"Fine," he said, his voice muffled. "But we are making the most of it." He laid down on the bed and shifted her slightly so that she was lying beside him, her head resting on his chest. His hand found hers, intertwining his fingers with hers. "Let's just stay like this for a while," he suggested, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. His thumb stroked the back of her hand gently. "I am going to miss you when you are gone," he admitted quietly. "It's going to be fucking torture waiting until is see you again," he said with a sad face. "Aww, come on now. If you play your card right, this could be every weekend." Anna said playfully, hoping to cheer him up. Zacks eyes lit up at her words, "Every weekend?" he repeated, a wide grin spread across his face. "Fuck yes, I like the sound of that." He squeezed her hand tightly, his mind already racing with possibilities. "We could make it our thing," he said eagerly. "You come over on Friday, we spend all weekend in my room... Fucking, watching movies, smoking..." he pressed a quick kiss to her lips. "It will be perfect and maybe next time you can stay longer," he suggests hopefully. "Like... Monday morning?" He chuckled softly at his own eagerness. "I am already looking forward to it," he murmured, pulling her close for another kiss. "Me too," Anna said softly with a genuine smile. They fall asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning, after having cereal in bed, Anna says, "Tell me something about yourself. Something i don't already know." Zack thought for a moment, "Something you don't know?" he mused. A small smile played on his lips. "Well, not many people know this, but I used to write poetry." Anna looked up at him in surprise. "Poetry?" she repeated. He nodded, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "Yeah, when my mom... After she died, I started writing. It helped me deal with it." he said, looking away slightly. He cleared his throat, suddenly self-conscious. "It's stupid stuff," he added quickly. "Just feelings and shit." His gaze met hers again, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "You are the only person I have told," he admitted. "Wow, that's awesome. Who doesn't like a sensitive bad boy, who is in touch with his feelings." Anna said sweetly and kissed him on his cheek. Zack's cheeks flushed at her sweet words and the gentle kiss. "Shut up," he muttered, but there was no heat behind it. He pulled her into his arms on the bed and buried his face in her neck.
"You think I am a sensitive bad boy?" he asked, his voice muffled against her skin. "That's fucking lame." But despite his words, he didn't move away. He seemed to like the label, even if he wouldn't admit it. He lifted his head to look at her, his eyes soft. "Maybe I will write a poem about you," he said, a small smile playing on his lips. "About how fucking amazing you are." his hands slid to her breast, squeezing gently. "Or maybe I will just show you how much I like you," he murmured, leaning in to capture her lips in a deep kiss. "You could do both or better yet, write me a song. I saw you have a guitar..." Anna said suggestively and looks towards the guitar in the corner that's gathering dust. Zack's eyes widened at her suggestion. "A song?" he repeated, a slow grin spreading across his face. "You want me to write you a song?" he laughed, the sound low and husky. "You are really pushing my sensitive side tonight, aren't you?" But he seemed genuinely pleased by the idea. "Yeah, I could do that," he said, nodding slowly. "Something just for you." he pressed a kiss to her collarbone. "It will be a love song, about how much I want to fuck you all the time," he declared. His hand moved from her breast to her hip, pulling her flush against him. "Maybe I will even play it for you while I'm inside you," he suggested with a wink. "Oh, sexy,' Anna praised. "Musical flirting and amazing sex. Extra credit for creativity." She rubs up against him seductively.
Zack chuckled, his chest vibrating against hers. "Extra credit huh?" he said, his voice a low purr. "I like the sound of that." He shifted her onto her back, settling between her legs. "Well, I'm always happy to get extra credit," he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck. His hands roamed her body, caressing and squeezing. "Maybe I will write a whole album about you, our love story." he said teasingly. He captured her lips in a deep kiss, his tongue pushing into her mouth. His hips began to move against hers, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her. "I will serenade you while I fuck you, you will be my muse," he whispered against her skin. Slowly he starts peeling of her clothes, kissing her bare skin as he does "Oh, boy. My mom did warn me about artists," she said with a playful smile. "Next, I will be posing for you naked, while you try to paint me. Or you will paint on me naked. Slippery slope." Zack threw his head back and laughed, the sound rich and deep. "Painting you naked?" he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Fuck, that's a brilliant idea." He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips. "I would love to paint you," he murmured. "Spread out on my bed, completely bare... I could capture every curve, every inch of your skin." He takes off his shorts, leaving him naked. "But i think I would rather just fuck you while I paint," he said with a grin. "The motion of my hips would add to the artistry." He shifted his weight, pushing his cock against her entrance. "Maybe, I will even use some body paint," he suggested playfully. "Mark you up like a canvas." He trusts into her slowly, filling her completely. "You are my masterpiece," he whispered against her ear.