Little Runaway

Zacky went for the breakfast platters every single time they went out. There was no going wrong with a good, hearty breakfast meal. Eggs, sausage, hash browns, and of course, the best part - waffles. He found the choice that had all of them on it and decided on that without much more thought. He looked to Brittney when he got his attention. "Well we can't put you into coma because then how will you drink?" He teased.

When the waitress came back with drinks, Zacky started to order his food once she had finished setting the glasses down where they belonged. He set a hand on Brittney's knee, squeezing it gently. Fuck. All he wanted was to retire back to the bus and spend time with her but then, he'd never hear the end of it. "I'm not too sure I'm feeling drinking tonight though."

Brittney leaned her head over on Zacky's shoulder, turning so that she could whisper to him. "Well maybe we could just go watch a movie or something?" she suggested, laying her hand on top of the one he had on her knee. "I don't really have a preference, just as long as I don't have to go back to the crew bus." Brittney gave her order to the waitress, handing her the menu before reaching for her lemon water and taking a sip.

She wasn't quite sure if Zacky really didn't want to go drink or if he was just trying to use it as an excuse to potentially spend time alone with her. But she didn't really care. She would go out to drink if that's what he wanted to do, and if he really didn't want to, than she was perfectly content to cuddle with him on his bus while they watched a movie, and maybe they could even make out a little. If everyone else went out, of course.

Zack perked up a bit at the suggestion, nodding his head. It sounded lovely, the idea of being able to relax and spend time with just her. He turned his attention toward the boys, engaging in conversation even once their food came. By the time it was time to pay, Zack realized there was no drinking for him tonight. He paid for both himself and Brittney.

He led the way back out to the cars, figuring the rest of the boys could just car pool together. Zacky smiled as he helped her into the passenger seat. "Just heading back to the bus sound alright? Settle in with a glass of wine and whatever movie you want to watch."

Brittney smiled as she climbed into the SUV. "That sounds perfect," she said. She was very excited about the idea of spending a few uninterrupted hours with him, since she was sure the guys would be out for awhile if they were going out to drink. She would just have to make sure she didn't have too much to drink, because she didn't want to do anything she might regret. And she didn't want to mess things up with Zacky by moving too quickly.

Back at the bus, Brittney took Zacky's hand and let him lead her inside. She looked around, spotting a stack of DVDs near the TV. She sat down next to the stack and started looking through them. "Ooh, you have Iron Man?" Brittney said happily. "Let's watch that."

Zacky didn't often get the chance to relax and watch a movie or even a tv show. His life was always go, go, go. The opportunity to cuddle in with Brittney and being able to just relax without any worry of responsibilities bad him a little more giddy than it probably should have been.

He poured a glass of wine for each of them, turning back to the couch. He sat down, holding out one to her. Zacky smiled a bit as he wrapped an arm around her. "Big comic fan then?" He pulled her closed to him before pulling a blanket from behind them. "Here, nice and comfy," he teased quietly, kissing the top of her head.

Brittney put the movie in the DVD player, standing up as she waited for Zacky to pour the wine. She took the glass he offered to her and took a sip, smiling as he put his arm around her. "Yeah, I love Marvel," she said, leaning into him. She brought her legs up onto the couch, tugging the blanket over them as she sipped on her wine.

"You make a good pillow," Brittney commented, looking over at Zacky and smiling. She took another sizeable sip of wine before she leaned forward and placed the glass on the small coffee table. She then reached for Zacky's hand, threading her fingers through his. "I'm glad we get to spend a little time together, you know, without anybody else around."

"I'm glad I can be of service," Zack said, letting out a small laugh. He squeezed her hand gently. After taking a few sips of the wine, he leaned forward to set his glass on the coffee table. He shifted around and pulled Brittney up so she was laying in front of him. An arm snaked around her waist, holding her close. He set his head on his free hand, watching the movie only half interested.

Zacky looked down to her and smiled, ducking his head down to press a kiss to her lips. Screw the movie.

Brittney let Zacky pull her close, moving so that she was now laying on the couch. She tugged the blanket up, feeling a little chilly, looking up at Zacky when she felt his eyes on her. She smiled against his lips as he kissed her, wrapping her arms around his neck as a way to deepen the kiss. She hadn't been expecting to exactly watch that much of the movie, so she wasn't surprised that this was happening.

Brittney kissed him until she absolutely had to breathe, and then she moved away, biting her lip as she looked up at him. She leaned up to kiss him again, running her fingers through his soft hair.

Zacky's hands found their way to Brittney's waist, holding her close to him. He smiled into the kiss, his teeth grazing her bottom lip as she pulled away. "Mm, you're a great kisser," he murmured as he began to kiss down her neck. His fingers dug into her hips.

He kissed along her neck before he reached just below her ear. He began to suck gently, his teeth teasing the skin. His finger tips just barely brushed her skin under her shirt as he did.

Brittney closed her eyes, something that sounded almost like a whimper as Zacky started to kiss along her neck. And when she felt his teeth on her, scraping against her skin, she actually moaned softly, tightening her fingers in his hair. She shouldn't be enjoying this, she shouldn't. She didn't know Zacky, and no matter how good of a kisser he was or how good this felt, Brittney knew she couldn't give in to him just yet.

"This...This is as far as I want to go," Brittney managed to mumble. She was well aware of Zacky's fingers brushing the skin beneath her shirt and she felt like she needed to make her boundaries known before things went too far.

Zacky smirked at the sound of her moan. She was playing right into his hands, exactly what he wanted out of her. He rolled his hips into hers, only to stop dead when she mumbled about this being as far as she was willing to go. He felt a surge of anger and it took him a moment longer before he shifted her around so he could lay back down on the couch.

"Nothing to worry about, sweetheart," he murmured finally, still wanting her to feel comfortable around him. He couldn't afford to lose her trust yet.

Brittney was slightly disappointed when Zacky shifted, laying back down on the couch. Despite his words, it seemed like she'd irritated him a little. She hadn't wanted to just stop, and she didn't want him to be irritated or disappointed - she was too much of a people pleaser. She wanted him to be happy, even if it meant making herself a little uncomfortable. So she rolled back over, facing Zacky, and kissed him again, sliding her hands up his chest.

"I don't think it would be so bad if we went a little further," Brittney said, moving away from Zacky and biting her bottom lip. She snuggled up closer to him, pressing her face into his neck. She was almost afraid to ask how far he wanted to go, but her curiosity won out. "So um, how far did you want to take things?"

Zack was mildly surprised when Brittney rolled over to face him, his eyebrows raising. He gave a slight smirk, hand resting gently on her hip now. He tilted his head back, exposing his neck for her. His grip tightened on her hip just enough that she would feel each of his fingers now.

"I don't think you want an answer to that, darling," he answered, voice lowered. He had to accept that she didn't want to go that far, at least for now. Zacky pulled back so that he could lean down and press a kiss to her lips. Kissing couldn't hurt anything, right?

The tone of Zacky's voice made Brittney shivered. His lack of an answer told her all that she needed to know. While she would be lying if she said that her interest wasn't peaked by the thought, she knew that it was a bad idea to go that far so soon. Maybe after a little time had passed and they'd gotten to know each other a bit better, Brittney would feel more comfortable. But for now, she'd stick to kissing Zacky.

Brittney returned the gesture when Zacky kissed her, slowly shifting until she lay on top of him, one of her legs nestled in between his. "I really like kissing you, Zack," she said suddenly, and then she felt silly. She could feel herself blushing again and to hide it, she pressed her face into Zacky's neck, biting her lip before she started kissing along his neck, nipping at his skin with her teeth when she felt a little brave.

Zacky was excited, both for what the future ultimately held for them and for this moment now. Helmet out a quiet grown as she shifted atop him. His hands found their way to her hips, keeping her still so that she couldn't do too much damage.

His eyes had slipped shut, only to shoot back open as Brittney's teeth made contact with his skin. Fuck. Zacky groaned, holding onto her as he moved to sit. He moved her off of his lap but still held her close. "We should probably stop," he mumbled, his lips teasing her temple with a kiss

Brittney pouted as Zacky shifted her away. She was sure of the reason he'd pushed her away and she honestly felt a little proud of herself. But that didn't mean she wasn't a little disappointed that they couldn't make out for a little bit longer. "If that's what you want," Brittney sighed, smiling as Zacky kissed her temple. "I'd rather kiss you for a little longer, though."

Brittney didn't know exactly why she enjoyed kissing Zacky so much. But she thought it might have something to do with the fact that she felt like she could actually trust him. And maybe, she figured, it wouldn't be so bad if Zacky happened to know what had brought her here. But that was a conversation for a later time.

Zacky kept an arm around her waist, his thumb still massages small circles into her side. He couldn't help but smirk down at her, raising an eyebrow. He wanted to kiss her but he wasn't entirely sure that it was the best idea. Not if Brittney seemed so resistant to going much further. "You'll have plenty of time to, I'm not going anywhere any time soon."

He let out a yawn, glancing to the watch on his wrist. "Do you want to head to bed? It's way later than I realized," Zacky murmured, raising his wrist in the air as if that would tell her the time.

Hearing Zacky yawn made Brittney yawn, and when he mentioned going to bed, Brittney just nodded. She was pretty tired. But she didn't know that he wanted her in his bunk, even though they'd just been making out. Brittney was the type of person who had to be invited along or asked, otherwise she'd feel like she was intruding. Especially when she would be so close to Zacky for so long. Wouldn't she be in his personal space?

But of course she wanted to sleep in his bunk with him, and cuddle up to him all night. "Do um, do you want me to go back to the crew bus?" she asked, her voice soft. "I mean, if you want me to stay, I'll stay, I just didn't know if you wanted me to stay and I'm just going to stop talking now because I'm rambling."

Zacky was already standing in the doorway that led to the bunk area when she spoke up. He twisted around, a look of confusion flashing across his features. "What? Why would you go back to the crew bus?" He shook his head as he walked back toward her, a small smile on his lips. "My bunk is plenty big enough for the both of us, alright?" Standing in front of her, he reached a hand to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. "I wouldn't have invited you here if I didn't want you to be here."

Zacky leaned down, sweeping Brittney off her feet. He turned, heading back into the bunk area. He came to a stop by his bunk and set her back down. "I guess you need something to sleep in," he mumbled more to himself than anything. Leaning down, he pulled out a clean wife beater and a pair of his basketball shorts. "Here," he said, holding them out to her. "Bathroom is just over there."

Brittney let out something between a gasp and a squeal when Zacky lifted her off of her feet. She smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he carried her back to the bunks. When he handed her some clothes, she thanked him and then scurried to the bathroom. The basketball shorts were loose on her and the wife beater was too, just a bit, but Brittney supposed that they would be fine to sleep in. And they smelt slightly like Zacky, which was nice. Before Brittney went back out to the bunk, she checked over her reflection in the mirror.

She'd never really thought of herself as ugly, but she'd never really thought of herself as all that beautiful, either. To Brittney, she was average. But around Zacky she felt more beautiful, even wearing something like basketball shorts and a wife beater. "Alright, I'm ready for bed," Brittney announced jokingly, walking back out to Zacky. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing a short kiss to his lips. "Which one is yours?"