On My Knees 10 Hearts of Stone The evening progressed with much of the same frivolity for everyone. Spirits were high as a good time was had by all. Moirah was having a ball doing the bump between El and Jess when she noticed Tay comming their way, a grin on his face. He stepped up to Moirah just when the music took on a transformation. She returned his grin as she accepted his request to dance, though neither of them had spoken. El almost collapsed in a fit of giggles, Jess holding her up as Moirah and Tay took to the dance floor... in a dramatic, and very cheesy, poor imatation of the tango. Zac, not to be upstaged... hauled a very unwilling Ike along and met the other couple half way out in the center of the room. They laughed raucously and switched partners... Moirah chose Ike and left Tay to be escorted by Zac. They pranced back to the other side of the room and turned, Moirah's feet leaving the floor for a moment. She was giddy with joy over the fun she was having. Ike stooped, bending his knees comicly and danced cheek to cheek with her across the floor and once more met the other 'couple'... who were having obvious trouble deciding whom was to be leading. Again the partners switched, and Tay yelped when Ike stepped on his foot, but he got him back. He dipped Ike and dropped him. Ike lay on the floor laughing uncontrollably. Tay extended a hand and helped his brother up. They'd admitted defeat and left the floor with arms around each others necks. They left the remainder of the entertainment to Zac and Moirah. Zac had her pressed to his cheek... but her feet were far above the floor, swinging back and forth like the clapper of a bell. With cheers of the indulgent audience he really stooped for his next gag... literally. He got down on his knees and pressed to her, the comedic site more than most could bare as he tried to dance her across the floor handicapped... or rather, kneecapped. Whoever was spinning the tunes then took pity and let the tango die. Gratefully Zac collapsed onto the floor on his back, chest heaving and grin so wide it puddled onto the floor below. Moirah bent over him, her smile all for him as she looked down at him. She offered her hand to help him up, but he just pulled her down instead. She laughed as she went to her knees. She shook her head, spreading her laughter over him as he tugged at her. His puppy eyes gripped her heart and she relented, meeting him half way. He rose up a bit as she bent a bit more and they met in the middle for a tiny kiss. He pushed himself up to sitting and took a hug from her with a smile. He jumped up and helped her up too with his extended hand. After that he really needed something to apease his parched throat. Leaving his love in the most capable hands of doing the twist with his mother... he bellied up to the bar and pounded loudly on the polished wood. "Bar keep! Bar keep! Gimmie a brew!" He roared. Darius shook his head with laughter and pulled one from the tap for him. He set it before him with a grin. "You sure you aint had enough? You seem to be rather... energetic tonight." Darius teased. Zac shook his head a bit as he chugged it down. He pulled the glass away, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Nahh... I'm good to go. I'm just having fun is all. I mean, it won't be long before I'm gonna be tied to a damned bus like a naughty dog." His face rippled over the emotions of pleasure and pain. Darius knew Zac loved his music and enjoyed playing for the people... but he also knew this time was going to be different. This time he was leaving behind a big chunk of himself. He was leaving behind Moirah. "Don't sweat it man... you're gonna be ok. Besides... you get to show off that killer number you guys have lined up for your second single. That one will be sure to bring down the house, you know it!" Darius tried to yank Zac out of his sudden funk. Zac grinned at him, the tune already spinning in his head. "Yeah, that's a killer alright." He said almost to himself as he watched Moirah and his mother writhe on the dancefloor. He jerked his head a bit and looked into Darius's eyes. "Thanks man... I really appreciate it ya know?" He offered up to his friend. Darius smiled at him, patting his shoulder. His eyes darted to the floor and back to Zac. "I know how it is man. I'm there for you, you know that." He said seriously. Zac nodded, setting his now empty glass on the bar. He rose from the stool and stood next to his friend. They watched the room for a moment, side by side. All of them friends and family... this was what was home. This was what he missed every other time he left on the road. His eyes fell to Moirah once more as she threw her head back in laughter, dancing along side his grandmother. That was what he was going to be missing from now on... and somehow... it seemed so much more. "Dude... get your ass over there! The guys are wait'n on ya!" A loud voice chimed in his ear. Zac snapped out of his trance and turned to face the voice. "Huh? What Eddie?" He asked dazedly. Eddie laughed. "I said we're waiting for you. We can't play without a drummer and if you don't move your ass we're gonna have to resort to using Mac!" He joked. Zac laughed with him. "Alright, alright! I'm comming!" He gave in. Eddie just grinned at him and took off back toward the stage where Ike's bass was waiting for him. Zac lay his hand on Darius's shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze in thanks for his friendship. Darius smiled back at him and jerked his head in the direction of his waiting brothers at the stage. "Go on. There wait'n for ya." He told him. Zac nodded with a grin. He was grateful for his friend, and he knew that he would help him get through the hard times comming, along side his brothers. He followed Eddies path and approached the stage, his brothers both grinning madly at him. Zac squeezed between Eddie and their friend Candace to get into the tight space where the drum kit waited for him. "Sup Candy?" He nodded in greeting as she was adjusting her guitar strap. He snagged his undershirt on her guitar as he tried to pass through, tearing it a bit in the center of his chest. "Damnit!" He laughed. "And that was one of Tay's too!" He admitted as she and he both worked to get untangled. "What?! Mine! Stop borrowing my clothes man!" Tay laughed. Finally free he shrugged with a large grin, winking at Candy who just shook her head at him, smiling like she always did. She was a really quiet chick... he liked that about her, and she could blister paint with her hot licks on the guitar. He straddled the throne and eyed the crowd with a big smile. Ike's voice faded in and out until the speakers were adjusted properly and then he adressed them as a whole. "Ok people! You know the rules and you know what to do! So let's rock already!" He shouted. Tay and Ike shot a look to Zac and he counted off the measures before Ike ripped into a hard and fast rendition of 'In the City.' Within seconds Tay had thrown himself into his performance and was right where he belonged, infront of a crowd. The brothers three blew the roof off the place and stopped only long enough to catch their breath and grin about the thunderous applause of approval from the audience. True they were family and friends... but it always felt good to play for people and have them enjoy the music just as much as they enjoyed playing it. The band was hot and so was the night. A few songs later a couple of pitchers of beer were placed atop the piano. They shimmied and shook as Tay pounded out the tune from the keys until the end of the song. Hands shaking from a rush of adrenaline Tay poured them all a glass and handed them out to waiting wanting mouths. Candy handed Zac one from behind the kit and he stood to accept it. He chugged it down in four swallows and handed her back the empty glass as he downed the last drops. He wiped his mouth on the hem of his shirt and passed the material over the rest of his face as well. He was hot and there wasn't much space left on his white shirt that was still dry. Hardly even before Ike got the rest of his beer washed back, Zac was counting off again. Ike hurriedly shoved his glass onto the tray and jumped back into the melee. The room was rock'n and there looked to be no sign of stop'n. A few more songs down the line Tay jumped out from behind the piano between songs. He braved the throng before them and found his mother. He hauled her toward the stage, all the while she was shouting, trying to be heard over the noise. "What are you doing Tay?!" She got out between her laughter. Walker pushed his way a bit more toward the front of the crowd to watch the exchange. His grin quite large at the embarrassed face of his beautiful wife. Tay shoved his mother into his slot at the keys behind the piano with a most mischievious grin and pulled out a harmonica from his pocket. She tossed her head back in glee and stood her ground, giving him a nod that she would do as demanded. Tay took a step back and spoke to Zac in his ear as Zac leaned forward. He grinned and nodded at Tay. Then Tay stepped over to Eddie and Candy. Even Candy, always laid back and easy had a blast of laughter. Ike stepped up behind Tay to find out what the hell was going on. Tay spoke to him in his ear and the grin grew with mischief over Ikes face. The crowd began to get restless and Tay stole the mic up off the floor. He shouted out to the people. "Hey! Ok, here's what we're gonna do... I'm gonna start a song on the harmonica... and the band's gonna pick it up! Let's just see how good Mom still is after all her years of daily torture to us!" He grinned right at his mother, who covered her face with a smile and looked down at the floor embarrassedly. "Mom... everyday I've heard it..." He took on a face and slung his hip out and immatated his mothers higher pitched voice. "You need to practice if you want to be any good... I don't care how many records you've sold. Now go practice!" He pointed at her as she met his eyes. She rolled her eyes at him and shook her head. "I dunno if I can do this Tay!" She admitted. He laughed. "To bad for you Mom! Cause now your the keyboardist for Hanson!" He joked. She laughed with him and redied herself for possibly the most embarrassing event of her life. Tay didn't hesitate to put his mother through the paces of every jump'n cover song or original complicated piece he and his brothers had constructed that he could think of. She rarely missed any of them and he had to hand it to her, she was smok'n! She was having a ball... even when she messed up or was totally lost about a song. Her smile was a mile wide and everyone in the house was love'n it. Especially Walker. It was a rare occasion when they could let loose and have this kind of fun, and he knew it would be a long time in comming before he got another chance again, so he used this one wisely. He danced like a wild man... filled to overflowing with energy. He pulled his mother out onto the floor and swung her about, making her laugh. When she begged off he went in search of a new partner and found Jess. He boogied with her until Daniel cut in. He backed off with a smile and sought out another victom. He surprized a sleepy Zoe and hoisted her up into his arms to dance for a bit until she got cranky and Jenn took her out of the fray to calm her down. Next Walker pounced on a poor unexpecting Moirah, swinging her around, her feet off the floor till she was dizzy from the movement and the laughter. She too bowed out, but he was rescued by El who leaped infront of him. "I'll dance with ya Dad!" She shouted. And they did too. They danced till the band were exhausted. The night grew long and the pitchers of beer drained the keg so they moved on to champagne. Ike broke a string and had to put a halt to the fun for a moment. Tay went over to his mother and put his arm around her shoulders, hugging her to his body. "I think we should all give Mom a really big hand everybody! She kicks ass!" He yelled into the mic. Diana laughed, hugging him back. "Ok everyone... the bands gonna take five! I think we've earned it don't you?!" He asked. The cheering applause was answer enough. He escorted his mom back to his father and took off to find Jenn. Candy and Eddie headed off to the other side of the crowd doing only they knew what. Ike squatted infront of his amp, his guitar precariously lain over his knee as he restrung it. El came up behind him, a cold drink in hand for him. He looked over his shoulder and smiled up to her, she returned it lovingly and waited for him to stand. He did shortly and took the drink from her as well as the kiss she offered. Zac however... he snuck off and disappeared before Moirah had a chance to get through the crowd and give him the ice cold bottle of water she'd confiscated from the kitchen. She spied a tall blonde with a long pony tail just slipping through the front doors. Those broad bronzed shoulders were unmistakable and she headed in his direction. She entered the quieter parking lot and peered through the thick blanket of darkness to find him. The white of his shirt made him easier to pick out in the night. She walked quietly toward him as he appeared to be pacing, his hands flinging about as if he were still behind the drums. She watched him kick the tire of his truck then called out to him softly. "Zac?" His head snapped up and he squinted in the darkness. "Moirah? What are you doing out here?" He asked her. She stepped up to him as he walked to her. "I came to find you. I brought you some water." She offered, handing him the chilled bottle. He smiled down at her softly, the light from the windows of the hall falling gently across his tall frame. "Thank you." He toned quietly. She twisted off the cap for him as he held the bottle in his hand. He gave her a bit wider of a smile and didn't hesitate to down it quickly. "You guys sounded really great tonight." She told him earnestly. "Thanks." He said shortly after pulling the bottle away and catching his breath. "You looked like you were enjoying yourself too." She offered, trying to keep the conversation alive, though it was rather one sided. He shrugged. "I guess..." He said noncommitally. He tossed the empty bottle to the back of his truck then bent to wipe his face off on his shirt once more. She tugged at it to try to get it out of his hands and it ripped a bit more. "Oops... sorry. It's just that I've got a towel in my bag in the cab." She tried to explain. He shrugged, but didn't move to go get the towel. She sighed. "What's the matter Zac?" She querried then he tried to walk away from her back to the door. "Nothing." He flatly toned. "Something's bothering you. I can see it." She replied. He turned back around and stepped back to her. "It's nothing, really." He tried and reached for a kiss, but she turned her head away. He huffed with attitude. "What now?!" He snapped. She creased her brow as she looked up to him. He threw up his hands in defeat. "Ugh!" He said into the night as he turned away again, his hand in his hair distractedly. She reached out to him, touching his arm as he stepped away from her, his back to her rigid and tense. "Zac..." He spun around defensively to face her. "What?" He nearly growled. She scowled at his bitter tone but she ignored it. "I don't like you keeping things from me Zac. You know that. We've talked about this many times before. I have... issues with that." Her eyes mirroring a distant past pain. He stepped to her, looking down into her face lit by moonglow, her eyes sparkling like precious gems. "I'm not him Moirah." His tone softer but still laced with edgeyness. "I would never do anything to hurt you. You know that. You do believe that don't you?" She nodded. "I just don't like it when you're so distant." She tried to explain. "Don't you trust me?" He asked of her. "I love you Zac, of course I trust you... with my life." She declared. He took her back into his arms, gently, tenatively. "Then trust me now." He pleaded softly. "I want to Zac, really I do... but it feels like you're throwing up a wall between us. What happened back there?" She pointed to the spot where he'd made her heart ache but moments ago. She needed to know. "Let's just go back to the party ok?" He tried to stall. "No, Zac, We need to resolve this now before it grows and comes between us." She stated firmly. "I don't want to fight right now Moirah! Please! Can't we just forget this and go back in?" He exclaimed. She looked at him with steady eye. She wasn't backing down. "Come on, we were having so much fun before. Let's not spoil it now and enjoy the rest of the night." He tried as he gripped her shoulders. She slightly shook her head, her arms crossed and hip slung out to tap her foot. She was stubborn and there was no way she was going to let it go. He could see that. His ire rose and he let go of her, taking a step to the side, tugging at his tail to tighten it. Though it was fine before, he just needed that distraction to difuse some of his anger. He put his hands on the tailgate, leaning on it as he hung his head. "You can't slot me with them Moirah. I'm not one of them... I care about you too much to do anything to jeopardize this." He lifted his head, his hands gripping like a vice on the cold metal. He stared up into the blackened sky willing his eyes to adjust and focus on the almost imperceptable stars that forced their way through the pitch black sky- trying to compete with the dull glow of the sliver of moon hanging in the center of attention. He sighed, she wasn't making this easy for him. Her voice touched him softly in the night. "Then tell me what it is Zac. Let me in please!" She begged. He was mad. Mad at himself for letting his emotions control him so fiercely. Mad at her for being so damned persistant. Mad at the circumstances that were forcing them into this situation in the first place. Mad at all those cursed men who hurt her before. Leaving her wounded and mistrusting in their wake of lies and deciet. Damn each of them, but especially him... the one who broke her heart the first time. The heel of his hand slammed against the cold unyeilding metal, the sickeningly loud thunk echoing in the quiet lot- she winced. He let loose his yell then. "Because I can't stand to see you leave all right?! I'm scared Moirah! Damnit I'm scared of being without you. Afraid of what's going to happen to us if we're so far apart. I don't want that distance to come between us. Our time spent away from each other driving a wedge between us. I couldn't live if that happens Moirah! I can't live without you..." He cried, rushing up to her, forcefully crushing her to his body, trying to warm his heart, his soul aching with the chilling cold thoughts that were tormenting him. He took a ragged breath, his cheek pressed to the top of her head he whispered across her hair. "I won't live without you..." He confessed, sealing it with a tender kiss. She let the tears tumble, they were welcomed if not confusing. She sobbed and their aches melted together as they dropped to their knees, arms binding them into one being. She let them run their course and he soothed her. Stroking her hair and kissing every salted drop, blessing them with whispered promises of devotion and tenderness. The months to come would be more difficult than strolling in Lucifers garden. But the time needed to come so it could be passed, then forgotten. They needed it to be put to rest to secure thoughts of their future together. To anchor their ever expanding love. To prove that they would make it, no matter the obsticle. He needed to do it for her, and for her he was willing to do most anything. Between her calming sobs she tried to speak. He looked down at her, nestled against his chest, stroking the hair from her face. "We've been apart before, hell, we've been apart more then we've been together." She snorted at the notion, not liking it one bit. "I know, Iknow." He sighed, tightening his arms around her. "I hate that too... but you know this time is going to be so much harder... you know that Moirah." He hushed. She only nodded under his chin. "I know it's only been a week... but every moment with you... time looses all meaning. You are eternal Moirah, that's why I love you so much. You are my forever." He whispered against her temple. She looked up to him. "Which angel are you? Do they know you're missing?" She said with a serious face. He smiled, broad and real, the tears turning away in shame of it in his eyes. "Ha! If you only knew..." He trailed. She laughed as she sat up more and pushed away from him wiping her eyes. "And you think I don't? Honey... I thought I was the only one who did know..." She trailed off herself, her grin sly. He threw his head back in laughter, sweeping her back up in his arms to hold her tightly. "Ahhh! I love you!" He shouted. The night closed in around them, bringing in the walls of every obsticle they faced. They ignored them and shielded themselves against the pain. Together they would be able to escape the tortures that inflicted them. The moment grew still and he looked down into her face, shining eyes and pouted lips. Her beauty was staggering to him but the love he held for her was paramount in his heart. His arms were wrapped about her, making her disappear in him. He loved being able to engulph her, drape about her like a security blanket. His eyes were dark and soft as she said nothing... only looked back to him. Words seemed obtrusive then. Only emotions were allowed to be set free. He cradled her face against his roughened palm, her head tilting to press to him and her eyes sliding shut. Her hand covered his, the delicate softness against his hard hewn paw were tremendous in contrast, yet, seemed so right. His heart beat wildly against his ribs. Just being next to her was a thrill, but to touch her, listen to her tiny little breathy sigh that escaped every time he lay his hands on her... it was euphoric. He pulled her up into his lap as he sat back more, rocking slightly in the dark breezes of the night. He couldn't let go of her, he needed to have her next to him, make him feel whole and complete. Soft melodies drifted from the open doors of the hall, the laughter of many tinkling over the winds. It was an odd soundtrack to the overwhelming pain but accompanied his love for her so well for she was all that was light and loving in his world. His heart still ached but he eased his grip on her. She looked up to him. "We'll be ok." Her voice so small yet her words so huge. Her hands at either side of his face to direct his eyes at hers, as if he could look anywhere else. She was the only thing he ever saw, whether she was there or not. He nodded, swallowing hard, still not able to conjure up the strength to be able his allowance of speech. She bent toward him, her lips lightly brushing against his forehead. He closed his eyes, his breath struggling to escape. Her lips touched each of his eyes, soft as a whisper against the heavy lids. He felt her breath wash over his cheek, then was granted a warmth, brief but electric. Her lower lip dragged down to his jaw then she planted a row of tiny sparks of kisses toward his ear. He shivered when her breath grazed over his ear, her voice so soft he didn't know if he'd heard it or just felt it. "I love you." Then a tiny lick to his neck before she took in his earlobe, sucking gently on it. If his eyes had been open he knew they would have rolled back in his head. Her hands slid down and passed over his shoulders. Her fingers dancing over the tight muscles of his arms as he held her around the waist and hips. She slid her hands between his arms and body, grazing lightly over his waist as her kisses trailed over his throat. Her hands rested on his hips, her mouth taking a rest upon his adams apple. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue swirling over the flesh before she suckled at it. His moan escaped despite himself. He loved the way she touched him, nobody had ever or ever could touch him the way she did. He pulled her a bit tighter to his body, the ache of his groin growing sweetly. Her lips pulled away, she looked up at him through heavy lidded eyes, her long lashes serving only to make her eyes look darker in the dim light from the dirty windows on the other side of the lot. He lost his breath as he sucked in the sight of her. She did not give him anytime to recover. She pushed against him again, her hands traveling up his back as she leaned in towards him. Her mouth took to his neck again giving an identicle performance to other side in opposite direction. She sucked in his earlobe and he grunted from the pain of his hardening shaft twitching and pulsing. Her breath was cool against his heated skin, her whisper like a finger of ice as she spoke over the damp skin. "I love you." He could not let that declaration pass without an answer. "I... I love you too.." He sighed into the night. Her bottom lip dragged over his hot cheek. Her mouth perched just above his and he was beginning to pant. She brushed her lower lip over his, she could feel his pouting mouth quivering. She nuzzled her nose against his, her head tossing slightly, gently. He was breathing hard now, his anticipation more than he could stand. He moved forward, trying to capture her lips with his own, but she moved away from him. Her tease driving him wild with want. Her hands slid from his back and over his chest as she held him steady. His heaving chest strained against her hands gently, he reached for her once more. She escaped him again and he wimpered when she shook her head. He stilled his body, waiting for her to come to him. And she did. Her hands slid up over his chest, caressing his neck and digging into his hair. She tugged at the elastic and released his tail. Her fingers raking through the thick length, she caught his eyes. Her hands balled into fists, wrapping into his hair and drawing his head toward her glistening mouth. She darted out her tongue, tasting of his upper lip. His heart quickened and breath hitched in his throat. She leaned in and pressed her mouth to his, the seal unmistakable an unbreakable bond. His ears pounded with the sound of his rushing blood when her tongue parted his lips and darted in and out of his mouth. He chased it with his own and thought he would die when she caught his tongue and sucked it so hard he couldn't take it back until he moaned and she released it. She was going to be his undoing. Even through the fuzzyness of his consumed alcoholic quantities... he knew he had to stop her before he couldn't stop himself. With her legs wraped around his hips and her hands in his hair, she rocked in his lap, the torture bitter sweet. The kisses seering his body, but soothing his soul. He grabbed at her hips trying to stop her, still her writhing body. "Baby stop... please... you gotta stop I can't take it anymore!" He begged. She ignored his mournful pleas. She grabbed his hand at her hip and shoved it at her crotch. Her panties soaked and radiating a great warmth. He groaned, his head lolling back as his fingers felt of her womanhood through the thin barrior. He pulled his hand free, letting the friction of her body return from the interuption of his hand. He looked at her, watching her face, wanting nothing more than to take her, have her body like she had given her spirit to him. "Zac, please..." She quietly moaned. His heart raced and his mind whirled. He wanted her badly. So bad he was fighting with himself not to cave in. "We can't Moirah... not here, it just isn't.... it isn't right..." He tried to explain, the movement of her heat over his stiff cock making it difficult to string together the simple words. Her voice came in a whining moan. "I know... but at least we can make eachother feel good, can't we?" She begged. "God Moirah, you always make me feel good..." He moaned into her neck. His hands were gripping her hips, pushing and pulling her harder against him. He was going to go stark raving mad if he didn't have more of her soon... but he felt too exposed sitting in the center of the parking lot. He detached his mouth from the juncture of her neck and shoulder. "Not here baby, let's go get in the truck." He sugested. She nodded, her head then tossing back in pleasure. He reached forward once more and sucked at her neck, lightly nipping at the tender flesh he found there. His hands glided up over her back and one hand wove into her hair, tangling the tiny intricate braided work. Her quiet groan signaled his haste, his cock agreeing quickly that it was time to move. With much effort he pushed her away from his lap and she whined at the loss of contact. "Shh... hang on baby." He soothed her. He set her gently on the ground before him, leaning in far for a kiss to feed his hungered mouth. He got to his knees, still connected to her ambrosia like lips. Her hands slowly detangled from his long locks and he rose, slowly, bringing her up with him. They stood, in the dark, in a sea of hurt, in love. He tore his lips from hers, the pain of seperation almost physical. He took her tiny hands in his, bringing them up to his lips and brushing each one with sweetest of kisses. Her eyes were so dark, it was like looking down from a cliff into the churning tides of a vast ocean. He stepped backwards, drawing her toward him as he neared the truck behind him. Every few step taken he would steal another kiss to fuel him on. He turned her, walking alongside the truck, kissing her lips, nipping at her neck, licking at her earlobe. He bumped into the sideview mirror, stopping to take her mouth once more in a heated kiss that set both of them on fire. Slipping her hand out of his she dove into his pocked, extracting his keys. He took them from her, quickly turning to the door to open it and kill the lingering time spent away from her touch. Her arms wraped around him from behind and he groaned when her hands dipped down to stroke his shaft. He unlocked the door and leaned forward against it, her hands driving him insane. He turned to her, taking in her face. The way her eyes lit up in the dark. The shape of her poutted lips. He reached out his hand to her, touching her face tenderly. "I love you so much. No other woman has ever made me feel the way you do. Your touch keeps my body alive, your voice makes me sane. Your love saves my soul from the tortures of hell. I want you to be my wife." He spoke so softly, so intently, it brought tears to her eyes. She pressed to him, her body moulding to his. "I want that too... someday. I love you. Infathomably." She said emphaticly. He brought her face up to his, his hands cupping her face as hers rested against his chest. The kiss was passion in itself. She stepped back and he followed. He turned, opening the door, then turned back to her. "I do want you, I want you in the worst way. But you know it just isn't time yet. I know it, not that I like it... besides, this is not good enough for you. You're more important to me then a quick fuck in some dark parkinglot. I want to make love to you, properly. All night long in a room filled with music, candles and flowers. The way you deserve..." He explained. She placed a finger over his lips stopping him. "I know. But this is our last night together... I just want to feel you close to me. I need that Zac. I need it so I can get through the next few months. Something to hold onto in the cold long lonely nights when I want you so bad I hurt." She breathed against his face. Her words only a whisper but each one hitting him hard. "Oh Moirah!" His quiet moan seemed to bounce around the universe, but settled in her heart. He scooped her up, turning around and depositing her on the seat of the truck. He looked up to her as she stroked her fingers over his jaw. "Touch me." She whispered. He obeyed. His hands ran over her legs, up under her skirt and gripped at her hips. Hooking his fingers into the waist of her panties he tugged at them, pulling them down as she lifted her hips in assistance. Slowly he slid them down over her creamy legs. She stepped out of them and he held them in his hand, clutching them tightly as he sucked in a breath. He licked his lips, trying to steel his raging want. Mindlessly he stuffed her panties into the pocket of his jeans as he leaned forward to her. She bent down and met his mouth. He sucked at her sweet lips, his mind whipping into a milkshake when she let out a tiny moan, her body straing toward his. He ran his hands over her body, gripping at her waist for the moment he caught her tongue. His fingers slid up her sides, cupping her heavy breasts, thumbs stroking over the tight nipples below the fabric. She started to unbutton her blouse, and he helped her find release from the garment. His lips and tongue assulted her neck and throat as he pushed the material from her shoulders. He couldn't wait long enough to get it all the way off, his hands raced back to her breasts, resuming the sweet torture to her hardened nipples. He pulled at the satiny fabric, making it dip so a jutting mound pressed forward. His mouth sucked at the hollow of her throat then his gliding tongue led him to the center of her exposed breast. He lapped at the fragrant skin, rolling the taste of her around in his mouth like a fine wine. His hands tugged at her bra still, releasing the other breast. Still assulting her nipple with the flat of his tongue his hands covered both breasts, gently squeezing as he rolled the nipples between forefinger and thumb. "Mmmm..." Her sigh carried to his state of nirvana. Gently he bit at the fleshy mound, his teeth grazing next to the straining nipple as he raked his teeth over the tender flesh. Her hands tugged at his hair in her pleasure. He swirled his tongue around and around her nipple, flicking the point of his tongue against the angered tip of her breast. She wimpered then moaned when he took it into his mouth and sucked at his hard and fast. "Ohhhh..." She responded. With his tongue he painted a long line from one nipple to the other, dropping his hand to cup the heft of her breast as his other hand took to tweaking her pleasure manipulating the other nipple. He repeated his ministrations to her delighted torture. He lapped and sucked his way back up her throat, kissing a line over her tender jaw. His hands slid down over her excited body, all the way down to her ankles as she rested her tiny feet against the floor of the door of the cab. She slid out of her shoes easily and leaned back a bit to keep her balance when he lifted her legs. gripping at her ankles he picked up her legs, his hands running up the back of them as he raised them higher. By the time his hands reached her thighs, he hand her ankles resting on his shoulders and she was leaning back on her elbows. His hands slipped under her skirt, pushing it up as the traveled to her hips. He pulled her forward to the edge of the seat. His palms pressed the inside of her thighs, spreading her legs open more. Then his eyes left hers and washed down over her exposed body. He groaned as his rock hard cock throbbed at the sight of her glistening sex before him. He tugged at the buttons, releasing his erection into the damp night air as he leaned toward her. He kissed his way up her thigh, nuzzling his nose against the other one as his heated breath blew against the wetness between her legs. He stroked himself slow and deliberately, wanting to make this last as long as possible. His tongue darted out, making a quick swipe over her slit, barely parting the folds set before him. She moaned and he groaned. One of her hands flew into his hair and he dove between her legs. He pressed a knee to the runningboard, his cock in hand and his other gripping at her thigh. His mouth was upon her sex, making her writhe from it's movements. He parted her folds and licked deeply, dragging his tongue up from her aching entrance to her quivering clit. He sucked at the throbbing nub, his fingers sliding down to probe her hole. Slowly he slid two fingers into her, shoving them deeply, his mind reeling at how tight she felt against them. "God Zac!" She breathed hard. His fingers stroked in and out of her, his mouth sucking at her sweetspot as he flicked his tongue across it. Her hips started to move against him, driving him crazy. His hand pumped his shaft faster, his grip getting tighter. He pulled away from her pussy, gaining his breath and stealing a look at her face. He slipped his fingers from her, spreading her slick juices over her cunt as he explored her every crevice and curve. Her chest was heaving and her hand firmly wrapped in his hair. She looked down to him, her eyes heavy and dark. "I love you!" She whispered fiercely as he ran his index finger in circles around her clit. "Oh Moirah, I love you too!" He breathed back, his fingers and thumb teasing the aching head of his cock. He dipped his head back between her legs, plunging his tongue into her opening, making her cry out. "Oh!" He was so close he wanted to cry. "God baby... cum! Cum on my tongue and let me taste you... I need it so bad." He moaned into her cavern. Her hips bucked at his face. The pace was furious on his prick. He urged her toward the edge of heaven. "Yes Zac Yes!" She cried. He came so hard he saw stars, shooting the sticky cream onto the cold metal of the runningboard. She rode his tongue, her wimper rising into a cry of euphoria. "I'm cumming...!" Her shuddering body heaved at him and he tasted her, she tightened around his tongue. She was sweet, so sweet. He pulled his mouth away from her, laying his cheek against her thigh, wraping his arm about her waist. His breath heavy from his heaving chest. He closed his eyes as her leg slipped down, her knee pressed against his chest a bit, her hand stroking his hair back. He sighed, a heavy shuddering breath, the air from his lungs caressing her wetted folds. "My god I love you." His words caressing her heart as his other hand grasped at her ankle. She sat up, her eyes searching for his as she pulled at his chin to raise his eyes. Her gaze connected with his, her heart melting as a few tears teased to flee her eyes. Her voice was shakey. "I know, and I love you too." She said, her fingers stroking over his jaw, brushing against his swollen lips. He picked his head up off her lap, reaching forward for a kiss. Their lips touching softly against eachother, pressing forward more and more as the hunger grew between them. "I know I saw her go out the door... he has to be with her out here." A voice sliced through the night and cut short anymore passionate endevors for them at that moment. His head jerked around as hers snapped up. They looked toward the doors, still hidden in the dark they quickly pulled apart. Stuffing himself back into his jeans he hopped up and down to quickly get his zipper up as she tugged her skirt over her legs with one hand and the other pulling up at her bra to cover her breasts. She was doing up her buttons as fast as lightning as he bent for her shoes. One had tumbled beneath the truck and he got down on one knee to retrieve it, pressing his chest against the cold metal. He must have kicked it under there when he was standing between her legs. He cursed under his breath as he felt a sharp sting, heard a distinctive ripping. "Shit...!" He reached her shoe and popped back up with it. The sound of footsteps comming closer as he slipped it back onto her foot. There was no time to give her back her panties. He stuffed them deeper into his pocket, eyeing her as she crossed her legs self conciously. Reaching behind herself she handed him a towel from her bag. He took it and watched as she poured a half a bottle of water that was left in the cab over an end of the towel. Quickly he swiped it over his face and rung it over his hands. "There you are! We've been searching all over for you two!" Isaac exclaimed, his hand tightly holding El's. Zac wiped at the beads of blood on his chest. "What happened to you?" El asked when she noticed the cut. He shrugged, tossing the towel into the back of the truck. "It's nothing, don't worry about it. So, why were you looking for us?" He changed the subject. Isaac eyed the two suspiciously for a moment, but let it slide. "We.. we were ready to play again but you came up missing. You've been gone for over half an hour." Ike informed him. "Really? Oh,...well... then I suppose we should get back in there then." Zac drew out, turning towards Moirah to help her down from her perch. She took his hand and stood, their eyes connecting with a meaningful and silent agreement. He wrapped his arm around her waist, steadying her as she stepped down, his other hand holding tight still to hers. Her feet now on the warm pavement she looked up to him quickly, his head bowed to look into her eyes briefly. He took in a breath. "Let's go then." He sighed, then took a step forward, closing the door of the truck. He took up Moirah's hand once more and struck off toward the doors of the hall. "You sure everything's ok?" Ike asked cautiously. Somehow he got the feeling that he'd interupted something important. Zac stopped, looking over his shoulder he met his brothers eyes. "Fine Ike." His words were convincing but his eyes couldn't lie. Ike only nodded, wrapping his arm around El. She looked at him, meeting his eyes for a second. She knew, but she too kept silent. They followed the other couple back to the brightly lit hall. The noise of merrymakers soothing the tense feel that pervaded the four. They slipped back into the crowd, and back into a mood more befitting the situation, even only if it was on the outside. Eddie plowed through the crowd, stopping short infront of the foursome. "What the hell happened to you?" He asked, eyeing Zac's disheveled appearance. Zac's eyes stabbed at him. "Forget I asked." Eddie recantered. "Com'on, let's jump back into the hellfires." He offered instead. Zac only nodded, his sullen stance not going un-noticed by the others. He looked over to the stage, Tay was sitting at the piano, absentmindedly tinkling away on the keys. Zac sighed. "I'll be right over." He said sternly. Ike and Eddie nodded. They watched Zac cross the room, Moirah in tow, her steps hurried to keep up with his long strides. Ike turned to El. "I dunno what we interupted and I'm not sure if it was good or bad." He said. She nodded, her eyes not leaving the couple as he pulled her into the restroom behind him. Ike kissed her cheek sweetly. "I'll play something for you baby." He promised. She looked to him, her eyes catching his. She brushed her lips over his. "I'll be listening." And she sent him off back toward the stage. She made her way to the kitchen where she hoped to weighlay Moirah for a few answers. Zac whipped around, pulling her into the room. He nearly slamed the door shut as he leaned against it. He tugged, making her fall into his arms. The feeling of her body on his was like listening to choirs of angels sing. His hands grasped at her hips, pulling her as close to him as he could. He pressed his mouth down on hers, capturing her tiny moan. He kissed her long and hard, making him weak in the knees from her taste. He ripped his lips from hers, breathing heavy, chest heaving from his excitement. His eyes were dark, full and deep. She looked up at him, her smile waivering from her emotions. "I love you Moirah." His voice setting the words in stone. Her hands slid up his chest and clasped behind his neck, her thumbs ticklingly stroking the skin at his hairline. His hands slid under her skirt and cupped the curve of her ass. "I love you too." Her whisper etching them all the deeper into the surface of both of their hearts. His fingers began to travel between her legs and she giggled. "I thought they were waiting for you out there." She reminded him. "Geez! If it isn't one fucking thing it's another!" He whined. She laughed softly, bringing her hand around to drag her thumb over his lips. "It's ok baby. There's always later... I'm not going anywhere." She promised. His smile grew. Hearing her words, he let them sink into his heart and it healed a great deal. He sighed. "I suppose that means you'll be wanting your underware back then?" He questioned. She laughed at his pout. "If you wouldn't mind... yes." She answered. He rolled his eyed dramaticly, letting loose a great huff. He stood up a bit, still leaned against the door. He reached deep into his pocket, slowly withdrawing the black satiny whisp of material. She reached for it and he yanked them away. She huffed and he laughed. "Come on Zac, everybodies waiting for you!" She tried to reason. His grin was mischievious. "So let them wait. I don't care." He shrugged, taunting her with the undergarment again. Once more she lunged for them, comming up empty. She stamped her foot in frusteration. "You are so cute when you do that!" He cried. She gave him a dirty look. He held them above her head, making her jump for them, but she fell misserably short of reaching them that high. "Zaaaccc...!" She whined. His eyes softened and he dropped his arm beside him. She didn't trust him yet, so she didn't try to grab them, unsure of what he would do. He surprized her when he got to his knees infront of her. He looked up to her, his eyes loving and gentle. He held them out for her to step into. She smiled back down at him, laying her hand on his broad shoulder to steady herself. She kicked off her shoes and gingerly stepped into her panties. His nose nuzzled her leg and his lips brushed against her bare skin. His tongue made a trail up her thigh as he raised the fabric up her body. Her fingers had a mind of their own and sank into his hair. His face was hidden by the hem of her skirt but she could feel the hot little kisses he laid on her inner thigh. Her tiny moan broke free when a whisper of a lick passed over her clit. He slowly pulled back as she felt the snugness of her panties over her hips once more. His hands still under her skirt he looked up to her. His fingers kneading the flesh of her hips as he licked his lips. She groaned softly at the sight. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" He smiled up at her. "Oh, I have an idea, yes." Was his reply as his fingers passed over her womanhood once more behind a thin barrior. He stood up again, looking down into her eyes. "I think you'd better fix your hair or something honey. You look like you were just chased by a pack of rabid dogs." His smirk making her turn her head to the mirror. She giggled. "Nope, just one rabid dawg." She retorted. He chuckled, watching her reflection as she started to unbraid her hair. He reached for her, helping her with her task. The got all of the tiny little braids pulled out, leaving her hair wild with curls. He pulled a fistfull up to his nose, inhailing. "Mmm... I like it that way." He sighed. She smiled at him in the mirror as she scrubbed her face clean of all the smears and smudges. She reached into her skirt pocket, bringing out her lipstick as he finger combed his hair in a meager attempt to look somewhat presentable, though his ripped and bloodstained shirt hindered that greatly. He caught her eyes as she opened the tube. He grinned at her. "I promise to behave." He told her with almost a straight face. She smiled back at him, then smoothed on a thick layer of the dark hue over her mouth. She pursed her lips, smacking them to make the creamy layer even. She turned to him. "Ready?" She asked. He nodded, shoving her shoes back toward her with the toe of his boot. She slipped them on and took a deep breath, looking up into his eyes. "Go kick some ass baby!" She said to him, making him grin. He stooped for a quick kiss as he pulled the door open, then darted away into the crowd, headed for the stage once more. Moirah wandered out, heading toward the kitchen of another bottle of water. She was extremely parched and knew she'd better lay off the alcohol as she had already decided she was driving him home. Zac was about to take the stage again when a hand lay on his arm, stopping him. He turned and looked down into the face of his mother. His grin wide when he saw the twinkle of merryment in her eyes. Her brow creased. "Everything ok honey?" She asked. "Fine Ma." He lied. Her brow arched. He knew they'd be talking later. He could never hide a lie from his mother of that magnatude. She reached up and gently touched the reddened spot on his chest. Her eyes holding a question. He looked down at his mothers tender fingers against his chest, then back up to her eyes. "It's nothing Mom, really." He shrugged. She sighed with that motherly 'ok.' Her smile caught his eye as she reached up her hand, swiping at the corner of his mouth with her thumb. He looked puzzled at her until she held it up to his inspection. A bit of a smear of burgundy graced the pad of her thumb, the same shade as that upon Moirah's lips. He looked sheepishly at her as his hand automaticly went to wipe at his mouth. His subconcious effort to rid himself of anymore evidence. She just smiled up at him, patting his shoulder. He gripped her upper arm, stooping down to graze a kiss over her cheek. Then he was gone in a flash. He lumbered onto the stage, his large frame filling the small space. Candy eyed him as if to say, 'what the hell happened to you?' But she never spoke, only squeezed against the wall to let him pass. He stradled the tiny stool and pushed the hair back from his face. Eyeing the crowd he sat, picking up his abandoned sticks. Ike leaned over his bass, laying a hand on the cymbol to quiet it. "You ok?" He asked concerned. Zac gave him a grin. Ike's face mirrored his younger brothers and ran down the short set list for his next round of pounding the skins. He nodded and waited for Ike to slip back into his spot before the mic. He raised his arms high, wincing imperceptably at the scratch across his chest. He counted off, launching he, his brothers, and two friends into yet another hour of heavy workout with a beat. On the other side of the room... Moirah was standing infront of the open freezer, eyes softly closed as she let the cool air wash over her heated skin. A noise behind her. "Hot huh?" A voice asked. "Mmm..." She answered, still not moving from the relief of the icy air. She felt a presence siddle up beside her and slowly she opened her eyes, turning her head in the direction of the intruder. El grinned back at her. Moirah returned it, closing the freezer and reaching behind El for her open bottle of water. She took a swig, eyeing the other woman. "So... spill it." El demanded in a friendly tone. Moirah pulled the bottle away, swallowing a mouthful before her smile broke out again. "What?" She asked in return. "You two were gone an awfully long time... and you looked rather suspicious when we found you..." El elluded to a line of questioning. Moirah grinned at her. "Wouldn't you like to know." She teased. El laughed. "Exactly... that's why I asked!" She retorted. Moirah took her turn laughing. "You're incorigible!" She exclaimed. El grinned. "I know, that's why you love me! Now tell me!" She begged. Moirah laughed as she shook her head. "I'm not one to kiss and tell..." She teased. El rolled her eyes. "Oh please! From the looks of you two you were doing a lot more than kissing." She informed her friend. Moirah's eyes widened and she almost choked on the sip of water she held in her mouth. She swallowed hard as El laughed at her. "What do you mean?" She demanded. El cocked her head. Her giggle almost girl like. "Moirah... you looked like the cat that ate the canary sitting on the seat of that truck. Not to mention too that both yours and Zac's hair was in total disarray..." She pointed out. Moirah giggled then. "We did look pretty guilty I bet, didn't we?" She admitted. El nodded. "Totally!" She said. A wistful look passed over Moirah's face, her eyes looking somewhere in the past. She snapped back to attention, looking over at El, her face getting a bit of a serious look. "Believe me, it's not quite what you think though." She tried to defend. El placed her hand on Moirah's shoulder. "Don't worry about it. Ike and I understand..." She hinted. Moirah's mouth drew up into surprize. "Oh.... no, no it's not like that... ummm no..." Moirah tried to explain. El's brows knitted. Moirah looked down shyly at the floor. "Umm... we uhhh... haven't exactly... uh..." She stammered. El took pity on her. "I see... sorry if I implied anything." She appologized. "Oh no.. it's ok. Really it's just that... well... Zac want's to make sure that... he just... his parents you see..." She just couldn't get the words out. El chuckled softly. "Ike was sweet like that too. Actually, I had to convince him to give in!" She whispered. Moirah grinned up at the other woman. "I'm sorry I'm so... I'm just uncomfortable with... well with everything I guess." She said. El linked her arm with Moirah's and together they leaned against the counter. "I know, I'm just kinda straight forward I suppose. If I step out of line, you just let me know ok?" She offered. Moirah smiled at her appreciatively. "I don't think that will happen. I want to talk... it's just, I think it takes me a while to get warmed up I suppose. Believe me, after I get over being shy... I'll talk your ear off like a drunken sailor! Just ask Ramone!" She giggled. "Ramone? Ramone... oh! Your assistant right? The one with the hots for Tay?" El laughed. Moirah laughed nodding. "That would be the one yeah." They giggled together until the laughter died down. The silence was a bit odd so El tried to make a joke to fill the empty space. "So uhh... what's with the bloody scratch on Zac's chest? If it wasn't wild and passionate sex you must have beaten him for being bad. Violence is no way to solve arguments." She teased, laughing a bit. Moirah didn't join her and El stopped, looking over at the other woman. She let go her arm and turned to face her. "Did you guys have a fight?" Moirah couldn't meet El's eyes, she stared at the floor, nodding slightly. Her voice came out shakey, timid. "We did..." She said with heavy breath. El hugged her comfortingly. "Oh Moirah, I'm so sorry... Is there anything I can do? Do you want Ike to talk to him?" She offered, trying to soothe the other womans pain. Moirah shook her head. "No. I appreciate it, I really do... but, this is something that we just have to get through. Besides... we made up after." Her smile comming out of hiding as Moirah looked up at El through long lashes. El smirked. "I bet you did... but really, what's with the scratch?" She begged to know. Moirah laughed softly. "Actually, that would be your fault." She stated. El looked puzzled and surprized. "How do you mean?" El asked. Moirah chuckled, shrugging. "I lost a shoe under the truck and we were in a hurry to look presentable." Moirah admitted. El grinned. "He kicked it under the truck? What a goober!" El exclaimed. Moirah joined her laughter. "I think he scratched himself reaching under the truck on the runningboard." Moirah sighed as she wiped at her eyes. El nodded. "Well that would explain the parking lot... what about when you came in? You do realize you two were in the bathroom for nearly fifteen minutes?" El asked. Moirah only grinned, shaking her head before she answered. "No, I didn't know we were gone that long. But I needed to... um... well he had to give something back to me." She skirted the issue. El only tossed her head back laughing. "Never mind! I'm sorry I asked!" She cried. Moirah only smirked. El grabed Moirah's hand. "Come on... let's go watch those studly dorks out there." She offered, tugging her toward the door. Moirah giggled, following behind. They slipped out of the kitchen and strolled over to the table Jenn sat at with Zoe in her lap, fast asleep. "How can she sleep through all this noise?" Moirah laughed. El smiled over at the little one, then looked back to Moirah. "She was born into it! Hell, she was probably concieved through a cacaphony loud enough to wake the dead!" She laughed. Moirah nodded, bending to stroke the hair away from the angels face. She smiled up at Jenn. "Would like a break? I can sit with her for a while... I need the rest." She joked. Jenn smiled back. "You don't mind?" She querried. Moirah shook her head. "I'd love to." She answered. Jenn shrugged, starting to situate Zoe's slumbering body to transfer. Moirah sat crosslegged on a small platform nearby that was intended for use of speakers originally. She set her water down and raised her arms to accept the sleeping child wrapped in her father's suit coat. Moirah settled her into the crooks of her knees, leaving her hands free, she leaned her back against the wall. Jenn smiled at her. "Thank you. Tay sang her to sleep and I'd volunteered to stay with her when he said he was going back to the stage. I just wondered what was taking so long for them to start playing agian." She told the other two women. They both laughed. "What?" Jenn asked. Moirah smiled. "That would be my fault, sorry." She offered. Jenn gave her a questioning look. "Zac and I were outside and didn't know they were looking for him." She explained further, the realization dawning on Jenns face, followed by a smirk. "Well someone was get'n some love'n." She teased. Moirah shyly looked down, her smile gracing her pink hued face. El rolled her eyes, tugging at Jenns arm. "Come on... I bet I can get us close to the band... I know people that know people." She joked. Jenn laughed at her sillyness. She started to follow but stopped and turned back around to Moirah. She went back to the spot she'd been sitting at and picked up a few things. She set them next to Moirah, smiling. "Thought you may like these." She explained. Moirah looked at the offerings. Her camera bag, and a plate of h'orderves. She smiled back up at the other woman. "Thank you, that was very thoughtful of you." Moirah told her. Jenn nodded before she flitted off again, disappearing back into the crowd. Moirah sat quietly, watching the people swarm around the stage. She smiled as she watched the three. She could only see the top of Tay's head most of the time for he was bent over the keys, but every time his head popped up, his face was flushed with exhuberence. She smiled, knowing he was enjoying himself, reveling in the music. She had to laugh when as she watched Ike on the other side of the stage. He would bounce and sway to the music, it was almost comical, but endearingly dorky. She spotted El at the side of the stage, dancing away like a fool with Jenn. There was a pair. They were really nice and Moirah genuinely liked them. Moirah slid her camera out of her bag, snapping a few candid action shots of the crowd, the band, Walker and Diana holding hands in the corner, grinning and whispering in each other's ears. She smiled to herself. So much love was held between them, and that seed had created so much in it's wake. She looked down in her lap, stroking the pale forehead of the girl laid out there. She leaned back, snapping a picture of her too, she looked so peaceful in the midst of the chaos, it was a wonder. She lay her camera aside for a moment to nibble. Her eyes searching the crowd for familiar faces. She found a few, some she had met during her week spent in Tulsa, some she had been introduced to tonight, and a few that had introduced themselves to her after finding out that she was Zac's current flame. She crinkled her nose at that thought. So many people had thought of her as just one of his passing fancies. As just a phase he was going through. A few of them gave her peculiar looks when they realized the age difference between the two. She tried to let it slip off her back, and Zac always did a good job of shrugging it off. Moirah settled back, sipping abscently on her water. She watched Zac from across the room. He was enjoying himself, to a degree. But she could still see the underlaying tension in him. He seemed to be taking his frusteration out on the drums more than playing. At least it was a release of some sort she thought. Moirah lay her hand on Zoe's back when she stirred, rubbing it to soothe her into staying asleep. The guys took a minute's break to knock back a few glasses, quenching their parched throats after singing their hearts out. Tay was speaking with someone at the side of the stage, though Moirah couldn't see who, she could only see Tay leaning toward the crowd, his large hand gripping at the edge of the piano so as to hold himself up. El set a tray onto the top of the piano, pouring drinks and passing them out. When she handed Ike his, last, he slung his guitar behind himself and leaned in for a kiss with the proffered glass. He licked his lips, eyeing El with a grin as he accepted the glass, swilling it down in no time flat. He handed it back to her, wiping his mouth on the back of his other hand. She took it, turning back to the waiting tray. She picked it up and moved to leave them back to playing. He grabed her around the waist, burrying his nose in her neck, making her toss her head back and laugh. Nobody even blinked at the display of affection. That sort of stabbed at Moirah's heart. More then once she had caught dirty looks from people in the room when she was doing nothing more than holding Zac's hand. It just wasn't fair. She shook her head, pushing the thoughts away and concentrated on watching her love on the other side of the room. His shirt seemed to be a bit more red, then she figured that he was still bleeding. She wondered if it hurt, and a pain gripped her heart, making her stomache tie into a knot. The thought of Zac being in any kind of pain tore her apart. She made a mental note to tend to that scratch when they got home. She wanted to make him feel better, heal him some, even if it was only superficial. Maybe it would help her feel better. Zac leaned toward Tay as they talked, nodding to each other and to Ike who turned an ear to them. Tay spoke to Eddie and Candy then sat. That was unusual. Tay usually stood to play. She knit her brow, wondering what was up. He pulled out a harmonica and took a deep breath. Slow and soft the music poured out accompainied by one of his hands on the piano and Eddie on bass. Then the others joined, and Zac's full deep and raspy voice filled the hushed room. "The road is long... with many a winding turn... that leads us to... who knows where... who knows where..." And his brothers joined, the harmonies soaring. "But I'm strong... " And again Zac, loud and clear, his voice holding a tenderness. "Strong enough to carry him... he aint heavy... he's my brother... so on we go..." Once more the three voices blended. "His welfare is my concern... no burdon is he... to bear... we'll get there... for I know..." Then Zac sang out alone "He would not encumber me... he aint heavy... he's my brother..." The sweeping song continued to swirl around the room, filling each heart with a swelling pride and sense of love, but no hearts were more filled then that of Diana and Walker. It finally seemed as if the war was over. Not only was a truce called, but apparently the warring factions were now working side by side to rebuild what was once torn down. Love did conquer all. Moirah pulled her camera out, focusing on the scene before her. In front of the stage the silhouette of Walker, his arms wraped around his wife, her head against his chest beneath his bowed head as they slow danced. The bright lights engulphing the stage and catching the gold of each of the brothers hair, bouncing and shimmering like auras of halos. The intensity of emotions as the words poured out over the moving strains of the beautiful song. The moist lips that glistened upon the three as their mouths formed the sounds of angels. She took up the rest of the roll of film capturing small pieces of that... making her feel even more a part of the meaning behind the event... her smile eased onto her lips, and she could taste the salt of the tears at the corners of her mouth. The relief was a great one, but at the same time, it was bittersweet. Tomarrow, she would have to give up a part of what she'd found... it was killing her slowy, softly... but through and through. When the song ended and the lights came up, Moirah could see Tays face, the soft look on it as he searched the crowd, his hand over his eyes to ward off the harsh glare. Their eyes connected, and he smiled at her. Her chest swelled knowing that some of that song was for her. It was only for a moment, it didn't last long, but it was a full feeling. Tay's other hand came up slowly with the mic before his mouth. "I want you all to know that song was requested, a special favor for a very dear friend. Someone who keeps our family glued together when we have a tendency to come unhinged." His eyes darted over to the left and found the second face he'd been searching for. "Virgina... we love you, and we thank you!" His grin growing wide as he watched her hands cover her embarrassed pink face. Diana hugged her, forcing the hands of the older woman away from her face and around her friend. Then Walker weaseled his way between them and he hugged her heartily, making Virginia laugh. Moirah snaped the shutter at just the right moment, Virgina's head thrown back her cheeks still pink and the glimmer in her eye caught in the light. All eyes were on her, and Moirah felt that certain something that each of Zac's family had been displaying for Virginia. There was something about that woman that made everyone feel comforted and cared for. The brothers gained the audience back and tore into yet another song for their enjoyment. Tay was furiously pounding the keys, his foot stomping so hard at his side Moirah was sure his foot would go through the floor. His voice was an ache of soul as he sang... he more than sang, he reached into every heart and grabbed it... his voice was just that intimate. She smiled at the enthusiasm he held out for his craft. It was pure in him, he was music. A smooth deep voice filled the hall next. One that was rich and full, strung tight with intense emotions. Her eyes shifted to the other side of the stage as she watched Ike. He was dedicated, he was the embodiment of emotion as the lyrics poured from him like honey. The guitar he held was like a part of him, an extension of his true self. His hands moved over the strings almost hypnotizingly, the frets groaning under his ministrations like a lover. The heavy thump of the bass took an elaborate turn and her eyes took off to find the source. She eyed Eddie, head bobbing as he plucked at the strings. It was obvious that he had played with the brothers before, his laid back ease was evident. A guitar solo pushed it's way through, and her eyes went back to Ike. But it wasn't Ike that was stealing the sound of the moment. Moirah's eyes flicked back to Candy. Mesmerized as she watched her fingers fly over the instrument. It was no wonder why they had her onstage with them. She wondered why they didn't take her on tour with them. She made a mental note to ask later. Those distinctive harmonies took control of the crowd, moulding them to their will. The power they exhuded as a threesome was awesome. It easily left one dumbstruck at the intricasies, but it affirmed, rock solid, the knowledge of exactly why they were world famous. They were some of the best at what they did. Their talent propelled them into the catagory of ultimate. Their passion held them there. Her eyes gravatated toward the man she loved. He was a powerhouse behind the kit, and at the same time, his voice could hold a steady note no matter how much his body moved. That was just how strong he was, like a rock, steady and unyeilding. He looked ragged, dirty. Sweat soaked, glistening, face flushed and hair a mess of knotted waves that made him look like he just rolled out of bed. His wife beater ripped across his chest, the bloody scratch still oozing as it tore with every flex of his muscles. His undershirt damp and stained with streaked blood clung to his taught defined body. She tried to distract herself from that. She laughed a bit to herself as she saw his head start to bob when his voice faded and Tay took over the words alone again. When he wasn't singing, his head was moving, then he would start to pound out the beats, his head banging forward on every intense stroke. He wasn't even looking, just playing. Eyes closed, grimace in place, hair flying, body moving fluidly. Then seemingly out of nowhere, as if he hadn't even been paying attention, but just did it as the whim took him. His voice came out, from somewhere underneath that curtain of damp gold. Resonating from deep within a thick chest, climbing out of a throat strengthened by years of use, milking the air and washing over each mind as it joined two more just like it. His deep dark eyes peered out as his head rose quickly, snapping back and flipping his hair in a wave of saffron away from his face. Her breath hitched in her throat. She could see the muscles of his neck tense and working as his mouth opend, the words dripping out over the music. The motion of his body, moving as a whole as he held up the music, supporting it with both of his instruments, percussion and voice. Between words he licked his lips, his eyes focused directly on her. She couldn't move. She was frozen in place from the look on his face. It was pure desire. And it made her shiver. With an explosion of sexual undercurrent, the song ended. She let loose the captured breath she held. The crowd errupted with appreciation. She blinked, comming back to reality. The atmosphere soon returned to the fun loving parade of song after song, and the night wore on. Sometime along, Mac came and crawled up onto the small platform, curling up beside her and laying against her side. The early morning hours crept in, and many a party goer slipped out. Eventually the guys announced the dreaded end to the nights entertainment. The five onstage were exhausted but still smiling. Drenched and flushed, they stepped down, leaving behind an empty stage, and it left a hollow place somewhere inside Moirah. Tay hopped off the stage, grabbing Jenn's hand and striding her way. She smiled up at the two. Behind them she could see Ike leaning toward El, bracing his hand against the wall she leaned against. He reached for her, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her into his body as he kissed her. Moirah had to look away, too much came to the surface and fought for her attention. She distracted herself with the couple now standing infront of her. "Hi!" She said cheerily. "Hey." They said together. "I suppose it's gonna take the stragglers a bit to clear out, but I suppose we should start to clean up." Jenn said looking around. Tay looked over his shoulder, eyeing the skelton assemblage of hangers ons. He nodded in agreement with his date. "I'm just gonna get some water and help Eddie break down." He told Jenn. She nodded, recieving a peck on her cheek before he left her and headed toward the kitchen for one of the few stashed bottles of water. Moirah grinned up at Jenn. "So...?" She asked, stroking the hair from Mac's forehead abscentmindedly as she grinned up at her friend. "What?" Jenn grinned, her eyes following a tall thin blonde walk by the food tables and pick up a handfull of crackers. Her eyes darted back to the woman before her. Moirah giggled. "You've got it so bad girl!" She taunted. Jenn grinned. "Oh? And you don't?" She teased back. Moirah rolled her eyes. "That's different. We've been working on this for sometime now. You guys have known eachother for years, yet only now you're hooking up? What gives?" She stated questioningly. It was Jenns turn to roll her eyes. "Men are blind. What's to explain?" She answered. They both laughed. Moirah moved to slid Mac down so she could get up to help clean up. "No, no... you stay put. You've done more than enough today. Besides, they look too comfy to disturb." She smiled down at the sleeping pair of children clinging to Moirah. Moirah looked down too, her smile growing soft. She looked up at Jenn again? "Are you sure? I feel terrible not helping out." She said firmly. Jenn shook her head. "No. You stay with the kids. Like I said, you've done enough. Can I get you anything?" She offered. Moirah smiled up at her. She was a lovely woman. She hoped things worked out between she and Tay. "Oh no, I couldn't ask you for anything, you go on ahead and get done what you need to. We'll be fine." She said, slightly hugging the two children to her. Jenn smiled. "You're too sweet. I'm gonna bring you another bottle of water anyway. Yours is empty." She said, and left before Moirah could protest. Moirah grinned, watching the goings on around her. Diana and Walker were at the door, saying goodbye to the last of the friends and family that had shown up to celebrate the illusterous occasion. Avie and Nancy were being roused by Jess from their slumber where they had curled up together under the table that held the gifts and cards from the well wishers. Ike and El were still over in the corner near the stage, wrapped up in eachother. Tay was still stuffing his face, laughing as he one handedly helped out packing up the stuff onstage. Daniel was off over in the corner taking care of the canned music the guys had brought along for the night. Virginia was bustling about, clearing up the mess on the food tables, packing away the left overs, though they were sparse. Her smile grew wider as she watched Zac, his arm wrapped about the shoulders of his grandmother. He leaned down, talking into her ear, the grin on the woman's face imense, matching that of her grandson. "Here you go hon... most of the stuff in the kitchen is all put together, but Virginia wanted to know what to do with the cake?" Jenn said beside Moirah, breaking her out of her reviere. Moirah looked up, taking the offered water bottle. "Thanks." She said shortly. Jenn waited for an answer to her question. "So..." She prompted. "Huh?" Moirah replied, her eyes having difficultly not straying toward that large frame laughing heartily on the other side of the room. Jenn followed her gaze and grinned. "And you tease me about being obvious..." She laughed. Moirah blushed a bit. "Sorry..." She tried. Jenn held up her hand. "No need for that. I totally understand." She told her, her own eyes darting toward the stage briefly then settling back on the other woman. They grinned at each other, understanding passing between them. "About the cake... Virginia wants to know what to do with it." Jenn repeated her earlier querry. "Oh! Um... I suppose it's just a matter of packing up the last of the cake and throw the rest of the pieces into a box. Give the top back to Diana, the box is on top of the freezer in the kitchen. I'll wash up the pieces later on. No need to fuss anymore than that for tonight." She informed her. Jenn nodded. "Ok, you're the boss!" She laughed and bounced off toward the kitchen. Jess walked past her, giving her a smile. "They conked out huh?" She said refering to her two youngest siblings. Moirah nodded, watching her head off toward the kitchen too. She cracked the bottle of water Jenn had given her, the cool liquid flowing down her throat. She set it aside, again her eyes on the people milling around before her. She watched Jess come out of the kitchen, the small white box in her hand as she headed toward the remainder of the cake. With delicacy she plucked the fragile relic from the top, gingerly placing it back into the folds of tissue paper. She closed the box, a tender smile on her young face. Moirah wondered what was going through her mind then. Studying her, capturing the look on her face. Already seeing the mature grace and gentleness that would hug a canvas in her studio in the future as she pressed the shutter button. She lay her camera aside as the girl approached her. Jess's soft voice met her ears. "Hey, I don't want to disturb them..." She looked over at the door to where her parents stood. "Could you keep this with you until we're all ready to head out. I figured since you've already got a hold on some of the more precious things of the Hanson family Mom wouldn't mind." Her joke soft and yet filled with great emotion as well as humor. Moirah nodded, smiling. Jess placed it beside her, a gentle smile directed to the other woman. "Thanks." Then she headed off back toward the kitchen to lend a hand. Moirah was amazed at the worldly demeanor of this young woman. She supposed it had a lot to do with her intellegence as well as her environment. After all, how many young girls had famous brothers and traveled the world with them? Again she watched the people around her as they tore down the facade of prettyiness they had draped over the dingy hall. But as it was being torn down it was being replaced with something more substantial in beauty. The great love of family. The comeraderie of friends. An inate sense of the ways of the world from this special group of people. Special because of the place they held in her heart. She smiled as Zac strode across the room headed toward her, his grandmothers hand clutched in his big paw. She giggled at the sight of his grandmother trying to keep up with him. He was so tall he didn't even realize that others had that trouble. The woman didn't look like she minded though. Moirah supposed she had probably spent a lot of her life around tall men. Her husband had most likely been a tall man for Walker was of large size. Zac and his brothers were all quite tall, Zac being the largest, but even young Mac was tall for his age, already almost as tall as Moirah. "I see you've been elected the cozy corner for the evening." His grandmother said, smiling as they approached. Moirah smiled down at the two children, a hand on each in a natural act from her heart. "I took the job because I love it." She smiled up at the woman. Bea leaned forward, placing a kiss on Moirah's temple. "I just wanted to say goodbye before I left dear. It was very nice finally meeting you." His grandmother said, taking the hand Moirah offered. "It was very nice meeting you too finally. Now I know why they all have that light in their eyes when they speak of you." She replied. Zac couldn't have grinned any wider unless his head cracked open. Avie and Nancy scuttled up sleepily beside him and he placed an arm around each of their shoulders. Bea leaned down to speak softly into Moirah's ear. "Don't you worry about all of those closed minded people. I know my son and his wife. And I know they raised good decent children. Zac knows what he wants and if you are what he wants then it has to be right." Her voice tender and loving as she patted Moirah's hand. Moirah looked up at her with shining eyes. She wanted to weep for joy from the words she'd been offered. "You don't know how much that means to me to hear you say that." She said shakily. Bea looked into the younger woman's eyes. "I have an idea. I was looked down at once because of my love. I learned to ignore it and it made our bond stronger. Just look at what it produced." She said, standing and gesturing to the family filling the room. Moirah reached out and grasped the older woman's hand, clutching it to her heart. "Thank you." It was all she said, for it was enough, but yet it didn't seem to hold all of the great emotion she had been rewarded with from the simple statements. Bea looked into her face once more, nodding. It had been years since she had spoken thusly, she was glad that when she finally did, her words had been recieved in understanding and greatly appreciated. The two women pulled apart, dampness clinging to the corners of their eyes. Bea took the two girls from Zac's embrace. "Let's go ask your parents if you can spend the night at Grammies." With that she headed off towards Nancy's dad that had brought Bea to the party that night. Zac watched his grandmother walk off, her voice fading away. Slowly he turned his head and his eyes fell on the woman he loved. The smile soft in his eyes. "Have I told you lately how much I love you?" He asked quietly. Moirah looked up to him, her arms wrapped around his brother and sister, a smile on her face. "Tell me again." She said softly. Zac leaned down to her, placing a kiss on each forehead of the three people he loved, then a gentle one on her lips. He stood again. "I'll go help out so we can get out of here." He told her. She nodded. "Ok, but I'm driving... I think you've had a bit too much to dive ok?" She informed him. He nodded back. "I think you're right, I'm a bit dizzy... then again, that could only be from standing so close to you." He grinned down at her. She giggled. "Go on Romeo, I'll be here when you're done." She said, he blew her a kiss and trotted off towards Darius to help with the tables and chairs. Sometime along she must have drifted off to sleep for she was being pulled from a gentle slumber by a stroking hand on her temple and a tender voice calling her name. "Moirah... honey... wake up love..." She opened her eyes, green seas meeting warmed caramel as she lifted her head from atop of Mac's. Her smile simmered over her face as she stretched a bit, pulling her hands away from the two children curled up against her. Walker was standing behind Zac who was crouched infront of her. She looked up to him. "I suppose you're wanting a child or two?" She asked with a small smile. Walker stepped around Zac and bent to where Mac lay against her side. "Well I wanted all of mine but I've always wanted more... I suppose I'll have to wait for grandchildren." He winked at her. She giggled, and Zoe stirred. Walker already had Mac in his arms and looked helpless as the girl began to fuss a bit. Zac picked her up into his arms and stood up with her, rocking her back and forth as he sang softly under his breath against her ear. Walker smiled and walked away quietly, leaving her big brother to soothe her. Diana slid up next to him, smoothing back the little girls hair off her forhead, placing a gentle loving kiss on her head as her brother continued to sway and sing. "I'll take her Zac, you head on home." Diana held her hands out for her child. Gingerly he lay his sister in his mothers arms but she started to whine again. Diana tried to hush her with soothing words, rocking her back and forth with a swaying cadance. But the girl fussed more, sitting up and pushing away from her mother. She reached out almost blindly with eyes barely cracked open. Her tiny hands grasping for her brother in the air, trying to reach him through the distance. He stepped up to her, taking her back and wrapping her up in his loving arms again. "I do believe she wants you." Diana said softly, a smile wide on her face. Zac rolled his eyes though his hushed whisper of a song held steady, his body moving to the rhythm was constant. Zoe settled down again and snuggled her face into his neck. Moirah stood up. "It's ok, I'm driving anyway." She offered. Diana nodded, slipping an arm around Moirah's shoulders. "I wanted to thank you dear. You've done so much for us. It was lovely, beyond our imaginations... I still can't believe they pulled that off..." Diana laughed, shaking her head a bit. Moirah hugged her back. "I loved doing it. Just the look on your faces when you came in tonight... that was enough to make it all worth while. Do you know how hard it is to lie to you?" She joked. Diana laughed, squeezing the other woman. "So my children have told me!" She said. "Oh!" Moirah broke the mirth, turning around and out of Diana embrace. She bent to her bag and picked up a small white box. She turned back around to Diana, handing it to her. "I believe this belongs to you." She said with a firm nod of her head and a smile. Diana took it, a wistful smile on her face. She looked down into Moirah's face. "Thank you." She said softly. And Moirah knew just how much those two little words meant between them. "You're more than welcome." She said, patting Diana's hand. Diana put an arm around Moirah's shoulder, hugging her again, pecking her cheek. Then she placed a kiss on Zoe's head, and reached up to place a peck on Zac's jaw. "Goodnight now, I'll see you in the morning. Just lay her in her bed and take off her shoes Zac, she's had a long night." Diana said, once more stroking the blonde curls of her baby. She met Zac's eyes and he nodded. "Night Ma. And happy anniversary." He added. She smiled up at him and once more at Moirah. "Night Diana." Moirah toned then watched the woman walk away. Walker met her on her way out the door. They spoke then he bent to give her a brief kiss. He let her go on her way out the door. Walker went over to speak with Eddie, shaking his hand and patting his back as Eddie too walked toward the door after. Then Walker turned toward them and started to near. Zac was still swaying back and forth, his soft song soothing the young girl. Moirah smiled at the man as he approached. He smiled back. He stepped next to Zac, laying a hand on his daughters forhead, smoothing back the blonde hair as he bent to kiss her temple. He looked up into the face of his son, his smile just as tender. He reached up and tucked a few strands of hair behind Zac's ear, his large hand stroking back over his son's head as their eyes met. "Thank you Zac. Your mother and I were so surprized, it was a wonderful night." His voice tender and loving. Moirah watched the two men, a suspended moment flicked by before Zac drew in his breath. "You're welcome Dad. I just thought that you two deserved something extra special after all the stuff you've had to put up with from us over the years." His voice quiet, but filled with the obvious love he held for the man. Walker pulled his son's head toward him, placing a kiss on his forehead. "Goodnight son, your mother says you're taking Zoe, so I guess I'll see you in the morning." His fingers gently squeezing the back of Zac's neck, his eyes tender in adoration. "Goodnight Dad, and happy anniversary." Zac returned. His father smiled, tugging him toward him once more. He hugged the back of Zac's neck with his fingers as he lay one last kiss on Zoe's forehead, then on Zac's. Then Walker turned to Moirah, arms open in invatation. Moirah smiled back at him as she went to him, the gesture reminding her of Tay for he had done the exact same thing earlier that day. He wrapped her in a hug, a kiss to the top of her head. "I wanted to thank you too. All of that work you put in... it's almost as if I've got another child." He joked. She hugged him back, then looked up to him. "I would gladly do it all again just for the look on your face when you came in." She told him. He laughed softly, letting her go and taking a step back. "Goodnight Moirah. You drive safe now, you've got precious cargo tonight." He told her with a smile, his eyes resting once more on his son and daughter. "I will, believe me I know." She said firmly. He looked back down at her, pecking her cheek before he headed off for the door. Zac and Moirah watched him cross the room, catching up to Jess, throwing his arm around her and pulling her to his side as they headed for the parking lot. Zac turned to Moirah. "You ready?" He asked quietly, body still swaying to a rhythm. She smiled up at him. "Let's go home." She said softly. Those words melted his heart and made his spirit soar. He shifted his sister in his embrace, holding her up with one arm. He held out his free hand to Moirah, smile full and loving. She smiled at him quickly then turned around to gather up her things. Bags in hand she slipped her shoes back on and took his hand. Quietly they too headed for the doors, leaving behind the last of them with a wave over their shoulders to finnish up and lock the doors to the empty and quiet hall. She walked behind Zac, digging into his front pocket of his jeans for the keys. When she'd found them she ran ahead and unlocked the door, tossing her bags in on the floor and holding the door open for him. Gingerly he climbed into the truck, cradling her head and body against his chest. He settled his baby sister into his lap. Moirah quietly closed the door and raced around to the other side. She unlocked that door and scrambled up into the truck. She helped Zac situate Zoe and buckle her in. Zoe fussed a bit then layed her head against his side as he threw his arm up on the back of the seat, his hand twirling an end of Moirah's hair around his finger. He lay his head back, sighing exhaustedly as she started the truck, backing out of the parking space in the nearly empty lot. His other hand slid over his belly and found Zoe's tiny fingers, eventhough his eyes were closed. She quieted a bit more. Her little hand lay in his, disappearing in his palm when his fingers closed over hers, stroking a soothing rhythm with his thumb as he began to hum lightly. Her breathing became even again as she drifted off to a sound sleep once more. Still he sang. He sang quietly in the darkened cab. He sang until it faded off into nothingness when he too surrendered into slumber. Moirah smiled to herself, taking up the task of music maker. Her soft sweet voice cooing out an old gaelic lullabye her grandfather had taught her many a year ago. Somehow, it just seemed appropriate right then. She drove back to the house, the street lights flickering over the faces beside her. She was tired, and a bed was calling to her, but she kept her eyes on the road, cracking her window to let the fresh cool air revive her. She pulled the suit coat around Zoe more, not wanting her to get a chill. She was glad Zac had put his other shirt back on too. By the time she neared the gates of she was more then glad to see a familiar stretch of road. Rolling her head from side to side to work out some of the kinks in her neck she quietly pulled into the yard behind Walkers van. Turning off the engine she turned a bit in her seat. They both looked so comfortable, she really hated to wake them, but she knew they would be so much more comfortable in thier beds. She leaned over the small body of Zoe, laying her hand on his cheek. "Zac... honey we're home..." His hand slid up over her shoulder, fingers smoothing over the back of her neck. He stirred, licking his lips, a small moan. She stoked the side of his face. "Zac honey, we're home... you need to get Zoe into bed, I don't think I can carry her up the stairs." She said softly. His eyes still closed, he nodded, another tiny groan rumbling and his brow creased. "Are you ok?" She toned gently after seeing the green look on his face. "Yeah... yeah, I'll be ok." He cracked, slowly opening his eyes. He looked over at her, his fingers wound in her hair. "You sure?" She asked again. He licked his lips and nodded, pushing himself to sit up straight. Moirah unbuckled Zoe and held onto her as he got out of the truck. He reached in for her, his face still tinged with a sick look. Hefting her into his arms he stood straight as Moirah came around to his side of the truck, keys in hand. He swayed a bit, unsteady on his legs. She reached out to him. "Are you gonna be sick Zac?" She asked worried. Again he licked his lips, swallowing a bit. "I... I dunno. Let's just get Zoe inside." He said softly. She nodded and walked beside him after closing his door too. She unlocked the door for him and closed it behind him, locking it once more. She followed him up the stairs as he took Zoe to her room. He weaved a bit down the hall but got to her room, pushing the door open with his shoulder. He hurried to the bed and lay his sister down, the ran out of the room. Moirah sighed as she undressed the tyke, listening to him gag in the bathroom down the hall. Settling Zoe into her bed and tucking the covers around her she stood up, brushing a light kiss to the little girls cheek. "Good night Zoe." She whispered, clicking on the small night light. She went to the door and pulled it almost shut. She could still hear poor Zac choking and gasping for air. She hurried down the hallway to the girls bathroom, pushing the door open. The stench of alcohol and vomit hit her face and she twisted her face in disgust as she stepped in. Zac was on his knees on the floor, hunched over the bowl, heaves were making his body shutter as he fought to quell the rebellion in his stomach. She slipped off her shoes, then her blouse, laying it on the vanity bench. Grabbing a face cloth from the cupboard she turned on the faucet, the cold water hissing against the porcelain for a moment before she drenched the washcloth in her hand. Zac groaned rather loudly then another volley of sick spewed forth. She bent quickly, holding his hair back away from his face and the cold cloth to the back of his neck. When he gained his breath again he sighed. Taking a deep breath he hung his head a bit more, his tiny whisper echoing in the small room. "Thank you." He told her. She reached for the handle and flushed it. He sat back on his haunches, his chin on his chest as he panted, mouth open and eyes closed. Releasing his hair she stroked his forehead, rubbing the cool cloth on the back of his neck. "Gonna be ok now?" She asked quietly. He sighed again, sucking in a great breath. "I hope so." He answered a bit shakily. She kissed his temple and slid to the floor beside him, reaching up to unbutton his shirt. He didn't move, eyes still closed and chest heaving a bit with his heavy rapid breaths. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. Wading it up she tossed it aside. Tugging at the hem of his now ragged undershirt she pulled it up over his chest. Wincing when it stuck a bit near the scratch from the dried blood. He only sucked in his breath a bit as she peeled it away from his body. When she got it as far as his armpits she pulled the back over his head then down his arms so he wouldn't have to move much. He groaned once more and she waited to see if he was going to hurl again. She stroked the side of his face. "Ok now?" She asked as he settled back once more. He only nodded, still his eyes closed, but the breathing a bit less heavy now. She uncinched his belt, tugging at the buttons of his jeans. She got to her knees, placing a soft kiss on his forehead before she slid around behind him. She reached beneath each foot and untied his sneakers. He sighed heavily but pushed himself towards the tub, sliding his butt down to the floor and stretching his long legs out before him. His eyes looked up to her and she smiled. He looked like a lost little child, she was only too happy to take care of him. Yanking the shoes off his gargantuan feet she fell to her butt. He laughed a bit, and it made her heart ache knowing that he was trying to recouperate but he was still up for a laugh. She giggled softly in reply as she got up to her knees, reaching for his socks. "What are you doing?" His voice came out croaky but quiet. She smiled up at him as she tugged at the cuffs of his jeans. "Taking care of you." She shrugged. He leaned forward, one hand covering one of hers and stopping it, the other catching her chin to raise up and look him in the face. "You don't have to do this. I can take care of myself you know." He told her gently. She smiled softly, reaching a hand up to cover his as he stroked her cheek. "I want to take care of you. I love you." She said with such earnestness it made him suck in his breath. "Ok..." He gave in. She widened her smile. "Think you can stand up now to brush your teeth and get into the shower? It will make you feel better." She told him confidantly. He nodded, his eyes only closing a bit when the dizzyness made him stop short. She giggled at the look that crossed his face. "Maybe next time you'll drink water between sets instead of chugging champagne and swilling beer?" She remarked. He laughed. "Now you tell me!" He joked as he tried to get to his feet. She lifted his arm over her shoulders and helped him stand up, bearing his great weight. She waited until he was steady on his feet and had a hold on the counter before she let him go. "Ok?" She asked quickly, looking up at him. "Yeah..." He whispered as he swayed a bit. "Ok, tell me which is your toothbrush and I'll go run down to your bathroom and fetch it." She offered. He opened his eyes and looked down on her. He loved her so much already, but he appreciated her even more for the way she was taking care of him. "Yellow." He choked out between swallows. She nodded quickly. "I promise, I'll hurry." She said then pecked his cheek and was gone out the door. He pulled himself closer to the sink, the dizzyness almost making him throw up again. Leaning over the sink he hung his head willing the nauseated feeling away as he gripped the sides of the small counter. His legs felt like jello as his big feet pressed to the cold tile of the floor. His stomach felt like a wrestling match was going on inside it. He let out a long shakey breath as he mentally kicked himself for his stupidity. It didn't take her long to come back. She stepped up behind him, rubbing his back tenderly. "You ok honey?" She sweetly asked. He was going to nod then thought better of it. He raised his head, catching her reflection in the mirror. Her smile was reassuring. "Yeah." He told her softly. She reached under his arm and turned on the cold tap, the sound almost too big in the quiet room. He pushed himself up a bit, leaning against the counter on one hand he took his toothbrush and wet it. She grabbed up the toothpaste and squeezed a bit out for him over the bristles. His eyes met hers as she was screwing the cap back on. He smiled at her, a tiny wavering smile, one of appology, one of gratefulness. She leaned to him, placing a loving soft kiss on the hard line of his jaw, then turned away from him toward the shower. He bent over the sink, dutifully brushing his teeth and erasing the rancid traces of the awful sour taste from his mouth. He heard the water running, the steam hitting his face a bit as it billowed from the stall. She fiddled with the knobs, adjusting the temperature while he continued to scrub his pearly whites. He bent closer to the sink far below him and spit, then turned on the water to start rinsing his mouth of the minty foam. Small hands came around his waist and tugged his zipper down. He chuckled as he bent down to the faucet. Opening his mouth he slurped in a bit of cool water, swishing it around, then spitting it out. She pushed the stiff denim off his hips, his boxers chasing along after. He bent once more for a final swig of the cold water to let flow down his burning throat, his laugh making him sputter a bit. "What are you trying to do to me woman?!" He laughed, standing up once more, leaning heavily on the counter as he wiped at his wet chin with his other hand. Her head popped up in the reflection of the mirror, her eyes filled with mischief, her grin wide. "Taking advantage of you, you are drunk are you not?" She said slyly. He laughed, trying to turn around with his pants around his ankles. He teetered precariously for a moment, her hand shooting out to steady him before he fell, then he untangled his feet. "I have this sudden urge to holler timber." She joked. He laughed, a bit too loudly. "Shhhh...!" She hissed. He clamped a hand over his mouth, his grin peeking out of the sides of his large hand. His eyes sparkled with merryment. She laughed, shaking her head as she got to her knees before him. He looked down at her as she worked at helping him off with his clothes the rest of the way. He closed his eyes and gripped at the counter behind him. Swallowing hard he fought the urge to shove her mouth over the end of his now stiffening cock. He raised his big feet one at a time as she slipped the legs of his jeans off, then tossed them aside with the rest of the heap of his discarded clothes, leaving him naked before her. Still perched on the floor she looked up at him, her smile inviting and her hands torturous. He could feel the tiny fingers of her hands traveling up his inner thighs. His stiffening member jumped, the blood pumping hard now to his aching groin. Her palm grazed over the pendulous sac between his legs, making him groan, his head lolling back. He could feel her hot breath flowing over his sweat dampened skin. The nail of her index finger gently following a straight line from the base to tip of his now almost painful erection. The pad of her thumb swiped over the slit that was oozing a steady stream, dragging it down over the tip to just the underside and against the throbbing vein there. His shaft jerked away from her finger, slapping against his belly. He felt her hand at his hip, the soft and slightly wet breath blowing over his heated skin, up his body. He could feel her rising from the floor, her body inching closer and closer to his. He was on fire inside! He dropped his head, finding her eyes, so dark. Her hand slipped into his and he didn't protest as she pulled him away from his support of the counter. He walked unsteadily towards the shower, her hands never leaving him. She pulled aside the curtain, still griping his hand as he stepped in. Pulling the curtain back to almost shut, she stood, her hand still in his. "Hang on ok?" She told him. He nodded a bit, then was sorry he did so. He let go of her hand, reaching out for the bar at the back of the stall. He leaned his shoulder against the wall and watched her as she reached behind herself. He could hear the zipper of her skirt as she pulled it down, even over the water, or perhaps it was just in his mind. He watched her skirt tumble to the floor, then she stepped out of it. Again she reached behind herself, her bra sagging then she pulled it away from her body, the straps sliding down over her creamy arms, then it joined the clothes on the floor. She bent as she slid down her panties, the curve of her ass rising into view. He groaned softly. She looked up as she unhooked the undergarment from her ankles. "Ok?" She asked looking up through her long lashes, her dark lips moving subtly. He swallowed. "Yeah..." He whispered. He needn't say anymore. From the look on his face she knew it wasn't because he was ill that he was groaning. She smiled at him as she stood up again, her foot kicking away the pile of clothes on the floor. He held out a hand to her. She accepted it and stepped into the shower with him, closing the curtain finally all the way. He drew her into his arms, letting go of the bar and leaning back against the wall to steady himself as he held her. He tipped his head back, the water running through his long hair, over his face, and down his back as his arms circled her small body against his. His sigh was great. He never wanted to let her go. He had to make tonight worth while... for it would be the last one for a long, long time to come. He felt her little fingers circle the soreness on his chest. He pulled his head from the stream of water and looked down to her, the water dripping it's tiny droplets off his lashes onto her upturned face. Her tongue darted out to the corner of her mouth, licking at a stray drop. He brushed his thumb over her lower lip, dragging the dark color across and letting it bleed onto her jaw as he let his fingers creep down her neck and cradle the back of her head. Her fingers slid up and pushed the hair away from his face, then wrapping around to the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. His bottom lip touched hers, a soft whisper of a touch. Her breath hitching at the contact. His tongue snaked out, meeting hers. He felt the point of her tongue run over the flat of his, making him quiver inside. He pressed down to her, taking her mouth the way he longed to take her body. She leaned against him, her body pressing against his flesh, making him ache. His hands traveled forward, cupping her face gently, cradling it like a precious possession. His head was spinning from her sweet taste on his tongue as she plunged hers into his mouth deeply. Her hands smoothed over his broad shoulders, sweeping down over the taught muscles of his arms and gripped at his wrists. He pulled away from her, the dizziness forcing him to catch his breath. She lay small kisses on the palms of his hands, pulling them together before her and between them. Her eyes found his as she pushed his hands down further, seperating them, letting them come to rest on the swell of her rounded firm breasts. His fingers hungered for the touch of her skin and groped at her soft flesh. His fingers curling under the heft of them, thumbs gently running over the tight nipples of rosey pink that strained forward. His stronghold on her breasts well established, she let go his hands. Her hands wandered, she let them travel over his muscular body, reveling in the hardness of his masculine form. She teased his small brown nipples, making them stiffen and his knees weaken. His eyes were almost black with the desire that filled him. He dipped his head toward her exposed neck as his hands slid over her slim waist and curvy hips. He cupped the cheeks of her ass, pressing her tiny body to his large frame. Her hands slid over his ribs, circling around to his back as she pressed her cheek to his chest, her small kisses to his scratch stirring something inside of him, making his penis throb against her belly. He sucked at her neck, tongue lashing out to flick against her earlobe from time to time. His teeth raking over her tender white shoulder and nipping at her throat. His whole body was aching for her, wanting to be next to her, inside of her. Her hands smoothed back over his chest, reaching up to tangle in his long wet hair. She pulled his mouth back to hers, wanting to taste him, devour him. She kissed him hard, so hard his lips were tinglingly numb when they pulled apart. Her mouth attacked his throat, sucking and nipping at his adams apple. He moaned, she knew that was one of his weaknesses. He started to pick her up, his craving tearing at him, letting the insanity into his skull. She ripped her mouth from his flesh, her breath comming in short raspy bursts. "No Zac, we can't... remember...?" She proded him. He wimpered, his steel hard rod pressed against her hot body. "Shh... I know love... I know... I want it too. But right now, I think I'm the only one that's able to think straight and I promised you." Her voice soothing as her fingers pushed the hair from his face, stroking over his cheek. He nodded obediantly. The pain of wanting her ripping through him like white heat. Her hand slid down between their bodies, the space tight. She gripped his hard cock, the pressure of her grasp on him making him falter and almost fall to his knees. He tossed his head back and his mouth fell open in a silent scream. She pumped him, slow and strong, her other hand headed in the same direction. With her forefinger and thumb she took the time to tease his cockhead, her other hand reaching down to cup his balls and press up against them. A whine loosened from his throat, his shoulders thudding against the wall behind him as he lost his balance. His chest was heaving, his mind spinning uncontrolably through the expanses of the universe. Yet still he hungered for her body. He groweled at the frusteration of it, lifting his head and looking down at the woman that was pleasuring him, the woman he loved. "God, I want you so bad Moirah...!" He whispered hoarsely. "I know love... I know..." She returned to him, her hand tugging at his shaft. He let go her ass, reaching for her wrist and stopping her movement. She looked up to him, question in her eyes. "I don't wanna cum yet... I want to make tonight last." He explained softly. She only nodded, understanding completely. A last tease to the angry red tip and she let go. His head dipped and his mouth covered hers catching her small moan as his fingers found her nipples again. He pinched and rolled at the stiff flesh in the center of her breasts. Her chest heaving against his body she kissed him hard. His left hand glided down over her soft belly, his thumb making a circle around her navel. He dipped a finger into her folds, the slickness easing it toward her aching hole. He pushed his finger deep into the cavity making her moan. He turned her a bit, pressing her back against the shower wall, his fingers stroking her womanhood expertly. His thumb turned circles around her quivering clit as his mouth held hers, drawing her whines out and into it. His other hand left her breast, smoothing down her waist and circling around to her back. His hand glided over the swell of her round ass, cupping her cheek and pressing her closer to him. He pushed his hand between her legs, against her thigh and raised her leg to wrap around his hip. She could feel his hard cock maddeningly close to her pussy. She rocked on his fingers, her hand diving between them and taking hold of his shaft. Her toes left the floor of the shower as he lifted her, pressing her to the wall. She jerked at the base of his cock, her thumb stopping every few strokes to tease his engorged head. His hips pistoned into her hand, his body pressing against hers as hers thrusted against his. She stroked him slow and hard, a deep rumble resonating from his broad chest. When she pushed the tip of his cock against her clit she cried out, meeting his animalistic growl. His head dropped onto her shoulder, his breath fast and furious. "Fuck baby, you gotta stop that or I'm gonna loose it." He begged. She wimpered, but let go, her hips still undulating with want. His thumb found her clit again and gently stimulated it. She practicly purred in his ear. He grinned despite the desperation he felt at the moment. "You like that huh?" His husky voice asked. She nodded, her eyes closed and the smile sloppy on her face. "Will you cum for me?" He pleaded. Her brow creased, her pout taking over her face. She opened her eyes and looked into his deep brown orbs. "What about you baby? you need it too." She pouted. He chuckeled, his chest rumbling with the sound. "Oh I'll get mine baby, you can count on that... but right now I wanna feel your tight pussy grab my fingers. Come on baby... cum for me!" He pleaded, his fingers driving faster in and out of her entrance. She started to pant, her fingers digging into his shoulders. The thrust of her body against his was making her nipples drag over his chest. He could feel the throb of her clit. "Damnit Moirah! Cum!" He demanded fiercely. She wimpered, her hips bucking at him. Furiously he worked her clit, his mouth finding the crook of her neck he bit tenderly on her delicate flesh. She cried out to him. "Ohhh... oh Zaaaac... mmmm... yesssss....!" Her moan pulled a growl from him, his fingers digging deep up inside of her as her walls closed in on his fingers tightly. He licked at her throat, his lips dragging up to her mouth and covering it hotly. His fingers slowed then reluctantly pulled out of her, his palm still massaging the cushy flesh between her legs. "Jesus you're beautiful when you cum..." He whispered against her mouth. She kissed him deeply, her tongue whipping at his. Slowly he let her leg slide back down to the floor and both of her feet touched the surface once more. He looked down at her, the water cascading over her shoulder, splashing against her heaving bossom. He leaned down and kissed her wet face, gently cupping her jaw in his rough hewn hand. "I love you so much Moirah." He breathed out. She sucked in a breath, answering him. "I love you too Zac, very much..." Her hands punctuating her declaration with tender touches to his aching, needing body. Her hands pressed against his abdomen, starting to inch down. He took a step back, his chest heaving with the effort. She looked up at him with a questioning look. She didn't wonder for long. He pulled her toward him, turning her around and stepping under the spray of hot water. Pulling on her shoulders he pressed her back to him, the rigidness of his chest cradling her head. The soothing liquid cascaded over her face and ran through her hair, plastering it to his chest. He smoothed her hair away from her face, his other hand circling her waist. He bent to her neck, laying kisses up and down the flesh there. She leaned forward, pressing her hands to the wall before her, letting the water pelt over her back and his chest. He too leaned forward, his body pressing to hers, his erection nestling between the cheeks of her ass. She pushed her hips back, sandwiching it between their bodies. "Mmmfuck..." He moaned. She swayed her hips up and down, causing a great friction against him. His breath was heavy in her ear and his hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them as she pressed into his palms. His hips thrust at her, his tiny wimpers escaping on occasion. Her voice was strained when she spoke. "Step back baby..." She asked of him. He whined, not wanting to stop the incredible feelings he'd been enduring for the past few minutes. But he did it anyway. She stepped back with him, still pressed to his body and his hands still covering her breasts. She lay her head back, her hips still moving against his. He closed his eyes again, the pleasure snaking through him heatedly. Suddenly she pulled away from him, making his body scream out at the loss of contact, his mind verged on collapse he protested with a heartening wimper. It died in his throat as she quickly dropped to her knees, her hands on his body for a split second before her mouth was. Her hot tongue lapped at him, making him growl in heat. Her little hand stroking his shaft and guiding the purple head of his cock toward her mouth as he looked down to her. His hand reached out to cradle her head as the other palm pressed against the wall, letting him lean forward before he fell to his knees from their weakened state. His hard prick slid into her hot mouth. He hung his head, his wet hair falling around his face. Her wet mouth was pumping his cock hard and fast, making him tremble. He could feel his head hitting the back of her throat on every downstroke. Her tongue was caressing his every throbbing vein along his hard pole. She rolled his balls gently in her hand, the other one stimulating the base of his cock. She pressed the palm of her hand against him, fingers splayed out over his hardened abdomen, her mouth taking him in deeper. Down her throat, caressing his full length, sucking him harder then he thought possible. He stifled the scream that rose in his throat. The sticky seed racing up his length and shooting deeply into her mouth, making her moan, forcing him to cum harder. The dizziness was almost unbearable and he wobbled on his legs as the rest of him stiffened with the unbelievable euphoric feelings of her bringing him off so hard. His stance strengthened, his fingers unwinding from the tight hold he had on her hair. She sucked gently at him, milking the last traces of sex from his softening cock as it still jerked and spasamed a bit. He sucked in a deep ragged breath. "Holy fuck baby that was good... thank you..." He said quietly, his hand lifting her chin, making her release his member and look up into his face. She smiled up at him, her hands still touching him lovingly, making him ache so good. Slowly she got to her feet, her hand in his. She kissed his chest, laying her head against it as he wrapped her up in his arms. Together they stood under the warm spray, just enjoying the still moment. He sighed deeply, his arms releasing their tight hold on her. "Water's gonna turn cold if we don't get out of here soon." He said quietly, the regret ringing in his voice. She nodded, her head tilting up to capture a kiss from him. After they reluctantly pulled apart he leaned over, picking up the shampoo from the side of the tub. She took it from him and stepped around behind him. He didn't protest. He heard the click of her opening the bottle, then the soft thud of setting it down. He could feel her press closer to him then felt her hands reach up to the top of his head. The shampoo was cold and made him shiver for a moment before it was worked through his hair. He leaned back so she could reach easier, her fingers massaging his scalp as he closed his eyes. "Mmm..." He sighed. Her voice came to his ear, soft in tone, words gentle. "Feel good baby?" He only nodded, loving the way her tiny fingers worked through the long locks adorning him. After a few minutes she took her hands away, placing them on his shoulders to direct him silently to turn around and she would rinse out the soap. He followed her unspoken orders. She stood against the wall as he bent forward under the spray of warm water. He watched the bubbles slide down his darkened wet hair, cascading to the floor in a torrent then swirl around and disappear down the drain. Her fingers combed through the long tresses, forcing all of the suds out as he gripped at her hips to keep himself steady from the lingering dizziness. "Ok." She said softly. He slowly raised his head, one hand comming up to shove his hair away from his face and push it behind himself. He looked down at her, her eyes glittering in the dim light, so full of love. It made his heart swell to aching. He pulled her close, taking her mouth with his for a loving kiss. His tongue brushing against her lower lip as they pulled away. He reluctantly let her go as she bent forward, reaching past him. She stood again, a bottle in hand. She popped the lid open and the smell permeated the small space, filling it with the aroma he was more than familiar with. It smelled like her. Crisp with spice and earthy with herbs, yet still so clean and fresh, like a meadow filled with tiny flowers. He watched her in silence as she poured some out into her hand. The thick blue green gel cupped in her hand as she set the bottle aside. She rubbed her hands together briefly before she lay them on his body. It felt a bit tingly, but warm and refreshing. He closed his eyes, his muscles groaning under her ministrations as she rubbed at them with the slipery layer between it and her hands. She touched him everywhere. Her hands finding nooks and cranies, folds and creases. Smoothing over ridges and bumps. His nerves were jumping with the way she made him feel. She washed his body, her eyes following her hands as his watched her face. Trance-like her gaze moved over him. When she stepped around to his back and worked more lather over his tired muscles he moaned a bit. Her hands passed over his tight round ass, her fingers dipping between the cheeks then traveling down each of his legs as she stooped down. He sucked in a breath to try to calm the dizziness. The blood once more pumping toward his groin and leaving him light headed. Her little hands gripped at his ankles, rubbing over them then sliding back up his legs. She grabbed his ass suggestively, pressing her body close to his, her whisper heated against his shoulder. "Christ you're sexy!" His eyes closed and he swallowed hard. Her hands didn't leave his body, just gliding along as she stepped back around to face him. She leaned forward, gently kissing the scratch that blazed across his chest, her tongue trailing over it. She slipped down, her hand reaching out once more for the bottle. She poured the thickness into her palm, smoothing it over his rigid muscles of his abdomen. He sucked in his breath as her hands passed over his body, avoiding his manhood. She looked up at him mischieviously as she tickled between his toes, lifting his huge feet and rubbing over the bottoms. He chuckled and it tickled. She caught him off guard when both of her slippery hands grabbed at his crotch. Her fingers curling around the thickness of him nad cupping his balls. He groaned when he finally let loose the breath he was holding. He let his head fall back as her hands worked over him, making him feel every delight of the world save one. The water was barely luke warm and it surprized him when he shivered, his lips trembling. He realized she had him so heated up that the coolness of the water hadn't affected him but his body was rebelling. He groaned as he looked down to her, her fingers teasing the head of his cock. "Let's go to bed baby... I'm cold." He told her quietly, his voice achingly soft. She looked up, not speaking. She got up and reached over to turn the water off. She stepped out and left him behind. He wrung the water from his hair, listening to her softly hum on the other side of the curtain. He pushed it back, stepping into the room. She'd wrapped a towel about her, another one thrown over her head as she bent over to rub her hair dry. He stepped up behind her, gripping her hips tightly as he ground his hardness into her ass. She giggled softly, the song breaking in her throat. He laughed, pulling her up with a hand on her shoulder. She leaned against him, her head resting against his shoulder. His hand smoothed over her damp skin, trailing his rough fingers up her neck and over her throat. He pulled her chin up towards his mouth, bending to taste her sweetness. His mouth crushed to hers, her breathy moan getting lost in his mouth. Without breaking the kiss she turned in his arms, her hands smoothing up over his chest and diving into his hair. His head spun as he lost the last of his oxygen. He pulled away from her gasping, groping her body. They didn't speak except with their eyes... love was the word of the world. He touched the side of her face, his eyes diving into the depths of hers. She blinked once, and the spell was broken. He sucked in an uneven breath, letting it loose long and slow. He lowered his hands and stepped back away from her body, making a small space between them that seemed like the greatest of casms. He looked away from her face, his eyes following her hands. She too looked away, reaching for the towel she'd discarded when he stood behind her. She pressed it to his body, the soft terry cloth giving him goosebumps. Gently she rubbed, drying every surface on him that she had cleansed. As she walked around him, the towel moving over his body he closed his eyes. He was loving the feel of her tiny hands on him. He wanted to remember how it felt. Memorize it for all of those impossible to bear long nights when they would be apart. She moved back infront of him, her mouth gently pressing to the angry red line on his chest. He reached out for her, pulling her into his lap as he sat on his sisters vanity bench. She stradled him in his nakedness, her towel only wrapped around her middle as he pulled it away from her. She pressed her forehead gently to his, both of them looking down into his lap where his proud erection stood between their bodies. He watched as her hands slid off his hips and reached for him, the anticipation of her touch making him harder then comprehension. Her cold fingers came into contact with his hot flesh and he shivered with the delight of it. He wraped his arms around her hips more, her other hand stroking over the gooseflesh on his arm as she let her fingers tease over his cock in a feather like touch. Her index finger skimed over the rigid pole between his legs, making his breath come out in panting gasps. Her thumb wiped over the drooling eye of his tip, spreading the stickiness in small circles along his flesh. She wrapped her hand around his hardness, palm pressing against the throb of his heartbeat beneath it. She tugged quickly, firmly, making him grunt in pleasure. She stroked him with a sure rhythm, his breath rasping out in the same measure. He tipped his head back, a small moan escaping him despite his attemp to stop it. He pulled her closer, the room between them close quarters for her hand to work at him. His mouth sought out her flesh, attaching to her neck and making her whine a bit. She slowed her pace, stroking him torturously slow, her breasts pressing against him and the space between them closing in to almost nothing. His hands wandered, seeking out the heft of her firm breasts. He teased one nipple first, then the other, her wimpers growing. She pushed against him more, her wetness sliding over his lap. His chest rumbled with want, her hips thrusting forward. His strong left arm pulled her around the hips the last inches so she was tight against his body. He growled as he felt her folds press against the base of his cock. She moved her hips against him, the slickness of her running up and down his length, he could feel her throbing clit raking over every bulging vein of his rock hard shaft. "Ohfuck baby...!" He groaned. He had all he could do not to raise her up and plunge deeply into her, filling her, sating his hunger of her. He stayed still, letting her body move against his, leeching out the pleasure for both of them. She wedged her hand back between them as she writhed on his lap. Her hand slid over his tensed muscles and soft hairs below his navel. Making a ring of her thumb and forfinger she attacked his cockhead making him cry out. Quickly she covered his mouth with her own, muffling the sounds bubbling up from his soul. He couldn't take it any more, he moved with her, his body finding her rhythm. Every inch of him ached to sink deeply into her pussy, but he didn't have to endure the torture for long. He felt her body stiffen against his, her grip on him almost to the point of pain. His cock swelled, errupting in hot sticky streams between them, the slickness making her body glide smoothly against him as her movements slowed, her tiny wimpers returning after he'd swalloweed her moan. When she sat still in his lap her eyes opened gently, looking up to him. Her breath was still a bit heavy and his chest was heaving too. "Fuck that was hot." He hoarsely whispered. She smiled at him, her body pulling back a bit. Long strings of pearly cum clung to the both of them, stretching to the breaking point until they gave up and slid down one hot body or the other. He leaned to her for a kiss, a taste of mouth and tongue that was passionate but short. "We should get into bed..." She said softly, not wanting to site her reason for needing sleep. He only nodded in agreement, not being able to complete her thought either, but he knew. She slid off his lap, his hands at her hips. She stood for a moment, gaining her strength. He watched a rope of cream slide down her soft flat belly, questing forth and searching out it's proper place though it had been wasted far from such a cradle. He swallowed hard, the sight exciting him yet again. He pushed the thought away, not wanting to take away anymore of her needed sleep. He could be happy just laying beside her, wrapping his arms about her small warm body through the night. He watched her as she went to the sink, fetching the cloth from the floor that she had placed on the back of his neck when he was sick. That seemed eons ago now. He watched her dampen the cloth with warm water, rubbing a bit of soap over it. His eyes followed it's path as it passed over her curvy body, washing away the evidence of his loving desire for her. She stood before the sink, hair falling in dark damp ringlets down her back, the swell of her hips and backside peeking out from below it. Her small hands rung out the cloth and she turned to him, taking the few steps toward him. He was leaning back on his elbows against the vanity, legs stretched out before him in long lines. She stepped between his legs, her hand covered in the cloth. She bent to him, wiping over his taught abdomen, gently skimming over his softening penis. She wiped away the last traces of their act save for the residual loveing glow of both their faces. He reached out his hand, fingers twining through the long dark red curls, he pulled her toward his mouth for a kiss. One of gratatude and love. He pulled back and she pecked his lips once more for good measure before she stood again. He stood up and wrappeda towel around his hips, helping her gather up the clothes that were scattered around the room. He watched her work, naked, his roving eye passing over her curves. He shook his head and smiled at himself. He doubted he would ever get enough of the woman even after he'd been granted the ultimate and made love to her properly. He was most glad of that fact. She heaped the clothes she'd stripped off him with her own and left them in a pile to be taken care of in the morning. He held out a towel for her, wrapping it about her when she came to him. Her hands were playing with the ends of his hair on his chest as he tucked in the end of her towel so it would stay in place. He smiled down to her, meeting the exact same gesture. He kissed her softly, slowly, filled with love. His breath hot against her mouth when he spoke quietly in the steamy little room. "Let's go to bed now. I know you're tired." She nodded, stepping back away from him and slipping her hand into his. He flipped off the light as she opened the door. He peeked into the hallway, making her giggle. "Shh!" He reprimanded her with a smile. Finding the coast clear he pulled her along behind as he sneaked down the hall, as much as a man of his stature can. He hurriedly pushed her ahead of himself as the slipped into his room. He shut the door quickly, locking it behind himself. He grinned as he watched her toss the towel on the back of a chair, having already rid her body of the offense. She knelt on the bed, crooking her finger at him. He chuckled and left the door he'd been leaning against. He stepped up to the bed, bending down to kiss her, stroking her hair. Her hands tugged at the towel around his hips, letting it drop to the floor. He softly giggled against her lips. "You're insatiable woman..." She kissed him hard, her tongue plunging deeply. "Shut up, you know you love it!" She teased back. He pulled away looking down at her as his knee pressed the bed between hers. "Who's complaining?!" He exclaimed with a grin. She rolled her eyes, her hands hooking in his hair and dragging him down onto the bed. He laughed as he fell into the bed, literally. His eyes sought hers, finding them not far away as she lay her chin on her hands, both resting on his shoulder as she looked up to him. He grinned at her, she returned it. "I love you, you know." He stated, fingers stroking the side of her face. She pushed against him, her body rising to place her mouth over his. He accepted her kiss, licking his lips of her taste when she pulled away. Her eyes were a deep green as she looked down at him. "I love you, and I know you know that." Was her reply. Gently he pulled her up as he turned, laying her head against the pillow. He looked down on her, his eyes smouldering with want. "Are you sure you want to do this? Don't you want to get any sleep?" He asked hoping her answer would be of his liking. She laughed softly, her hands clasping behind his neck. "Do I look stupid?" She asked. He chuckled. "I am here but to obey you m'lady." She laughed, pressing her mouth to his bicep to quiet the noise of it. He burried his face in the crook of her neck, her hair hiding him from the world as he too tried to laugh quietly. She smelled delicious and he couldn't help himself from tasting of her. Her laugh melted away, a soft sigh replacing it. He leaned on one arm, his elbow supporting his bulk above her small body. He brushed her hair away from her sweet flesh, his mouth moving in to cover the bare skin left behind. His fingers combed through her curls tangling up in the softness. He pulled a hank of hair up to his nose, breathing in deeply. "My god you always smell so good..." His voice soft and raspy. She smiled up at him, her hands smoothing over his hard body. He dipped his head back down, laying tracks of kisses along her jaw up to her ear. His fingers held her chin, turning her head so he could get to more of her neck. She sucked in her breath quickly when he bit at her soft flesh. His hands smoothed down over her shoulders, skimming along her creamy arms and finding her hands pressed against his chest. Her little fingers were stroking over the thin red line there. He looked down at his chest, watching her fingers move over the blemish. He looked back into her eyes. "Is there something about that...?" He asked. She looked up into his eyes, her smile soft. "Does it hurt?" She asked quietly, her eyes going back to it. His gaze darted back to her fingers, then again to her eyes. "No." He assured her with a soft voice. "It bled so much though." She pointed out. His hand closed over hers, stilling her fingers and forcing her gaze back up to his face. "Only because I was moving around a lot when I first got it. It kept reopening and not letting the blood congeal. I'm ok now, don't fret over it ok?" She nodded, gripping at his fingers. "I just don't want you to be in pain... it hurts me..." She tried to explain, her eyes growing soft and damp. He stroked the hair back from her face, leaning down to kiss each of her closed eyelids. "I know..." Was his answer and he kissed her. Her response to his touch was electric. It stirred the primal animal within him. Their naked bodies pressed together on the soft comforter in the darkened room. "Help me remember the promise Moirah... I almost gave in last time it felt so good." He pleaded. She nodded, her mouth too busy sucking and licking at his neck and shoudler to answer. He pulled his body away from her hungered mouth, looking down at her. "Promise?" He asked, the serious look on his face almost breaking her heart. "I do." She told him with conviction. He smiled a waviering smile for her. He was sure she could keep his mind somewhere near clear, though he always had trouble controling himself near her and with what they had been doing lately... well it made him stand in awe of his will power and question his sanity. But, for the sake of respecting his parents and Moirah... he held that control. But it was so very very difficult, especially when her hips thrust toward his body, both of them naked in the night... just like she was doing now. The curve of her hip moved along the length of his hardness, making him moan. She pressed her fingers over his mouth. "Shhh love... don't wake the house." She whispered. He nodded. "I know, but damnit you feel so good. I want so much more and it drives me crazy!" He exclaimed. She smiled at him, laying soft kisses over his fingers as he touched her pale full lips. He leaned over her further, her hardened nipples dragging over his chest. He feared the position he was nearing, nestling between her legs. He wanted to so much but was afraid he wouldn't be able to keep control of his want. He remembered all too well how he lost control the other night on his mothers kitchen table. If Moirah hadn't stopped him... he just didn't want to think about that 'what if.' It didn't happen. So he needed to forget it. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes to gain his strength. Moirah could see he was struggling, she ached for him, in so many ways. Sliding up higher on the bed she pulled herself into a sitting position, leaning against the wall and headboard. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with love but the battle he was having with his morals was wearing him out. She gently co-ersed his head to lay in her lap. He did so with relish, letting his body calm some as he wrapped his arms around her hips, hugging her to him like a pillow. He nestled his nose into her hip, laying a soft kiss on her skin. She stroked his hair, running her fingers through it and over his strong back beneath. It was oddly quiet in the room, it felt out of place, out of time. Her soft voice fell on his ears. "Zac..?" His eyes were closed, enjoying the feel of her fingers on him, one in his hair, the other tracing small patterns up and down his arm. "Hmmm..?" He answered without opening his eyes. "Is this too hard for you? We can stop you know..." She told him, her voice clearly desperate that she wanted them to continue. He opened his eyes, his neck craning to look up at her. "It may be difficult Moirah... but I could never stop wanting you, no more then I could ever stop loving you. We'll just take it slow.. make it last, make it a memory." He said softly as he turned over in her lap. He stretched out over the bed, his head in her lap as his hands rested on his chest. She was still stroking his head, his long hair flowing over her thighs. She looked down into the face of the man she loved. His eyes holding her universe within their depths. She nodded, bending to place a kiss on his waiting lips. He reached above him blindly, sliding his fingers to the back of her head, wrapping them in her hair and holding her close to his mouth as he breathed over her lips a fraction away. "I love you." She watched his closed eyes flutter open meeting hers. "And I love you.." She answered, then granted his wish, she kissed him. Her fingers danced over his face, her lips upon his in a sweet touch. Her tongue drew a line across his lower lip, then she sucked it into her mouth, making him tremble inside with anticipaiton. He lay still and let her love him. Her tiny kisses trailing over his face and moving down to his throat. Her hands smoothed over the skin of his bare shoulders, still damp from his hair. His head slipped from her lap as she raised up more to reach further down him. Her kisses a hot blazed trail of disire washing over his shoulder and down his chest. His hands reached up and glided along her body, caressing every inch of soft skin beneath his fingers. She leaned over him, her mouth gracing parts of him with her tender kisses. He raised his head, his tongue reaching for her skin, his mouth needing contact with the tender flesh he touched. His fingers slid between her legs, seeking warm wetness. Her tongue was traveling down the downy path below his navel when her breath grew short, panting over the wet skin below her and making his flesh tingle with chillbumps. The slickness on his fingers made his mouth water. He put his hands on her hips, raising her off the bed and sliding his head between her legs. He pulled her pelvis down to him, moaning when her hands gripped at his straining erection. She knelt over him, perching her slit above his face, her hips writhing with the feel of his hot breath against her wet pussy. She shoved the head of his hot hard cock into her mouth making him tense with the fantasic feel of her tongue on his organ. His tongue dipped between her folds, lapping at the flowing juices. She moaned, the vibrations shooting through his prick like an electric current. He plunged his tongue into her hole, his big hands kneading the flesh at her hips as he rocked her back and forth on his mouth. She jerked the base of his shaft, her tongue swirling over the fleshy knob of his manhood. Her quiet wimpers grew more frequent as she fucked his tongue. Tilting her head she forced his engorged member down her throat, swallowing every thick inch of it. He reached toward her cunt, his fingers sliding over the slipery pink flesh and findng her quivering clit. The cock in her throat stifled her cry as he massaged her little nub. Her taste was so sweet, he hungerd for more and more, never getting his fill. Her mouth was taking every millimeter of his manhood, sucking it hard and fast. He felt the familiar tug in his belly, his balls pulling up tightly. He'd had enough, he couldn't take much more of the sweet torture. She rode his tongue, his fingers pressing her panic button. Her nipples rubbed over his tense stomache as he thrust up into her throat. A fever pitch shook the bed, her cry still heard through the obstruction shoved down her throat. His rumbling growl escaped as he lapped up her sweet flowing juices as she came on his tongue. He pumped her mouth, slurping every drop escaping from between her legs. The sweetest of pain pierced him, ripping his mouth from her slickened folds. He fucked her mouth hard and fast, driving his meat down her throat one last explosive time as his orgasm was ripped from him, tearing his sanity apart. He pressed his mouth to her thigh, his teeth grazing the tender flesh as he opened his mouth in an animalistic cry of joy. His cock pumping shot after shot of hot cum, his body rigid, tense, jumping with electricity. The euphoria ebbed away, the last of his joy flowing through him like heated honey. He'd never felt anything like that before, it nearly startled him when he sucked in his first breath, ragged and shakey. He hadn't realized he was even holding it. He distantly felt her mouth sliding slowly off his spasming shaft, lapping at the last traces of milky seed as it seeped from his slit. His chest heaved with effort and he heard her chuckle softly. He caught his breath enough to find his voice, it sounded tired and old, but so full with joy. "What's so damned funny?" He demanded in a hush. "I think we just redefinded the meaning of 'hot.'" She stated with mirth. He joined her chuckle, sliding out from under her and pulling her up toward him as he sat up. She melted into his body as he took her into his arms. "I do believe you may be right." He returned, laying her down as he pulled the covers over them and kissing her swollen mouth. She snuggled into him as he wrapped his arms around her, laying a kiss to her temple before their breathing became heavy and nothing more was heard from the pair in the darkened room. return unto me take a flying leap step back bitch jump back bitch run away bitch stay away bitch don't come back bitch take that bitch want another bitch? what's that bitch? in the beginning *On My Knees* spit or swallow? email me! ...*authors note*... lyrics are from 'He Aint Heavy, He's My Brother' by the Hollies