Whatever It Is, Pt. 3
Title: Whatever It Is, Pt. 3
Author: spattergroit
Rating: PG - hard R
Summary: **AU** Zach and Zoe have managed to stay roommates for years without temptations taking over their brain. Or at least, that's the lie they tell to everyone.
Disclaimer: I don't know Zoe Saldana or Zach Quinto, in fact, I don't even like RPF but there's something about these two that just drive me crazy and I can't help myself.
A/N: This is un-beta'd and probably needs some work.
Part One
Part Two
The ride back home in the cab was quiet and painful for the both of them. Zoë’s head was beginning to hurt and Zach was fuming at the lack of yet another opportunity to have this woman in his arms and the smell of draft coming from his shirt.
The cabbie had attempted humor and asked them, "Rough night?" with a hearty chuckle but when neither responded, he drove them in silence. When they finally made it to their apartment building, Zoë jumped out without a word, Zach paid the cabbie, and followed suit.
Making it all the way to the door in complete silence was a task for a woman like Zoë. She had these uncontrollable urges and points in her life to voice her opinion, even if no one wanted to hear it. Yet again, she was about to speak her mind with Zach and he looked too furious to communicate. Once again she had pulled away from his arms, albeit hesitantly.
So she popped her mouth close and nearly stumbled up the steps and into the building. Zach hadn't been far behind her and she left the door open for him. He caught the door and her hand slipped over his and they both froze. The slightest reaction was mind numbing.
The friendship had finally been compromised. Zoë’s own mother, bless her heart had told Zoë that Zach was in love with her, had been since they were kids and while Zoë shrugged it off, she can't lie and say she didn't dedicate time to thinking about what it would be like if they were in a relationship. The fact that Zach just didn't do relationships was always the one thing that killed that silly fantasy.
"Zach?" Zoë called after him when he headed towards his bedroom. She was half expecting him to ignore her and slam the door. Instead, he stopped in his doorway and slowly turned around.
"Hey, let's hurry this up because I've got beer on my shirt and now I'm starting to smell like stale beer."
He couldn't look at her when he wanted her so much. His long bout of denial had finally broken and a part of him was glad that the lease would be up in four months and that other part was dreading it.
"I'm sorry," she said softly.
For some reason, her apology had sparked some sort of unknown anger that had been settling his chest since she first introduced Keith to him. He hated that guy. Hated him.
"Don't apologize for something you want to do!"
Zoë frowned and she put a hand on her hip, "My boyfriend and I just broke up and not just twenty-four hours ago! I'm feeling very vulnerable right now."
Zach shook a finger at her and laughed. "That is so weak!" He laughed another dry laugh again and shook his head this time. "You keep telling yourself that, Zoë. You keep doing that! You said that the last time. If you have to say it yourself, then it's the biggest lie you're telling."
"What?! Oh, so that's you're counter argument!"
"Yes and I think it's complete bullshit. That guy didn't deserve you, none of those guys do."
"So you think you do?"
"Actually," he paused and his face fell just a bit and because Zoë had known him next to forever, she noticed it. "Actually, I don't. I wish I did and I want to, but I don't."
Zoë glared at him for a moment, trying to be angry at him. Fuck him for saying this now, he always had the worst timing. The anger she had attempted to push in his direction was the anger she only had with herself. She should have gone after him the moment she had a chance. Maybe he wouldn't hop from girl to girl. Maybe he could actually be in a relationship with her.
But before she could even weigh these possibilities out loud, he'd gone into his bedroom and closed the door.
And so, she did the same.
It was nearing four o'clock in the morning and Zach couldn't sleep. He heard George Jefferson's loud, boisterous voice on the television in the living room. That only meant one thing. Zoë was awake, watching reruns of The Jefferson‘s and probably eating that disgusting Coffee Bean flavored ice cream. He kicked the covers angrily off him and sat up in the bed.
This was ridiculous.
He pulled on an NYU t-shirt, still sleeping in his jeans and headed into the living room. He jumped over the couch from behind and plopped next to Zoë. She looked over at him and smiled.
He smiled back.
Good, so they were on good terms again.
It was one of the episodes they both liked. George was trying to impress some millionaire and he also had some relatives over for dinner. By the end of the episode, George had told that man off and where he could stick his big fancy hat and Zoë and Zach were both laughing so hart their cheeks hurt. She clutched her side and fell over so that her head bumped against the side of the couch. Zach leaned the other way and let out a low whistle.
"Man, I never get enough of George."
Zoë was silent now and she was no longer laughing.
Zach looked at her the television light reflecting off her face and he saw her cheeks glistening. Oh shit.
"Don't cry," he soothed, moving closer to her and lifting her up by the arm.
"I know" *sniff* "it's stupid" *sniff* "but I just - " her sniffs won over and Zach began to rub soft circles in the small of her back.
"It's not stupid. You're upset and you have every right to cry." He sounded like one of her girlfriends and it probably would have been disturbing if he hadn't done it so many times. He remembered the time she cried about possibly failing her class and he was there when all the girlfriends were out with their boyfriends.
He wiped her tears away with his knuckles and sighed. "Look, you'll be fine. I know you will. It always hurts like hell at first but then you move and you realize it's probably the best thing to happen for you."
She bit her bottom lip and smiled at him.
"I should have said yes when I had the chance, you know."
As if reading her mind, Zach said softly, "You always have a chance."
He cupped the side of her face and leaned in to kiss her. This time their kiss was not rushed or even a stolen moment. She responded, leaning in to his lips with her own and she wasn't pushing him away. He pulled back on the couch, pulling her close to him and she had somehow found herself straddling his waist. Taking advantage of having her here in his arms and so close to him, Zach pulled Zoë’s ponytail loose and her hair fell past her shoulders. He moved his hands up into her hair and gently pulled her face away from his. Zoë’s eyes were still closed and she let him take complete control, her chest rising and falling rapidly from the lack of oxygen from their kiss.
Zach planted soft semi-wet kisses along her neck and collarbone, taking his time to savor her. He kissed his way back up to her lips and they locked once more. She parted her mouth in a sigh and he took advantage and slipped his tongue in between her lips where it met hers and their tongues danced wildly. Zoë rocked her hips down over Zach's and he pulled back to groan, surprised at the immediate reaction he had to her hips.
They stayed that way until Zach couldn't control himself and he wasn't quite intending on making a mess in jeans. He had to lift Zoë’s slender hips up slightly and he was gasping for air.
Zoë opened her eyes and looked at him intently, moving a hand up into his hair to play with it.
"What is this?" She asked him.
Zach pulled himself and stood up from the couch. Zoë looked taken aback until he'd held out a hand and she took it and stood up and followed him into his bedroom.
She voiced that she was surprised at just how neat his bedroom was and he didn't reply as it was too difficult to think when all the blood had traveled south.
He turned around and pulled Zoë close to him and kissed her the way he'd kissed her in the club. It was hungry, greedy, and desperate. Zoë’s arms wrapped around his neck and their tongues now wrestled with one another. Lifting her, Zach turned and tossed her on the bed. He climbed on top of her and Zoë worked hastily at pulling his shirt up over his head and then to unbutton his jeans, albeit clumsily.
His lips had tried to kiss any part of her bare skin they could and when he realized that she was wearing way too many clothes, he pulled back so he was shifted on his knees and Zoë sat up with him and took off her halter.
The moment her breasts were bare to him, Zach cupped them in his hand and pushed her back down on the bed. She arched her back to him and getting the response he wanted, he shifted down in the bed so that he could unbutton her jeans. Once he'd gotten them down to her ankles, she kicked them off and he moved himself back over her, sinking down between her hips. With less clothing, it felt like heaven and he groaned each time his erection came in contact with the dip between her legs.
He leaned over the side of the bed to ruffle through his sock drawer for a condom and Zoë took this opportunity to kiss the back of his shoulder, his neck, the tip of his ears, anything her lips would find. Zach flinched underneath her lips and she smiled.
While he fidgeted with the condom, Zoë pulled off her underwear and leaned her bare body into Zach's back. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips to the side of his head.
He turned around and smiled at her.
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known."
Zoë laid down on her back and Zach hovered over her, fitting his hips back between hers. Zoë lifted a leg up so that it stroked Zach's side slowly and he clutched her thigh while using his other hand to guide himself inside of her. She kept her eyes on his as she gasped at just how good he felt inside her and Zach had attempted to keep his eyes open but faltered once he had begun his rhythm.
She lifted her other leg so that her legs were locked around his back.
"Please," she pleaded, having no idea exactly what she wanted but knowing that she wanted it.
Zach placed a hand on the side of her head and began to roll his hips into her, imitating the roll of her hips on the dance floor. The responses he received from her let him know that what he was doing was right. She was very responsive and he loved it.
She dug her nails into his back and demanded that he go deeper, harder, until she couldn't take it. Until she would explode and become nothing but everything he wanted. Her thoughts became a jumbled mess and she knew that it would be no regrets. No regrets because they both wanted this.
They both needed this.
And he complied to every request she made because in this moment, she was his and he'd make sure she never forgot it.
By the time they were nearing the end, Zoë’s hands had pressed against the wall behind her and Zach was digging his knees into the mattress with a determined grit to his teeth.
She cried out loudly and he growled, trying to hold back until eventually he broke. Zoë’s legs rocked higher and she pushed her backside off the bed and the sound couldn't even escape her lips. Zach collapsed on top of her and immediately rolled to his side.
After they'd cleaned up, they silently laid in the bed, their legs tangled and their hearts beating wildly in their chests.
Whatever this was, they would deal with it later. Right now, they would have this moment and take it as theirs.
TBC...?
**obviously**