Limelight

Zeke and Izabelle: Gross

(As promised, here is krut09's quick little thank you Limelight for giving me the last pieces of the puzzle I needed to finish that Terrible Trio origin story, and giving me that little push I still needed to start writing zom fics again! This is very short, and it was originally going to be a Chanzie story with this little Zebelle scene at the end, but I had the Zebelle dialogue in my phone notes for months and I thought it would be a good step forward to just finish this scene off and post it. But sooner or later, Chaz and Mackenzie will get a proper Limelight again)

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Were they not aware of just how disgusting they were being?

Chaz and Mackenzie hadn't been together much longer than Zeke and Izabelle and yet they were already at the same level of sickening sweetness as Bonzo and Bree. Or Zephyr and Alonzo. Hell, Izabelle would bet they could even go up against Zed and Addison. She turned away, rolling her eyes, and pretended to gag. Zeke frowned down at her.

"What's wrong?"

"Just look at them," Izabella glanced at him then nodded subtly towards Chaz and Mackenzie. She grimaced, "It's gross."

Zeke cocked his head and looked down the hall to see the other couple walking away. Chaz had his arm wrapped, a little awkwardly, around Mackenzie's waist and she was smiling up at him as he talked. They looked happy enough, and besides, practically everybody who knew them had been waiting for them to get together for months. Smirking, Zeke looked back down at Izabelle.

"You think that's gross?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

For a split second, Izabelle's eyes flickered up to meet his, then back down again when she saw his teasing expression. She tried to act like she hadn't seen, "Mm-hmm."

Then she felt his arm snaking around her own waist, and then his chin on top of her head, and her eyes bulged, "What are you doing?"

"Being gross, apparently," he swayed her back and forth a couple of times, testing his boundaries. She didn't resist, "You can tell me to stop any time. Or shove me off. Whatever."

But she didn't. In fact, she nestled closer to him, keeping a straight face, and Zeke smiled in satisfaction. After a minute or so, Izabelle tilted her head back against his shoulder, the tiniest hint of a smile tugging on her lips.

"Zeke...?"

She sounded almost hesitant.

"Yeah?"

She bit her lip and shook her head dismissively, wrapping her arms around his neck, "Nothing..."

She quickly kissed his cheek and relaxed into his side again.

... I love you...