In...and out...
Addison practiced her calming breaths as the hot water pounded her shoulders. What had happened? Had they even done it? She'd used the bathroom before getting into the shower, just like she'd read online. She knew she'd bled some, but she'd thought that was a myth. They'd done SOMETHING for sure. Whatever they'd done...it certainly didn't live up to expectations. Were they bad at it? Was SHE bad at it? She wasn't sure what it SHOULD have felt like, but that felt...wrong? Not morally wrong, but incorrect...somehow? Was their something wrong with her body? Like was she too shallow.
She stayed in the shower until her fingers wrinkled. The urge to text Bree struck her, but she'd left her phone in the bedroom. Instead, she took her time with deodorant, dry shampoo, moisturizer, and any other hygiene items she had to delay until she came up with something to say to Zed. Zed wasn't the type to get mad, but what if he was disappointed somehow?
A gentle knock rapped from the other side of the door, "Addie...are you okay?"
"Yeah! I'll be out in just a sec..." She dug around her bag for pajamas but couldn't find them. All of the sudden, she remembered the image of them kicked under Eliza's bed when she put on her cheerleading uniform that morning, "Fuck..."
"I brought you some ibuprofen...I thought..."
She cracked the door, careful to stand behind it so he couldn't see her, "Thanks." Her hand extended for the pills, "Um...I fucked up and left my pjs at Eliza's...Could I borrow a t-shirt?"
Zed handed over the meds, "Yeah! Of course! Let me grab one!"
In a few seconds, he returned, passing the Prawn t-shirt over.
A few seconds after, she emerged and slipped past him, "Shower's all yours!" He was still naked, so she averted her eyes.
"Uh-hey! Yeah! Cool! Thanks!" He offered a nervous smile, noticing how she seemed to be uncomfortable. While he couldn't blame her, he was still saddened by the sudden awkwardness. The hope was that she would be as relaxed with him as he was with her, but it seemed she had backpedaled. He couldn't help but feel like it was his fault.
She couldn't help but feel guilty as he dipped into the bathroom. He was good at putting on a happy face, but she could tell he felt bad...defeated even. With a sigh, she drug her bag back into his room and began to pick up her lingerie from the floor and put it away. In the duffel she stumbled across her bag of chocolate powder, remembering that she'd made brownie mix ahead of time, but the girls had forgotten to use it the night before.
Downstairs, Addison found two mugs from the cabinet and went to work on their microwavable dessert.
Upstairs, Zed leaned on the bathroom counter and stared at himself in the mirror, trying to process. He had had the forethought to bring his phone with him, so he started to text Bonzo.
Z: I think I fucked up...
Instead of hitting send, he deleted it all. What guy wanted to talk to another guy about a potential sexual shortcoming? Some things were better left unsaid. Other than smacking himself in the forehead, and some angry mumbling, he proceeded through his nighttime routine before returning to his bedroom for some lounge pants. As he jumped into the grey sweatpants, he caught a whiff of something...cooking? Chocolate?
He bounded downstairs to find Addison approaching the coffee table with two mugs.
"Hi!"
"What are those?"
"They're called 'mug-cakes' but they're really more like brownies...I uh, I make the mix in advance and hide it because mom-"
"Doesn't let you have sweets...Wow, ok, well, they smell great, so thank you for sharing, I guess." He raised an eyebrow and waited for her cue.
She put them down, then reached for him, hugging him and burying her head in his green chest hair.
He relaxed, audibly exhaling, and wrapped his arms around her, "...Are we...good?"
"Zed, I love you."
"I know Adds...I love you too...It's just..."
"That was..."
"Yeah."
"I hope you're not mad."
"Mad? What?" He pulled her back and laughed in disbelief, "I hope YOU'RE not mad. I feel like I hurt you-"
"I mean, it wasn't a pleasant feeling at first, for sure, but...I mean I'm sorry that was awkward. I feel like I disappointed you-"
"YOU didn't! I feel like I just got way too in my head-"
She flopped on the couch, "SAME! I mean, not you got too in your head- I mean maybe but that's up to you. I feel like I got too in my head. It's like you only hear two kinds of stories- one is this magical fairytale perfection and the other is this nightmare-"
He joined her, "I know! Is there not some kind of in between? Like where people try and maybe it's weird at first, but they figure it out eventually? Like is that not a thing?"
"I know!" She tore into her mug, letting him know it was ok to do the same.
"Dayuuuuum girl, you can cook."
"I've cooked for you before."
"Yeah! And it was great! But these are NEXT LEVEL."
"Well thank you."
He grabbed the TV remote, "Ok, which episode of that show were we on?"
"Oh yeah! I think it was the mid-season finale." She scooted herself into the crook of his arm and leaned back.
"You look really cute in my shirt too, by the way."
"Makes a great night gown- very soft...and it smells like you, which I like...God is that weird?"
He shrugged, "I kinda dig it."
After one episode of their show, they felt themselves growing tired and agreed to watch the next upstairs in his bed. Heading upstairs, Zed noticed how Addison wouldn't turn off one light without the next one being on.
"You afraid of something?"
"Maybe."
"Like a monster?" He made his best stereotypical zombie pose and began to growl playfully at her before pouncing.
Addison squealed as he yanked her up, bridal style, and ran up the stairs, "Oh no!"
He rounded the corner and dropped her onto his bed.
"Are you gonna eat me?" She feigned terror.
Instead, he raised a coy eyebrow, "You know...I just might."
Her face questioned him as he dropped to kneel in front of her. His hands snaked under the t-shirt she wore like a gown, his bony fingers dragging her panties down her hips.
"Unless you don't want me to..."
"Maybe I do...maybe I don't..."
"I feel like I owe you at least one orgasm tonight..." He separated her knees and stopped his tongue just short of touching her, "Don't you?"
"God," She groaned, leaning back to let him get to work.
Zed started with an up and down flip of his tongue across her most sensitive spot.
Her hips moved in response, "Yes...oh..."
He moved to a swirling motion, provoking more noises from her. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught her fists gripping at the sheets. It was good, and it continued to be good, but he knew he'd need something else to push her over the edge. His hand slid up her body, to massage her breast and gently pinch at a nipple-
"OH!" Her body finally clenched, her thighs clamping around his ears as she rode his face through her tremors. Her back arched off the bed as she shook, finally collapsing back, limp.
With a grin, he flopped atop the bed and snuggled against her side as she struggled to catch her breath, a bit proud of himself.
"That was..."
"Great?"
"Incredible..."
He leaned in and kissed her, passionately, pleased that they'd resolved their earlier awkwardness and that he was able to please regardless of what method it took. When they separated, her eyes remained closed, blissfully, and a smile remained on her mouth.
"Addie?" He grinned, "Earth to Addison, can you open your eyes?"
"Nope. I'm dead. I'm jell-o."
"Dang it..." He whined sarcastically.
Her hands found his face, and pulled him back in for another round of kissing. When they separated this time, she opened her eyes, and stared into his. God, his were big and warm and brown. Everything else about him, his skin, his hair, they were all cool-toned. His eyes though, those were warm. His hands found hers and brought one up to his mouth for him to kiss.
"Gar gargiza."
"Gar gargiza too," Her face hardened a little, deep in thought, and she began to gnaw her lip.
"Whatcha thinkin'?"
She swallowed hard, "What if you were right? Earlier?"
"About what?" He stiffened with concern.
"Well...I just...uh...you said...that uh..." She cringed, "That it would be...easier...for me-for us-if...if I...finished first."
Zed's eyes bugged, "No...uh...yeah, yeah I said that. Wha-why-"
"I don't know...I...I'd be curious...I don't know. Nevermind! It's stupid-"
"Are you saying you want...to try...again?"
She stiffened, "Do YOU want to try again?"
"Only if YOU want to." He said that, sure, but going down on her had him absolutely throbbing. The seam on the front of his pants had been fighting for its life for several minutes.
Her eyes darted around anxiously as she attempted to make up her mind.
"Hey, hey!" He cupped her cheek in his massive hand, "Don't worry about it-"
"Zed-I want to! I think..."
He bit his tongue for a second, gulping hard enough to pop his ears, "Ok..." Coming off too eager could backfire, "Um...like last time-I mean not like last time- but if I hurt you or if you want to stop-"
She pulled her top over her head and tossed it aside. He stood to shimmy off his pants, and, feeling temporarily brave, she took the opportunity to kneel in front of him.
With a smirk, she took him in her hands and began pumping.
His eyes rolled back and he leaned into the edge of the bed for support, "Fuck..."
Having that impact made her proud of herself. She felt in control now, powerful even. Next, she gently licked the tip.
His whole body jerked in response, and she had to stifle a laugh. Her mouth surrounded him, and she began repeating what she'd tried on him that night in the basement which had worked so well. It was a sort of back and forth motion of her head, combined with a slight suction, and a tongue grazing the tip every so-
"Wait!" He held her shoulders and yanked himself back. Unsteady on his feet, he tried to steady his breathing.
"What? Was I doing a bad job?"
"Not. At. ALL. Quite the opposite, and, if you want to try anything else tonight- that had to stop."
"Aw," She stuck out her lower lip.
"We'll save that for a basement or a backseat, or somewhere else, sometime else. Ok?"
"Sure," She returned to her previous position on her back on the bed, "So..."
Zed took a deep breath and joined her once more, once again, moving to settle himself between her legs. There was a slight delay as he had to fumble for the nightstand and another condom. It rolled on with ease. He leaned his forehead against hers, "Ready?"
Addison took a shaky breath and met his eyes, "Ready."
One hand braced himself, as to not put all his weight on her, and the other reached between them. He stroked himself across her opening a couple times before gently starting to press. She squeezed her eyes shut and gripped his shoulders as an instinct. He studied her face carefully as his body began entering hers. There was counter pressure, of course, but something seemed to give.
"Hey, that didn't happen last time-" She remarked, opening one eye.
"No, it definitely did not," He agreed with a shaky voice as he continued forward little by little until he was completely sheathed. With a groan, he moved his arm up to help support him.
"Wait- it's all the way in!" After spending a couple hours thinking something was wrong with her body, she was ecstatic it finally accommodated him.
"Are you alright?" His eyes were squeezed shut. Sure, she'd given him head before, but this way infinitely better.
"Yeah! Are you?"
"Yeah," He grunted, trying to keep himself tethered to this world. Unknowingly, she squeezed him perfectly. With a trembling breath, he withdrew partially, and reinserted slowly.
She breathed through it, still sore, but pleased with their progress, curious, and eager for more. When he tried it the second time, third time, and more, she relaxed and experienced an emergence of pleasure. His breathing was labored, but his body found a fluid rhythm. Her legs wrapped around his back, rising and falling with his motions.
"God Addie," Zed murmured in her ear, "You feel so good."
"Mmmm," Addison hummed in agreement, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I...I-I might-ugh-last," He panted.
"Good," She grinned and tried to bring her hips up to meet his thrusts, "Maybe I don't want you to."
He cried out at the added sensation and picked up both speed and force. Each time they collided, their bodies made an audible slap.
"Oh fuck...fuck-fuck-AH!" He howled, his whole body tensing as if he'd been hit by lightening. She felt an unfamiliar sensation inside of her, and a newfound warmth. It only lasted a split second before his body jerked involuntarily a few more times before going limp. He nearly collapsed onto her, almost gasping for air.
She kissed his temple, and softly rubbed his back as if to bring him back to life.
She let him rest for a minute before teasing him the way he'd teased her, "Hello? Earth to Zed."
"Jell-o." He responded, muffled. With a great heave, he flipped himself off of her and over onto his back. It took him a second to open his eyes, and by the time he did, she was curled up into his chest.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"We did it."
His exhale turned into a chuckle, "Yeah we did."
She propped herself up on one elbow, with a self-satisfied smile, "We COULD do it again..."
"One problem."
"What?"
"I can't feel my legs," He laughed.
As wonderful as the sex had been, their favorite part of the night was brushing their teeth together, side by side in the bathroom mirror. It made them daydream about a future in which they shared a bathroom with two sinks, the master suite of a house they would share.
Neither bothered with clothes or towels the rest of the night, happily nude, and perfectly at ease. They talked by dim lamp-light for hours until Addison fell asleep snuggled into the crook of Zed's arm. He reached up to turn off the light, pushed her hair out of her face, and sweetly kissed her forehead.
"Just a girl and a zombie," He sang quietly before surrendering to sleep himself.