The Daily Adventures of Zash

Central Park

Zach had ripped her shirt, she had moss stuck to her ass, and they had just had sex in a public park. She wasn't sure this day could get any better. He apologized for the shirt, as if she cared about that, and held her close and kissed her. Her fingers went to his beard, as she commented about the moss. That made him laugh, and his hands moved to the affected area. Bingo.

“See, if I stop being a gentleman, we end up having sex in the woods like animals. Hence the moss. Are you certain you wish to break my chivalric habits?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her smile taking on a decidedly lustful element.

"Oh, absolutely."

She asked if he still wanted to try to make it through a walk in the park (since they'd gotten so far the first time they'd tried) or go home. He pulled her close, and she thought maybe they would just stay right here for another round.

Zach said:
“I say we give up the game, and go home. I’ll light the fireplace, we can split a bottle of wine, I’ll generously offer a back rub...maybe I’ll even be able to convince my future wife I’m better this way?”

She touched her nose to his playfully, running a hand through his hair.

"You don't need to convince me. I love you - and I don't want you to change a thing."

She kissed his lips tenderly, but then the corners of her mouth turned up into a smile against his lips.

"I want the animal, and the gentleman."

She slipped off his lap, looking for her pants, and finding them, slipped them on. Then she reached out her hand to him, letting her shirt hang open between her breasts. They walked together back to the car, and she rested her head on his shoulder on the drive home. It no longer felt odd to her to think of Zach's place as home - wherever he was, that's where she belonged. Back at Nomad, Ash let Zach get the wine and deal with the fire, while she slipped into the bedroom and discard her ruined shirt. She slipped off the pants as well and shrugged into a short grey satin robe. Coming back out into the living room, she sank down onto the sofa.

"I'm ready for my back rub, Mr. Armani."
 
The Upper East Side -- Central Park

Zach brushed the moss off her ass, and then warned her that was the risk when she made him forget his manners. That delighted her, though, and she wrapped her arm around his neck, giving him a smile that persuaded him to just surrender this to her. She asked what they should do next, and he knew they’d be better off in the privacy of home. He offered her wine, and a back rub by the fire to entice her. He suggested he might even convince her the gentleman was better. Her hand in his hair gave him goosebumps.

Ash: You don’t need to convince me. I love you - and I don’t want you to change a thing.

She said, and then she kissed him. But of course, she had something to add. She wanted the animal, and the gentleman. He laughed and shook his head.

“Just like a woman, to want it both ways.”

He remarked with amusement, letting her slide out of his lap and pull her clothes back on, while he zipped up his jeans. She took his hand as they left the woods, and Zach relaxed into the drive home. Soon enough the drive would be different, the apartment no longer the destination. Zach looked forward to moving into the place they’d picked out together, but for now, Nomad was the place they ended up.

She slipped off to get out of her day clothes, while Zach knelt by the hearth to stick in a few cedar chunks and a starter log. When the gas started the logs burning, he kicked off his shoes and socks, then tossed his jacket on the back of a chair, and shed his shirt as well. He wouldn’t be needing a shirt. In fact he probably didn’t need his pants either, but if he took those off now, they’d never get to back rub he promised her, so he decided to keep his jeans on, for a little while longer at least. He grabbed the wine from the bar by the billiards table and two glasses. He was standing there, twisting the corkscrew down into the bottle, when she came back out in a robe. His eyes followed her to the sofa, as he popped the bottle open and scooped the wine glasses with one hand.

Ash: I’m ready for my back rub, Mr. Armani.

She said, and he smirked, because he was pretty sure she was too overdressed for the kind of back rub he’d planned. He wondered how long it would take before that robe fell off. Something else occurred to him, though, as he handed her a glass, then poured for her, and himself before setting the bottle on the coffee table. How to ask the question, though? He kissed her cheek and excused himself for a moment, returning with a bottle of scented oil.

“Are you going to take my name when we marry? Or hyphenate? Or just keep yours?”

He asked, as neutrally as possible, before taking a sip of his wine. He took the remote from the coffee table and put some relaxing music on the sound system, then settled in beside her on the sofa. He left his wine on the side table next to the couch, and started to peel the collar of her robe back off her shoulders. He pressed a kiss on the back of her neck. The oil smelled like rosemary and mint as he applied it to her skin. He could feel the tension in her shoulders melt away as he kneaded her muscles.
 
EOS Nomad

She watched Zach opening the wine from the couch, drawing her legs up next to her. He was wearing only his jeans, which made her want to laugh, because it was an obvious attempt on his part to stave off more sex long enough for him to be able to drink his wine. She twirled a finger in her hair, eye lustily checking out his bare chest. She told him she was ready for her back rub, but she fully expected that to not get very far. As soon as he touched her bare skin, it was pretty much going to be game over.

He handed her a glass, but her eyes were looking up into his as he poured. When he started on his own glass she took a sip, and then he kissed her cheek, making her smile. He got a bottle of scented oil, and she could already feel his hands gliding over her body, and knew he would be getting a distinct impression of her current state of arousal.

"Are you going to take my name when we marry? Or hyphenate? Or just keep yours?”

A blank look came over her face. She hadn't even considered it. Not that she thought it needed considering. He had thrown the question out there casually, while he was putting music on, but she wondered if this was one of those things that was really important to him that he tried to pretend wasn't to see what she would say.

"Well, I hadn't thought about it."

He sat down next to her, and she moved her legs around (making sure he got a good view of them as she did so) so he could get at her back.

"But I don't really see any reason why I wouldn't take your name. I mean, that's what your people do, right?"

She sighed as she felt him pull the robe off her neck and kiss the tattoo there. She let the satin fall off her shoulders, holding it in front of her at her chest. The oil smelled like something outdoors-y - clean, natural - and when he began to rub her shoulders she pressed against his hands like a cat.

"Unless you don't want me to do that. Maybe you want to be more modern?"

She was trying to figure out what he wanted. She knew women had moved to taking their husband's last names from the way they'd done it when she was a girl, but recently many had stopped. Maybe he didn't agree with it?

"We didn't change our names all those years ago, but it's been a long time since then."

She sighed out again as he hit a particularly good spot on her back.

"But I like the idea of everyone knowing I'm your wife."
 
Midtown — Nomad, Zach’s Apartment

She was playing with her hair, and eying his chest, saying she was ready for her back rub. Not wearing that robe, she wasn’t. He smirked and brought over the wine, then kissed her cheek and went to get the oil while he mulled over his query. She must have been thinking about taking off the robe already, because desire was emanating from her. He asked her, very carefully, if she intended to take his name, or maybe some other option.

Ash: Well, I hadn’t thought about it.

“Oh, okay...”

He said agreeably, distracted by her legs as she moved to make it easier for him to rub her back. He took one last sip of wine and then set the glass aside so he could pull the robe off her shoulders.

Ash: But I don’t see any reason why I wouldn’t take your name.

He kissed the tattoo on the back of her neck, trying not to betray his own bias.

Ash: I mean, that’s what your people do, right?

Zach chuckled at that.

“My people? Are you talking about Italians, or Americans, or Supers.... or what? Because you belong to some of my people-groups, you know.”

He joked lightly, as he worked the knots out of her neck and shoulders.

Ash: Unless you don’t want me to do that. Maybe you want to be more modern?

He leaned forward and put his mouth next to her ear.

“Uhn-uh, I asked you first.”

He replied, not wanting to be the guy who talks his girlfriend into to changing her name, just for him.

Ash: We didn’t change our names all those years ago, but it’s been a long time since then.

“Well you don’t have to, I was just... curious.”

He allowed, his hands deftly working lower down her shoulder blades, making her sigh. He liked to sense her relaxation through his fingertips. He also liked the way the front of the robe was draping over her breasts. Why was she trying to hold it shut now, when there was no one to see but him? He wondered if she knew it was driving him to distraction. Probably not, or she’d be getting him to agree to take her name, and he wouldn’t even know how it happened.

Ash: But I like the idea of everyone knowing I’m your wife.

He smiled behind her, and reached up to tug the robe down further.

“Yeah? Well you’ll either be Mrs. Armani... or Mrs. Oldenburg-Armani... or Mrs Oldenburg.”

He suggested, purposefully without adding that his own assessment of the options. He did, however, start to kiss her neck, as his thumbs pressed circles into the muscles of her lower back. She tasted like mint, and it only made him want to kiss her more.

“Up to you, my love.”

He said quietly in her ear.
 
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EOS Nomad

He started to rub her back, which felt wonderful, but strangely he also wanted to talk about what name she would use after they married. She assumed she would take his name, because that's what his people did. She asked him for confirmation to be sure.

“My people? Are you talking about Italians, or Americans, or Supers.... or what? Because you belong to some of my people-groups, you know.”

She laughed.

"Italians...I meant Italians."

She inclined her neck as he rubbed her shoulders.

"I'd like to adopt some of your traditions."

But she asked if maybe he didn't want her to. His mouth was close to her ear as he whispered his response, and it sent shivers up her spine in anticipation.

Zach said:
“Uhn-uh, I asked you first.”

She told him that wasn't a thing they did, the last time she was contemplating marriage, but that it was a long time ago. Things changed, and she wasn't bothered by the idea, truth be told.

Zach said:
“Well you don’t have to, I was just...curious.”

She smiled, looking over her shoulder at him.

Curious, my ass.

He hands were moving down her back and she sighed out. If he wasn't careful, she'd fall asleep before he got his pants off. Well, maybe not that quickly. She told him she liked the idea of everyone knowing she was his wife, and she felt him pull her robe further off her back.

Zach said:
“Yeah? Well you’ll either be Mrs. Armani... or Mrs. Oldenburg-Armani... or Mrs Oldenburg. Up to you, my love.”

His mouth was on her neck then, which made it incredibly hard to think about anything else, but luckily it wasn't a difficult decision.

"I'm not attached to my name."

It wasn't even the one she had been born with. She reached behind her and found his hand.

"I am, however, attached to yours."

She turned her head again, so he could see her face.

"When we're married, we'll be a family, one family. And I think we should have one name."

She turned back around and let go of his hand so he could finish.

"Plus I'll get to think of you every time someone calls me by your name."

She smiled, finishing her wine, then leaning forward and stretching out so she could set the glass on the table on her side of the couch. She strategically let go of the front of her robe, so that when she turned over to look at him, it was both revealing and obscuring. One long leg extended towards him.

"Those jeans still feeling comfortable?"

Her extended foot explored the answer to that question a bit, her eyes locked with his, gauging his level of control over himself, and working out what she'd need to do to make him lose it. The smile that played on her lips said not very much.

"Or doesn't the gentleman want to come out and play?"
 
Midtown — Nomad, Zach’s Apartment

Zach was working the tension out of her muscles, when he knew would relax her. He didn’t want her TOO relaxed, though, so he started to kiss her neck as he pressed his thumbs in small circles on her lower back. She admitted that she wasn’t attached to her own name, but WAS attached to his.

“Is that right?”

He asked quietly in her ear, his tone deeply pleased. She found his hand with hers, and clutched it for a moment, telling him they’d be a family soon, and should share one name. He kissed her cheek.

“Can’t argue with that logic.”

Ash: Plus I’ll get to think of you every time someone calls me by your name.

Our name, my love.”

He said, he hands slipping around her waist and up her front. The fire crackled in the background, only audible when the music lulled.

“Mrs. Armani.... sounds very sexy...”

He said, as his hands moved up underneath the hand she was using to hold her robe shut, so that he could massage her breasts. He was straining against the material of his jeans now, and about ready to lay her down for some love-making, when she leaned away to set her empty wine glass down. Her body slid from his oiled hands, as she stretched out in the opposite direction and turned face up, letting go of the front of her robe so he could see some, but not all of her. The view was enticing, and he licked his lips as his gaze roamed her figure.

Ash: Those jeans still feeling comfortable?

She asked, and he smirked, glancing down at himself, chuckled as he shook his head. No. Her foot grazed up his leg to nudge him, and he looked up at her to find her smile was quite racy. It was clear Mrs. Armani intended to be very sexy indeed.

Ash: Or doesn't the gentleman want to come out and play?

So delightfully naughty, she was doing it yet again. His smile was not that of a gentleman when he seized her ankle firmly in hand. There was a flash of fiendish desire in his eyes.

"Always, you provoke me. Wicked woman, your future husband will have to teach you discipline, I see."

He replied, grabbing her other ankle and pulling her legs together, towards him. He shifted as he did so, turning her onto her stomach until she was bent across his lap. He tugged her robe off easily, and then his hands were on her skin again. His left hand glided down her spine and up onto her lovely rear, as he used his right hand to push her knees apart, one and then the other.

“Well. Your ass is mine now, isn’t it?”

He could sense her anticipation, an ache he wanted very much to massage out. He spanked her once, sharply.

“Say yes sir.”

He instructed, as his right hand crept up between her legs, right to the wet crease.

“And this pussy.... at my mercy, no?”
 
EOS Nomad

Zach’s oiled hands felt amazing on her back, and heightened into something else when his lips began to kiss her neck. She made sighs and sounds of contentment. He had been asking her about the name she would use after they were married, and she told him she was only attached to his name, not her own. He seemed pleased, though was trying to hide it so as to not influence her. She took his hand and squeezed it, telling him they should share one name to show they were one family. She smiled as he kissed her cheek. She also liked the idea that she could think of him every time someone called her by his name.

[QUOTE="Orion, post: 64888, member: 446”]“Our name, my love.”[/quote]

That made her grin broaden. Especially when his hands slid around to the front of her.

Zach said:
“Mrs. Armani.... sounds very sexy...”

“Mmmm.”

His hands felt delicious on her breasts, but he was getting too complacent, and she needed to give him a nudge in the right direction. So she set her glass down and turned over, knowing exactly how her robe would fall open, and exactly what that would do to him. Her foot felt how he was pressing against his jeans, and smiled up at him secure in the knowledge that it wouldn’t be long now. Zach had sought with this seductive activity to teach her to want his gentleman, but she had decided to tease him to force the beast. He caught her ankle, and the look he gave her told her the gentleman wasn’t in charge, but neither was the beast. Her body zinged with anticipation.

"Always, you provoke me. Wicked woman, your future husband will have to teach you discipline, I see."

Her smile was devious as she needled him.

“Oh? And which husband is that?”

His response was to pull her across his lap, and she bit her lip in anticipation. She wasn’t sure what he was going to do next, and she liked it.

“Well. Your ass is mine now, isn’t it?”

“Most decidedly.”

He spanked her bottom, and she drew in a sharp inhale of breath. She liked this Zach.

“Say yes sir.”

Though he couldn’t see them, her eyes were alight with mischief.

“Yes...Zach.”

She grinned.

“Oh...you might need to punish me again.”

“And this pussy.... at my mercy, no?”

She turned her head so he could see her eyes.

“Completely.”
 
Midtown — Nomad, Zach’s Apartment

He was trying to convince her, with the wine and the fire, the music and the massage, that he was better as a gentleman. But she had ideas of her own, and attempted to provoke him, as usual. He could see he was going to have to teach her lesson, and pulled her across his lap, then removed her robe, asking if her ass was his. She agreed that it was, and he spanked her, correcting her answer to ‘yes sir’.

Ash: Yes.... Zach.

“Such a naughty girl...”

He remarked lustily.

Ash: Oh...you might need to punish me again.

He did, spanking her other cheek, laughing darkly at the way she egged him on. His free hand slid up between her legs, as he asked if she was at his mercy. He already knew the answer. He could feel her arousal like a shot of adrenaline through his veins, and that was in addition to how wet she was.

Ash: Completely.

She said, turning to look at him with lust in her eyes. He smirked at that, and slapped her ass again.

“You forgot the sir again...”

He explained, stroking her sex with his right hand as his left rubbed the slowly reddening skin of her backside.

“Lo fai peggiorare su di te, cattiva signorina.” (You make it worse on yourself, bad young lady.)

He told her, as his thumb slipped inside her and he continued to massage her with his fingers, his other hand gently squeezing her glutes.

“È 'questo quello che vuoi?” (Is that what you want?)

He asked her, his voice thick with desire. He was so hard it hurt, but he was enjoying this too much to rush it. He liked to touch her, to feel her without being so distracted by his own rapture that he couldn’t fully appreciate her singular pleasure in the overwhelming climaxes they shared.
 
EOS Nomad

She smiled to herself. Zach had done some excellent misdirection with all that "gentleman" crap, when what he really want to do was get her into a compromising position where he could have his way with her. Well played, Zach. She intentionally didn't follow his direction, though, suggesting that he "punish" her again. This was a side of Zach she didn't normally get to see, and the novelty excited her. As did the spanking. She looked over her shoulder at him and made sure he could see in her eyes how much she was aroused by what he was doing, so that he didn't feel the need to stop.

His hands were on her, stroking her, and she lowered her head to rest her cheek on the couch, biting her lip as her eyes watched him.

“Lo fai peggiorare su di te, cattiva signorina.” (You make it worse on yourself, bad young lady.)

"Oh I definitely do, Sir. Vuoi essere cattivo con me?" (Want to be bad with me?)

She gasped out as his thumb moved inside her, her breathing accelerating rapidly.

Orion said:
“È 'questo quello che vuoi?” (Is that what you want?)

One hand clutched at the couch while the other reached back to hook into the waistband of his jeans.

"Mmm...Zach...take your pants off..."

She rolled onto her side to face him, bending her top legs so her knee could massage the bulge in his pants. Her hand clutched at her own breast, while he continued to stroke her. She sighed out with pleasure. She wanted him to stop teasing her, for him to be inside her and his warm skin pressed against her body. She licked her lips, her body started to get flushed as the muscles in her abdomen began to tighten. She had to struggle to keep her eyes locked on his, wanting to roll them back into her head in ecstasy.

"Babe...babe...I'm...Zach...."

And then it was just his name over and over until she came, her body jerking, contracting around his thumb inside of her.
 
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