the Zac / Ivey chronicles - part 1 of 5
I know it’s been ages since I last posted and it’s been even longer since I last posted any fanfiction, so I don’t know if anyone’s still reading this journal. But, I was reading through some old stories that I wrote, most of which were completely awful, when I came across a one-shot that I wrote a couple of years ago, which was actually pretty decent and it was simply begging me to write more. I always had a vague story line in mind, but at the time I felt like I couldn’t write it the way I wanted to and now I’m glad I didn’t, because that story line was just as awful as some of the fics I wrote then. Anyway, few weeks ago I started writing a second part to the story and from there it all came together. It’s now a five-part piece and I’m pretty pleased with how it turned out, so I thought I would share it. I hope someone’s still interested in reading it.
genre: drama, romance
pairing: Zac / Ivey (OFC)
point of view: Iveypart: 1 of 5
rating: 12+
word count: 1335
Even as I started to regain consciousness a part of me believed I was still dreaming. It was impossible for the feeling of those soft warm lips against the skin of my neck to be real. And yet I knew they were. The heat spreading through my body was too real to only be a dream and my heart thumped a little louder at the realization. After all the nights I had dreamed about this I could barely believe that it was really happening and I wanted nothing more than to surrender myself to him. But I couldn’t and I knew this, but even though I knew this it took me a lot longer to pull away from him than it should have.
“Don’t,” I muttered weakly, but he didn’t listen. Instead he brought his lips back to my neck and continued his trail of butterfly kisses that made my skin goosebump with pleasure. It felt incredible. Better than I anything I had ever dared to imagine. Better than anything I had ever felt before. But it was still wrong and once again I pulled away reluctantly. I slipped out of bed this time and quickly slipped on the robe I had dropped on the ground earlier that night.
I turned back to face him and his brown eyes looked at me almost desperately.
“Don’t tell me you don’t want this,” he said in nothing more than a whisper.
I sighed softly and took a careful seat on the edge of the bed. “I do want this and you know that, but we can’t,” I answered.
“Why not?” He asked. Though it was a question we both knew the answer to. I was ready to tell him again, but the words never left my lips. He had moved closer again and his hand moved softly across my cheek. I should have pulled away again, but I didn’t this time. I longed for his touch as much as he longed for mine and he was gladly taking advantage of it.
“Because,” I finally brought out in a stutter. It was all I could manage as his thumb rubbed gently over the soft skin of my cheek and his brown eyes stared longingly in mine.
That’s when he kissed me for the first time.
I know I should have pulled away. I know I should have stopped it right there, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. The minute his lips had touched mine all reason slipped from my mind and I could do nothing other than kiss him back. His kisses were soft and tender and they resolved more and more of the little bit of resistance I had left. Soon I was like jelly in his arms, kissing him back with a passion I had never felt with anyone before.
How could this be so wrong and so right at the same time?
His lips parted and he softly sucked my bottom lip between his. A moan of approval left my mouth without my permission and my hands slid across his bare chest without a second thought. His arms wrapped around my waist in response and he pulled me closer before gently laying me down on the bed. My head sank back into the pillow as our lips stayed connected in the kiss they’d been waiting for for so long.
The weight of his body rested comfortably on top of mine and it only made me want him more. Even as his hands started to work the robe from my body I had no intention of stopping him. Every last piece of me was longing for him and the heat of our kiss told me he was feeling very much the same. We’d both been longing for this for so long and it was overwhelming now that it was really happening.
His hands slid under my tank top and over my bare sides sending a wild fire through my body as our lips continued the intimate dance they were involved in. My legs spread slightly and he thankfully settled down between them. It felt like he belonged there and my hips automatically moved up to meet his. His moved back into mine and my fingers dug into the soft skin of his back as a quiet moan spilled from both of our lips.
I was completely lost in the magic of the moment. Every move of his lips, his hands, his hips had me sliding further and further away from reality. It was like I was soaring; weightless and carefree, and I wanted it to last forever.
But it ended too soon. It always ended too soon.
His hips dipped into mine again and a loud gasp escaped my lips as I felt his hardness brush against me. He must have been in this state for a while, but I was only now realizing it and it burst the magical bubble like a needle deflating a balloon. I tried to stop the air from escaping, but the damage had been done. My conscious was gaining territory and I couldn’t push it back. I suddenly felt dirty and ashamed and I pushed him away from me for the third time this night.
I crawled back of the bed and kept a safe distance from him as I secured the robe tightly around my body. He looked at me desperately as he let himself drop down on the bed.
“You’re married,” I said softly. It was the too late response to his earlier question.
“I love you. Not her,” was his answer and I had no doubt he meant it.
“I know, but that doesn’t change anything,” it hurt to say these words.
“When I’m with Kate all I can think about is you. I want you Ivey,” his voice was soft, almost pleading and it was incredibly hard for me to turn him down, because I wanted him too.
“I know,” I said softly, “but I don’t want to you to be the guy that cheats on his wife. And I don’t want to be the girl responsible for it.”
“It’s my choice,” he murmured as he got off the bed and moved closer to me.
I moved away. I had to be strong now. “It’s my choice too. And I choose not to,” tears were burning in my eyes as I said the words.
He swallowed thickly and moved towards me again and this time I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I didn’t have enough strength left and I hoped with all my heart that he wouldn’t take advantage of it.
“I wish things were different,” he said softly.
“So do I,” I agreed quietly.
And then he kissed me again.
Softer and more tender than he had before and my arms wrapped tightly around his neck as his wrapped securely around my waist. Every fiber of me knew it was the last kiss we would share and I couldn’t stop my tears from falling. I couldn’t tear my lips away from his and we stood there, kissing like that, for a long time, until he broke away.
His cheeks were tear-stained too, but he didn’t bother to wipe them away. Instead he rubbed his thumb across my cheek to wipe away mine.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered and he kissed my lips one last time before he left my room through the door that connected mine to his.
My entire body ached in a way it never had before and the only thing I could do was crawl back into the bed and cry. Why did doing the right thing have to hurt so much? It shouldn’t have to be so hard. Love shouldn’t have to be so complicated and it wouldn’t have been if things had been different, but they weren’t. He was the forbidden fruit and I was Eve. I guess I deserved the pain for having a taste of it. I only hoped it wasn’t enough to condemn me for the rest of my life.
genre: drama, romance
pairing: Zac / Ivey (OFC)
point of view: Iveypart: 1 of 5
rating: 12+
word count: 1335
Even as I started to regain consciousness a part of me believed I was still dreaming. It was impossible for the feeling of those soft warm lips against the skin of my neck to be real. And yet I knew they were. The heat spreading through my body was too real to only be a dream and my heart thumped a little louder at the realization. After all the nights I had dreamed about this I could barely believe that it was really happening and I wanted nothing more than to surrender myself to him. But I couldn’t and I knew this, but even though I knew this it took me a lot longer to pull away from him than it should have.
“Don’t,” I muttered weakly, but he didn’t listen. Instead he brought his lips back to my neck and continued his trail of butterfly kisses that made my skin goosebump with pleasure. It felt incredible. Better than I anything I had ever dared to imagine. Better than anything I had ever felt before. But it was still wrong and once again I pulled away reluctantly. I slipped out of bed this time and quickly slipped on the robe I had dropped on the ground earlier that night.
I turned back to face him and his brown eyes looked at me almost desperately.
“Don’t tell me you don’t want this,” he said in nothing more than a whisper.
I sighed softly and took a careful seat on the edge of the bed. “I do want this and you know that, but we can’t,” I answered.
“Why not?” He asked. Though it was a question we both knew the answer to. I was ready to tell him again, but the words never left my lips. He had moved closer again and his hand moved softly across my cheek. I should have pulled away again, but I didn’t this time. I longed for his touch as much as he longed for mine and he was gladly taking advantage of it.
“Because,” I finally brought out in a stutter. It was all I could manage as his thumb rubbed gently over the soft skin of my cheek and his brown eyes stared longingly in mine.
That’s when he kissed me for the first time.
I know I should have pulled away. I know I should have stopped it right there, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. The minute his lips had touched mine all reason slipped from my mind and I could do nothing other than kiss him back. His kisses were soft and tender and they resolved more and more of the little bit of resistance I had left. Soon I was like jelly in his arms, kissing him back with a passion I had never felt with anyone before.
How could this be so wrong and so right at the same time?
His lips parted and he softly sucked my bottom lip between his. A moan of approval left my mouth without my permission and my hands slid across his bare chest without a second thought. His arms wrapped around my waist in response and he pulled me closer before gently laying me down on the bed. My head sank back into the pillow as our lips stayed connected in the kiss they’d been waiting for for so long.
The weight of his body rested comfortably on top of mine and it only made me want him more. Even as his hands started to work the robe from my body I had no intention of stopping him. Every last piece of me was longing for him and the heat of our kiss told me he was feeling very much the same. We’d both been longing for this for so long and it was overwhelming now that it was really happening.
His hands slid under my tank top and over my bare sides sending a wild fire through my body as our lips continued the intimate dance they were involved in. My legs spread slightly and he thankfully settled down between them. It felt like he belonged there and my hips automatically moved up to meet his. His moved back into mine and my fingers dug into the soft skin of his back as a quiet moan spilled from both of our lips.
I was completely lost in the magic of the moment. Every move of his lips, his hands, his hips had me sliding further and further away from reality. It was like I was soaring; weightless and carefree, and I wanted it to last forever.
But it ended too soon. It always ended too soon.
His hips dipped into mine again and a loud gasp escaped my lips as I felt his hardness brush against me. He must have been in this state for a while, but I was only now realizing it and it burst the magical bubble like a needle deflating a balloon. I tried to stop the air from escaping, but the damage had been done. My conscious was gaining territory and I couldn’t push it back. I suddenly felt dirty and ashamed and I pushed him away from me for the third time this night.
I crawled back of the bed and kept a safe distance from him as I secured the robe tightly around my body. He looked at me desperately as he let himself drop down on the bed.
“You’re married,” I said softly. It was the too late response to his earlier question.
“I love you. Not her,” was his answer and I had no doubt he meant it.
“I know, but that doesn’t change anything,” it hurt to say these words.
“When I’m with Kate all I can think about is you. I want you Ivey,” his voice was soft, almost pleading and it was incredibly hard for me to turn him down, because I wanted him too.
“I know,” I said softly, “but I don’t want to you to be the guy that cheats on his wife. And I don’t want to be the girl responsible for it.”
“It’s my choice,” he murmured as he got off the bed and moved closer to me.
I moved away. I had to be strong now. “It’s my choice too. And I choose not to,” tears were burning in my eyes as I said the words.
He swallowed thickly and moved towards me again and this time I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I didn’t have enough strength left and I hoped with all my heart that he wouldn’t take advantage of it.
“I wish things were different,” he said softly.
“So do I,” I agreed quietly.
And then he kissed me again.
Softer and more tender than he had before and my arms wrapped tightly around his neck as his wrapped securely around my waist. Every fiber of me knew it was the last kiss we would share and I couldn’t stop my tears from falling. I couldn’t tear my lips away from his and we stood there, kissing like that, for a long time, until he broke away.
His cheeks were tear-stained too, but he didn’t bother to wipe them away. Instead he rubbed his thumb across my cheek to wipe away mine.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered and he kissed my lips one last time before he left my room through the door that connected mine to his.
My entire body ached in a way it never had before and the only thing I could do was crawl back into the bed and cry. Why did doing the right thing have to hurt so much? It shouldn’t have to be so hard. Love shouldn’t have to be so complicated and it wouldn’t have been if things had been different, but they weren’t. He was the forbidden fruit and I was Eve. I guess I deserved the pain for having a taste of it. I only hoped it wasn’t enough to condemn me for the rest of my life.