Cupcake (Johniah) ~ 1 of 1:
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Johnny Seward hurried into his house, the light purple box from his favorite bakery carefully clutched in his hands. He placed the box in the refrigerator before racing upstaies. There was only about three hours left before his girlfriend of over two years was supposed to return from a six month long tour with her band. He jumped into the shower to get ready for this special night. It would definitely be the biggest of his life, he was sure.

Johnny stared at his reflection as he carefully shaved, a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair damp and lying limp against his head instead of styled up into its normal mohawk. He got lost in thoughts of what the night may entail. Blinking rapidly, he rinsed his razor in the steaming hot water and set it back in its stand.

"Nut up, Seward. Ziah's been your girlfriend for two years," he mumbled to himself, wiping any stray shaving cream away from his face with a hand towel.

Johnny turned the hot water off, turned the cold water on and grabbed his toothbrush. He put the head under the water to dampen the bristles, squeezed some toothpaste onto it and started brushing his teeth, humming to keep himself calm. He even shook his hips and bounced around, determined to burn off some of the nervous energy coursing throughout him. He knew that if Ziah saw him at this moment - dancing around awkwardly, towel around his waist, hair flat and unruly, toothbrush dangling from his mouth and globs of toothpaste bubbled up around his lips - she would nearly piss herself laughing. He couldn't really blame her for that, though. He would definitely do the same thing if the roles were reversed.

Johnny rinsed his mouth and his toothbrush, returning it to the built-in stainless steel holder on the wall above the sink, turned off the water and dried his hands on a towel before he padded barefoot back into the bedroom he and Ziah shared. He barely had his jeans zipped up when his cell phone began to ring. Buttoning the button at the top of his fly, he grabbed his phone, pressed 'accept call' and put it up to his ear.

"Hey, baby," he answered.

"How did you know it was me?" Ziah Blackthorne asked with a laugh.

"It's called caller id, remember?"

"That's true, but how could you be so sure it wasn't someone else calling from my phone?"

"It was a chance I was willing to take," Johnny answered with a smirk.

"Because you're just such a rebel, huh?" Ziah retorted, the grin evident in her voice.

"You know it, baby. Besides, don't girls always go for the bad boy?"

Ziah started laughing. "I don't know if you'd be the bad boy ideal for most girls, Jay."

"Hey! Is that supposed to be an insult? Because if it is, how can you say that to me when you tell me you love me?" Johnny whined, pushing his bottom lip out into a pout.

"I'm not most girls, Johnny. You should know that by now and you should definitely know by now that I love you will all of my heart and soul."

"Oh, I definitely know that," Johnny replied softly. "And I love you just as much, Zi Zi."

"I know. Ya wanna know what I see when I look at you?"

"What?"

"When I look at you, I see the only man, besides my dad, that has ever truly loved me for just being me. You've never tried to change me into something that I'm not. I hit the jackpot with you and it definitely doesn't hurt that you're gorgeous, too."

Johnny smiled, his stomach full of dive-bombing butterflies. "How could I not love you for the person you are? You're perfect."

"Mmmm. I don't know about that."

"Well, I do. I love you."

"I love you, too, Jay."

Johnny plopped down onto his side of the king-sized bed, the thick, soft, black comforter bunching and wrinkling as he moved around to get comfortable. "So...where are ya at now?"

"Uhm...I think we're about ten, fifteen minutes away from Vegas. We had some engine trouble and we left a few hours late. We're stopping to get something to eat and then we'll be on our way back to Huntington Beach," Ziah replied, her voice breaking off into a yawn.

"Awww, is my baby tired?" Johnny cooed with a grin.

"Mmmhhhmmm."

Johnny looked at the clock radio sitting on his nightstand and sighed. "So I'll see ya in about seven hours or so?"

"Yeah, something like that. I'll text you when we get back on the road."

"Sounds good to me."

"I don't wanna hang up right now."

"That's okay. Me, neither. How was the tour?"

Ziah sighed deeply. "It was awesome. The fans were just insane and wonderful. The only bad, suck ass part was being away from you for so long. Too long."

"It was just as bad for me, baby."

"I know. How's recording going?"

"Pretty good. Long days, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I hate being in this big house all alone for so long."

"I definitely understand how that feels. Are you goin' back to the studio tonight?" Ziah asked before gasping out all of a sudden.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Johnny asked, overwhelmed with concern.

"We hit some bad road and it scared the shit outta me, that's all. So...are ya goin' back to the studio tonight?"

"No, we're takin' the weekend off. I'm not gonna miss out on a chance to be alone with my girl for a whole weekend," Johnny murmured, his heart picking up its pace at the thought.

"Is that so?"

"You know it is."

"Yeah, I do," Ziah giggled. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

"You just can't resist my charms."

"Keep tellin' yourself that." Ziah took a deep breath and then sighed. "We're stopping now. I'll text you when we get back on the road, okay?"

"Okay. I love you, Ziah," Johnny replied softly.

"I love you, too, Johnny."


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Las Vegas, Nevada.......


Ziah rested her head against the wall of the booth with a sigh. While she was hungry, she was more anxious to get home and see her boyfriend for the first time in six months. After two-plus years together, it was getting more difficult to tear herself away from Johnny and for so long.

"Ziah, hey, you okay?" Deborah Leroux asked.

Ziah jumped a little as she came out of her thoughts. "Yeah, I'm okay, Debs, really. I just wanna get home already," she sighed.

"Missin' the Gnome, huh?" Iggy Hale asked with a grin.

Ziah rolled her eys and shook her head with yet another sigh. "Of course, I miss Johnny. I haven't been able to see him in six months."

Debbie grinned. "You'll be very busy for at least a week, so we all know we won't be able to get a hold of you until then."

"Johnny and I do so much more than just have sex, Debbie."

"I know, but sex will be the focus for a while."

Ziah rolled her eyes once again and sighed deeply. She definitely couldn't get home fast enough.


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Huntington Beach, California.......


Johnny looked at the clock for what seemed like the millionth time and groaned. Ziah had sent him a text about three hours beforehand, letting him know that she was back on the road. He bounced his legs up and down and drummed his fingers on his thighs, forcing himself to focus on something, anything other than the slow-moving clock. Laying on either side of him on the couch were his and Ziah's two little dogs - Peanut, a Yorkshire terrier, and Chaos, a black short-haired Chihuahua -snoring as loud as their little lungs would allow them to, which was surprisingly more resounding than one would ever expect. He rested his head back onto the top of the couch, staring up at the ceiling for a few moments, his vision blurring a little bit. Sighing in frustration, he wiped away the tears, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, very quickly falling asleep.

Ziah slowly opened the front door, pulled her bags inside, setting them down in the foyer, pushed the door shut and locked it before she hurried into the living room, searching for her boyfriend anxiously. She smiled, internally 'awwwing' when she found him and their dogs napping together. She kneeled down on the floor behind the couch, leaned in and pressed her lips to one of the shaved sides of Johnny's head, sending a visible shiver through him.

"Johnny? Wake up, wake up," Ziah sing-songed softly, pressing another kiss to her sleeping boyfriend's head. "Johnny? Baby, I'm home."

Peanut and Chaos woke up then and upon noticing Ziah, scampered up to their feet, their whole bodies wiggling and squirming as their tails wagged excitedly. With happy yips, they pounced onto Johnny in their attempts to get to Ziah, bouncing right off of his crotch and waking him up with a pained groan as the breath was knocked out of him.

"Fuck!" Johnny moaned, cupping himself.

Ziah winced, quickly getting to her feet and scooping up both dogs. "Baby, are you okay?" she asked, walking around the couch and taking a seat right beside Johnny.

"I will be. Whoever said Chihuahuas and Yorkshire terriers can't crush your balls evidently doesn't have Chihuhuas and Yorkshire terriers...or balls," Johnny replied.

"I'm sorry about that, baby," Ziah said softly, setting Peanut and Chaos down on the floor.

"You don't need to apologize." Johnny pulled Ziah to his chest and wrapped his arms around her as he kissed her deeply. "Hey, baby," he whispered with a grin, his forehead resting against hers.

"Hey," Ziah replied, rolling her eyes.

"Do you know how much I've missed you?"

"I think I might just have some idea, and I've missed you just as much, Jay."

"Would you be willing to show me?" Johnny asked, voice deep and husky.

Ziah raised an eyebrow. "Why doesn't that surprise me?"

Johnny shrugged his shoulders with a knowing grin.

"Right now, I just really wanna relax a little bit. If that's okay with you."

"Of course, that's okay with me. Why wouldn't it be? Why kind of douchebag do ya take me for?" Johnny asked, kissing Ziah's lips tenderly. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Ziah replied softly.

Johnny kissed Ziah for a second time, stood and then pulled her up to her feet, keeping her hand clutched tightly in his. "C'mon."

"Where are we goin'?" Ziah asked, a little confused.

"Well, you are gonna relax in a bubble bath while I bring your bags upstairs and order dinner," Johnny replied, giving Ziah's hand a squeeze.

"Johnny, you don't have to do that."

"I know I don't have to, Ziah. I want to. Is Cucina Grimaldi okay?"

"Sounds good."

"You want the usual?"

Ziah nodded her head. "Mmmhhhmmm."


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Ziah sighed deeply, her head resting on Johnny's shoulder, her arms around his waist and her faced nuzzled into the tattooed side of his neck. They'd finished dinner nearly two hours earlier and were cuddled up together on the couch, watching one of their favorite shows on dvd.

"Jay?" Ziah whispered.

"Mmhhmm? What is it, Zi?"

"I don't ever wanna go six months without seeing you again. It was way too hard."

"I won't let it happen again, baby."

"Better not."

Johnny laughed and kissed the top of Ziah's head, furrowing his brow in confusion when she straddled him. "What's up?"

"From the feel of things, you are," Ziah answered with a knowing smirk.

"How do you know it's not just the keys in my pocket?"

Ziah raised an unamused eyebrow. "Since when are there crotch pockets in jeans? I mean, I've heard of crotch rockets, which are absolutely ridiculous, by the way."

"Tell me how you really feel," Johnny laughed, pulling Ziah down to his chest and kissing her.

Ziah pulled her mouth away from Johnny's. "Why don't you show me how you feel?" she challenged.

"Is that a dare?"

"Do ya need it to be?"

"Not at all," Johnny replied huskily, pulling his girlfriend into another deep kiss.

It didn't take but a few seconds for both to hurriedly shuck off their clothes. Johnny looked down at Ziah, whom was laid out across the couch beneath him.

"Johnny?"

"Mmm?"

"Something wrong?"

Johnny shook his head with a smile. The smile turned into a grin when Ziah yanked him down into another intense kiss. He pulled his mouth free from hers, breathing hard, trailed his lips down the side of her neck to just above her collar bone and sucked a deep red mark into her otherwise flawless porcelain skin. He groaned as her nails made red welts down his back to his ass, where she grabbed onto his cheeks with both hands.

"J-Johnny...Johnny, make love to me already," Ziah moaned, hooking a leg over his back.

"I'd love to," Johnny replied huskily, lining himself up and then slowly sinking as far inside of her as he could possibly get with a deep groan.

"I love you, Johnny," Ziah panted out as her boyfriend started a steady rhythm of thrust forward and backward, hitting her sweet spot on his second push forward.

"I love you, too, Ziah. Shit!" Johnny hissed as Ziah clenched tighter around his cock. "I'm not gonna last long if you keep doing that."

"Right now, I don't care. There's always later. Unless you're not up for it."

"I'm always up for it," Johnny responded, grabbing a tight hold of Ziah's hips and speeding up his thrusts, their skin slapping together hard.

Ziah dug her fingers into the small of Johnny's back, gasping and trembling as she came with a scream of his name. Her gasps hitched as Johnny shoved deeply inside of her, stilled and came himself, shivering out a huff as he buried his face into the sweaty skin of her neck. After riding out his climax, he slid free and snuggled into her arms.

"I got you your favorite cupcakes."

Ziah arched an eyebrow and snorted. "What a nice thing to say to your girlfriend after you've just made love to her."

"Sorry, baby."

"That's okay. I'm not in the mood for 'em right now."

"I guess we can just have 'em for breakfast," Johnny mumbled, pressing his lips to Ziah's chest, just over her racing heart.

"Sounds good to me," Ziah replied softly before she fell asleep, her arms wrapped around Johnny.


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The next morning.......


Ziah sat up on the couch, stretching her arms out above her head with a yawn. She looked around the quiet living room in confusion, Johnny and their dogs nowhere in sight. She pushed herself up to her feet and shuffled into the hallway, jumping a little as the front door opened and Peanut and Chaos came bounding in with Johnny right behind them.

"Mornin', sleepyhead," he greeted with a smile, pressing a kiss to the center of Ziah's forehead.

Ziah wrapped her arms around Johnny's waist with a sigh. "Morning."

"C'mon, coffee's made and I promised you cupcakes for breakfast."

Johnny grabbed Ziah's hand, led her into the kitchen, made her take a seat at the island right in the middle of the room and then went about getting each of them cups of freshly brewed coffee. He placed the steaming mugs onto the granite top of the island, turned to the refrigerator, pulled out the bakery box he'd put there the day before and rested it beside the mugs.

"I got you your favorite. It has the purple frosting and silver sprinkles," Johnny announced, lifting the box lid open as he took a seat on a padded stool right across from Ziah.

Ziah shrugged her shoulders when she saw three purple frosted cupcakes but only one with the afformentioned silver sprinkles, reached into the box and pulled out the beautifully decorated treat. She licked the smudges of stray frosting from her fingers, peeled the paper from the cake and took a bite. "Aren't you gonna have one?" she asked as she swallowed.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, I am." Johnny extracted a blue frosted cupcake and shut the lid. He peeled the paper back and took a bite. After swallowing, he nervously chewed at the inside of his cheek as he watched his girlfriend eat, his heart picking up its pace with each bite she took. He battled a grin when she gasped, wide-eyed, all but laughing when Ziah spit into her hand.

"What...What's this?" Ziah asked, gaping down at the messy, yet sparkly ring in her palm.

"Ziah, you mean everything to me. These nearly three years with you have been the best years of my life...so far. Will you marry me?" Johnny asked softly, nervous as hell that she just might laugh at him and say no.

Ziah blinked the tears away, her vision becoming blurry as she continued staring down at her hand and the ring laying in it. She took a deep, shaky breath, not trusting her voice at the moment, and nodded her head.

"Is that a yes?" Johnny asked with a smirk.

Ziah lifted her eyes and looked at Johnny like he had three heads. "Of course, it's a yes. I'm just wondering how big a pain in the ass it's gonna be to get all the cake and frosting off of it."

Johnny laughed, shaking his head. "Live a little, baby...lick it off," he suggested.

"Shut up," Ziah retorted, throwing the balled up cupcake wrapper at her fiance and laughing when it hit him right between the eyes, leaving a smear of chocolate in its wake.

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