The Melody of a Protagonist

Chapter 16- Store Room

                                                      Chapter 16.

“Shhhh! We're not supposed to be in here!” hushed Jemma, a finger pressed to her lips but undoubted excitement arising in her voice.

“Shhh!” replied Zac, mockingly; a drum stick still in his hand. He hit the snare drum again, challengingly.

“Zac!” Jemma squealed, rushing toward him in an attempt to abstract the wooden beater from his grasp.

Zac stood up, already much taller than Jemma, holding the drum stick high above his head. He smiled down at her, teasingly.

Jemma frowned, playfully annoyed.

“What're you going to do now?” smiled Zac, raising an eyebrow at Jemma as he tossed his long black hair away from his bright green eyes.

Jemma stood in thought for a moment, her chin resting on her head. “Hmmm” she mused, turning her back on Zac.

“Too slow!” Zac shouted, wrapping his arm's around Jemma's waist, pulling her toward him from behind.

Jemma screamed jovially, trying to pull free. She made a hapless attempt at the drumstick when she thought Zac wasn't looking.

Zac spun Jemma around in his arms, his face now inches from hers.

He whispered ethereally into the curve of her neck “Excuse me miss, what do you think you're doing?”

“Uh... I don't want us to get caught” Jemma breathed, trying to keep the tone of her voice even.

“Well,” Zac spoke slowly, emphasising each word so it lingered on his lips. “I think you need to live a little more dangerously.”

Zac grasped Jemma's sides roughly, tickling her vigerously. Jemma dropped to the floor instaniously, unable to supress her giggles. She rolled around on her back letting out loud, raw,  belly laughs.

Zac offered Jemma a hand and pulled her upright back onto her feet.

"Hey, sorr..."Zac started to say, but Jemma had already grabbed his head and pulled it toward hers, kissing him deeply upon his firm, pierced lips.

Zac dropped the drum strick on the floor and placed his hands on Jemma, his left hand caressing her face, the right cradled upon the small of her back.

He walked her backward toward the entry, stopping only once her body was pressed fixedly against the cold, painted metal door.

Jemma moaned, the rough texture of Zac's freshly shaven face grazing her lips. Zac's hands glided eagerly over Jemma's body, stopping to zealously squeeze her butt on their way down.

"Wrap your arms around my neck." Zac muffled, kissing Jemma's collar bone.

"What?" Jemma questioned, distractedly.

"Wrap your arms around my neck." Zac repeated, squeezing Jemma's thigh.

Jemma complied to the request and Zac lifted her up, supporting her weight with his own body and the stability of the closed door. Jemma wrapped her legs around Zac instinctively, drawing his body closer toward hers.

Zac held Jemma with one hand, the other fervently attempting to unbutton her tartan school dress.

Jemma kissed Zac passionately along the contour of his neck, he gasped distractedly, loosing dexterity as he fumbled with Jemma's buttons. Jemma could feel something hard pressing against her, she flinched a little in surprise. 

Zac finally unfastened Jemma's top three buttons, leaving her pale blue bra and humble, luscious breasts exposed. He looked Jemma in the eye, smiling at her, admirably.

"You're so beautiful." he whispered, as he gently kissed her neck.

"I don't think you even realise." he continued, kissing Jemma's chest. He looked up at her, watching her reactions. Jemma half-smiled a little awkwardly, unsure of what he wanted her to do.

Zac slowly, softly slid his fingers beneath the pale blue fabric, cupping Jemma's left breast in his hand. He squeezed it gently, gliding the tip of his middle finger over her nipple.

Jemma threw her head back, her body tensing involuntarily. Zac smiled, pleased.

Zac slowly peeled back Jemma's bra, exposing her breast and delicate, pink,  nipple.

Jemma gripped Zac's shoulders forcefully, her body curving into his.

Zac's hand lightly tracing over Jemma's thigh, inching further and further up...

“Hello?” There was a sudden loud banging on the door....