Zuro

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That night, before supper Zyah had called Shannon and told her that she wouldn't be back until next week sometime. Explaining that it was a family issue and may talk about it upon returning.

Kyan had cooked, understanding that Zyah may not want to eat but he was there to make sure that she didn't starve. He left her to her own devices in her room, knowing that she's going to need a lot of time to be on her own. He'd fed the dog and let him out in the backyard, allowing him to play.

When he'd come back into the house Zyah stood at the staircase watching him. "Hey there Zombie apocalypse." He joked, trying to lighten the mood. He grinned when a light giggle escaped her lips. "You feeling better?" "Yeah, my parents would've yelled at me if they saw me mope like this."

She was walking towards him slowly. She wasn't as okay as she said. She needed a hug and she wanted it from him. She pushed herself into his arms and he laughed as he wrapped them tightly around her. "You're so strong Captain. It's going to be alright."  He kissed her forehead as her stomach growled in hunger.

He was pulling her towards the kitchen as she protested. She couldn't eat, she didn't want to. "I'm wish I could just taste her food one more time."  Zyah voiced as she sat down. Kyan sighed. "I know Captain, it's going to get easier. You're going to have days where you can't help but breakdown because you're never going to stop missing them, but Zyah I'll be here to see you through it all." 

Kyan placed a plate of food in front of her and watched her play with it. "Can we have a night out tonight?"  She asked quietly. Kyan knew that it wasn't a good idea if they were to drive to their hometown in the morning, but he was also willing to do anything to make Zyah feel better. "If you promise to eat first."

After she claimed that she'd had enough, they raced up the staircase and into their respective rooms to get ready. Zyah's tiny 4'12 made it a need to carry her identity book with her. She'd packed her bag and walked out of her room. "Wow Captain, you're looking beautiful." Kyan said walking out of his room.

This wasn't helping the fact that she had started developing feelings for the boy. "Don't be a dork, how many times have I worn this jumpsuit and you say the same thing?" Kyan laughed, throwing his head back. "Even bestfriends need compliments now and then Zyah. Mind if I'm the only one able to give them to you?"Zyah thought about their high school farewell, how her father had to shake Kyan back into reality and scolded him for not calling her beautiful. A single tear rolled down her cheek. Thank God she wasn't the type for make up."You staying?" Kyan called from halfway down the staircase.

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It was hours since they'd first set foot in the club and Zyah was wasted. Not only did she usually not drink, but her stomach wasn't exactly fed since she'd only but nibbled on her steak.Kyan hadn't touched another drink after he'd picked up on how drunk she'd gotten within a half hour of being at the club. "Zyah, how about we head home?" Kyan asked as she was dancing on him, it wasn't right that he'd had a boner, because she was drunk and clearly not in her right mind. "I'm not ready." She slurred, leaning into his chest, reaching her hands out to grip on his neck and bring him closer.

She was aware of the bulge in his pants and while she wasn't aware of what she was doing, her sober self wanted nothing more than this but was too stubborn to act on it so this was her opportunity to take advantage as she gulped the last of her drink and set the empty glass onto the table, pushing her best friend almost roughly onto couch behind him. Kyan didn't think of doing anything, knowing that in her drunken state, she was only trying to wash away the everlasting stain of the pain caused by the passing of her parents, he wasn't trying to become any sort of mistake for her future self.

His only thought was to save her. Or at least  try.

He gripped onto her hand expecting to fall. She'd fallen onto him into a straddling position, she wasted no time and kissed him fervently. At first he didn't respond, but she was so good at this, he couldn't resist, he kissed her back, while their tongues danced, their hands roamed and Zyah could feel the urge to go for more. She wanted more, she needed more, but that couldn't be done here and she knew that.

She pulled away and sauntered off to the bar, Kyans hand firmly in her grip. "A bottle of vodka and rum please." She slurred, digging into her purse. Minutes before she could slip the money onto the counter, Kyans hand slammed money onto the counter and grabbed the bottles.

Zyah pouted at the realisaton that due to the bottles in Kyans hands, she had nothing to hold onto, that was until she looked down at the print. That was something she could hold onto. And she gripped it firmly as they continued to walk out of the club. A huge grin replacing her features as he hissed and she leaned closer into him.A pleasurable groan escaped Kyans throat. "Dammit, Zzzzzzzzzzzyah." He couldn't even speak. When they reached the car, he effortlessly lifted her into her seat, she moaned pleasurably, pulled him to her and whispered against his neck. "I want you." before nibbling on it.

Kyan rushed to the drivers seat. His manly instincts had taken over and he couldn't wait anymore. When he'd secured himself, he'd noticed that Zyah was sipping on the vodka. "Vodka, or Rum?" She asked as she held up both bottles.

"Come on, you're always drinking, why not tonight?" A pout played on her lips, knowing that he'd give in. "Let me just drive us home alright?" She shoved the now open bottle of rum at his chest once he'd started the car. "Mixing alcohol is not healthy Zyah." He glared at her, making her laugh.As if she cared any at this moment.

They drove in sexual tension as Kyan sipped on the bottle, unable to focus with Zyah's hand in his pants. "You're so hard."  She chuckled, using her free hand to sip on her vodka. Kyan was only thankful that this town was small and he didn't have any further to drive as he pulled up into the driveway of their home.