Perfectionism in Pink | A Zombies FanFiction

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Zed had his fist in her hair and his other on her hip, holding her in place while his hips connected with her own at a delicious beat. She was bent over the desk and her hands grabbed onto the edge of it until her fingers went white while sounds of ecstasy flowed from her parted lips like a symphony.

"O-oh, Zed!" She cried out and the zombie went faster and harder causing the desk to squeak underneath them. With a grin, Zed leaned down and put his lips next to the girl's ear, enjoying how easily she fell apart with him.

"Come on, baby. Meet me at the finish." He turned her head so that he could watch her parted lips, hooded eyes flushed, and face a pretty pink stare right at him - almost through him. "Come on, Jett. Come on."

Zed's fingers pulled just enough to send her over the edge and the zombie joined her a little after. For a minute the couple stayed where they were before he pulled out and smiled softly at the brunette, brushing her hair from her face. 

"Zed?"

The zombie's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked down at his girlfriend, but Josephine wasn't talking. She was still looking at him lovingly in the after glow. 

"Zed, wake the fuck up you idiot. The bell rang!"

His eyes snapped open and he jolted up to see a scowling Josephine shouldering her backpack in front of him. They were in the same room his dream had been in, but Josephine was definitely not staring at him in the same way.

"Oi, freak? We gotta go, they put our next class all the way across the school and you've already wasted half of our time sleeping." 

"R-right." Zed stuttered out, shaking his head clear. He quickly got up and winced, he tried to hide it with his book bag, but it was too late.

"You sick fuck." Josephine called him out, turning around with a red face. "What kind of dream were you having?!"

Zed's face bloomed purple as the dream rushed back, making his boner even harder. "Y-you go ahead, I'm going to go, uh... bathroom."

Josephine nodded stiffly and risked a glance back at the zombie, but her face flushed an even deeper red. "I-I'll tell Ms. Hornsby that you went to the bathroom. Spilt something or whatever."

"Thanks." The zombie smiled gratefully. He reached into his pants to tuck into his waistband and Josephine squeaked, turning away and walking out of the door. "You could offer to help next time!"

"In your dreams, freak!" She flipped him off as she walked out the door.

That was last nights dream.

Wynter was crazy in the best way possible.

Even though zombies were banned from using their Z-Bands as a power upgrade during competitions, werewolves were unable to be tamed. So Wynter's raw energy and rage was a blessing.

Next weekend was the final game of the season and it was no secret that the recruiter was coming. 

"Look, if they say no because you're a girl just tell them you'll rip out their heart and feast on their blood!" Wynter said passionately to the human, fists clenched in front of her as Josephine finished tying on her cleats. "Then call for me 'cause I want a taste of misogynist loser. I love bitter food."

"T-thanks Wynter." Josephine chuckled, not sure when the wolf was joking or not. Wynter nodded happily, finishing up her own cleats and looked up at the sound of a knock on the false wall separating the girls from the common area. "We're almost done!"