Z-O-M-B-I-E-S Oneshots

Apologies, Stress and Massages

                           Addison
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"Zed? Can we cuddle?" I ask my boyfriend for the third time. I'm currently laying on his bed in a pair of shorts and one of his t shirts with my hair in a messy bun, while he's at his desk doing homework. I just came from a 4 hour long cheer practice. Ever since we lost the cheer championships, Bucky has cracked down on all of us, demanding we all go on a diet and work out rigorously. I don't really mind that so much, I've always eaten healthy and kept myself in shape. What I'm having a hard time with now is the longer practices and new moves he's been teaching, stuff that even I've never seen. I'm tired and I really want to go home and go to bed, but I also know that Zed can get lonely sometimes, so after every practice I come over. "Addy, I already told you, I have to get this paper written. So would you stop asking." Zed snaps at me, exasperated. I feel tears well up in my eyes. In the 6 months we've been dating, Zed has never snapped at me. "I'm sorry." I apologize, my voice quivering, despite my attempt to keep it from doing so. It seemed to catch Zed's attention, because he turned around to face me. I try to wipe the tears off my face before he notices, but it doesn't work. "Addy? Addison are you crying?" He asks me, softly now.
"No." I answer but my voice shakes again. "Yes you are." Zed states. I don't respond, scared that if I open my mouth, I'll start blubbering. "Addison, what's wrong?" He asks me. It's a stupid question and I'm half tempted to ignore him, but I don't. "You...you snapped at me. You've never talked to me like that before. I know that you're stressed out, but you hurt my feelings." I explain, hating the fact that my voice is still quivery. "Oh, Addison I'm sorry. I'm so sorry love. Of course we can cuddle." Zed apologizes, climbing in bed behind me so my back is snuggled against his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist.
                             Zed
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I feel so bad about snapping at Addison. I can't believe I actually made her cry. I feel like a monster. The fact that she felt she needed to apologize made me feel worse. I'm really stressed out from all of the pressure coach has been putting on me lately, but its not just me that's facing this type of problem. Bucky and the rest of us all get along really well now, but he's still a perfectionist when it comes to cheer. Ever since Seabrook lost the cheer championships, Bucky has been increasing the practice hours, requiring the cheerleaders to work out 3 times a day and diet. He's also been adding new moves that even Addison didn't know and she was practically born with a pair of pom-poms in her hands. Yet Addison has never yelled at me, and comes to my house to keep me company. Wow, way to go me, I'm awful, and a jerk. The only thing I can do now is apologize. I apologize and climb into my bed with her so we're cuddling. I try to relax, but I'm just so stressed. I hoped Addison wouldn't notice, but she did.

                        Addison
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I could feel how tense Zed was. His whole body was coiled like a spring. "Zed? You're really tense."
I state, when we'd been laying there for a while. "I've just been really stressed lately. Coach has me trying to run practices, and now the midterms coming up, I've got a lot on my plate right now. But so do you, with cheer. I really shouldn't have snapped at you. I'm sorry." Zed apologizes again. "I know. I wish there was something I could do to help." I say worried. "There's not really anything you can help with, this time the struggle is my own. It's not something we can share. The best thing you can do for me is be patient, and call me out when I act like a jerk. My stress won't  be gone until probably Christmas break." Zed says. "I may not be able to take away your stress, but I can help your body relax a little bit." I say, a plan forming in my head. "Really? How?" Zed asks me. "Roll on your stomach." I order.
"You know, I'm sure you have some perfectly innocent reason as to why you are ordering me to roll over in my bed, but my mind can't help but go to less innocent places." Zed tells me. "Oh just roll over." I say slapping him on the arm and giggling. Zed does what I ask.
I debate whether or not I should sit on the bed beside him to do this, but realize I won't be able to do as good a job at this angle. Knowing he's going to crack another joke, I put my legs on either side of Zed's lower back, so I'm straddling him. "Okay now this really activates my imagination." Zed jokes. I don't bother to say anything. Instead, I start massaging Zed's neck. Moving down to his shoulders, I knead out the knotted muscles there, smiling when Zed sighs in happiness. Slowly, I feel him relax, little by little. As I continue to move my hands down, I massage the middle of his back and he goes almost limp. Zed is almost like jelly in my hands. However when my hand brushes his side, he hisses and tenses up again. "Zed? What's wrong?" I ask, worried. "Nothing is wrong. Everything's great. Just too good." Zed replies his voice strained. "What do you mean?" I ask confused. Zed doesn't answer for a while. "Zed?" I ask, again.
"Hang on, let me think of how to explain." He says. I do and for another five minutes neither of us say a word.
When Zed sits up and looks me in the eyes I know this is important. So I look back and wait for him to speak.

                             Zed
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Addison is waiting for me to explain my reaction, a wide innocent look in her eyes, which is going to make it that much harder to explain. How do I tell sweet, innocent, naive Addison that when she touched me on my side it was a turn on. Does Addison even know what a turn on is? How to explain, how to explain. I'm just gonna go with my gut. "Addison, do you know what a turn on is?" I ask. "No." Addison replies. Darn, I had hoped she would so I wouldn't have to explain it. "A turn on is what call it whenever, their significant other touches a specific body part or area of their body, in a way that is intimate. Which may cause feelings of um...intense desire." I stutter out, hoping she understands.
Addison bursts out laughing. "Well, that's not the reaction I was expecting." I say. "I'm sorry...but you should have seen yourself...trying to explain...something like that...it was hilarious...You didn't do as good of a job as Eliza...but yours was way funnier!" Addison exclaims, between fits of laughter. It takes me a moment to process her words, and by the time I do, she's settled down. "Wait? You already knew about this?" I ask in disbelief. "Yeah, I asked Eliza about things like that shortly after we started dating." Addison responded, still laughing slightly. "So, you pretended not to know just to get a laugh out of me." I ask, not sure if I should be upset or amused. I settle on amused, and laugh along with her. "Yeah, and to get you to relax again." Addison responds. Of course it wasn't exclusively for her own benefit, Addison hardly ever did anything for herself. More often than not, she did things for other people so they could be happy, and she was happy for them. Addison is just completely selfless. "Addison, you're perfect. You know that right?" I ask, no longer laughing. "I highly doubt I'm perfect, but thanks for saying I am." Addison says, and I can't help but be shocked that she really doesn't know how amazing she is. I pull her towards me as we lay back down together so we're facing each other on the bed. "Addison, you are perfect in every way possible. You're flawlessly beautiful, sexy, gorgeous, smart, funny, extremely kind and incredibly selfless." I say, my fingers tracing her face. "You do realize that you used three different words just to describe how I look right?" Addison asks, arching an eyebrow. " I know. There are many many other words to describe how beautiful you are, but most of them don't do you justice. So, I chose the three words I could find that came closest to being adequate." I explained to her. "Zed? Have I ever told you how special you make me feel? If I haven't then I'm sorry. Here's what you make me feel. You make me feel beautiful, smart, unique, powerful, and invincible. Whenever I'm with you, I'm on top of the world. But most of all you make me feel loved. My heart beats for you. Feel." Addison says to me, before taking my right hand and placing it over her heart, where I feel it pounding, the rhythm matching mine when I think about her, when I'm with her. "I love you." I say simply because Thera nothing else I could say that could compare to what I'm feeling. "I love you too." Addison replies, causing me to smile. I lean down and kiss her softly. When I pull away, she yawns.
I smile and pull her impossibly closer to me. I start humming our song. After the first verse, I see Addison's eyelids drooping. "Zed, I'm really tired." Addison mumbles. "You can go to sleep." I tell her. "No...I have to go home...let you finish your paper..." She protests, still fighting sleep. "It's okay love, I'll have my dad call your parents and let them know what's going on. For now just sleep." I assure. "But...your paper." Addison mumbles. "My paper will be there tomorrow. Addison, you're clearly exhausted so please relax and go to sleep." I plead. "Okay." She whispers clearly on the verge of sleep. "I love you." I tell Addison, once I'm sure that she's asleep. "I love you too...Zed." Addison murmurs, not asleep like I thought. It's okay, Addison probably won't remember this in the morning. I tell myself, and soon find myself dozing. I plant a kiss to Addison's forehead, and smile. Then I allow myself to become taken to the world of dreams.

The next morning Addison remembered.