Who's ready for a lazy/needy day with Zack and Thomas?! I feel like they deserve a fluffy chapter and you'll be able to learn more about them!

Happy Reading Lovelies.

Thomas' POV

After Zack and I unpacked all of our bags, we had immediately laid down for a nap, though my lover complained we were being lazy. I think the poor man is in for a big surprise, because if I live off of anything, it's naps. I'm slowly stirring awake, the soft gaze of the sun through the curtains kissing my eyelids as I try and come completely to consciousness.

I feel a weight on my chest, not too heavy, but enough for my eyes to begin to flutter open to figure out what is it. Squinting against the sudden light so that my eyes can adjust, my vision finally clears and imagine my amusement when I find my big, bad, dominant lover with his head laying on my chest pouting at me.

I try to reign in my smile, lips twitching as I take in his sad expression. "Hey, babe." I greet him, and his face lights up in a smile, the man obviously happy to see me awake.

"Kitten you're up! I've been waiting for you." He tells me and something makes me believe that with how his hormones are acting, he's probably being one hundred percent honest right now.

"Oh really?" I ask him, voice a little hoarse from my restful nap. "How long have you been waiting?" I ask him, my lips refusing to still their twitching as he shrugs his shoulders and his cheeks introduce a rarely seen pink.

"Not long. Just since you fell asleep." He tells me nonchalantly and I can no longer hold in my laugh. My body shakes, making his head bob on my chest as I express how much this suddenly clingy man amuses me. But as much as I'm laughing, I'll be the first to admit that it feels good to be dotted on so much. Being so cautious to make sure he doesn't over step any boundaries, he hasn't really expressed this side of himself, but now that I see it, I realize just how much I adore it.

"Why are you laughing at me?" He asks me pouting and I only shake my head in response. I go to sit up, my bladder not being able to take the humor but Zack holds me tighter a frown casing his face. "Where are you going?" He asks me clearly distraught at my choice to move.

"I have to go to the bathroom. I don't want to pee myself." I tell him and he begrudgingly let's me go. Taking my chance before he changes his mind, I head into the en-suite keeping the bathroom door open only a little to soothe him.

For once in my life, I'm glad I was the quiet type that went to class. I don't know how human high schools work but the amount of times that lessons from school happen in real life still boggles me. Since Ares is half Fearie he's going to be extremely clingy for the next couple of days but the Deamon side of him will be jealous and territorial. The best thing for us would probably be to spend some time together just inside my apartment so I don't risk him randomly finding a baseball bat and trying to kill all my friends.

After I'm done with my business, I go to wash my hands and look myself in the mirror. Just a week ago, I almost never did, hating how pale and the dead look in my eyes since all it did was remind me of how lonely I am. But looking now at my rosy cheeks, bright eyes and the newfound feeling and emotion there I feel amazing. All thanks to the soft bossy man that is currently waiting for my attention and affection.

Drying my hands, I shake my head at the irony. As much as he chokes me and throws me around the bedroom, he's the first one to ask for cuddles. Throwing away the paper towel, I open the door and even though I just went, I almost pee my pants once I see Zack waiting by the door.

"What the hell, Zack? You scared the shit out of me!" I tell him and he looks guilty, his tatted arm raising behind his head to rub it self consciously.

"Sorry, I was worried you might not come back." He tells me glancing up at me with those smokey gray eyes and I sigh, knowing this time for him is rough, especially with all his normal insecurities.

"It's okay, babe." I tell him and I walk out the door, closing it behind me as I walk past him, making sure to grab his hand and crawl back into bed, where he quickly follows. I curl on my side, Zack mirroring me so that we're facing each other, me on my right and him in his left.

"Hi." He tells me, staring at me in a way like he's never seen me before and it makes my cheeks burn hot, averting my eyes from his at the raw emotion in them.

"Hi." I answer back and his lips twitch up into a smile that makes mine do the same in response.

"I noticed something while you were sleeping." He tells me and I raise my eyes again to his, my eyebrow shooting up in question. One of his hands comes up to cup my cheek before his thumb smooths out my brow making me roll my eyes at him in pure adoration.

"What did you notice?" I ask him.

"I don't know that much about you. Like I know you like to sleep on the right side of the bed and I know you like to get choke slammed on the wall, but I don't know what your new favorite color is or even if your right handed." He tells me, and it's not the words that sends me into a laughing coughing fit, it's the way he says them so seriously with even a little crease in his brows as if so put out by the realization.

Once I settle down much to his confusion I finally respond to him. "I am left handed, babe. And what do you mean my new favorite color?" I ask him, that being the only part of that sentence that I didn't understand.

"Well it's obvious that your favorite color was gray before you met me, but you were dead, in a way, so it makes sense because you didn't have emotions. So now that you do, which color makes you feel something?"

"Well," I start, taking his question seriously. "It's not that I didn't feel emotion it was more like I felt an each of them but like down a tunnel. I got the general feeling of it but it wasn't concentrated like it is now. Gray is like that, every color can turn gray at some point, like an echo of the color so I guess that's why so many Vamps like it. Now though, I guess my favorite color is yellow."

"Yellow?" He asks as if the color has personally offended him by shooting him in his kneecaps. "Why yellow?"

"Not the bright obnoxious yellow. Not the golden yellow either, though that color looks amazing with Nysa's skin tone. I like soft yellow. To me it seems like the color of promises, renewal and newfound happiness." I tell him shrugging my shoulders and he nods.

"Okay I could see that." He says, one of his hands coming down to grip my hip, not in a possessive way or sexual at all. It's like he's anchoring himself to me to make sure I'm still here and that I'll stay here with him. And if he needs the physical contact to make sure I'm here, I'm happy to give it to him.

     "Tell me something embarrassing." I tell him, liking the idea of trying to get to know each other better, especially since I wasted three precious days with this man over pride and stupidity.

     "Hmmm." He hums in thoughts thinking back. He finally comes up with an answer, his cheeks painting that rare rosey color again as he answers. "For the majority of my life, I thought a pad stuck to the girls vagina." He tells me and I just stare at him. Just stare for a solid thirty seconds before I crack up laughing.

      "Wait!" I tell him gasping for breath at the words he just uttered to me. "You thought what?!"

     He groans, burial his face in the pillow, though his hands remains softly on me. "I didn't know okay?! I'm an only child and that's not exactly a conversation starter!" He whines and I shake my head.

     "Females are literally so open to educating men. If you would've asked them for help they would have told you." I tell him shaking my head in amusement.

       "What about you?" He asks trying to change the subject and I let him.

      "Well, one time, I got my dick stuck in a toilet tissue roll." I tell him, him without any shame, only finding the story amusing now that I can look back on it.

     Zack raises his head from the pillow and gives me the most confused looked I've ever seen. "Kitten how the hell did you do that?" He asks and I laugh before telling him the story.

      "One day I was bored, and I was in the bathroom having a concert and I saw an empty toilet paper roll. I don't know what was going through my head but the next thing I knew I was about to try and figure out if my dick could fit inside it. I was only semi hard, so I was able to get it in, though it was a tight fit. Then of course I had to fuck it up by getting hard and then I was stuck. I freaked out because I thought I was going to have a roll stuck in my cock for the rest of my life, so I cried. Then my roommate at the time told me to hop in the shower and just peel it off once it's wet. I avoided her for a month after that." I tell him with a shrug of my shoulders.

     Zack is laughing so hard tears are coming out of his eyes, his choked laughs turning into coughs as he tries to calm down. "Have you ever tried to do it again?" He asks and I scoff at the stupid question.

     "Of course I have, I just didn't panic this time." I tell him and he's gone once more. I just smile at my soft tough boyfriend in amusement, wishing everyone that was so scared of the big bad Ares could see him now.

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Thomas' story is a very true one that a former close friend of mine told me last year. I though I could raise your serotonin levels just a bit by sharing it. SOFT ZACK IS THE BEST PERIOD!

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