"You look tired," Anna said softly. "Go ahead and sleep." Her hand moves to comb through his damp bleached blond hair soothingly. Zack melts into her touch, the gentle combining of her fingers through his damp blond hair sending waves of relaxation through his exhausted body. A contented sigh escapes him, and his eyes flutter closed completely. "Mmm, don't stop," he murmurs sleepily, nuzzling further into her palm. "Feels so good when you do that." His voice grows thicker with impending sleep as the tension drains from his shoulders. Within moments, his breathing evens out into a deep, steady rhythm against her chest. The arm wrapped around her waist loosens its grip slightly as unconsciousness claims him completely.
For a long moment Anna just watched Zack sleep, gently tracing patterns through his hair with her fingers. Then she carefully slipped out of his grasp and went to the bathroom, grabbing Zack's plain blue jersey from the floor on her way. A while later, she walked out of the bathroom, wearing only the plain blue jersey and she grabbed her purple backpack on the floor, before returning to the bed. She carefully sat down besides Zack's sleeping form and as quiet as she could takes out her biology textbook. For a moment she looked at Zack as he slept, even pulling his blue bedsheets up to cover his upper body. Reluctantly she opened her biology book and started studying the chapters for her test the next day. Her one hand moved to gently comb through Zack's blond hair, while the other paged through the biology textbook.
The rhythmic motion of Anna's fingers through his dam blond hair stirs him from sleep gradually. His eyelashes flutter open slowly, blinking against the dim light filtering through the curtains. The first thing he registers is the soft material of his plain blue jersey sleeve brushing against his forehead as she continues her gentle ministrations. "What time is it?" he mumbles groggily, voice raspy from sleep. "A little past five," Anna said still focused on something on the textbook. Zack's green eyes focus on the biology textbook propped open on her lap. "Why are you studying right next to me? That is rude," he complained tiredly. Despite his complaint, he didn't move away. Instead, he shifts slightly to get a better look at her face illuminated by the bedside lamp. The sight of her concentrating on homework while still caring enough to keep running her fingers through his hair makes something warm bloom in his chest. "You are insane, you know that?" he says with a small smile.
"Insanely nerdy," Anna said with a soft smile and her gaze shifted from the textbook to Zack's face. "Is that not one of the things you like about me." Zack's lips quirk into a fond smile at her reminder. He props himself up on one elbow, the movement causing the blanket to pool around his waist. The motion brings their faces closer, allowing him to see the playful glint in her brown eyes. "Nerdy is not the word I would use," he corrects her gently, his free hand coming up to cup her cheek. "I like smart. And focused. And the way you get this cute little wrinkle between your eyebrows when you are concentrating." His thumb strokes along her eyebrow line affectionately. "It is sexy as hell watching you lose track of everything else just because some dead scientist wrote a boring chapter about cellular respiration." He glances pointedly at the biology textbook before meeting her gaze again.
Anna closes the biology textbook. "Well, I am glad to hear that," she said with a smile. "You were adorable when you were asleep, I could hardly concentrate," she said is a teasingly seductive tone. Zack's cheeks flush faintly at the compliment, caught off guard by her sudden shift to flirtation. He runs a hand through his messy blond hair self-consciously. "Adorable? I hope I wasn't snoring?" he asks with mock alarm, though the corners of his mouth twitch upward. "You are lucky I didn't drool all over your biology notes." Anna giggles softly at his words. His gaze drops briefly to where the biology textbook now rests closed on her lap, before returning to her face. The teasing glint in her brown eyes makes it clear she is far more interested in continuing their earlier activities than studying cellular structure. "So, you couldn't concentrate on cells because of me?" he murmurs, leaning closer until their noses are nearly touching. "Guess that makes me more interesting than science."
"Yes, it does. That is quite the compliment coming from me," Anna said and leaned forward. "we have another thirty minutes until my curfew," she whispered suggestively. A thrill of excitement shoots through Zack at her whispered time limit. His green eyes immediately darken with intent, one hand sliding from her cheek to grip the back of her neck firmly. "Thirty minutes," he repeats, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. "We can definitely make that work." Without waiting for another second, he closes the distance between them entirely, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss that tasted of sleep and promise. His tongue sweeps into her mouth possessively while his other hand tugs urgently at the hem of the plain blue jersey she is wearing. "We need to get rid of this jersey first," he breathes against her lips between kisses. "I want to feel every part of you pressed against mine before you have to go home."
Zack manages to pull the plain blue jersey over Anna's head. Zack's breath catches as the jersey comes off completely, revealing her bare body in the soft lamplight. His green eyes drink in the sight hungrily, tracing every curve and shadow with an appreciative gaze. "Perfect" he murmurs reverently, tossing the dark blue jersey aside without a second thought. "You are absolute perfection." His hands find their way to her hips automatically, pulling her closer until their bare skin meets. The contact sends a visible shudder through him as he feels the heat radiating from her body. "You have no idea how many times I have imagined this," he confesses quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "Having you completely naked in my bed, knowing you belong here with me." His lips find hers again in a kiss that is slower this time, more meaningful. One hand tangle in her brown hair while the other slides down to cup her bare buttock possessively.