Zac
Zac was standing in the doorway, looking down on an awfully enticing bed.
Enticing for more than one reason, that was for sure.
His dressing gown dropped to the floor, yet it's landing seemed to make no sound at all. He walked to the end of the bed.
Faith
Faith's head lay on the pillow, lightly sleeping, but somehow she knew Zac was there. She sat up, seeing Zac in the doorway. She lifted her arm lazily, outstretched towards him.
"Zac," she breathed.
Zac
Zac stepped onto the bed and laid beside Faith. His hand took hers and he kissed her forehead.
"Faith."
Faith
Faith leant into his lips, then lifted her head to kiss him gently.
"I miss you."
She raised a hand and lightly traced his jawline.
Zac
Zac slipped his arm around her waist and kissed her hand.
"I miss you too," he replied. "I want you so badly..."
Faith
Faith wrapped her arms around Zac and leaned in for another kiss.
"I want you too," she whispered.
She lightly ran her fingers over his shoulders, moving closer to him, remembering the feel of every curve in his body.
Zac
Zac kissed her back, and then started kissing her neck. His fingers danced lightly over her skin and he pressed closer.
"I love you..."
Faith
Faith smiled as he kissed her neck. She pressed her lips to his cheek, his neck, his forehead, anywhere there was skin.
"I love you back," she replied, closing her eyes.
Zac
Zac entwined the fingers of one hand into her hair while the other continued to caress her body. He licked her lips and then sent his tongue in for further exploration.
Faith
Faith's arms went around Zac's neck, and she rolled over so she was on top of him. She kissed him back, losing herself within the emotions. One arm went slowly down his chest, almost painfully slow, stopping atop his waist.
Zac
Zac wrapped his arms further around her as if the idea of them being less than as close as possible meant certain death.
Ecstacy. This was all sheer ecstacy.
Faith
Faith lay in Zac's arms, somehow sensing this was probably wrong. She shook her head slightly, how could this be so wrong when it felt so right?
Her hand wandered down below his waist, and she let her fingertips glide over the insides of Zac's thights, slowly teasing him, and almost teasing herself by making them both wait.
"I hate being away from you," she murmured.
Zac
Zac moaned in delight.
"Being away from you is the worst kind of torture," he whispered.
And then they proceed to... well, c'mon, Zac and Faith in bed together? 'Nuff said!
Faith
Afterwards, Faith lay in Zac's arms, their fingers entwined together. She gazed at his face, the softness of his lips, the curve of his cheeks, the way his eyes reflected his soul. She reached up and kissed him, once, twice, three times, intensity growing with each new kiss.
She pulled away, breathless.
"I hate that you have to go."
Zac
"I want to stay here, forever, with you..." Zac breathed.
He closed his eyes, breathing in her scent, but when he opened them he found it was morning and he was in his bed at the mansion.
There was no denying the disappointment on his face.
"Just a dream..." he murmered. "All along, just a dream..."
Faith
Faith rolled over, smiling as she woke up.
To find Zac wasn't there.
She wanted to cry.
"I knew that was too good to be true..."