The Melody of a Protagonist

Chapter 9- Unbuttoned

                                                       Chapter 9.

Jemma laughed breathlessly as she wriggled in vain, pined down under Zac’s secure grasp. Zac's hands loosened a little around her wrists, her gaze slowly drifted up toward his eyes.

Her giggles stopped abruptly when she noticed the intensity in Zac's glance. She’d never seen him look like that before; his eyes were fixed on hers, motionless. The static in the air sent shivers down her spine; she felt her fingers clench anxiously as feelings of dread and uncertainty flooded over her. Her heart was beating so rapidly and dangerously she feared Zac could hear it pounding right through her.

Jemma froze, studying Zac’s face for some sort of sign. The right side of his mouth curled a little, alluding a reassuring half-smile. Zac released Jemma’s right hand, tracing the back on his fingertips over her cheek, then lightly  parting her lips as he drew it back.

Jemma lay still, silently watching as Zac’s eyes marveled over the curves of her body. His hand slowly glided down over Jemma’s chin, then trailed delicately over her neck. He paused for a moment, considering, then traced two fingers along the neckline of Jemma’s dress, inching down towards her breasts. Jemma flinched as she felt the linger of Zac’s hand caress over her nipple through her clothing. She drew her eyes away from his, slightly embarrassed.

He smiled widely down at her, amused and pleased by her reaction. She smirked back up at him, wrapping her arm around his neck, pulling his face toward hers. Zac kissed her softly on the corner of her mouth, then deeply into the curve of her neck. Jemma gasped a little, arching her back and tilting her head to the side in response. Zac placed a trail of supple kisses across Jemma’s neck and chest as he unbuttoned her blue tartan school dress. Zac smiled, admiring Jemma’s red lace bra and soft, round breasts. He slowly tucked the tips of his fingers under the red, delicate fabric when there was a sudden ringing noise downstairs.

”Jemma! It’s for you!” a thudding of footsteps came pelting up the stairs.

Zac jumped back and Jemma quickly sat up, adjusted her dress, then springing to her feet. The door swung open swiftly and without warning-

“Jemma, it’s Lily. Don’t be too long, I’m expecting a call!” Jemma’s mother spoke loudly, as she walked over and handed Jemma the phone.

She waited a few minutes before leaving, assessing the state of the room and no doubt the situation between Jemma and Zac- neither of them met her eye contact. She raised her eyebrow at Jemma and gave a very “We’re going to have a talk about this later” expression then left the room without a word, very deliberately not closing the door behind her.

"Lily?" Jemma queried, placing the phone to her ear. Loud music streamed through the other end of the phone line.

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