Author: To_Kiss_A_Frog
Rating: ADULT/MATURE
Disclaimer: Don't own anything you recgonize
Summary: After just getting out of a relationship, Zan doesn't expect to get back into one so soon but finds himself changing his mind when he meets up with a girl he's known her entire life. No relationship is perfect, things happen and people change and when a situation happens, threatening to tear them apart, they have to have faith in one another to find their way back home.
"Hello?"
"It's me, I totally need you right now"
"What happened?"
"I'm meeting his parents tonight and I have no idea what to wear or how to act or... anything, you have to help me."
"Listen to me, money is not everything, it doesn't mean that one person is better than another, just remember that okay? But yes, i'll help you, whatever you need, i'm there for you."
"You are so the best person in the world! Okay, how about I pick you up because... well because I'm pulling up to your driveway now so would you please come outside and get in?"
"How convenient...fine, I'll be right out"
"Bye"
"Bye"
~&~&~&~&~&
"What about this one?" Isabel asked, holding up a light blue floral pring sundress while she stood in the only empty spot in the whole room while the rest of the floor was blanketed with discarded dresses, skirts, tops and slacks.
"Isabel, you need to calm down, it's just dinner, wear something you're comfortable in and I'm sure you'll look great" Daphne encouraged, glancing up from the book she was reading only to find a frown on her friend's face. "Okay... let's go over something first. Alex completely adores you, he always has and you seem to really like him, so nothing else beyond that really matters, not even whether or not his parents like your dress."
Sighing heavily, Isabel dropped down on the bed beside her best friend. "That's easy for you to say, your family is rich, you don't have to worry about some guy's parents thinking you aren't good enough or you're some gold digger," she exclaimed, falling back against the mattress. "What if they don't like me and make him stop seeing me?" she wondered.
“How many times have you spent the night at my house?” Daphne asked then.
“About a thousand” Isabel replied, “Why?”
“Do you remember coming downstairs and eating breakfast in your pajamas or lying all over the couch in face cream while we watched chick flicks with my mom or even the time we came back from shopping for your first date with Alex and dripping all over the foyer and up the stairs when we walked in because of that damn rain storm that showed up out of nowhere?”
“Yeah…” she answered, slowly, unsure of where this was going.
“Well you said it, my parents are rich, maybe even richer than the Whitmans and you did all of those things around them” Daphne pointed out, helpfully. “Money isn’t everything and not everyone that has a lot of it are snobs and mean, some of them are just as down to earth as the family that works hard at the same job every day, trying to make ends meet. You are what Alex likes, not your family or money or house or anything else, just you, so wear whatever you feel beautiful in and I’m sure he’ll agree.”
“Thanks Daffy” Isabel said, pulling the shorter girl into a hug. “You’re the best.”
“So get dressed, you only have…” she trailed off, looking down at her watch. “Twenty minutes until Alex gets here.”
That was enough to make Isabel jump up and grab something up off the floor, running to the bathroom to change before coming back out to put on her make up while Daphne stood behind her, tying the long blonde tresses up in an elegant twist that complimented the ivory dress she chose, perfectly. After fastening a pair of gold hoops to her ears, Isabel glanced at her clock with four minutes to spare.
“Oh shit, I just forgot…I’m the one that drove you here” Isabel remembered, eyes widening dramatically. “I’m sure Alex wouldn’t mind dropping you off on the way” she suggested, biting at the corner of her lip.
“I live in the complete opposite direction from Alex’s house” Daphne reminded. “But it’s no big deal, it isn’t that far away, I’ll just walk” she said, shrugging her shoulders indifferently, already reaching for her house keys which she’d dropped down on Isabel’s vanity table earlier.
“No” she said, shaking her head negatively. “Wait here real quick” she said, walking out of the room, dragging Zan back in a couple moments later. “Okay, here’s the thing, I’m supposed to meet Alex’s parents tonight but I was like really nervous and didn’t know what to wear and didn’t know how to act so I called Daffy and begged her to come over and I went and picked her up before we were even off the phone and we spent all this time figuring out what I would wear and she was such a big help but now Alex is on his way over and I just remembered that I picked her up and don’t have time to drop her off and she said she would walk but it’ll be dark soon and that’s a bad idea, don’t you think?” she said all at once.
“Breathe before you turn blue” Zan coached teasingly. “Now, in five words or less, what do you want me to do?” he asked, hands on her shoulders comfortingly.
“Take Daffy home for me?” she requested.
“See, breathing and actually making sense isn’t that hard to do” Zan said, smirking in that annoying older brother way before, releasing his hold and turning towards Daphne. “Ready?” he asked, reaching for Isabel’s keys.
“Uh huh” Daphne replied, accepting the thank you hug from Isabel before following Zan out, meeting Alex in the driveway on their way out.
“Hey Daffy” he greeted. “Zan”
“Bye Alex” they both returned, climbing into the old army jeep Zan drove. “So do I have to take you home right away or…” he trailed off suggestively.
“My dad had business in Tucson this morning and my mom went with him” she replied, letting the implication hang in the air, unable to help the smile that crossed her lips when he sped up a bit.
If anybody knew what was going on between them, they’d think they were crazy. Zan was twenty one and just coming out of a six month long relationship while Daphne was only seventeen and his younger sister’s best friend. They hadn’t meant for anything to happen, it had been purely coincidental that they’d even run into one another outside of the Evans home but once they did they spent the whole day talking, finding that they actually had a lot in common despite their age difference.
Daphne was a smart girl, she knew that even now, two weeks later, Zan was still unsure about what they were doing, mostly because he was concerned about hurting her but she assured him that it was just a fun thing for her like it was for him, no feelings involved since it really couldn’t go anywhere what with him in college at UCLA and her still attending private school in Las Cruces while living in Roswell. He just didn’t want either to get attached and neither wanted to hurt Isabel so they decided to just keep things quiet and continue only while both could look at it as something fun to do.
Pulling into her driveway, Zan cut the engine and waited to make sure this was what Daphne wanted, grinning when she grabbed his arm to pull him out through her side, barely giving him the opportunity to grab his keys.
The house was empty and so quiet without her parents around. Because she was away during the week, home only on weekends, her parents didn’t feel the need to have a maid or house staff around for the two of them so when they were gone, the house really was empty, something she was going to make the most of now.
Holding his hand, Daphne led the way upstairs and straight to her room, not bothering to turn the light on as they walked in. The room, large and spacious, was white with pale lavender carpeting and a plum comforter with accent pillows and curtains to match. Her desk was cluttered with papers and books she brought home for the summer and despite living there only part time, the room had a very comfortable and lived in feel to it.
Not wasting any time, Zan fused his lips together with hers, their tongues meeting as hands roamed hungrily over clothes. Slowly, he walked them backwards until the backs of his knees met the edge of the bed, dropping down against the soft mattress he brought her with him.
Taking advantage of their sitting position, Zan cupped her face in his hands as her body straddled his lap to accommodate the new seating arrangement. Once he felt her relax against him, Zan began running his hands lightly over her back, starting at the nape of her neck all the way down to the waist band of the small khaki shorts she wore, moaning slightly as her hips lightly grinded against his.
When she still didn’t protest to his wandering, Zan moved his hands forward, stroking her sides with the tips of his fingers, barely brushing up against the side of her breast along the way, eliciting an approving moan.
While Zan continued with his exploration, Daphne lowered her own hands, running them beneath his shirt over the rigged planes of his abs, feeling him groan into her mouth. Releasing his hold on her, he lifted his arms up when he felt her trying to push his shirt up relishing in the feel of her small hands that were now running over the bare skin of his chest and shoulders.
He wanted to keep kissing her but knew there was something he had to tell her first, before things got out of hand.
His arms still around her waist, hugging her to him, Zan buried his face in her neck as he whispered in her ear, “I want you so much but… if you say the word, we’ll stop, no questions asked.” Sincerity clear in his voice, meaning every word he said.
“I want you too” Daphne whispered back, nudging his gaze back her, wanting him to see the sincerity in her voice.
Without needing further encouragement, Zan returned his mouth to hers for a hungry kiss, their passion quickly escalating as their hands roamed over bare skin, wanting to get as close to the other as possible. Pulling her tank top up and off with his roaming hands, Zan groaned low in his throat at the sight of her exposed breasts, cupping the fullness of them in his palms.
“Hmm…Zan” she moaned as he ran the pad of his thumb over the stiffened peak of her nipple, repeating the action to hear his name on her lips again.
Pulling her back against him, Zan turned them over until he was lying above Daphne on the bed as he slowly started to slide her shorts down her hips, giving her plenty of time to stop him if she wanted, before pulling them all the way down the leanness of her legs, leaving only a small scrap of material to hide her from him. “You are so beautiful” he told her, his voice thick with lust as he trailed kisses from the base of her throat, across her collarbone and down to the full roundness of her right breast, swirling his tongue lightly over the aroused peak before pulling it into his mouth, sucking greedily.
The moans and sounds of pleasure she made were causing the straining erection in Zan’s pants to pulse uncomfortably, wanting to be released from its confinements and buried deep inside her.
Continuing his ministrations, he felt Daphne’s hands drift lower until they freed him from his jeans, dipping into his boxers to stroke him in a slow up and down motion that was slowly driving him crazy.
“Take these off” she panted, trying to push them past his hips. Zan lifted off the bed enough to help her until neither wore any clothes, completely exposed to one another. Zan continued his journey down Daphne’s body until he reached the juncture between her legs. Seeing no protestations in her eyes, he lowered his mouth, his tongue snaking out to lick her, placing his hands down on her hips when they tried to buck up off the bed at first contact.
Her moans spurred him as he continued to lick, suck and kiss her until she was writhing in ecstasy, calling out his name as she tumbled over. Crawling up until he lay beside her, he waited for her to open her eyes, wanting more than anything to keep going but unwilling to make her in any way, uncomfortable. Rather than answer with words, Daphne pulled his mouth down to hers, tongue instantly meeting his as they kissed, deep and hungrily. “I still want you” she said against his lips.
“I want you too” he added quietly but paused, needing to know one other thing before they went any farther. “Have you ever done this before?” he asked, not wanting to embarrass her but figuring he should know first.
“Once but it wasn’t that great” she admitted, honestly.
“Well let’s see if we can make this time better for you” he said, leaning over to grab his wallet, pulling a small foil packet from one of the pockets. Rolling the latex against his already straining member, Zan returned to his position between her legs, stroking her cheek lightly with his finger until she opened her eyes. “I want to see your eyes when I push inside you” he whispered, causing her to moan and the husky timber of his words
Zan lowered his mouth to hers, exploring her mouth thoroughly as he lightly rubbed the tip of his erection against her opening, swallowing her moans. Pushing a bit more insistently until he was all the way in and buried to the hilt. Unable to take the stillness, she began lifting her hips to his, causing Zan to groan in pleasure.
Knowing that she wanted this just as much as he did, he countered her movements, stroking deep inside her and loving the feel of how tight and wet she was. Slowly, he slid in and out, taking her mouth back in several lazy kisses until she began moaning each time he buried himself deep inside her. “Uh!” she panted, raising her hips to meet his every thrust.
“Baby, you feel so good” he whispered in her ear, raising one leg into the crook of his arm to get even closer, groaning at the sensations the new angle caused in both of them. Letting her responses guide his actions, Zan began to move faster, drawing closer to the end with each stroke as her quiet moans urged him on. Wanting to make this completely enjoyable for her, he lowered his hand to where they were joined and began rubbing light circles, causing Daphne to moan louder until she was writhing against him, calling out his name. Free to let go, with several powerful thrusts, Zan came, releasing a torrent of cum as he groaned low in his throat.
Rolling over, Zan took Daphne with him so she was sprawled across his chest and it was there that they both fell asleep.
~&~&~&~&~&
The bed beside him was empty when Zan woke up later that night. Looking over at the clock he realized he’d only been asleep for an hour but the sky was already dark outside the window. Grabbing his boxers and jeans, Zan went in search of Daphne, finally finding her close to five minutes later, sitting in the kitchen, and eating ice cream while she talked on the phone.
Standing in the doorway, he just watched as she talked, not wanting to speak up when he realized who she was talking to. “Okay, hiding yourself in the bathroom because of one little mistake is definitely not the way to go. Now, it’s like I said, Alex likes you for who you are to him, no other reason and if his parents don’t like you…well they can go to hell because you make their son happy, now go back out there and relax” she coached.
“I know…I love you to Isabel, now go, bye.”
“What’d she do?” Zan asked, startling Daphne enough that she dropped the spoon, the clatter echoing throughout the lonely house. “Sorry” he smirked, bending down to pick it up for her, finding himself wondering if she was wearing anything beneath the very short yellow bath robe.
“You want some?” she offered, holding the carton out.
“Thanks” he said, taking the spoon back, digging into the pecan praline. “So what happened with Isabel, why was she hiding in a bathroom?” he asked, amusement and obvious affection for his younger sister, shining in his eyes.
“She got nervous and knocked a glass over at the dinner table” Daphne replied, shrugging indifferently. “It just had water in it but she felt horrible and ran out of the room before anyone could say anything.”
“She worries too much about things that aren’t important” Zan commented, swallowing a spoonful before going on to elaborate. “I know that Alex doesn’t give a shit about the money his parents have, he likes Izzy, plain and simple but she’s gonna lose him if she keeps thinking about what he has” he stated, pointing out her unfounded insecurity.
“I don’t think she’s uncomfortable about being around someone that comes from a lot because she practically lives here with me, I think it’s more about her own thoughts of measuring up against some of the girls he dated in the past” Daphne admitted, having gotten that impression a few times before.
“What kind of girls does he date?”
“The girls at Fontaine Prep mostly” Daphne replied. “But I don’t think it’s a big deal, all those girls were mean and snobby and Alex is nothing like that, but I think Isabel feels…”
“Inadequate” Zan finished for her, having gotten the same impression. “She’ll be okay, she just still has a few things to learn, and…unfortunately, I have to go” he added, glancing at the clock against the back wall.
“That’s too bad, you sure I can’t…persuade you to stay?” she asked, teasingly, watching as his eyes darkened with desire at her tone.
Standing and pulling her up with him, Zan’s arms encircled her waist. “Since there was only one other time, I’m guessing you’ve never done it on a kitchen table, huh?” he asked, nipping at the skin of her neck as he pressed her close against him.
“No” she moaned, hearing the clatter of the spoon hitting the ground again before Zan placed his arms under hers, lifting her up onto the table. Unzipping his jeans and lowering them and his boxers enough to free himself he guided it straight to her, checking first to make sure she was ready before pushing in in one strong thrust, his eyes widening with the realization of what he was doing. “I forgot a…”
“Pill” she whispered wrapping her arms around his neck, hearing him groan in pleasure as he began moving. Daphne rested her head against his shoulder as he continued to pound inside of her, each move bringing them closer to the release they both desired.
One arm continued to hold her while the other hand tugged at the belt of her robe, parting the material far enough to dip his head down and pull a bouncing breast into his mouth, never ceasing his movements against her lower body.
Hearing her breathing become more ragged, Zan used both hands on her hips to hold her steady while he pushed in out and powerfully until he felt her let go, enjoying the way his name sounded against her lips as she moaned delightedly, her hips pushing back against his, trying to help him achieve his own release, nearly reaching bursting point before it shattered through him, causing a loud groan deep in his throat.
“You’re really good at that” she whispered as they leaned against one another, catching their breath.
Chuckling quietly at the comment, he raised her chin, lifting her mouth to his for a quick kiss. “I would definitely have to return the compliment” he replied. “And now I don’t want go” he groaned, lightly tugging on her hair when she laughed at him. “Well…I am going to be alone for the next three days, maybe you can come and visit me some time” she told him, innocently, feeling him twitch inside her, causing her to laugh even louder while he smiled against her neck, thinking he was going to enjoy his vacation this summer.
