keep her away.

"We shouldn't. I could lose control." He tried to reason with her, his voice still deeper than usual.
"Would you hurt me?"

She was dead serious, he knew it. There was no more playfulness in her tone. At the end of the day, Zed knew she wasn't going to fight him on this, because she trusted him to keep her safe. He wanted to say that he didn't know and that there was always the possibility of his zombie hurting her if he took over, but he couldn't do it. He couldn't lie to her. Yes, his zombie was ever so present, but he wasn't trashing and snarling for once. His zombie was in complete reverence of Addison. She was theirs. Nothing in the world would make him hurt her.

"No."

Addison's breath was taken away. There was so much confidence, no certainty in those two letters. They were going to have to talk about this, she knew it. Locking her eyes with Zed's, she steadied herself on his thigh and leaned in. She licked him from the head to the base of his dick, inhaling his musky scent. She twirled her tongue around his head while her hand pumped the rest of him, resisting the urge to close her eyes first. Her tongue flattened against his slit, the taste of precum overwhelming her tastebuds. They both let their eyes fall close at the same time, both focusing on the new sensation. Slowly, Addison moved her hand up as she engulfed his cock inch by inch.

Both of Zed's hands were in hear hair, caressing it lovingly. He relinquished control over to Addison. Even though she'd been the instigator this time, he could tell from her slightly clumsy movements that this was yet another unknown territory for her. She more than made up for inexperience with enthusiasm. It was torture to keep still but he made do, focusing on the pleasure she was giving him. Her mouth was both hot and wet; the way she'd hollow her cheeks to suck him making his knees buckle. The hand on his thigh had moved to cup his balls, squeezing them every time she gave a particularly long suck.

Addison hadn't achieve fit all of his glorious cock in her mouth, but she was undeterred. She was a stubborn overachiever after all. She thought back to those locker rooms conversations and forced herself to relax her throat. She moved up and down for a few shallow trusts before going for it.

Addison's mouth was an impossibly hot cavern as she greedily took his cock farther in, the little tears at the corner of her eyes revealing the strain she was under. She almost had all of him when Zed's hips buckled on their own volition. Addison pulled away, coughing.

"Shit! Addie, I'm sorry. You're okay?" He groaned, his voice coarse.

Addison coughed a few more times, working to catch her breath as she observed him. He was all black veins and even the skin around his eyes was dark. He was breathing hard as well, but as ever, he seemed more concerned about her comfort than his own. She nodded shyly and felt the blush spread across her cheeks.

"I almost had it."

Her voice was scratchy, and Zed's cock jumped at the thought that he did this to her. She couldn't help the pout on her lips, almost frowning at the huge dick in front of her. Zed chuckled at the sight. She looked so fucking adorable.

"You're so fucking great." He growled.

Her cheeks burned brighter, but he could see that she was happy with his words. He meant them too. He'd had a couple partners before and they all struggled with taking him in during sex – not that he was bragging, usually just not bothering to try. It was like Addison was made for him.

"Are you… can you…"

He couldn't get the words out, finding himself incredibly selfish but he was so fucking close. She smiled at him, just barely rolling her eyes as she took him in her mouth again, guiding his hands to the back of her head. Addison didn't move at first, leaving Zed thoroughly confused. It wasn't until she let out a frustrated sigh around his dick, bringing her hands over his that he clued in. Addison was letting him set the pace, trusting him. It was almost over that instant. He settled in a quick rhythm, too close to the finish line. She was putty in his hand, submitting to his hands and humming around him, one hand back to fondling his sack.

Addison was pleased when Zed finally got with the program. He set the pace to what he needed, still unbelievably careful of not choking her. A dozen trust were more than enough. Zed tried to warn her, to pull away, but she didn't let him, making him cum down her throat. The force of it took her by surprise, making her release him while she spluttered. Cum escaped her mouth, she could feel it dribbling down her chin only to land between her breasts. She didn't have time to think about what a terrible image she must make – self-doubt rearing its ugly head – because Zed was pulling her up.

She looked so fucking gorgeous at his feet and his zombie was way too fucking satisfied with their seed marking her skin. Zed decided to listen to him for a change. bringing her up to seal her lips with a searing kiss. Her legs wobbled, unsteady and Zed wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her up. With a sweep of his tongue, he gathered the cum left on her chin before kissing her again. She lapped up at his tongue, basically feeding off his semen. Zed growled. His dick twitched, valiantly trying to get up at Addison's downright erotic action, but he was spent.

It was all about her now anyways, so he tucked himself back into his pants, he picked Addison up, crossing the distance to her bed. He was still kissing her, her moans quieted by his mouth. A very primal part of his brain dictated he brought his hand to her chest. He then ignored her breasts in favour of the small trail of cum between them. There wasn't much but before he knew it, he was spreading it across the two firm mounds, rubbing his scent into her. Addison was soon reduced to whines. Her scent was impossibly stronger than before, her arousal steadily spiking through his little neandertal display. He couldn't refuse her anything though and his hands reached for her panties. They were soaking; the fabric darker and wet with evidence of her need. He trailed his fingers over it, teasing the slit and the small numb he knew were aching for release. His mind brought up the memory of her face as he explained to her exactly just why she was driving him crazy. He could work with that.

"Look at you, Addie." He purred in her ear. "You are soaking wet."

He knew he made the right choice when she arched into him, a mix of whine and moan hitting his ears. Addison's face was burning, not because of embarrassment, but because she needed him so badly. One hand gripped her comforter; the other found the short hair at the back of his neck.

"Ze-ed."

She whined his name in the most delicious way. Zed pressed the pad of his finger to her clit, a quick aborted circle that made Addison whimper. Even if he hadn't smelled the spike in her scent, the rush of wetness under his fingers would have been a dead give away.

"Oh yeah. So fucking wet. And getting wetter by the second, aren't you?"

Zed pressed his finger down again, a silent apology for the teasing. Addison hummed her agreement and nodded furiously.

"For you… just for you, Zed…" The admission slipped her lips, but she refused to be ashamed, not now.

Zed brain short-circuited. His zombie was roaring in his mind, so damn fucking pleased. If he wasn't already more than a little zombed-out, Zed was well aware that he would be just with those words. He growled again, the sound almost entirely zombie.

"Ze-ed." Addison begged, looking at him through hooded eyes.

He definitely looked the part of the out-of-control zombie at the moment, but Addison couldn't bring herself to care. She needed her release, she needed it five minutes ago. Zed ripped her pretty lavender panties away, the fabric tearing loud in the room, but she couldn't find energy to be angry. Zed was playing with one of her nipples, the perfect balance of pleasure and pain, peppering her breasts and stomach with kisses. She was expecting his other hand to finally reach her center, but Zed turned the table on her, giving her a taste of her own medicine.

It was not a moan that came out of Addison's lips but a scream of pleasure as Zed licked the length of her slit. A feral grin played on his lips as he repeated the motion a second time. On his third pass, he teased her center, his tongue breaching ever ao-slightly her opening. She whined loudly, his name a plea on her lips as she tangled all her fingers through his hair. The fourth pass ended at her clit, Zed flattening his tongue against it. Addison's hips buckled, her hands tugging at his hair. Zed chuckled deeply, using one hard to hold down her pelvis. Addison mumbled a breathy apology for the hair. Shaking his head, he gave her a couple kitten-like licks.

"It's okay, babe. Just don't pull it all off."

Before she could answer, his knuckle passed the tight muscle of her opening, making her slam her head back down on the bed. He slowly continued his ministrations, alternating licks and kisses with bites on the inside of her thighs, knowing she'd end up with quite the collection of love bites. He still didn't know what her Gala dress looked like, but he wasn't going to leave any other marks where people could see them, no matter what his zombie said. Zed let Addison's hair tugging guide his actions, learning what made her whine, what made her moan and, more importantly, what made her scream.

Addison knew she was almost at her peak. She'd been writhing on her bed for the last 10 minutes, Zed's arm the only thing keeping her in place. It was too much and not enough at the same time. She felt like weeping. Her orgasm was right there, she could almost touch it. Zed's head popped up from between her tights, all zombie and rumbling voice.

"I got you, sweetheart. Cum for me, Addiska."

His words pushed her over the edge, and she let go. Zed licked her through her orgasm. Just as she thought it was over, his fingers brushed her G-spot and she spiraled out again. Zed kept his mouth right where it was, tenderly cleaning her up until the spasms were over and she whined from how sensitive she was.

Zed brushed a hand over his mouth, looking down on the girl sprawled under him. He pushed down Addison's comforter and move her under the blankets. She hummed and yawned, burrowing herself in her comforter.

"Bed." She demanded.
"I'll order some food first." Zed chuckled.

Addison pouted but nodded. Zed dropped a kiss on the crown of her neck and hurried downstairs to grab his phone.

17 days! I am sooooo sorry, folks!

Where I live, we Daylight Savings time and it always takes me forever to get over it and work has been more stressful than usual. I got writer's block around what was supposed to be the halfway mark. I ended up writing most of this chapter this afternoon and it took that spicy turn.

Please do let me know if you enjoyed this chapter (You can drop an emoji if you don't know what to say!)

Hopefully this chapter made up for the long wait.