I Know It Breaks Your Heart

Zacky felt his resolve crumbling the more and more that Emily spoke. He wanted so badly to just give into what she was asking of him but on the other hand, Zacky knew how bad of an idea it was. He knew that he should ignore what Emily said and tell her to get out. Tell her to get out of his life and to never look back because now that he was as powerful as he was, he had people constantly gunning for him. If Emily and Maddy stayed in his life, they would be a weakness easily exploited. That he would go to the ends of the Earth to protect and that was the only reason that he considered that maybe giving in wasn't such a bad idea.

"You have to listen to me if I say you need to do something," Zacky finally spoke, a frown forming on his features. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at her, running his hand through Emily's hair. "I won't tell either of you to do something unless it's necessary to keep you two safe," he whispered, brushing his thumb over Emily's cheek. The action was enough to spark a smile on his face.

"I love you, Em," Zacky whispered, slipping his arm around her waist to pull her close to him. "So fuckin' much, you have no clue."

When Zacky said nothing at first, Emily was afraid he was going to refuse her again. Even though it was her fault this was even happening in the first place, she knew that deep down, she wouldn't be able to handle the heartbreak of being told things were truly over between her and Zacky. But as he started to speak, she realized that wasn't the case. "Of course, if that's what it takes," Emily said. She knew Zacky would only do what was necessary to keep her and Maddy safe and if listening to him was what she needed to do to call Zacky hers again, then she would do it.

When Zacky touched her cheek, Emily smiled softly, leaning into his touch. Her smile only grew as Zacky spoke again and she pressed her face into Zacky's neck, tightening her fists around his shirt. "You have no idea how good it feels to hear you say that," she whispered. She pulled back just enough so that she could look down at Zacky with a soft smile. He looked a bit different than the first time she ever realized she was in love with him, but the feeling of butterflies in her stomach was just the same.

Emily leaned in to kiss Zacky again, lightly at first and then with a bit more urgency, slipping one of her hands into his hair. She hadn't felt this truly happy in years, not since the day she welcomed her sweet little Maddy into the world. Now she would finally have the family she'd always wanted, the one she'd stupidly walked away from four years ago. Remembering how Zacky had groaned when she'd nipped at his skin, Emily slowly trailed her lips along his jaw again, pinching the skin between her teeth just like she had a few minutes ago. It almost amazed her how easily Zacky brought out this side of her again, but then again, he had always been able to convince her to do just about anything. Like leave home at sixteen and move out to California.

Zacky groaned, leaning his head back as Emily's teeth grazed against his skin. He closed his eyes, his fingers tightening around her hips. He smirked lazily, reaching up to cup Emily's cheek as he brushed his thumb over her skin. He sat up slowly, reaching around to hold Emily flush against his body as he pushed to his feet. Zacky lingered just long enough so that Emily had enough time to wrap her legs around his waist before he started for the stairs with only one destination in mind. He smirked into the kiss as he started up them, hoping that he wasn't moving things too quickly in the back of his mind. It seemed like Emily wanted the same things that he did, he just hoped that he was right about that assumption.

Kicking open his bedroom door, Zacky pulled away from the kiss to turn and bump the door shut with his elbow. He walked over to the bed, setting Emily down carefully. There were many times when they were almost too rough when they were together, often times being led by alcohol and raging hormones. There had been times when Zacky was fueled by other substances but he had never let Emily in on that side of his life, he had never wanted her to have to be affected by it.

Smirking down at her, Zacky tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Are you sure about this?" He asked softly, tilting his head down to the side. Everything was about her, even it could be argued that it was mutually about them.

Emily was glad to see that her actions had gotten exactly the reaction from Zacky that she'd been hoping for. She only pulled away from him when he sat up, hooking her legs tightly around his waist as he pushed to his feet. She grinned into their kiss as Zacky made his way up the stairs to his bedroom, actually a little surprised when Zacky sat her down on his bed as gently as he did. Normally she was more or less tossed onto the bed. But of course, the last time they'd done something like this they were both still teenagers, young and away from home and very hormonal.

Emily smiled when Zacky reached down to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. She'd missed these sorts of tender touches. "Of course I'm sure," Emily answered. "You know me well enough to know I would've told you if I wasn't." She smiled softly as she rose up onto her knees, curling her fingers around the fabric of Zacky's shirt and pulling him onto the bed. Emily had been telling the truth when she said she was sure about this, but she was still a little nervous. She was sure that Zacky hadn't been completely celibate during the years they'd spent apart, but Emily hadn't had anyone but him and since the last time they'd had sex, she'd been pregnant and had Maddy. Her body had changed but she was sure Zacky wouldn't care.

Emily slowly moved back until she was laying down on the bed, pulling Zacky down with her. She tilted her head up, catching him on the lips and kissing him feverishly. She slipped a hand into his hair, tangling her fingers in the soft, dark strands as she rolled her hips up into Zacky's. For a second Emily worried that she might be coming off a little too eager, but that worry passed quickly. There had never been such a thing as too eager when it came to her and Zacky and she doubted there ever would be.

Emily's words were enough to spark a laugh from Zacky as he gave a little shake of his head. "That I do," he answered simply. Emily was right - she was stubborn and strong willed, Zacky knew that a little too well. But that was also why he loved her, because she wasn't afraid to put him in his place when he needed it. Lord knew that Zacky often did need to be put in his place. He was strong willed and thick headed, without Emily in his life, he had made a few more reckless decisions than he cared to admit. Of course he had gotten better at that by himself but still, with her in his ear, he knew he would be better now. He would make more careful decisions because he had someone to come home to and that was all that really mattered. Emily and Maddy were all that had ever mattered to him.

Zacky had slept with more women that he would probably ever admit to Emily; quite a few of them had children and thus, their bodies had changed. He paid no mind to it because it didn't matter, why should it? Holding himself up above her, Zacky smirked down at Emily as she caught his lips in a kiss. He groaned, deepening it as he lowered himself against her. Running his hand down Emily's side, he lifted Emily's leg up to press it against his thigh, willing her to wrap it around his waist. They were like a pair of naive teenagers humping with clothes in their way but years of pent up aggression would do that to you.

He was torn in two, he wanted to rip Emily's clothes off before fucking her like he was going to die the very next day; and the other part wanted to take things slowly. It had been so long and he wasn't so sure that Emily wouldn't change her mind after they slept together, he wanted to savor every last piece of her.

Zacky hands shook uncharacteristically as his hands drifted beneath Emily's shirt, pushing the fabric above her waist before he shifted until he could lay between her legs. If Emily thought this was going to go quickly, she was sorely mistaken. Smirking at the thought, Zacky placed a few light kisses against her abdomen as he unbuttoned her jeans. Yanking her pants off, Zacky groaned as he looked up to meet her gaze. "Keep your hands to yourself," he murmured, slipping his forefinger beneath Emily's panties to pull them down her legs.

{I totally feel like I rambled, i am sorry }

Emily knew that she should want things to move slowly, slow enough that she and Zacky could savor each other and get...reacquainted after four years apart, but in all honesty, she didn't. She wanted something rough and fast that would leave her short of breath. She knew Zacky had the experience to make it happen. And as much as she hated to think of him being with anyone else, could she really complain when she was the one reaping the benefits? When Zacky lifted her leg, Emily was quick to wrap it around his waist, using it as a fulcrum to pull him even closer.

Zacky's hands were a little cold as they slipped underneath her tank top. Perhaps it was because it was what she was used to, but Emily was a little surprised when he only pushed the fabric up over her waist instead of removing the shirt entirely. Zacky seemed to be intent on taking things slowly and as much as Emily would prefer a faster pace, she couldn't really complain. How long had she been wanting this? To be this close to Zacky again, to experience this sort of intimacy with him? And if things went the way that Emily hoped they did, there would be plenty of opportunities for something more rough and quick-paced.

It had been so long since she'd had Zacky between her legs like this but Emily still felt a little foolish for wondering what his intentions were. And when she finally realized it, it had her squirming in anticipation. She'd always enjoyed this when she and Zacky were together years ago because she loved having his full attention on her. It didn't hurt that Zacky was incredibly talented, for lack of a better word, and he knew her body well enough that he wouldn't need any direction or prodding. "Keep my hands to myself?" Emily repeated. She lifted her hips to help Zacky remove her underwear. "That's not really fair."

Sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, Zacky let out an appreciative groan as Emily lifted her hips. His gaze was quick to drop down and settle on her pussy, his eyes darkening at just how eager she appeared to be. He chuckled, his gaze briefly flicking up to meet Emily's. "Fair? Who said I played fair?" He had never really played very fair even as a child, Zacky had admittedly been a bit selfish. He was willing to take whatever he wanted, why Emily expected anything else he wasn't too sure. Was it selfish to want to pleasure Emily? Hell, he didn't really know but he didn't care enough to stop and consider it either.

While he was demanding that she keep her hands to herself, Zacky had no intentions of taking things slowly now that he finally had Emily in front of him. Smirking to himself, Zacky readjusted slightly further up the bed. He dipped his head down, running the tip of his tongue down her lips. Pressing his tongue between them, Zacky moaned as he circled his tongue around her clit in slow, deliberate circles.

One hand held Emily's hips in place while the other drifted up her thigh, dipping between her legs. Zacky's middle finger teased Emily's entrance for a brief moment, long enough to draw a moan from her lips before he shoved inside of her. He gave a few, short thrusts of his finger before he added a second and then a third finger. His tongue's movements became a bit more focused as he curled his fingers inside of her.

Emily had no idea why she even said anything about Zacky being fair. Maybe it was because it had been so long since they'd been together that she'd forgotten that Zacky had never really played fair, in life and in the bedroom. But she supposed she couldn't really complain, not with Zacky's face between her legs. Emily sucked in a gasp when she felt Zacky's tongue on her. She found herself reaching down to tangle her fingers in his hair but not wanting to risk having him stop, she curled her fingers around his sheets instead.

Emily closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating on Zacky's tongue on her clit. She loved having his attention on her like this, knowing his primary focus right now was to give her pleasure. Feeling Zacky's finger teasing her, Emily let out a low moan and she opened her eyes again to look down at him. "You look so nice between my legs like this," Emily teased. The sight of Zacky between her legs was had always been one of her favorites, enough so that it was one of the things she tended to imagine on nights when she was feeling a little...lonely. There was just something about it that absolutely lit her insides on fire. Of course, Zacky himself had that effect on her.

Emily let out a grunt when Zacky pressed a third finger into her, cursing under her breath. She knew the whole revirginizing thing was a myth, but she could still tell it had been awhile since she'd been penetrated by anything. She moaned again when Zacky curled his fingers, lifting her hips slightly against his hand. It only took a few more minutes before Emily finally reached the precipice of her climax, one last flick of Zacky's tongue over her clit sending her over the edge. She was almost a little disappointed that she'd finished so quickly, because she'd quite enjoyed having his full attention like that after so long.

[i feel like this is terrible ]

{ at least we can agree that we're both in the same boat on that note. feel like this is the most shit thing i've ever written, k }

Zacky was more than a little satisfied when Emily came, happy to know that he still had the skill to take care of her. He smirked at the thought as he started to kiss back up Emily's torso, his teeth grazing her skin every so often just to keep her on her toes. He grinned as he settled above her, kissing her gently. Supporting himself on his forearms, Zacky reached down between the bodies to give his cock a few, lazy pumps with his hands.

"You taste the same as I remember," Zacky commented with a small smirk, cupping Emily's cheek as he brushed his thumb over her skin. "Not much has really changed, hm?" He grinned as he held himself, teasing the tip of his cock between her folds. His eyes darkened as Zacky groaned, not so sure he had the willpower to hold off fucking her for much longer. He had never been all that romantic, Zacky had no clue why he wanted things as intimate as he did in the moment.

Biting his bottom lip, Zacky pressed into her. He stilled, knowing full well that Emily needed a moment to adjust to him. Her mannerisms were the same as they were years ago, he knew her better than he knew himself and had been able to tell when Emily reacted to a third finger. "Fuck," Zacky breathed against Emily's neck, dropping haphazard kisses where he could reach. Knowing he couldn't hold off any longer, Zacky's hands slipped down her sides, coming to a rest on Emily's hips. He held her in place as he settled into a rough pattern, intent on bringing them both to a climax again.

Emily only had a few seconds to relax before Zacky was kissing back up her torso. She was glad for the gentle kiss she received when he finally settled above her. She knew that Zacky had never really been the romantic type when it came to sex, but there were still little moments of tenderness like this that Emily loved more than anything. She could only hope that Zacky had never been tender like this with any of the other women he'd slept with. It made her feel special to think that she was the only one who saw that side of Zacky. Of course, just as it had been before, the tenderness only lasted a moment before Zacky's mind was back on the task at hand. Not that Emily minded in the slightest.

"Well I hope you'll be getting a taste more often now, yeah?" Emily hummed, a slight smirk playing on her face. "And of course I'll return the favor." She knew Zacky well enough to know that his willpower was waning, so she wasn't surprised when he pressed into her a few seconds later. The feeling of having him inside of her was both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, so she was glad when Zacky gave her a few seconds to adjust him.

Emily grunted as Zacky started to move, already fighting against the grip he had on her hips. She was still a bit sensitive from having Zacky go down on her, so even the penetration alone was enough to send little bursts of pleasure skittering up her spine. Emily wrapped one of her legs around Zacky's waist and an arm around her shoulder, digging her fingers into his back through his t-shirt. Her other hand slipped into Zacky's hair, tugging hard on the strands. "Fuck Zack, I love you so much," Emily breathed into his ear. She arched her hips away from the bed, pressing her face into Zacky's neck and biting down to try and keep herself a little quieter. "God."

Zacky had been right to assume that Emily hadn't had much action since they separated years ago. He couldn't say that he really blamed her, he could only imagine how hard it would have been to try to get alone time with someone when she was a single mother. There was a sense of guilt that Zacky was sure would always linger because of that but he didn't waste any time on the feelings because Emily was splayed out in front of him and that was more real than his guilt would ever be. He could focus solely on Emily for now because that was what she deserved and he could. He would spend the rest of his days making up for all of his transgressions to Emily, if he had any say in the matter.

"Fuck," Zacky groaned as Emily tugged on his hair. His thrusts became a bit more erratic as she did, her reactions to what he did enough to boost his ego. He smirked against her skin, nipping at Emily's neck as he pinned her hips in place. Zacky grunted, slipping one of his hands between their bodies. He began to circle her clit with his thumb, not wanting to get off before Emily did for the second time.

Gritting his teeth, Zacky focused his attention on Emily as much as he could handle. "I can't handle out for much longer," Zacky muttered through gritted teeth, dragging in a ragged breathe as he placed desperate kisses along her neck.

{this is legitimately the worst I am sorry }

[so is this ]

Emily loved hearing Zacky groan in her ear. She loved knowing even after four years, she still knew him and his body well enough to be able to elicit those sorts of reactions from him. As much as she enjoyed having Zacky's attention focused on giving her pleasure, she wanted to make him feel good as well. Moaning softly when she felt Zacky's teeth on her neck, Emily couldn't help but tighten her grip on his hair. She gasped when she felt his thumb on her clit, arching away from the mattress. She knew it wouldn't take long for her to reach a second climax.

"Don't hold back for me, baby," Emily purred against his ear. She knew he was likely trying to bring her to orgasm a second time before he left himself finish, but she didn't want him to feel like he had to hold off for her. She could feel her climax building in her stomach and she knew she wouldn't last much longer, either. "Come for me, Zacky," Emily whispered to him. She nipped at his earlobe before starting a sloppy trail down his neck. Now that she finally had Zacky to herself again, Emily was feeling a bit possessive and she wanted to leave her marks all over Zacky. She wanted any woman who saw him to know that he was hers. It surprised Emily a little that she was feeling so jealous, but she couldn't help it. She'd finally gotten Zacky back and she wasn't about to lose him again.

"Oh God Zack, yes," Emily moaned against his skin, feeling her second climax of the night wash through her. Her thighs were shaking and her chest was heaving as she finally stopped fighting against Zacky's grip on her hips as she relaxed against the bed. She hadn't felt this satisfied in years. "I love you so much," Emily breathed, smiling as she ran her fingers through Zacky's hair. She was so happy that they finally had a chance to actually be a family, something Emily had robbed them of when she walked away years ago. She would likely always harbor a bit of guilt over that, but she hoped the intensity would fade over time. As long as she had Zacky and Maddy, that was all that mattered. "You're still as good as I remember," Emily added, smirking slightly as she pressed a kiss to Zacky's jaw.

Zacky let out a content sigh as he dropped down onto the mattress beside Emily. His arm slid under her waist and he pulled her close, his grip probably a bit tighter than it needed to be. He wasn't about to let her go again now that he had her, Zacky would do just about anything he could to keep her at his side. Anything that was within his power, Zacky would be willing to. He smiled a bit as he pressed his nose into her hair, inhaling her scent. It felt good because it was such a simple thing but it was something he always wondered. Did Emily smell the same? Of course it hadn't really mattered but it was good to know that Emily would still be the same sense of comfort as she had been when they were teenagers.

Smirking at Emily's comment, Zacky turned his head to the side to press a kiss to Emily's temple. "You know that you're not moving back into that apartment, right?" He asked suddenly as a nauseating amount of fear smacked him in the face. Zacky knew damn well how stubborn Emily was so knowing that, he knew it was a very real possibility that she would try to resist moving in immediately. If Emily and Maddy were close, it would make it that much easier to keep them safe and that was all he wanted. All he wanted in the world was to keep his daughter and his girlfriend safe. Anything else didn't really matter, not in the grande scheme of things.

Zacky sighed as he started to play with Emily's hair, content to lay here all day long with Emily. His work could wait, Zacky didn't really give two shits what was going on in the moment. "...when do you need to pick up Maddy?" Zacky asked, breaking the peaceful silence that had enveloped them.

Emily smiled when Zacky pulled her close, glad to just be in his arms again. It was something so simple, but she'd missed it more than anything. It still held the same sort of comfort that it had years ago. The next time that Zacky spoke, she couldn't help but tense for a split second. However, the tension quickly disappeared and was replaced by a sort of ecstatic happiness she hadn't felt since the day that Maddy was born. He wanted her to move in with him permanently? Of course, a part of Emily knew it was because he wanted to be able to keep her and Maddy as safe as possible and it would be easier to do that if they were close by. But a larger part held out hope that it was simply because Zacky just wanted her and Maddy here with him and it made Emily so happy she almost wanted to cry.

"Of course I'm not moving back to the apartment," Emily said. She snuggled even closer to him, nuzzling her nose against the stubble on his cheek. "We're going to stay here with you and be a family." Pressing a kiss to his cheek, Emily moved back to settle against his chest, sighing contently. She could lay here all day and honestly, she really could, because she'd paid Abby to sit with Maddy all night. And when Zacky asked when she needed to go pick Maddy up, Emily couldn't help but grin. Propping herself up on her elbows, she placed a playful kiss to the tip of his nose before she answered him.

"I don't have to go pick her up until tomorrow morning around eleven," Emily said. "I was expecting things to go a little differently with Spencer, so I asked Abby to watch her overnight. Not that I was expecting anything to happen, I just expected a late night and it's easier to leave her with a sitter overnight when I plan on being out really late. Past her bedtime, anyway," Emily added with a soft chuckle. "So that means we've got the house to ourselves all night."

Zacky had honestly been expecting Emily to give him some sort of argument about moving in with him. Something about having to square everything away or having to give her thirty day notice or anything. When Emily agreed to move in with him just like that, Zacky was a little dumbfounded. That was the last way that he thought that was going to go and he laid there, blinking up at the ceiling in surprise. His face morphed a bit as his lips parted and he prepared the argument he'd had ready, only to realize that he didn't need to.

Humming quietly, Zacky trailed the tips of his fingers up and down Emily's back absentmindedly. He listened to her explanation of why they could do whatever they wanted tonight, his eyes narrowing instinctively as a wave of jealousy smacked him right in the face. He exhaled slowly, trying to put it away. Obviously things hadn't happened with Spencer but just the idea that it could have had him raging, wanting to go find Spencer and smash him into the ground a time or two more.

"So you're telling me that I can fuck you wherever I want? In the pool? On the dining room table? Over the back of the back of the couch?" Zacky quipped, unable to hide his grin as he looked down at her. "But first we should eat... unless you want to go for a round two already?"

Deep down, Emily knew it wouldn't be as easy as just moving in with Zacky, but that was something they could figure it out. At the very least, she might need to pay a small fee for breaking her lease, but it would be worth it for the three of them to finally be a family. Emily noticed the way Zacky seemed to tense when she mentioned Spencer and if she were being honest, she found his jealousy strangely attractive. It felt nice to know that the thought of somebody else touching her made Zacky so upset.

Hearing Zacky's questions, Emily couldn't help but laugh. "Somebody's a little eager," she teased, pressing a kiss to his jaw. This reminded her so much of how things used to be, how they would put off everything just to stay tangled up in the sheets with each other. But Emily felt like drawing things out a bit. After all, they had all night. Why try and rush things? Climbing out of bed, Emily reached for her underwear, pulling these on before she tugged off her tank top in favor of one of Zacky's t-shirts. "Come on, let's go downstairs and have a little snack," Emily said, smiling at Zacky as she motioned towards the door. "And we'll see where things go from there, hmm?"

Making her way down to the kitchen, Emily settled on making herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. It was easy enough to make and would hopefully give her enough energy for the catching up she and Zacky had to do. Emily had just finished making her sandwich when Zacky finally appeared downstairs and she hopped up onto the counter, catching his eye as she spread her legs just a little bit more than necessary, settling the plate between them. She couldn't help herself, finally having Zacky back just made her feel like a teenager all over again. She and Zacky had years of separation to make up for and Emily planned on taking full advantage of it during Maddy's short absence.

"Can you blame me?" Zacky countered almost before Emily had even finished speaking. He smirked a bit as he looked up to her, letting the sheet drape over his lower half as Emily started to dress. He let out a low whistle as she pulled one of his shirts on, unable to hide the fact that it was attractive to see her wearing his clothes. It felt like it was him laying claim to Emily and frankly, it was. Zacky wasn't about to let anyone else touch Emily ever again. She was his, just as much as he was hers. Maybe they hadn't made things official quite yet, and they probably wouldn't for awhile yet, but they still belonged to each other. There was a connection there that no one could deny, try hard as they might.

Zacky finally climbed out of bed, deciding to pull on nothing more than a pair of basketball shorts. It wasn't like he needed to fully dress, especially when his clothes would likely be off in a matter of minutes once they finished eating. He had every intention of doing exactly what he had suggested to Emily, wanting to make up for the time that they had lost over the years that they had been separated.

When Zacky entered the kitchen, he had had every intention of finding something to eat. He needed to find some fuel if he wanted to keep up their little escapade. Zacky smirked as he caught sight of Emily, his train of thought being completely derailed as he approached her. Running his tongue over his bottom lip, Zacky smirked as he set his hands on each of Emily's thighs. "I think I might have just found dessert," he teased, his fingertips brushing against the fabric of her underwear. "But we have to have the main course first, don't we?" Zacky asked, picking up her sandwich and taking a large bite out of it. He grinned as he shrugged, stepping away from her. "God damn, I think it's true. Other peoples' sandwiches always taste better!"

Emily couldn't help but blush when she heard Zacky whistle on the bed behind her. He'd always liked to see her in his clothing. She was sure that to him, it was like a flag on conquered soil, a way to mark her as his. But Emily didn't mind. She'd always belonged to Zacky and wearing his shirt was just an outward way of showing it. And it was only fair, since Emily intended to mark Zacky in every way possible, enough so that anyone who saw him would know he belonged to her. She'd always harbored a bit of a jealous streak when it came to Zacky.

Emily smirked as Zacky approached her, biting her lips when he laid his hands on her thighs. She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could even get the words out of her mouth, Zacky was stealing her sandwich. "You ass!" Emily shouted. She put on a fake pout. "Give me back my sandwich. I have to eat, otherwise, I won't have any energy for all the dirty things I know you want to do to me." Emily tilted her head to the side, giving Zacky her best sultry smirk. Slipping down off the counter, she took the few steps necessary to close the distance between her and Zacky, curling her fingers over the waistband of his basketball shorts.

"You know, if you wanted me to make you a sandwich, all you had to do was ask," Emily purred, biting her bottom lip as she looked up at Zacky. "I would've made you one. But instead, you have to be a little thief and steal mine. And I don't know about you, but I don't think little thieves deserve dessert. Unless, of course, they ask really nicely." It surprised Emily a little how easily this side of her came back out. Since she'd left Zacky, she'd almost become a prude and she was sure Kaci and her other friends would be surprised to learn that she was likely only minutes away from letting Zacky fuck her in the kitchen.

Zacky offered a brilliant smile at Emily's retort, giving a shrug of his shoulders. He made a show of taking a second bite from her sandwich, thoroughly enjoying this little back and forth between them. This was the way that they had always been. To others, it might appear as if they were bickering but in truth, they were just antagonizing each other for the helluva it. They were never really harmful words, just a bit of teasing. It wasn't unusual for them to end a 'fight' with sleeping together, whatever aggression that had been built up only adding to their pleasure in the end.

The closer that Emily got to him, the further away that Zacky held the sandwich away from her. He had expected her to reach for him but when her fingers found the waistband of his shorts, Zacky stiffened a bit. A gulp travelled down his throat as his eyes locked on hers. "Oh, sweetheart. If you think that I don't plan on making you feel as good as this sandwich is making me feel," he paused, leaning to take yet another bite of the sandwich.

Zacky set the remainder of the sandwich down on the counter beside him, instead reaching to pull Emily closer. He gave a slight roll of his hips, squeezing hers. "Maybe I should set you on the counter and take my dessert, hm? Eat your sweet, little pussy until you're begging for more," he said, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. Zacky started to back her toward the counter, quirking an eyebrow as Emily's back hit the counter. "Unless you'd rather just... I don't know, take care of yourself?"

Emily noticed the way Zacky stiffened when she curled her fingers over the waistband of his shorts and she couldn't help but smirk. It had been a long time since she'd had that effect on anyone - well, on him - and it made her feel good to know that she still could. She glared at him playfully when he took another bite of her sandwich, very tempted to reach up and snatch it from him. But before she could do anything, Zacky was setting the sandwich down and pulling her close.

Emily looked up at Zacky, biting her lip as he started to back her towards the counter. She didn't give a damn about that sandwich anymore, not that she ever really did. When he'd joked about her being dessert, Emily assumed he meant he was going to fuck her on the counter, but damned if she was going to turn down the opportunity to have Zacky eat her out again. "I bet you'd like that, though, wouldn't you?" Emily asked, smirking at Zacky. "Watching me touch myself. But if we're being completely honest, I'd rather have you take care of me. You're so good at it. But maybe we should move over to your table? After all, that's where most people eat dessert."

Emily maintained eye contact with Zacky as she slipped away from him, moving over to the table. She hopped up, tilting her head to the side as she spread her legs. "I think you owe me for stealing my sandwich, don't you?" Emily teased. She leaned back on her hands, surveying Zacky with a smirk. It had been way too long since she'd been able to flirt with Zacky like this and Emily had almost forgotten how much fun it was. It served to amp up the sexual tension so when they finally had sex it was even better. But after how long they'd had to go without one another, Emily was sure that every time they had sex tonight would be amazing.