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Rosalie's frantic repeat of 'fuck' was all Zacky needed to boost his ego. A delicious smirk settled on his features as he paused for just a moment to angle his hips to that he could fuck her harder. His eyes narrowed as she managed to catch her breathe enough to speak. "That's not what that wet, little cunt is saying," he shot back, his smirk only growing as he dipped his head.

Zacky caught the skin of her neck between his teeth, clamping down and continuing his way down her collarbone. It would easily be covered with a shirt but it would mark up even by the time that they finished their time together. Rosalie would be forced to change, unless she wanted to give away their little game. He suspected that she would, because if someone picked up on their game, it was likely to end. They were only doing this to see how long they could do it, without being caught. And plus, Rosalie was easy to access if he was bored on tour and he couldn't find a girl that he thought was worth it. She was hot, even if he would never admit that to anyone.

Grunting as he held Rosalie's hips in place, Zacky stilled as he came. Exhaling slowly, Zacky pulled away from her with a triumphant little grin on his features. "Might want to.." he trailed off, brushing his finger tips over his collarbone. "Might want to cover that up. Don't want the guys knowing how much of a whore you are, do you?" He asked as he fixed his pants, raising an eyebrow as he stepped away from her.

Rosalie hated that she'd basically given Zacky free fodder to throw in her face later but she couldn't help it. She would absolutely be lying if she said he wasn't pretty much the best fuck she'd ever had, even if she would never admit that out loud. She also couldn't help the soft noise of surprise she made when she felt Zacky pinch her skin between his teeth. Rosalie knew exactly what he was trying to do and she knew she would either have to change before they went out or slather on quite a bit of makeup.

Knowing Zacky probably didn't particularly care if she finished, Rosalie released the grip she had on his shirt with one hand and slipped it down between her legs, rubbing a bit frantically at her clit. She bit her lip to stop herself from making anymore noise but she was sure the look on her face gave away her pleasure as she finished hard around Zacky's cock. She leaned against the wall, taking a few seconds to catch her breath, her face transforming into a scowl as Zacky spoke. She knew she would have to do something to cover it up but she didn't exactly have going-out attire that covered too much of her chest. At least, not enough to cover up the marks Zacky had left. "I'm pretty sure the fact that I'm a whore isn't exactly news to them," Rosalie replied scathingly. She slipped past Zacky to go into the bathroom, cleaning herself up a little before she went to dig through her bag for something else to wear. Just like she thought, she didn't have many options but she eventually found a halter dress that would cover most of the marks. The rest she could easily cover with makeup.

Rosalie was in the bathroom applying the extra makeup when she heard the door to the bus open and then shut again, followed by the loud voices of all the others. "What took you guys so long?" she asked, going back into the living room. "The show ended like fifteen minutes ago."

"You're the one who said we stink, Rosie!" Jimmy shouted. "And the venue only had like, two showers."

"Does Johnny even need a shower? Can't he just wash himself in the sink?" Zacky called, unable to stop himself from snickering when Johnny laughed sarcastically, holding up his middle finger and waving it in Zacky's direction. His smirk only grew, not even looking toward Rosalie when she appeared from the back. He noted that she wasn't wearing the same outfit though. It let a feeling of satisfaction wash over him; to know that he'd won that little battle with her.

"Besides. Coming back here, you probably could of caught a glimpse of Rosalie changing. She'd probably like that, too," Zacky said, not even glancing at her. He knew the sort of look that she would give him, he had no doubt that their new found benefits to their relationship wouldn't change a single damn thing about their banter. After all, it couldn't if they wanted to keep everyone off of their tails for as long as possible. As much as he thought that her personality was garbage, Zacky wasn't ready to give up the fun. Not quite yet.

Zacky smoothed down the material of his shirt, giving himself a once over in the mirror by the door before he stepped off of the bus. He leaned against the side of it, waiting for everyone to file off of it. He shifted, only when the door shut behind Rosalie. He reached out, giving her ass a squeeze before he passed her to walk ahead with the rest of the guys. It was a bit of a daring move but no one else had seen, Rosalie had been the last one off of the bus.

"A lot more than they'd like seeing you change, I'm sure," Rosalie shot back. "At least I know how to take care of my body." If Zacky wasn't going to tone down on his comments, then she wasn't going to, either. Not that she'd ever expected him to; just because they were fucking didn't mean they were suddenly going to start acting like friends or something. This was about pleasure and nothing else. Rosalie fell into step a little bit behind Jimmy as they all filed off of the bus, leaving her at the back of the pack. She passed by Zacky as he leaned against the side of the bus, not giving him a thought until she felt his hand on her ass. Rosalie opened her mouth to tell him off but then she realized that she really couldn't, not with giving their little game away. And besides the actual sex, fucking with each other when neither one could react was the best part of the whole situation. And either way, Rosalie would get him back for it later.

It was late enough by this point that the bar the guys had chosen was decently packed, enough so that Rosalie was glad for their VIP access. But even the VIP area upstairs was pretty full, although the atmosphere was much less chaotic. As soon as they'd secured a table, Jimmy was off like a shot to the bar, returning about five minutes later with a bottle of tequila and enough shot glasses for everyone. It might seem like a lot but between all of them, they would likely have the entire bottle gone within the hour, if not less. Once everyone had a glass, Jimmy raised his into the air, nearly spilling a bit of tequila on the table. "To yet another fantastic fucking show with my favorite people in the whole wide world!" he shouted.

Slamming back the shot, Rosalie eyed the bar as she rested the glass back on the table. "I think I'm going to go get something else to drink," she announced. When Jimmy snorted, she reached out to smack him. "Shut your piehole, Godzilla. Unlike you, I like to have something that actually tastes good to sip on." With that, Rosalie pushed to her feet and made her way over to the bar, leaning against the counter while she waited for the bartender to fix her drink. It took her a few seconds to realize that someone was staring at her and she turned to look at the guy with a frown. "Can I help you?" she asked. Normally this was a situation she would jump at but honestly - and God, she hated herself for thinking this - she highly doubted this guy could fuck her as good as Zacky had.

"Yeah, I was going to see if I could buy you a drink."

"No thanks, I'm good." Thinking this was the end of the conversation, Rosalie turned her attention back to the bartender, reaching out to take her drink just as she felt a hand close around her wrist.

"Come on, just one," he said. Rosalie shook her head, trying to pull away, but his grip tightened. "I wasn't really asking. Let me buy you a drink."

"The only thing I'm going to let you do is let go of my fucking wrist," Rosalie hissed.

[wow I rambled, I'm sorry inspiration hit lmao]

{It happens. All good }

Zacky had taken three shots by the time that he even realized that Rosalie had walked away, to get another drink. He lifted his head, his eyes searching the bar until they came to a rest on Rosalie's ass. She turned toward a guy beside her and at first, Zacky thought nothing of it. He turned back as another shot was placed in front of him, tossing it back with ease. When Zacky was ready to party; he didn't hesitate. He didn't fuck around. He went hard, because if he was drinking what was the point of just sipping at the alcohol? That was for pussies, as far as Zacky was concerned.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he turned back toward the bar, his back straightening when he saw a hand around Rosalie's wrist. Zacky huffed as he pushed to his feet, glancing toward Matt who he sat beside. "I'm going for some absinthe," he muttered, pushing his chair back before he started for the bar. Zacky's attention was focused solely on placing himself between Rosalie and the unnamed asshole, the alcohol coursing through his veins had no affect on him.

"Hey, asshole," Zacky called as he stepped closer, tilting his head to the side. "I'm sure she's told you to fuck off. If I have to fuckin' tell you, it's not going to be as nice," Zacky spat, turning to slide himself between the two.

The man laughed, slipping off of his stool. He was easily half a foot taller than Zacky. "And what are you going to do about it, go home and shove your face full of food? Fat ass," he shot back.

Zacky's shoulders pulled together as he let out a dry laugh. He set a hand on the other man's chest, giving him an unceremonious shove backward. "Get the fuck away from the lady. She tells you no, it means fuckin' no," he hissed, ducking easily out of the way when a fist came flying toward him.

A fight had broken out easily before the rest of the Avenged boys realized it; jumping up to try and break them apart.

Rosalie tugged at her wrist, trying to pull it out of the guys' grasp. She would be lying if she said she wasn't starting to panic a little because she'd never had a guy come on quite this strong. Most were deterred by one or two no's and she'd definitely never had one put their hands on her like this. "Let...go!" Rosalie gave one swift, hard tug and finally, she was free of her his grasp. She glared at the guy as she rubbed her wrist, opening her mouth to essentially tear him a new one but before she could, someone was pressing themselves between her and her aggressor. And God, it was the last person Rosalie ever would have expected to come to her rescue.

Before Rosalie even knew what was happening, fists were flying. She jumped back as the other guys rushed in to try and pull Zacky off of the other guy, the bartender shouting at all of them to get the fuck out. Matt and Jimmy grabbed the back of Zacky's shirt and dragged him outside, but not before he managed to get one last good swing in. "You mind telling us what the fuck that was about?" Matt hissed at the guitarist, shoving him out the door. "We were barely in the bar for ten fucking minutes. What could that guy have possibly done?" It was obvious that Matt was angry that their evening had been cut short and the others seemed a little irritated as well. Rosalie didn't understand why, they could always just go to another bar.

"You okay, Rosie?" Rosalie looked up when Jimmy spoke to her, unsure of really what to say. She was still a little shaken up over everything but she would get over that pretty quickly. She was mostly in a state of shock. She couldn't for the life of her understand why Zacky of all people had been the one to come to her rescue. Why was he paying closer attention than any of the others? Than Jimmy? And why did he suddenly care enough to get into a fistfight over her?

"I'm fine," Rosalie said. She glanced over at Zacky, who was talking heatedly with Matt. She wondered what he was telling them about why he'd gotten into the fight. "Are we going to find somewhere else to go? Or back to the bus?"

Zacky would never admit that he had just gotten into a fistfight over Rosalie's honor but in truth, he had. In some sort of roundabout way. He'd fucked Rosalie in a bathroom... out in the open on the bus... it wasn't as if she was some sort of prim and proper lady. But that didn't mean a damn thing. She still had the right to say no and if someone wasn't going to respect that, then that just wasn't okay. He would have stepped in for any woman, regardless of who they were. But then the asshole decided to swing on him and Zacky had decided to end the fight.

He was older now, he didn't look to get into fights like he did when he was younger. But still, Zacky would be damned if he didn't speak up in a situation like Rosalie had just found herself in.

Standing in front of Matt, Zacky scowled up at the singer. "Fuck you, man. Not a single fucking one of you noticed when that guy grabbed Rosalie. I don't give a shit if I hate her but you still don't put your hands on a woman. 'specially if they say 'no'," Zacky growled, shoving at Matt's chest. He was still so fucking angry. "Next time, let me kick his fuckin' ass a little while longer, yeah?"

Zacky's gaze had hardened as he turned, stalking back toward where their hotel was. He had no interest in continuing to party, he wanted to go back to the hotel and just drink because he doubted he'd be able to have a genuinely good time tonight. Zacky didn't wait to see what anyone else chose to do, knowing full well that he only had one option to take.

"I think it's probably a good idea for us to head back to the bus," Jimmy said. "Before anybody else here in anymore fights."

Rosalie remembered a time not too long ago when this night would've ended a lot differently, when the guys were younger and stupid and looking for any excuse to get into a fight. She couldn't remember how many times she'd seen them throw a punch over something completely meaningless in years past. And they'd been in fights over one another before. Maybe it was because it was Zacky getting into a fight over her. No one had ever been expecting that, not even her, and they were all in shock. But Rosalie felt almost grateful to Zacky for standing up for her and it was just...strange. She couldn't remember a time when she'd felt anything for him besides hatred or annoyance.

Everyone seemed irritated as they headed back to the bus and Rosalie had no doubt in her mind that it was because no one had been ready to come back. But it wasn't like they were being forced to come back to the bus if they didn't want to. They could have gone out somewh else on their own. Except for Jimmy. Rosalie knew that if she stayed behind, Jimmy would as well. Back at the bus, Rosalie grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt from her bag before she ducked into the bathroom to change. She wasn't sure what she was going to do at this point but it seemed like most of the guys had decided to continue their little party here on the bus. Figuring she might as well go and sit with them at the very least, Rosali moved in that direction, pausing after a slight hesitation next to Zacky's bunk, where he seemed to be digging something out of his own bag.

"Listen I um," Rosalie started, making sure to keep her voice quiet. "I just wanted to say thank you. For what happened back at the bar. I know you and I are supposed to hate each other but I'm glad you were there to stand up for me." Deciding not to give Zacky a chance to respond, Rosalie continued on down the short hallway, plopping down next to Jimmy in the small booth in the kitchenette. She felt extremely conflicted right now. Seeing Zacky sticking up for her and sparked up a feeling for him that Rosalie never thought she would have for him. She shook her head. Hell no, what was she thinking? She still hated Zacky. She was just letting the fact he'd defended her at the bar go to her head. This whole arrangement was sex and nothing else and it needed to stay that way.

Zacky was trying to wrap his head around the fact that the guys hadn't even cared about what happened at the bar. They didn't care that Rosalie was nearly assaulted in a horrendous way and they just... they didn't care! The words just kept running around his mind at the longer that he shifted through his duffle bag. He was trying to find something that was clean and something for him to relax in. He knew that if he spent any time around the guys right now, that he was likely to snap and that was the last thing that was needed right now. Especially with the way Matt had been so in his face.

Looking up when Rosalie spoke, Zacky gave a onesided shrug. He didn't need or want Rosalie to thank him. It was just something that he would always do. He knew that he wasn't the best at always noticing when a guy wasn't taking no as an answer but if he did notice? Zacky never kept his mouth shut. He never would. Zacky didn't know what the hell he was even supposed to say to Rosalie because it was such an uncomfortable situation to begin with so he was relieved when she just left him alone.

Zacky decided to get changed in his bunk, shifting and contorting long enough to pull on a pair of sweatpants that he wasn't even sure were actually clean. Storming off of the bus, Zacky didn't even say anything to the guys as he slammed the door behind him. He scowled as he lit his cigarette, letting the repetitive motions help calm his nerves. Zacky sighed as he slid down the bus, leaning his head back against the side as he exhaled.

Rosalie didn't really much of the way that Zacky had reacted to her small gesture of thanks. She hadn't really wanted to thank him but given the fact that he might have just possibly saved her from something awful. She doubted that it would've gone too far with the bar as crowded as it had been, still, she felt the need to say something to him. But she was still glad he didn't really seem to have much to say because she had no idea where to go after that. She could hear Zacky shifting around in his bunk and for a short second Rosalie wondered if he'd decided to just go to bed but then he was storming off the bus, slamming the door shut behind him.

The conversation the other guys had been having fell silent and they all looked after their guitarist with varying looks of confusion on their faces. "Should someone go talk to him?" Johnny asked.

"I'm sure the fuck not going to," Matt grumbled. "I don't know what's shoved up his ass but I'm not going to be the one to pull it out."

"Just let him blow off a little bit of steam," Jimmy said. "Because otherwise we'll have to deal with his cranky ass all night. And I'd rather not do that."

"So you guys are just going to let him sit out there by himself?" Rosalie asked.

"Why do you care, Rosie?" Jimmy asked. "Usually seeing Zacky pissy like this is something you live for. Oh wait, I forgot. You guys fucked and now you're in love, right?"

"Fuck off, asshole," Rosalie hissed. "I didn't see any of you shits coming to help me out at the bar."

Zacky sat with his back against the bus' wheel and he was trying to let go of the anger that was coursing through his veins but it seemed pointless. No matter how hard he tried, the anger just seemed to continue to grow. He would have done it for any woman, regardless of who it was. That was just what you did. Right? He couldn't just sit around and watch some asshole touch a woman against her will.

Even if that woman was Rosie.

Scowling at the thought, Zacky punched the ground as another surge of anger hit him. He repeated it a few times until the skin had cracked, the stinging pain the only thing that seemed to be able to ground him.

Zacky exhaled, dropping his head back against the tire. His hand was bleeding but he paid no mind to it, other than flexing his hand over and over.

He was outside for nearly an hour before Zacky raised to his feet. He sighed, his shoulders sagging as he started back onto the bus. Grinding his teeth together, Zacky paid no mind to his band mates. Zacky threw the bathroom door closed, kneeling down long enough to grab the peroxide that was under the sink. He unscrewed the cap, pouring the liquid out onto his knuckles. Zacky hissed between his teeth, reluctant to even leave the bathroom because he was sure that someone would end up wanting to say something to him. No one knew how to keep their mouth shut forever.

At Rosalie's words, the four men at the table fell silent, their gazed dropping to the floor. Despite the shit they were giving Zacky, they knew she had a point. He'd stepped up when none of them had, although Rosalie was sure they would have if they'd noticed first. Still, Zacky didn't deserve this grief and Rosalie felt an odd, almost sickening urge to defend him. But she told herself it was only because he'd just saved her from being assaulted. She still absolutely hated him. Nearly an hour had passed before Zacky finally came back onto the bus, breezing past all of them to blockade himself in the bathroom. Rosalie had spent long enough purposefully provoking that exact emotion from him to know he was still pissed and it likely wouldn't fade for a while.

Across the small table, Matt and Jimmy glanced at one another. They seemed to be having some sort of silent debate on who would be forced to go and speak to Zacky and after about twenty seconds, Matt rolled his eyes, pushing himself out of the booth and down the hall to the bathroom. Rosalie heard him knock on the door, something he had to do several times before she heard the familiar sound of it creaking open. She could hear Matt and Zacky talking but not loudly enough for her to understand what they were saying. A few minutes later, Matt came back, looking slightly irritated. "I'm not fucking saying another word to him for the rest of the night," he said, jerking his thumb back towards the bathroom. "Not until he pulls that stick out of his ass."

"Maybe Rosalie should go talk to him," Johnny suggested, almost too casually. Rosalie gave him a hard stare, which he quickly noticed. "What? Maybe he'll be less pissed at you. We're gonna be on this fucking bus all night so we need him out of this pissy ass mood."

Rosalie sighed. "Fine," she said a few seconds later. "But the first wrong thing he says to me, I'm punching him straight in his shit and he can stay in a bad mood." She nudged Jimmy out of the booth, making her way down the hall to the bathroom. She gave a few sharp knocks. "Hey, open the door."

Zacky’s anger had yet to waiver, even as he stood in the bathroom with the cool water running over his knuckles. It was beginning to numb them, his hand no longer throbbing with its own heartbeat. He straightened when Matt knocked at the door, scowling as he pulled the door open after the third knock.

“Piss off. I don’t care about whatever you’re going to say. You’re going to tell me that I need to calm down, something about how I shouldn’t have lashed out, probably tell me to act my own age,” Zacky spat out before Matt could even get a word in edge wise.

“So, like I said,” Zacky started when Matt held up his hand to silence the guitarist.

“You know what. Continue to be pissed off over something that didn’t even fucking happen,” Matt snapped, holding up both his hands. “I don’t give a shit any more, Baker.”

Zacky slammed the door, content to be by himself. At least then there was no one to say anything that would push him further when he was already in such a volatile mood.

He had thought by getting rid of Matt, that no one else would bother him. It seemed he was wrong though because it wasn’t more than a few minutes later that there was another series of knocks on the bathroom door.

Zacky scowled as he pulled the door open, his gaze softening just slightly when he realized who was standing on the other side. “What the hell do you want?” At least there were no insults this time.

Rosalie was actually a bit surprised how quickly Zacky complied with her request. To be quiet honest, she'd been exo him to tell her to fuck off, eso when he realized it was her on the other side of the door. She noticed the way his gaze softened slightly when he saw that it was her, but her thoughts of what that might mean were quickly dashed by the way he greeted her, which head almost typical for the way they spoke to each other. "I came to see if you were still pissed," Rosalie said, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom. She kept her voice low, knowing the other guys were likely listening in. "But I guess I've alre got my answer. Why are you so mad about this, anyway? I'm the one who got harassed at the bar and you seem more upset about it than I do. So what gives?"

There had to be some reason Zacky was still so mad about this. And she couldn't help but wonder if his reaction to this would have been so strong if they weren't fucking each other. As she waited for his answer, Rosalie's eyes drifted down to Zacky's knuckles, which were angry and red, and the small bit of concern it sparked in her stomach made her sick. Why did she care? It couldn't be because this was indirectly related to her. That had happened many times before and she never gave a fuck. God, what the fuck was wrong with her?

Stepping into the bathroom, she closed the door behind her with a soft click. "What happened to your hand?" Rosalie asked. She raised an eyebrow at Zacky, pointing to his hand. "I mean, you don't have to tell me but since you helped me out at the club, I thought I would ask."

Zacky let out a dry laugh at Rosalie's words. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing, even as she continued to speak. It was obvious that he was angry and as much as he wanted to shake the feeling, he couldn't seem to. Just the image of that man trying to come onto Rosalie while she was so obviously not interested had completely set him off. What didn't make it any better was the way the guys didn't even really seem to care. Not nearly enough for it to mean anything, at least. Rosalie, as much as she gets on his nerves, was still a woman that had the right to say no.

Huffing, Zacky ultimately decided to shrug his shoulders. He wished that he had something more that he could say to Rosalie but he didn't have a solid reason to give her. Not one that he understood. "Just like I fuckin' told Matt. Me. I fuckin' stepped up and none of their sorry asses could? It's a fuckin' joke, Rosalie. LIke, what kind of fuckin' man sits back and lets someone harass a woman?" He sneered at the thought, raising an eyebrow as he glanced down to his hand. It was as if it was the first time he was even seeing the injuries.

"I've had worse, Rosie," his voice was softer as his shoulders sagged. The only reason that he relaxed even a bit was that they were alone. No one would overhear anything said between the pair. "Couldn't go fight one of those assholes out there, could I?" he asked, looking up to her with a slight smirk.

"Well, it's not like they were just ignoring me," Rosalie said. "I think it's just the simple fact that you happened to notice what was happening first." She didn't think any of the other guys would have just sat back and watched her get assaulted at the bar. Zacky just happened to be the first one to glance over and notice what was happening. And she was sure Matt wasn't mad that Zacky had defended her, just mad that they'd gotten kicked out of the bar. "And it's okay that you're frustrated over everything. But don't take it out on Matt or any of the others. Matt was just trying to make sure you didn't get arrested."

When Zacky spoke again, his tone was noticeably softer. And then she heard that nickname, the one only Jimmy was allowed to call her, and she couldn't help but stiffen just a little. It took everything in her not to tell him not to call her that but she figured now wasn't the best time. She was trying to calm Zacky down, not piss him off more. Wow, was she really thinking that? Normally she lived to piss Zacky off so she didn't know why she cared so much now. She would just keep telling herself it was because he'd stood up for her at the bar. And she was a little drunk. Tomorrow things would go back to normal.

"I mean, you could," Rosalie started, laughing softly. "It just probably wouldn't end very well. Remember last time two of you idiots decided to fight each other? I thought we were going to end up on the evening news." Pushing away from where she'd been leaned against the counter, she turned back to the door. "I'm going to try and talk to Matt a little, maybe calm him down, too. Are you going to stay in here?"

"Yeah, but," Zacky paused, running his tongue along his bottom lip. He sighed as he shook his head, letting out a bitter laugh as he ran his hand over his cheek. "They still got mad at me over it. Like getting kicked out of the bar is more fuckin' important than..." he trailed off, waving his hand as if it was easier to just hint at the possibility of Rosalie being assaulted rather than actually confront the idea. "Stopping what could have happened," Zacky finally finished, grumbling as he glared at the sink in front of him. He turned it off, not paying any mind to the pain that shot through his hand when he moved his fingers.

Zacky straightened as he turned toward Rosalie, a slight smirk settling on his features as he dissolved into the same man that he usually was. "I mean, I fuckin' hate you and still I stepped in..." he trailed off, a dark glint to his eyes as he studied her. His eyes flicked to the door for a moment.

"Don't I get a reward?" Zacky teased, taking a step toward her. He had no intention of fucking her, or fooling around, when they were so close to the boys being just outside the door. But he was going to tease her, while he could.

When she didn't immediately get an answer, Rosalie assumed that meant Zacky was going to stay in the bathroom, or at least retreat back to his bunk. She at least felt the need to try and talk to Matt to see if she could smooth things over because God, it would make things fucking miserable for everyone if this feud kept up for much longer. She wasn't about to be trapped on a bus with two fighting idiots. However, just as she laid her hand on the doorknob, Zacky's comment made her pause, turning around with a matching smirk on her face.

"A reward?" she repeated. "You think you deserve an award? I would think the knowledge you stopped something awful from happening to me would be enough." Her gaze flickered up to meet Zacky's as he stepped toward her and she was wondering what exactly he was getting at. Well, she knew what he wanted but she was sure he knew as well as she did that they couldn't really do much with the other guys so close by. But then again, it would be interesting to fool around with the guys so close, because Zacky would have to stay quiet or else they might get caught.

Rosalie took a step towards Zacky, closing most of the distance between the two of them. She looked up at Zacky with a smirk. "But...I think I might be able to come up with a little something," she whispered. She let her hand settle on the waistband of his jeans, slowly popping open the button. The zipper was next to go, filling the small bathroom with a quiet hiss. "You'll have to be quiet, though. Wouldn't want to get caught, would you?" She slipped her hand into his jeans, palming him a bit through his boxers before she pulled his cock out completely, slowly starting to stroke him.

Zacky scoffed, rolling his eyes as he fixed Rosalie with a hard look. "Even without a damn reward, you know I would have stopped that piece of shit. A man putting his hands on a woman like that... nah. Not cool," Zacky grumbled. Just the thought was enough to spike his frustration all over again and if he had been anywhere else, his temper would have soared. Zacky didn't know then why but he didn't focus on it because then Rosalie was stepping toward him and his thoughts had become muddled.

He smirked, tilting his head to the side as Rosalie spoke. "You think so?" Zacky asked, raising an eyebrow. His lips parted as he forced back a groan, blood rushing south when Rosalie's fingers worked on the button of his jeans. He pressed his lips together, holding back another whine of protest when Rosalie's hand slid beneath his waistband.

Zacky cleared his throat instead of moaning, letting out a shaky breathe as her fingers wrapped around his cock. "You know. I could play it up," he muttered, looking up to her with half lidded eyes. "They'd probably think it was all a game. They're fucking stupid and you know they are," he said, letting out a breathy laugh.

Rosalie was sure the reactions she was getting from Zacky were completely involuntary on his part and because there was absolutely no way he would let her know how much her touch affected him if he had the choice. Hearing Zacky's words, Rosalie simply smirked, raising an eyebrow at him as she continued to slowly stroke him. As much as she would love to hear Zacky moan and beg her for more, that would almost make it too easy for him. It would be much for fun for her if he couldn't make a sound and she could see how far she could push him.

"No, no, we wouldn't want to get caught, would we?" she asked, repeating her question from earlier. Now her lips found Zacky's neck, searching for the spot that made him weak. She started to move the hand on his cock a bit faster, wanting to get him completely hard as quickly as she could. "You're not going to make a single sound," she whispered. "And if you do, I'll stop and you can finish the job yourself." She didn't know if that would be enough to convince Zacky to be quiet, but her threat wasn't an empty one. She was having fun fooling around behind everyone's back and she didn't know if they would be stupid enough to think she and Zacky were faking a second time.

Slowly, Rosalie sank down until she was on her knees in front of Zacky. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she gave him a few final strokes before she leaned forward to run her tongue along the length of his cock. She took his tip into her mouth, sucking on it gently before she took more of him into her mouth. She only stopped when she felt his cock touching the back of her throat, staying there for only a few seconds before she pulled completely away, looking up at Zacky with a smirk. "Quiet, remember?" she reminded him. "Or I'll stop." With that, she took him back into her mouth, using one hand to help her as she started to move her mouth along the length of his cock, slowly at first and then more quickly. She wanted to make Zacky squirm, make him want to beg her for more.