Sighing to myself, I looked down at my cracked nails as I sat at a red light, not daring to look up. We were fighting. Of course we were fighting, we were always fucking fighting. Since the first day we started dating, we had been fighting. Sometimes it was the stupidest stuff that caused the fights, and sometimes there were legit reasons.

But I would never leave. I could not leave Zacky. It wasn't the money, or the fame, or the fact that he gave some damn good sex. No, it was none of that. It was, that even though we fought like cats and dogs, we were always there to hold the other up and help each other through the day. Since Jimmy's death - the tragic event that happened just a month after I started seeing Zacky - none of the guys had been the same.

Or, at least, the same from what they acted like when I first got with Zacky.

I was there at the spreading of his ashes. I was there at his 29th birthday 'party'. I was there when they met Mikey. I was fucking there, backstage, as they had their first performance after his death. Zacky and I still fought, but it was because we were both depressed, and anger was the only other emotion we would seem to get out of each other.

I couldn't help but blame that crazy motherfucker for all of our problems.

But I would never leave. I could not leave Zacky. It wasn't the money, or the fame, or that fact that he gave damn good sex. That will never be the reason why I love him.

Sadly, as of late, our love had been stretched thin, and it was only a matter of time before one of us called it quits. Two fucking years, and all we did was fight. Yet, we still stayed attached at the hip and smiling like a pair of newly weds. But, when we got home and all the doors were closed...

"I'm taking a bath," I say before we're even out of the car, pulling into the spot in front of Zacky's apartment. He doesn't reply, his eyes staying in front as he sits in the driver's seat of his car. We sit in silence together, my hand reaching forward to touch his hand on the stick shift before I pull it back and get out. I'm at the door, getting my key out when he puts the car in reverse and drives away.

If there are tears stinging in the corners of my eyes, I do nothing about them, and walk into the one floor, two bedroom apartment. The apartment is silent except for my soft sniffles as I rub at my runny nose and let the salty tears run down my cheeks. On the way to the bathroom, I strip out of my clothes from the day, finding some release in being freed from the binds of the world.

The water to the tub was turned onto as hot as I could handle without scalding myself. I sat on the edge of the tub, naked, lazily moving my fingers around in the rising, bubbly water. Soon, once at the water was at the desired height, I wasn't no more time and engulfed my body in the soap-and-salt saturated waters.

Two years of fighting, and tonight, it was going to be over. After my bath, I would begin to pack. Whether Zacky was home or not, I would be gone by the morning. I would probably go stay with my brother in LA. It was only an hour drive, and if I bribed the cabby with enough, I could get there in less than forty-five minutes.

I relaxed, my muscles unwinding as I thought over all that had happened in the past few years. From me dropping out of med school, to stealing some chick's concert ticket, to meeting the infamous Zacky Vengeance after a random-pick-Meet-and-Greet backstage. We exchange numbers, he calls me the next day, we're dating within the week. A month passes.

Jimmy is dead three days after Christmas.

He's cremated and his ashes spread on New Year's Eve.

There was no extravagant party like I had been told about from Val and Michelle. There was an endless amount of Guinness Beer - Jimmy's favorite drink - and random, crumbled photos covered in tears.

Zacky and I left the house fighting. I went to LA to stay at my brothers but my car ended up breaking down halfway there and Zacky came to get me. We had our first session of makeup sex.

And from there, our fights got bigger, and longer, and more physical. Zacky never hit me. There would be a fucking army after him if he ever hit me. But I have hit him. Slaps from words that were let out without much thought to them. The mark would be gone by the next morning after I would give him some ice to put on it. And all would be good until another short fuse went off and we were at it again.

I would go with them on tour and help the tech team whenever one of the guitars was out of tune or one of the lights wasn't working. I was more of a technical person rather than a medical person. I would probably have told the patient to grow a pair and put a bandage on it.

The suds were slowly dissolving, and the water was no longer the temperature I wanted it to be. Slowly lifting my body from the now cooling water, I bent over to pull out the drain, watching the water sink down for a moment before reaching for the fluffy white towel that had been hanging on the towel bar.

I moved out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Standing in the doorway stock still with one hand gripping the towel around my body, I watched Zacky as he sat on the edge, staring at his hands. I didn't say anything until the chill of the room got on my wet skin.

"Hey, Zacky," I said softly, walking into the room, towards him. He looked up, his once-dull green eyes with now a shine to them as he held out his arms, motioning for me to go into them. I did so, slowly and hesitantly, shivering when the cold metal of his lip rings pressed against my collarbone as he kissed my skin.

"Hey, Anna," he said back, his voice low and soft. I didn't move once in his embrace, since this was quite a surprise for me. We only had sweet, intimate moments when I knew he was going to say something that was going to make us fight. I didn't look forward to what he had to say.

Besides, I would be gone by the morning. It wasn't like there was anything he could do to make me stay-

"Anna?" he asked, gathering my attention. I lifted my arms, wrapping them loosely around his neck as my fingers lazily played with his dark, spikey hair. I gave a hum of acknowledgement, letting him know I was listening. "I've been thinking about us..."

His lips were soft against my neck, and my breath hitched. We were going to break up now. It was only logical. After all the fights, all the insults, all the shit we had put each other through for the last two years --

"Anna, marry me."

My eyes widened, first in surprise and then again when I finally realized what the fuck Zacky Baker just asked me.

He wanted to marry me. Even after all the crap we had put each other through. I couldn't answer, due to my words caught in the lump in my throat, causing him to tense and start to freak out. My fingers move through his hair, massaging his scalp as I hugged him to my chest, resting my cheek on top of his head. My arms were tight around his neck, not letting him go while I tried to clear my throat long enough to answer.

"You are one crazy bastard, Zacky V," I told him, getting a chuckle and relaxing shoulders. He wasn't tense. "But you're the only guy for me."

And if that wasn't a good enough answer, then me dropping my towel and straddling his lap was a very evident one. His dark eyebrow raised as the corners of his lips turned upward into a cocky grin. Tonight wasn't going to be a fuck to get us both off. It wasn't going to be sex between two people that held a certain appeal for the other.

Tonight was going to be something special because my heart couldn't stop bursting with happiness. After all the shit we had been through and he still loved me--

Our lips met, fast, hard, intimate. His hands moved up my back, pulling me closer as I shivered from the chill of the room and the sensual feeling of his fingers on my skin. My hands caressed his inked skin, it warm in my clean hands. And when our lips finally pulled apart, he rested his cheek against my chest, eyes closed, and I ran my fingers through his hair, resting my chin on top of his head.

I pulled back slightly, laughing into his ear. Zacky opened one of his eyes and gave me a look.

"You smell, babe," I said with a tease in my voice, pulling away so not to get the stench on me after I had just taken my own bath. But he pulled me closer, nuzzling his nose against the crook of my neck; his cold lip rings made me have gooseflesh. Zacky asked me one question that made me realize how we would be spending our night together.

"Is it possible to get dirty in the shower?" his words were low, and husky in my ear. Zacky licked at the shell of my ear with his warm tongue before taking the soft skin in his mouth and grazing his teeth against it. My spine shivered and I couldn't help the little moan that slipped past my lips.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Before I could realize it, Zacky had wrapped my legs around his waist and picked me up, carrying me back into the bathroom. His lips were still on my ear, but they soon moved to my neck. There was a spot just under my jaw bone that made my panties drop every time he sucked it, and even though I was already nude, Zacky teased me mercilessly with sucking on the spot. My breath caught, and another shaky sound left my lips. I whispered his name into his ear as a moan of pleasure, causing a short growl to rumble in his chest.

His calloused fingers palmed the back of my upper thighs before shifting to hold my bare ass as he set me down on the edge of the tub. Bending over, his lips inches from mine while he reached behind me to turn on the water, I closed the space between us and kissed him. My body was floating on fucking cloud nine.

"Jesus Christ, Anna," he groaned into our kiss when my hands slipped under his faded Vengeance Uni shirt to rub at his inked chest. My fingers flicked over his muscles and nipples as I kissed him. My lips had a slight upturn in them before I was able to pull Zacky's shirt off, over his head. His lips attacked my neck, and I lulled my head to the side to give better access, my hands combing through way through his short black hair.

I pulled away from Zacky, grinning as I stood up and stepped into the water of the shower, letting my chin-length hair get wet from the lukewarm water. Slowly, and sensually, I ran my hands down from my hair, to my neck, and over the curve of my breasts, my eyes connected to Zacky's pretty green ones the whole time.

His chest rose and fell in aroused pants, the crotch of his jeans bulging at the sight of me. My hands splayed over my flat belly before disappearing between my legs. Zacky growled, the rumble loud enough to be heard over the old rusty shower head and the water beating on tile. Grinning, I held up a wet finger and curled it slowly, motioning for him to join me.

Within seconds, he was out of his jeans and boxers, and joining me in the warm water. His body pressed mine against freezing cold tile. I hissed at the temperature change before moaning when Zacky lifted me up to wrap my legs around his waist again.

He was pressing hard into my inner thigh before his hips moved and I felt him against my stomach. My head lulled to the side as I moaned, my fingers gripping his biceps while he shielded me from the warm water of the shower. We were definitely going to get dirty in this shower session.

"Marry me, Anna," he mumbled against the corner of my mouth as he teased me with his kisses. I chuckled, my lips tugging in a soft smile.

"You already asked that, Zacky," I told him, pushing his wet hair from his eyes, smoothing it off to the side as I looked at him. He chewed on one of his snake bites. "And I said yes," I told him, cupping his cheek in my hand before bringing him close to kiss. My eyes fluttered closed.

One of his hands rested on my hip while the other palmed my ass again, holding me up and his body held me against the tile wall. "Say it again," he demanded softly from me. I smile, keeping my eyes closed.

"Yes, Zacky V, you're the guy for me."

He chuckled, before his hips ground up into mine, and my head tossed back slightly. His lips attacked themselves to my neck, the hand on my hip sliding up my torso to gently squeeze my breast. Zacky rolled the hardening nipple between his fingers, causing my hips to buck slightly at the tingle of pleasure. The hard, hot, throbbing cock pressing against my belly twitched slightly when I pulled at Zacky's hair.

Zacky growled against my neck, the vibrations running down my veins and to my wet slit that was begging to be filled by the gorgeous man holding me against the wall.

"Fuck, Zacky," I whined, rolling my hips down into his, and he pressed his back into mine. The hand on my breast slipped back down my torso and pressed against my lower belly. The flat pad of his thumb eased over my wet folds before pushing past them and rubbing tight, small circles on my clit.

There was a shaky sound that left my throat that I could only label as a whimper, followed by Zacky's name again.

"Jesus, I love you, Anna," he told me, making my heart swell before it exploded when he unexpectedly thrusted deep into my hot, waiting core. Zacky filled me to the brim in one go, bottoming out and making my hips involuntarily buck.

And his romantic words were instantly switched to the dirty slang that made my toes curl and fingertips tingle.

"Your pussy is so fucking tight," Zacky groaned against my skin, his hips slowly thrusting back and forth, moving in and out of me in quick, small pulls. This caused him to find the spongy bundle of nerves that was known as my g spot in no time and hit it with every push back in.Fucking hell, I'm gonna cum if he keeps this us!

I moaned and panted loudly, my arms tightening around his neck as his thrusts became faster and more of his cock was pulled from me. Soon, I was a puddle of numbness when he hit my g spot and rubbed at my clit in just the right way. I came so quickly, I didn't even have time to cry out from my orgasm.

My voice was caught in my throat.

"Did you just cum?" he asked with a chuckle, still thrusting his cock deep into me. I buried my face against the side of his neck, kissing at the smooth cursive tattoo there as I moaned softly, finally regaining some feeling. "I take that as a yes," he said with another chuckle.

But soon, I was whimpering and tugging at him when he pulled out, his hard cock wet, hot and pressing against my thigh. "Why'd you stop?" I asked breathlessly, opening my eyes to look at him. His chuckle turned into a lustful look as he licked his lips and turned around - his eyes never leaving mine - to turn off the water.

"I want to taste you," he growled, and my knees buckles. God, I couldn't last much longer with the way he was making me react.

Taking my hand in his, Zacky pulled me out of the bathtub, wrapping my white towel around my shoulders before grabbing a matching one for him as he rubbed the water out of his hair. I dropped my towel, and walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. Zacky was a few inches taller than me, so I could happily rest my cheek on his shoulderblade, kissing the tattooed skin as my hands rubbed his sides and torso.

He chuckled, taking one of my hands and bringing it up to press his lips against my fingertips. But my free hand went farther down than he expected and Zacky found himself arching forward when my hand wrapped around his cock.

"You're so hard," I moaned into his ear. He growled, but didn't say anything. "And big. Mmmm, I'm surprise it fits in my tight little slit." His growl got louder, and the vibrations reverberated into my chest. Slowly and teasingly, my hand fisted his length, making his hips buck into my hand when I would squeeze the tip after every upthrust.

"Anna," he growled at me, making my body shudder at the deep, husky tone to it. I loved it when he said my name like that. "Either get on your fucking knees and suck me off, and get on that damn bed so I can fuck you."

His words were clear and I wasn't exactly sure of what I wanted. I knew I wanted Zacky in me, but how did I want him in me?

"Fair enough," I whispered to him, giggling to myself before running off to the bed. He was right behind me, catching my arm in bed run and forcing me onto the bed, my stomach to the bed. He pushed me farther up the bed, pressing his hands hard against my hips while his cock rubbed against the wet outside folds of my pussy. He was fucking teasing me.

"Wanna see how I make him fit?" Zacky asked me, teasing me for my earlier statement. I moaned, wanting nothing more than Zacky to be in me.

The fighting was over, and all I wanted was to enjoy my time with him.

I wasn't able to answer before Zacky had plunged full force into my entrance, causing me to let out a surprised noise, my hips bucking into his thrusting ones. He wasted no time making me feel like I was being taken by a sex god. Well, Zacky was a sex god so--

"Fuck!" I screamed when his hand reached down to tease my already sensitive clit. Zacky leaned down, chuckling in my ear before licking and nibbling my earlobe.

"I'm no where near done with you," he pants, his voice rough and filled with lust. Before I know it, I'm no longer on my hands and knees, but straddling Zacky backwards. His hands spread my legs, making me kneel to be comfortable as he holds my hips. One of his hands comes down and smacks the smooth skin of my ass. I jump, but moan when I realize why he did it.

My hips moved on their own as I bounced on Zacky's cock, moving up and down, making sounds that only a slut should make. Zacky groaned and said more dirty words, making my inner muscles clench and squeeze his cock. The sounds he made matched my own, and his hips thrusted into mine.

Soon we were moving together in harmony, and we hit each others' spots within seconds of doing so.

I was coming undone quickly. When I came for the second time, Zacky gripped my hips against his, making my pussy milk his cock and grip him like a vice.

"Fuck!" he growled, thrusting up into me once more before I felt the warmth of his seed spurt into my hot core and mix with my own juices.

I fell to the side, my legs tangling with Zacky's as we pressed against one another, my back to his chest while his softening cock stayed in me.

"I'm not done with you yet," he chuckled in my hear, but I could hear the exhaustion in his tone. Zacky grabbed at my leg, holding my inner thigh and lifting my leg to hook over his legs as he took me from a completely new angle. My stomach churned and tensed and contracted at the array of new nerves he hit. One hand was focused on my clit, teasing me endlessly, while the other was groping my breast and its hardened nipple. My head laid resting on his shoulder as he moved his hips fast and rough, turning our intimate love making into a moment of fun fucking.

After two years of fighting, we were finally together. And all the wounds from all the bad things were starting to heal. Maybe it wasn't evident or it was slow - too slow - but it was there. Zacky and I fought less and less until we got to where we were able to agree on everything.

Well, almost everything.'

"It's my turn to be on top, Zacky."

"No, Anna. I get to be on top. Now get in the fucking shower."