I Remember The Day She Told Me It's Over

"Don't go home." Zacky tugged on my hand, pulling me back towards him.

We were now standing in the parking lot at the beach by my car. Everyone else had left but Zack and I were enjoying our time alone.

"And where am I suppose to go?" I asked him playfully as his lips kissed softly along my jaw.

He brushed my hair away from my ear before whispering softly. "Come home with me."

The thought alone sent shivers down my spine, let alone his probing fingertips at my hips. I wanted to. God I wanted to. But did I really want our first time, since the last time years ago to go down this way? Both of us buzzing off the alcohol and the atmosphere the beach, fire and music had cacooned us in.

"What do you think?" he whsipered again. The cold metal of his piercings were a nice contrast to his warm lips against my neck.

"Zack," I grasped onto his T-shirt trying to gain any bit of composure my body did contain. I wanted him. Bad.

He took a step back and brushed my hair out of my face. His eyes locking on mine. "You don't have to Bailey. I'm sorry for - "

"I want to Zacky," I whispered softly, cutting him off from any and all thoughts. I wanted to go home with him.

"Are you sure?" he asked hesitantly.

I nodded as he wrapped his arms around my waist, his hands slipping into the back pockets of my jean skirt. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine again. Kissing me softly yet passionately before slowly pulling away causing me to whimper in protest.

He grinned and pulled his hands from my pockets. "So what are we Ms. Jenson? Or are we a we?"

I smiled and leaned in for another kiss before stepping out of his reach. "We'll figure that out in the morning." I winked as I opened the driver's side door to my car. "Race you there?"

He cracked a smile and pulled his keys from the pocket in his shorts. "I'm gonna warn you." he stepped away from my car, "I know a shortcut." With that he turned around and headed for his own vehicle. Despite my challenge, I followed him back to his house, parking in the driveway behind his car and following him inside.

"Lights," he muttered to himself as I stood behind him in the darkness. I kicked my flip flops off while he turned the lights on.

"I can't believe how tall you got," he grinned as he approached me. At 5'10" he was only a few inches taller than me. At one point I'd considered being a runway model, only to realise that I had to be at least 5'9". That idea went down the drain.

"Now I can look into your pretty eyes," I grinned and closed the distance between us.

"Mmmm," he bit his bottom lip as I nibbled along his jaw. I couldn't help it. He reached past me and flicked the lock on the front door before picking me up, tossing me over his shoulder and carrying me through his dark house to where I presumed his bedroom was. And I was correct. A moment later my body came into contact with incredibly soft sheets. Upon closer inspection I smiled up at him as he lifted his tshirt over his head.

"Egyptian cotton?" I asked with a grin as I unzipped my sweater. Mr. Vengeance had expensive tastes.

He laughed softly and leaned over my body. "Only the best." His lips brushed against mine and stayed there until he had my skirt undone and off my body.

"Are you sure about this?" he crawled slowly over top of me, his hands on either side of my head and his knees on either side of my waist. "Because god knows I want it, but I don't want you - "

"Zack." I interrupted him again and laughed softly. His eyes locked on mine and he smiled. "Just kiss me."

His head dipped down, brushing his lips playfully against mine. I placed my hand on the side of his face. The scruffiness of his cheek against my soft palm as I tilted my head slightly and kissed him deeper, sliding my hands to his sides and around to his back.

He smiled against my lips and began kissing me softly but repeatedly as he hooked his thumbs into my panties. Ichabod barked and Zacky groaned before glancing over at the kennel on the floor. I laughed softly as father and son locked eyes. "Go let him out Zack."

"Christ," Zacky leaned down for one last kiss before getting off the bed and letting the little black dog out of his kennel. "Come on Ich." The dog raced for the door and Zacky followed him.

Sighing softly I stretched out on his bed. His room was simple. A black dresser, black nightstand, black headboard, white lamp, white bedding, white walls, and white rug. I loved it. I heard Zacky close the front door and I slipped out of bed, pulling the sheets back more, ditching my tank top and panties and slipping into his bed. His sheets were amazing and his pillows smelled like him as I buried my face into them.

"I'm back," Zacky announced as he walked into the room. I smiled at him from beneath the blankets and he grinned. "Just give me one more minute." He placed Ichabod back into his kennel and hooked him up with some food and water before closing the door.

"Whatever you're thinking," he locked eyes with me, "hold that thought and I'll be right back."

He left the room again and a moment later I could hear water running but it didn't take him long to return.

"Had to wash my hands." he stopped in the doorway and pointed to the light switch, "lights? No lights?"

He seemed almost nervous. But he'd soon know it was my heart we could both hear thumping out of control. I patted the bed, "come on Vengeance."

He flicked off the lights and a moment later he was pulling the blankets back and the bed dipped with his weight. "Come here," he whispered softly as he reached out for me. His fingers sliding against the skin of my hip and around to my lower back as he pulled me up against his body.

I shivered when our skin came into contact. My eyes cut through the darkness, locking on his own as I slid my hand back into his hair, brushing it out of his eyes and running my fingers through it's black silkiness as he pressed his forehead lightly to mine. His arm was securely wrapped around my waist, his fingertips trailing light figure eight patters across my back.

I was shocked that even with our close proximity, I wanted to be closer. I wanted to feel Zacky, to know him inside and out. I wanted to be the one he called when he was on tour, the one he occasionally asked to go on tour with him. I wanted to be the one to finish his sentences, to wake up beside him, and be able to kiss him anytime I wanted. And quite honestly it was scaring me.

"Bailey?" His soft words cut through the darkness. His hand flattened and stilled on my lower back like he sensed what I was thinking.

"Mm-hhmm?" I asked quietly.

He kissed me softly and whispered against my lips. "Are you alright?"

I nodded and kissed him again. Parting his lips with my own and moaning into his mouth as our tongues came into contact with one another. I'd only been kissing him for about an hour now, but I loved it.

Slowly we changed positions, our mouths rarely leaving one anothers as he shifted himself on top of me. His hand slid along my thigh as he guided it around his waist. I moved my fingertips down his chest and to his sides, loving the feel of his skin against mine.

He muttered something against my neck that I assumed fell somewhere along the lines of either 'baby' or 'Bailey'. But I didn't have time to ask. Our hips moved together and a few maneuvers later I was moaning softly as we became joined in the most intimate of ways. It took a moment but soon I was matching his pace, kissing him hungrily and sliding my hands over every inch of skin I could touch.

"Zack," I whimpered softly beneath him shortly before rolling us over, tangling ourselves in the sheets as I straddled his body, joining us together again. I slid my hands slowly up his chest as his hands found my hips, rocking my body into his as I kissed him again. And as we both neared our peak it hit me. Nothing was going to be the same after this.

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I awoke to having a fingertip sliding lazily over the baseball with bat wings I had tattooed on my lower back. I turned my head and locked eyes with a beautiful pair of green eyes. She smiled softly but continuted to touch me. Her hand sliding up my back and over the '7' tattooed deep into my skin.

"Morning," she whispered.

I couldn't help but shuffle closer and kiss her soft lips. I was surprised she was still here to be honest. I offered her a smile when I pulled away. "Good morning."

"Did you have a good sleep?" She asked as I rolled onto my side and pulled her naked body against mine, and I shivered with the thought of knowing how well our bodies fit together. A bad move on my part because if I thought about it anymore, coupled with holding her in my arms, we wouldn't be getting out of bed anytime soon.

"The best I've had in a long time," I answered her honestly, brushing her blond hair back out of her eyes. "What about you?"

"Amazing," she kissed my neck softly, coaxing a soft groan from deep within my throat. My hands slid down over her butt pulling her even tighter against me. And it was at that moment Ichabod decided to make his presence known.

"Mmm," she kissed me one last time before pulling away. "He's been awake for a while. I was gonna let him out then I decided not to."

"You're a pain," I scolded Ichabod as I pulled myself out of Bailey's arms and slipped out of bed. I could feel her eyes on me as I grabbed my boxers off the floor and pulled them on before letting the dog out of his kennel. "Do you want some coffee?" I asked as I approached the bed again, placing my hands on the blankets and leaning over to kiss her once more.

"Mmm, I'd love some." she replied as she sat up, holding the blankets up over her chest. "May I borrow your shower?"

I nodded, "down the hall on the left." I pressed my lips to her forehead and stood up. "I'll see you in a few minutes."

She nodded and I headed out of my room down the hall to the kitchen. I let Ichabod outside in the backyard while I made some coffee and filled up his food and water. I could hear Bailey in the shower down the hall and I had the sudden inclination to join her. Then I decided against it. I wasn't sure what I wanted yet. If I wanted a girlfriend, did I want Bailey? What if she hadn't really changed like she claimed? What if the girls were right and she's after me for the status and money? There were so many things I had to work out for myself. I wasn't ready to be tied to her yet. Hopefully she felt the same way and she'd understand.