Leah POV
I was dropped onto the bed, causing me to bounce on the mattress and grin up at Zak as he stood at the end of the bed, tugging his belt off with hooded eyes.
My heart was beating fast in my chest, my lungs sucking in oxygen as excitement courses through my body.
"Come here." He commanded, making me sit up and move onto my knees, I knelt on the bed helping him unbutton his jeans and dipping my hand into his boxers causing a sharp hiss.
"Oh my, is that for me?" I coo making him nip my bottom lip as I whispered against his mouth.
His lips fell against mine, luring me deeper into him as he removed my clothes, throwing my shirt with his, somewhere in the room whilst I tried to pull his jeans and boxers down off his hips.
Since coming back earlier, things had been tense, unpredictable and wary. I could see and feel how withdrawn he was, and I didn't blame him. But I had come back and told him the truth, not wanting to lie to him regarding what happened between myself and Cody. I hoped that my honesty would prove how serious I am about us, how much I care for him and show him that he can rely on me, he can trust me. But there was something there, like an invisible forcefield, keeping us at bay from each other, as though we had both placed up some precautions with each other.
That was until the resistance snapped, the forcefield dropped and here we were tearing at each others clothes desperately.
His hands rest on my shoulders whilst his thumb soothes over my collar bone, each touch especially designed to make me light headed and hot. I felt his fingers dig in slightly and his hands began to move until they came to a stop around my neck.
My eyes shot open as soon as he touched the dog tag chain. I pulled away, instantly breaking the kiss and holding onto the two tags in my hand.
Disappointment and hurt flashed across his eyes at my reluctance to take them off, but I also understood why he wanted them off my body. So I sat back away from him and removed them carefully, placing them onto the bedside table before looking back up to him.
"I only want you thinking about me." He informs. I give him a smile and crawl back in front of him, giving him the attention he needs, even if my mind is reminding me to put the dog tags away or back on later.
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I wake the next morning to a cool breeze filtering through the bedroom, replacing the humid, sex scented air with fresh crisp oxygen. The white sheet was draped over my body, barely covered my torso whilst I had been asleep. But it had been comfortable, cooling and convenient after a night of sex.
My body still felt tired, as I slowly pulled myself up out of bed, in order to use the bathroom. It wasn't until I checked the mirror that I saw the bites on my skin, each one making a smile curve on my lips. Each one a reminder of how he lost control time and time again. He enjoyed himself as much as what I did last night, and judging by the soreness between my legs, this month was going to be a whole lot of fun.
I washed my face and combed my fingers through my hair before leaving the bathroom, snagging his shirt off the floor as I noticed that he wasn't there when I woke.
Buttoning the black shirt up, I padded to the bedside table ready to slip the dog tags back on when I noticed they weren't there. I grumbled and looked on the floor, but when I realised they weren't there, I went into panic mode. All privacy went out the window as I opened the bedside table draws and checked inside them, shifting the contents around erratically. I got onto the floor and checked under the bed properly before getting back up. My eyes were frantic with worry at the idea of having lost them.
I put them there! I put them there last night!!
Throwing myself over the bed, I checked the other set of draws but no avail.
Zak. No.. No he wouldn't take them. Would he?
I glanced to the bedroom door, remembering the way he looked down at me last night when I moved away as he touched the chain. He was hurt, maybe even jealous, he didn't like me wearing them, but surely he wouldn't...
Leaving the bedroom quickly, I marched through the house to find him, I needed answers.
I needed them back! I needed those tags!
My suspicions were confirmed, when I found Zak in the kitchen holding them whilst on the phone.
"I gotta go." He told the other person, hanging up abruptly. He gave me a smile and tried to hide the tags with his hand. But I had them and marched over with my hand out. A sigh left his lips "Can I request that you don't wear them?"
"No." I deadpan and wait as he stuffs them into my hand.
"Well considering that I'm paying you ten grand. I demand that you don't wear them."
My eyebrow cocked and I defiantly looped the chain around my neck and tucked them away. "I'm not accepting your money. We've already spoke about this."
"How will you pay your bills then? Huh?"
I shrug "I'll go back to work."
"At the club? You'll back to the club?" He asks surprised.
"If it means I don't take your money and I get to keep my bills paid. Then yes."
Zak shakes his head and moves away "All this so that you can wear those tags around your neck. You're unbelievable."
"I'm in unbelievable? How?"
"You're with me and wearing those for him!" He fires back.
I wanted to argue my case, tell him exactly why I was wearing the tags around my neck, but I couldn't. Because a part of me couldn't really describe it either. It felt right and not in a love dedication kind of way. But when Cody gave me the tags, he left a part of him... But he also stole two parts of me.
"It's not like that Zak, and you know it." I muttered.
"Do I? It's weird.."
"No. It isn't." I argued.
"Okay." He held his hands up "What if I was parading around with a wedding ring on my finger. Hmm?"
"Well you're not married." I pointed out whilst the thought of Cody and his ring flooded my mind. Seeing the band, it taunting me from his finger.
"How do you think it makes me feel that you're wearing it then?! Because I'll tell you want, it's not good! He's put a claim on you and you're wearing them!"
"I-- Its hard to explain."
"What's hard Leah? You either still have feelings for him or you don't? If you don't then you'll take those tags off and stop antagonising me with them."
I scoffed "This is not about you. Wearing these tags have never been about you."
"Take them off Leah."
I fold my arms in defence "No, and if you don't like it, then I guess it's time for me to leave."
"Fine. Then go." He forced making my heart drop.
A part of me hoped he would drop it, let me wear the tags. I understood it made him feel weird and at odds with Cody. But we were through, he had to get that into his skull.
I couldn't stand there and tell him my reason for wearing them, he wouldn't get it... I know he wouldn't get it. Because when Cody left, he took the one thing I had left..
He took the photo of Amelia, the only photo I had. Stealing her and my heart at the same time, whilst leaving his with me in the form of his chains. I wanted to go after him, but I remembered his words, I had two years to envision our daughter. What she would look like, how she would act and what she would love. He didn't have those moments, but I did. Which is why I haven't gone after him to get that photo back.
Not yet, anyway...