Slowly and deliberately, I gulped down the rest of my drink and set it down, my eyes never leaving his. God, the air was so thick. My ears buzzed, the whole rest of the world melted away that wasn’t him.

Go big or go home, Violet.

Looking out at the rest of the bar to make sure no one could see us, I used both my hands to take one of his off his drink as he let me touch him, only blinking at me, “I think I can help you with that...for, about how long would you say?” I added a teasy edge to my voice, so hopefully it came out cute and inviting and not stupid and corny.
Also finishing his drink in one last go, he set it to the side and took both my hands in both of his. His touch was electric and heated my entire body instantly. His look was now officially a full on assault of panty-slicking smirk and glimmering eyes, “What would you say if I said a couple of hours?”

A high whine threatened at the back of my throat, but I kept it at bay. You better not be teasing me, Zacky.
“I’d say your place or mine, but I’m not letting you anywhere near my place--it’s awful.”
“Well, I can’t have you driving that obvious, loud beast into my driveway, now can I?”
“Follow me home and drive me to your place?”
We both stood up at once, “Deal.”

It was a good thing the room was empty, and no one saw how obvious we were being as we left together. Zacky jumped on his bike and followed me as I tore out of the parking lot and sped towards home.

My mind was racing faster than my car, my heart beating so fast I was pretty sure I’d have a heart attack. I tried to slow my breathing to control my heart rate, running my fingers through my hair. What the fuck was I doing?

He’s. Married.

Seizing the fucking day, that’s what I was doing. It wasn’t my fault he was unhappy, I was just going to be the one to brighten his day. Violet doesn’t second guess herself, Violet has fun. I smirked to myself.

There was no way this was actually happening anyway. I was dreaming, and I would wake up. So no worries, right? Gaaaawd.

I screeched to a halt, rolled up my windows and locked the car. Zacky handed me a helmet, “Hey speed racer, try and fit what you can of that hair in there.” We smiled at one another as I whipped my hair up into a messy bun so it fit.

I was roughly his wife’s size, so we both knew me going home with him as long as I had a helmet on wouldn’t look suspicious to prying eyes. I climbed on behind Zack and reached my arms around his waist. Wow, he smelled amazing. At first I held on tight--I’d never ridden on a motorcycle before, and I loved being so close him. The view was absolutely breathtaking, though, and as we sped down the freeway next to the ocean, I put up my hands and started hollering as he laughed at me.

He turned off the freeway and eventually we got to neighborhoods that got nicer and nicer the longer we rode. Then we got to a gate, which he opened with a code, and from there on out it was multi-million dollar mansions that took my breath away.

“Holy shit…” I tried not to be star struck, but it was hard. It was straight out of a tv show--palm trees and stucco everywhere. When he turned into a driveway and a garage door started going up, I froze and my panic mode was back. Fuck, I was so nervous.

I looked down at his tatted hand as he grabbed mine and led me inside from the garage, closing the automated door. He took off his shoes and I followed suit, staring at my surroundings with my jaw on the floor. Not that I noticed, but Zacky went over to a bar in his living room and poured two shots of whiskey and nodded me over, handing me one when I stood next to him.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m going to need this.”
We clinked and drank, he peeled off his jacket, and then he grabbed my hand again. Pausing, he drew closer--looking down at me as he hovered right up against me. I’m sure I looked like a frightened deer from where he was standing.

Taking my face in both his hands, Zacky looked deep into my eyes, making my insides melt, “You sure about this?”

Am I sure?

When I nodded, he leaned down and pressed his plush lips to mine. Zack went for the slow and sensual kiss to make sure I couldn’t think straight for the rest of time--his tongue softly begging for entrance as my lips parted with his. It was deliberate and passionate, like in the movies. Fuck, I hadn’t been kissed like that in soooo loooong. Damn, those lips were just as I hoped they’d be--soft and pillowy. I gently nipped at his lower one when he ended the kiss.
This made his eyes dance a little, but he said nothing as he held my hand again and led me up the stairs.

I was flushed and quiet, following him past what was clearly the master, to a guest bedroom. Right. Don’t want the side piece in the bed where he screws his wife. I winced at myself, forcing the thought aside.

Closing the door behind us, Zacky immediately went to the bed and stripped the comforter off as I stared. The room was stark white everything. That had to be irony. I nervously stepped farther into the room as the infamous guitar player went to the bedside table and pulled out multiple condoms. Okay, there were questions now.

“Do you do this a lot?!” I tried not to be too indignant.
He replied flatly, “No, I just think about doing it a lot.” I was getting more nervous and uncomfortable now, when he turned and gave me a cute smile--instantly kicking away all my doubt and fear.

I reminded myself of the tattoo I wanted to get, of the sexual being I’d blossomed into over the last few years. It would be so nice to finally let that Violet out, to let go. With that thought, I pulled my loose shirt over my head--overly enjoying the look on Zack’s face. As he stood there, leaning up against the bed and staring at my cleavage, I unclasped my bra and tossed it at him playfully. Catching it and letting it fall to the floor, his eyes finally raised to mine, “Fuck, those are fabulous.”

When I walked to him, he immediately palmed one as our lips met again in a heated kiss. I moaned into his mouth when he lightly pinched my other nipple between his fingers. Zacky smiled against the kiss, breaking away to laugh, “You like that?”
Before I could answer, he was pinching harder and my eyelids were fluttering.
“Fuck, Zack…”
He caught me in his arms when I started melting down his body, turning and lying me on the bed. God, it was so comfortable.

“We’ll need you out of these,” He tugged at my shorts and threw them over his shoulder, stopping when he saw the state he’d worked me into already.

“Violet, you’re soaked.”

I only whimpered in agreement. When he went for my panties, I flicked his hand away, “Nuhuh.” I motioned a finger so that he'd take his clothes off. Eyes going a little darker, he pulled off his shirt and went for his pants.

My knees were up but together as I watched him undress. Down to his boxers, he looked just as good as he ever did--better even. A little trimmer than when he was younger, he looked amazing. Running a hand through his hair, he got out his phone after setting his wedding ring on the dresser.
Just when I was almost peeved that he was on his phone right now, he asked, “What do you wanna listen to?”
I smiled, turning onto my side, “You ever record just yourself?”
His eyes slowly raised to meet mine and after what seemed like a moment of doubt, he scrolled through his playlist like he had just the thing. And just the the thing was certainly what he had.

The beautiful music floated through the air as he climbed over me, “Now can I take these off your beautiful body?” He teased, pulling at the waistband of my underwear.
“You first,” I bit my bottom lip.
“No,” He chuckled teasingly and peeled off my underwear, groaning when he could see how wet for him I was. Settling over me, I could feel his erection rub against me and I gasped louder than I meant to.

We kissed again in that heart stopping, sensual fashion that left me absolutely breathless. When he broke the kiss, Zacky pushed soft kisses to my jawline and over my neck, nuzzling below my ear, “When were you last penetrated by a man, Violet?” He huskily asked, the wording throwing me off.
“S-six and a half months…” I moaned as his hand drifted down and cupped my sex, “Y-you?”
He chuckled, “Well, I’ve never had sex with dudes, but I had sex several days ago.”
I pushed at his chest, staring up at him indignantly--trying to pull it off as a joke.
“What? I'd just gotten home from tour. Before then it had been like, fucking 4 months.”
I didn't really care and welcomed him back into my arms, “Zack--please--I need you--”

Vengeance paused, words said teasingly and in a deep tone into my ear as his fingers ran over my core, “If I give it to you hard and fast, you'll be satisfied quickly….but when I'm done we'll both be satisfied for days, Violet…”
His words got me even hotter and I moistened further against his hand.
Finally, finally two fingers were pushed into me and I screamed into release.

Zacky laughed lightly and I smiled contentedly, “Did you just come?”
“Yes, baby…” I moaned and arched, truly becoming Violet. She was shameless, hugging Zack closer, “Two in the front, one in the back, Vengeance.”

Clearly surprised, he obeyed and gave me the shocker as I cried out. He moved his fingers in and out until I was clenching down again, shouting as I came.

Zack moved off the bed, going to the bathroom to wash his hands before coming back to me. How was he this calm? I needed him to fuck me.

Spreading my legs again, I felt his tongue enter me without preamble, spreading me as I fell the fuck apart. Something about seeing those light green eyes staring up at me from between my legs…..
Melting back into the expensive sheets, I yelled his name until he was making me come again onto his talented tongue.

“Holy fuck, you're good at that, Zacky….”
He was over me again, my hands smoothing over tattooed skin, “Lets see what you’re good at…” The black haired beauty mumbled against my ear.

Time to step up, Shade. This is it. You’re about to give Zacky Vengeance head.

As I pushed him on his back and straddled him, he gave me a cute smile before I dipped my lips to his--kissing that beautiful mouth before I moved on to worship his whole body. When I kissed his neck and down over his deathbat, a little sound escaped his lips and I fought back a whimper. Fuck, he was so sexy. He had his fingers already in my hair and I couldn’t wait for them to tighten in desperation later. I felt him up over his boxers and we both groaned.

Kissing over the masks, I moistened with anticipation--but took my time. Just as I pulled at the hem of the thin material left, he put a finger under my chin--raising it so my gaze met his impatient green eyes.
He husked out, “Do you want a condom? I have, um, I have multiples.”
Well that explained the condoms plural.
I grinned seductively, “No.” And then his boxers were gone.

It was beautiful.

True, I hadn’t gotten any cock in a seriously horrifically long time, but damn. You always hope the guy you’ve been dreaming about is packing, but there’s no way it could live up to…..

But it did.

I guess I wouldn’t necessarily call it packing. It’s not like it was enormous. But it was pretty. It all added up to a full on glorious presentation--all of it just right. Long and thick, he leaked onto his lower abdomen--already hard and flushed a frustrated red.
Wrapping my fingers around it, I kissed at his V--making him twitch. I switched hands so I could do the same to the other side of the V and he moaned quietly.

“Violet--”
“Shhh, baby, I’ll get there.” I purred from the glorious V. He wasn’t looking at me, though, his head already tilted back as his body writhed a little. Still watching him, I licked at the pre-cum dripping from his head. He made more wonderful noises and I licked my lips at how good he tasted.
Instead of continuing slowly, though, I went full on Violet and swallowed his cock all at once--holding onto the backs of his thighs when they instinctively bent around me.

“Holy fuck--” Zacky breathed out and I couldn’t help but moan around him. His breathing picked up and for the love of god, the noises. Little pants and strings of words that didn’t make sense, and moans. Jesus, the moans. He was getting so worked up I raised a brow. Was he about to come already?

“Oh, god, Violet--I’m gonna come--”
Well that answers that.

I always knew I’d swallow, despite not having any idea what his load would be like. But there it was. I almost came myself as he arched high off the bed and moaned even louder, hands in my hair and salty thick fluid gushing into my mouth. There was a lot, but nothing I couldn’t handle.

Victoriously, I rode it out with him to make sure he was done and sat up--straddling him and kissing his neck again.
“Sorry, baby, it’s been way too long since I’ve had that done to me...and you...jesus christ. It’s been even longer since someone swallowed me like that. Fuck.”
I giggled as our eyes met. Violet took charge, playing with a strand of his hair, “You wanna keep going?”

“Fuck yes.” He pulled me into his arms and crushed my lips to his. Reaching over for a condom, he slipped one on as we kissed. As he pulled away and looked up at me, Zacky guided me onto him, slipping inside me only part way. I bit my lip and my cheeks flushed even more. Even though his lashes fluttered a little, he kept my gaze.

Fuck, this was so extremely intimate--yet it felt really natural.

“Z-Zack--” My voice was wavering, the feeling of him spreading me open way too overwhelming. It had been so long.
“Shhh, baby, I know…” He leaned up and kissed my neck, careful not to push up farther into me. I paused and tried to breathe, giving myself a minute to adjust to him. Finally moving, I worked a little up and down before pushing the rest of the way down his shaft. My whole body tensed and I collapsed into his arms, burying my face in his neck as I cried out, coming as I moved my hips a little.

“Oh, jesus, Vi--”

I felt his hand go into my hair as he raised my lips to his, kissing me fervently as he rolled his hips with mine--neither of us able to hold back. He felt endlessly incredible--pleasuring me in so many different ways. From inside me, from his lips on mine, from his hands on me.

Gaining a little more confidence, I broke the kiss and braced my hands against his chest, bouncing a little quicker. Zacky palmed one of my breasts and gently suckled at the other nipple. When I moaned, he sucked a little harder--looking up at me.
“Harder--” I whimpered and he nipped at it, teeth catching perfectly. I yelped and came in his lap, sighing and smiling as I slowed to a stop.

Zacky smiled, nuzzling my neck as his hands roamed over my body, “Fuck, that was so sexy, Violet.” When I made to move, he stilled me, running a thumb over my cheek as his sparkling eyes met mine, “Just kiss me.”

Oh, jesus. Every word he said was perfect. My skin buzzed, alive with the moment--everything even better than I could’ve ever imagined.

Our lips met and he held my face gently in both hands before moving one down to cup a breast, and then behind me to grab my ass. Then he just stopped and looked up at me, leaning back against the headboard and piles of pillows. His deep green eyes searched mine and that amazing smile creased his cherub cheeks, “How are you this amazing?” He fucking blushed, “You’re interesting, educated, a musician, you work on your own muscle car, and you’re hot as fuck.”

I turned bright red and frantically searched for words as I was doted on by the rock star, who was still rock hard inside me as he looked me over. Smiling back cutely at him, I finally answered, “Look who’s talking, Vengeance. You’re a piece o’ work yourself. It should be illegal to be your kind of sexy. Eyes and lips and that fucking attitude,” I grinned wide, “So mouthy.” I then giggled as he blushed further, lowering his eyes before making himself raise them again. My look turned more teasing as I barely moved my hips, “Then there’s this.”



He choked out that embarrassed laugh and I gave him a moment before running my fingers over his close cut beard, “In all seriousness, Zack. You’re an artist, in so many ways, and I’ve always loved that about you.” His gaze met mine and he was speechless, but actually took the compliment without blushing or laughing.

After searching my eyes for a second, he responded firmly, “Thank you, Violet.”
Zacky pulled me down to his lips again, kissing me as he pressed me onto my back--immediately rolling his hips and deepening the kiss like I had just pushed all his buttons.
“God, you feel good--” He grunted as heated kisses were firmly planted over my neck and shoulder.
“Zacky--” I held onto his shoulders and brought my knees up--wrapping my legs around his waist so I could dig my heels into that fine ass of his. He went deeper and faster and euphoria surrounded me. Raising up on his hands to fuck a little harder, his thickness threw me over the line. My moans edged into crying and I clenched around him, biting hard at my lower lip to keep myself from downright screaming. His hips stuttered and he made that beautiful face again as he came with me.



Slumping over me, the sexy rhythm guitarist mumbled into my ear in the afterglow and for a moment I thought that might be it--which would’ve been hella fine with me. It was already so good. There was a soft fuck and wow in my ear before he pulled away enough to look at me again.

“Don’t worry, baby. It ain’t over.”
I couldn’t help but grin and raise both brows in surprise, “You serious?”
“Yeah,” He ran his talented fingers down my side, “Unless you want it to be over.”

When his lips went up into that gorgeous smile again, all I could do was shake my head. His eyes lit up with mirth as he pulled out, threw the used condom away, and grabbed another one.

Rolling me onto my side, back to him, Zacky cuddled up behind me as he put it on. His lips moved over my shoulder as found me from behind and slid all the way in. I moaned from the delicious angle. Gripping my hip, he started thrusting right into my g spot as I raised my knee a little. Embarrassed at how much noise I was about to make, I stuffed one of the pillows to my face as I sobbed in pleasure. I arched my back, knowing it would give him a show of both my ass and tits as well as give him a better angle to get deeper inside me. Which seemed to be all I wanted in the whole goddamn world at the moment. All that mattered was him slamming into me as I hovered in a state of god this is so good I am definitely going to die.

This time his strokes were deep but smooth--seemless as he moved in and out of me.
“Zack--”
“Go on, baby, let go. No one else can hear you, but I wanna hear you--”
I pulled the pillow away and cried out in release as he pressed into me and held himself there. As it washed over me, I leaned back into his embrace as he encouragingly cooed in my ear .

“You just gonna keep on doing that?” ZV laughed lightly as he kissed just under my ear.
“If you keep doin’ that, yeah…” I mumbled. I was getting strung out, useless, lost in the feeling. Reminding myself that I had to be unforgettable, I shook myself out of it--forcing my body to will itself to take control again. I pulled off him and turned around, “So how many do you have?”
“More than enough.” He smirked. Alrighty then.

In one swift movement, I had pushed him onto his back and straddled him backwards. It was showtime.

Sinking down onto his erection in reverse cowgirl, I used my legs to start riding him--hands in my own hair. Curling my hips at the same time as I used my legs, I could hear Zacky choke on a breath behind me and it only egged me on. Moaning as I went faster, I called his name and might have worked it a little harder than I had to.
“Christ, woman--oh, god--”

Peeking over my shoulder, I got an eyeful of absolute heaven. I had wondered why his hands weren't on me, and I now saw that it was because they were clenching handfuls of sheets as I could tell he was fighting not to come. His face was scrunched up into a hard wince as he bucked up into my rhythm.
I waited for my moment, and when slits of green eyes barely opened to look up at me, I gave him the sexiest look I could, smirking, “Come, Zack.”



And then he did--the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life or my dreams. A gutteral, yet high noise erupted from his throat as he gave one last thrust up, erupting into me as he shook--arching back into the pillows, his hands also reaching back into them. Zack’s jaw tightened as he came, before falling slack as I rode out his aftershocks.

It was the most fun in bed, in life, that I’d ever had. For once, I really felt like myself
and fully confident in being so. He made me feel amazing and apparently I had the same effect on him. Making him come was the best feeling in the universe. Climbing off, I laid next to him trying to catch my breath as he did the same.

Once again throwing away the condom and getting another one, he looked over at me as he slid it on--the light in his eyes making me pause and my heart flutter, “I wasn’t going to do this next, but since we’re pulling out the game changers already.”

Suddenly, I found myself on all fours bracing my hands on the bed. Teasing himself over my entrance first, he then stuffed me fully before rocketing away.

“How’s that feel, baby?” The lefty breathed out heavily.
I could only moan out as he pounded into me, suddenly not so put together. His fingers tightened so hard at my hips, I was secretly hoping they left bruises.

I’d never had anything so deep inside me as he was right now. I couldn’t help but lean back into it as I fought to stay upright. Nothing else mattered at the moment--not my past or his, not the present, not the implications of what we were doing, not tomorrow. Zacky was all over the board, covering all his bases--sweet, rough, smooth, hard….I think I came again but I was so lost in everything I wasn’t sure. I must have though, and that’s why he was leaving me again, gently turning me over onto my back and kissing me.

Climbing off the bed, he pulled at my ankles--grinning at me--until I was at the edge of the bed. The guitarist lifted my ass and put a pillow underneath me and I couldn’t help but bite on my finger and whimper. This was about to get real.

Once again he was over me, going back to the slow and sensual kiss that knocked the wind outta me. When he pulled away, there was teasing yet shy look in his eyes as he moved a stand of hair away from my face. He was clearly giving me a break as he kissed my cheek and back below my ear with those pillowy soft lips. Zacky looked at me again, face close to mine as he asked softly, “Can you take me like this? I know it can be….tough.”

He so obviously meant ‘my wife doesn’t let me do this her’ but was holding that back.
I flushed, bit my lower lip, and nodded--absolutely unable to form words.

Honestly, I was a little nervous at how good it was going to feel. I hadn’t been in that position in a very long time--because it was tough, and I had to be nice and worked up first and some people just couldn’t be bothered to do that.

Not Zacky, though. He’d worked me up better than anyone ever had in my life.
“This is gonna be my last, baby…” He mumbled into my neck as he started slow--rolling his hips from where he was before standing up. Every time he called me ‘baby’ I felt all the things inside I knew I shouldn’t--of being his, of being the one he came home to. I knew he wasn’t doing it on purpose, though, so I just drank it in and welcomed his lips on mine.

Then he stood up.

It was slow at first, but so intense I could barely take it. I could feel the head of his cock slide over that little piece of heaven inside and I choked on a breath--my whole body flushing with how good it was.

“Z-Zack--oh god--” I whined, arching back as he sped up a little. He smiled down at me as I peeked up at him. Wanting to make it good for him, too, I massaged my breasts and pushed them together and caught the little bite of his lip as his eyes darkened.

The view from where I was on my back was just as good as the one he was getting. Those skilled, tatted hands held my knees up and apart as he perfectly thrust into me--his whole body on display. It had broken out in a slight sheen of sweat and he raked his fingers through his hair when some fell in his face. His tongue flicked out over his bottom lip as he looked me over.



A hoarsely whispered fuck, Violet escaped his lips as I continued to completely lose it. The intensity was multiplying so fast where he was stroking into me, I yearned deeply for release and didn’t want it to end at the same time. I was basically sobbing and screaming at this point, but I could tell he liked it as he gave me a deep ‘yeah, baby’. His thrusts became deep and quick and I waited as the apex neared.
‘Oh, baby--’
Zacky started that beautiful wince again and I knew we’d come together.

“Fuck, Violet--I’m gonna come, baby--” He stuttered as he broke down into shallow, fast strokes. I gave one last yelp followed by a bunch of sobs as I clenched hard down around him, milking his finish into me.

Vengeance crashed those beautiful lips onto mine and it all ended in a desperately deep kiss. His body slumped onto mine and for moments on end I just held him, hands soothing over his back and his hair as we came down together. Our breathing eventually returned to normal and both of us knew we didn’t want to move, the moment highly intimate with him still softening inside me.

Eventually I got satisfied, bright green eyes looking back at me. He softly touched my cheek, “Good?”
I chortled. “Vengeance, don’t ask me to put any words to what just happened…”
He seemed to like that answer and eased out of me, throwing away the condom again.

Zacky slipped on his boxers and sat back on the edge of the bed as I pulled on my underwear. They were embarrassingly useless, so I just took them back off.

“You have anywhere to be?” He asked softly.
“No.” I smiled. Thank fucking god. I wouldn’t be of any use to do anything for hours.
“Me, neither.” So he climbed under the sheet and patted the space next to him. After excusing myself to the bathroom first--yearning to clean myself up--I settled next to him, head on chest as he held me.

“Your ink is beautiful, ya know…” I mumbled, “So bright. And the green matches your eyes.” Okay, tone it down, girl. Jesus.
He chuckled, “Thanks.” He kissed my hair, making my heart flutter again. Fuck, he was being way too affectionate, but I wasn’t about to stop him.

I finally looked up at him, “Um...where are they, Zacky?”

He cleared his throat, “She, um, took him to see her parents for the day. They’ll be back later tonight. I know her, she’ll wait until he’s asleep to put him in the car cause it’s like an hour and a half from here….” His eyes fell, “I knew she did it just to get away from me...even though I’m only home for a couple weeks…” His tone was so sad it broke my heart and of course made me feel worse that I sure wasn’t helping--at least in the long run.

“Wh-what’s really going on, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“I think at this point you can ask me whatever you want, Violet,” A sad smile crossed his face, “Touring is hard...I’m not really sure if it’s that or not, but it’s like I don’t know her anymore. There’s this chasm in between us, which leads to no sex, which makes my eyes and my dick wander….”
“I’d understand if you’ve done this before, Za--”

“I haven’t. I wouldn’t blame you, honestly, if you don’t believe me, but I really haven’t. I’ve actually never cheated, not on my wife anyways. Back in our twenties I did on Gena several times, but we were high and drunk all the time. But even when I met Meaghan, we waited until I was officially split with Gena…we had a moment of closeness when we had sex my first night home several nights ago, but out of nowhere, she was distant again the next morning...that led to my going to the bar in the middle of the afternoon days later...”

I wasn’t sure if I should feel complimented or horrified, but he made me feel a little better by kissing my forehead and hooking a finger under my chin, raising my eyes to his beautiful green ones again, “Don’t feel bad, Violet. Remember the lyrics,” He glanced at my arm, “This can’t happen again, it doesn’t mean I regret it. We seized the moment and it was mind blowingly amazing, but it is what it is. I don’t want you to feel guilty. I chose this and it’s my choice to make.”
“Well it was mine, too…” I mumbled.
“But you’re the single one. It’s not your responsibility to make my moral decisions. Just...promise me you’ll never regret this?” His eyes met mine and I swallowed hard. No matter how I felt about the morality, how could I ever really regret it?
I grinned wide, hoping to lighten the mood, “Never, Zacky.”
He grinned back, “Good.” Touching my cheek again, his eyes lightened with the mood, “Now what about you, my little runaway?”

My eyes widened as his smile did, at just how adorable he was. Clearing my throat a little, I lowered my lashes, flashes of who I used to be running through my head, “It started a few years ago. I went off the pill, which I’d been on for like 15 years, and it completely changed me. I went back to being who I was when I was younger, like early college years. I became more confident, my taste in music even changed and that’s when I started listening to even more of your music. I always liked a lot of the City of Evil and self-titled stuff, but as I got married and moved and got swallowed by college, I hadn’t really heard much past that. So I ate up all the music since then and it got me into a lot of other stuff. I guess the hormone change upped my testosterone levels, so I’m a little more aggressive and a lot hornier,” I smirked a little sadly, “I’ve always had a high sex drive, but now it’s like crazy town. Your music is also kinda what I turned to so I didn’t cheat. It always makes me feel better. But, long story long, I finally became who I’m supposed to be and that person is Violet, and she doesn’t take shit.” When I met his eyes again, he was looking at me sideways, brows up and seemingly impressed, I guess.



“Wow. Was he, like, abusive?” His tone darkened.
“No, not really. He just wasn’t good to me. He could be sweet, but when he was mean it was just not called for. And once I changed, we had nothing in common anymore. He’d make fun of me for listening to you guys and when I got the tattoo, it was kinda the last straw,” I beamed, “So I left him and that stupid town behind and moved here.”
“Damn, Violet. That takes balls.”
“I take offense to that. I’m a strong woman, I don’t need balls.” I put my nose in the air and he laughed cutely. The lefty tightened his arms around me and his eyes went soft, “Now why would anyone treat you like that? You deserve a Queen’s treatment.”

I would’ve given anything in the world to fall into those eyes right then. He was just too much.

“Zack…” My lashes lowered, “Ya gotta stop...you’re like...romancing me.”



He laughed that cute laugh with his tongue up against his front teeth, “Sorry. I just can’t imagine having you around and treating you like anything else but amazing.” He raised my chin again so I had to fall into those green eyes. This was just mean. I snuggled into his chest again to get away from the dancing green orbs, my following words a little shaky and quiet.

“You...do want to end this, though, right?”

I heard him pause and exhale sadly, “Yes, baby.” There it was again. Fucking christ.

He stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head, “This can’t be an affair, Vi...I just...really enjoyed this time with you, and I don’t just mean the sex. I can’t start something with you because I can’t leave my little boy. And that’s definitely where this would lead, I’m afraid. You’re way too interesting and we have way too much in common. I’m sorry if I’m leading you on or whatever, but I wanted so badly to have this, even if it’s all we ever have…”

He said all this into my hair as he held me and I dared not look up at him, but just closed my eyes and let his words soak in. I’d never been so happy in my whole life and I wanted to make sure I enjoyed our waning moments together…

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Notes

Excuse me while I go cry in a corner. Just. Wahhhhhhh.

*thanks to Ghost for me saying things like "hella fine with me"

*yeah, this is my actual favorite position and yes it will always be that in my fics, I think we're all okay with it, tho.....
*the 'little piece of heaven' bit? *laughs like a dork* whatever.

Thanks for reading, lemme know whatcha think!!