Tell Me You Want Me

Summary: Zoe’s into Beckett, and judging from the way she flusters him, she think’s he’s into her too. Zoe set’s out to get him to admit his feelings and gets more than she expected.

Zoe hits the showers after a late night thief practice. The season is about to start and Everett has been working them like he’s a drill sergeant. As she exits the locker room and approaches the library on the way back to her room, she sees a familiar figure exiting the library. It’s just like him to close the place down, waiting until the librarians practically have to force him out as they are shutting off the lights. She considers yelling to catch his attention, but as he heads down yet another unfamiliar corridor – this school has too many of those – she decides to quietly follow him lest her presence make him change course. If he’s got some other secret spot like the Roost, she’s not going to let Beckett keep it from her.

Getting through to Beckett has been frustrating to say the least. No matter how many times she flirts with him, or tells him how cute or good looking he is, he shrugs it off. If not for how flustered he gets every time she talks to him, she’d think he’s not interested at all. Apparently it’s going to take a more direct approach. She’s done waiting for him to make the first move.

Zoe peers around the corner and waits to see where Beckett will go. He stops midway down between the third on fourth door. He places a hand on a blank spot on the wall and conjures up some sort of spell. Suddenly a door appears and he walks through it. She races to get there before it goes away because she’d have no idea how to do what he just did. Thankfully, the door opens as she turns the handle with no magick needed. Zoe takes a look around the room which seems to be some sort of private study, with bookshelves full of reference materials adorning the walls. Only Beckett would leave the library to go to a smaller version of a library. She lets go of the doorknob and the door shuts behind her with a thud.

Beckett, already seated at the large, dark stained wooden table at the center of the room with a book cracked open, looks up at her with eyes wide. “Wha- how did you get in here?”

Zoe cocks her head to the side and smirks. “I used the door, silly. I don’t know all the fancy spells you do yet.”

“Oh…” Beckett gestures with his hands and the door disappears. “Maybe if you studied a little more, you’d know how,” he added dryly.

Zoe crosses her arms defensively. “Hey, I think I’m doing a pretty fantastic job for someone who just learned they have magickal abilities like two seconds ago. Sure, I don’t spend all day and night studying like you, but I’ve learned a ton in just a short time.”

“Yes, and that’s the most annoying part about you,” Beckett mumbles just loud enough for her to hear. “We aren’t all sun-atts with extraordinary abilities. Some of us have to work harder if we want to be at the top of the class.”

“So is that why you don’t like me?” she asks, somewhat as a test.

“I..I don’t,” He stutters and drops his eyes to the floor. “Why do you think I don’t like you?”

Zoe frowns. “Well for starters, you just called me annoying.”

Beckett sighs. “I’m sorry. You aren’t annoying, it’s just frustrating to have to work so hard to learn things you can probably do in your sleep. You know how I’ve always been in my sister’s shadow. I’m trying hard to stand out here.”

“I suppose I can understand that, but honestly I’m just trying my best to get my footing here…which is probably not making you feel any better,” Zoe muses.

Beckett chuckles. “I only wish I could stumble along so gracefully.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Maybe you don’t have the most powerful innate abilities, but you are just about the smartest person I know.” Zoe takes a seat next to Beckett at the table. “And probably the hottest guy at the school.”

Beckett drops his gaze and pages mindlessly through his book while the tips of his ears turn bright red. “Well, I should get back to studying. I can open the door and let you back out.”

Zoe sighs. “See, that’s the other reason I don’t think you like me very much. Every time I compliment you, and give you hints that I like you, you shut me out. Am I making you uncomfortable because you don’t like me that way?”

“Um…no, that’s not it.” Beckett’s Adam’s apple bob’s as he swallows hard. “I just assumed you were teasing me because it’s so easy to make me blush. The popular girls in prep school used to make a game of it. I was a scrawny bookworm, and I knew none of them actually wanted me. Still didn’t stop my heart from racing and my face from turning beet red every time one of them talked to me.”

Zoe’s eyes roam over Beckett’s broad shoulders. He is far from scrawny now and fills out his blazer quite nicely. “All that yoga and whatever else you’ve been doing must be paying off, because from what I can tell, you’ve got a lot going on under here.”  She trails a finger down his chest over his button-down shirt.

Beckett’s face turns a darker shade of crimson. “Zoe, please don’t play with me like that if you don’t mean it. I know you’re probably more interested in someone like Griffin or Everett.”

Zoe throws her head back in frustration. “What’s it going to take for you to get it Beckett?” Words aren’t working so maybe actions will. She leaps out of her chair and swings a leg over him, straddling his lap and staring intently into his dove gray eyes. “I’m not interested in anyone else. I want you, Beckett, but if you don’t feel the same, tell me to go, and I’ll go. I won’t bring it up ever again.” Her hands are on the back of the chair on either side of him, their lips now only inches apart. She swears she can hear his heart rapidly beating in his chest and she can tell he’s already hard.

“Don’t go,” He barely manages to get out, his voice strangled. “I want you too. I have since the first time I saw you.”

Zoe’s lips curve into a smile. “The feeling was mutual. I couldn’t wait to break down that grumpy exterior.” She leans in to close the distance, pausing only millimeters away. “Is this okay?”

Beckett doesn’t answer. Instead he snakes and arm around her back and weaves the other hand in her hair. Tentatively pressing his lips to hers. Zoe parts her mouth in response and Beckett takes her cue, slipping his tongue inside.

Zoe kisses him back hungrily and sinks down deeper, pressing into his body and eliciting a groan from deep inside him. She strokes the light stubble on his face and takes in his smell, his taste – everything about him is intoxicating. Minutes or even longer pass, neither stopping except to take a breath. She unbuttons his blazer and pushes it off of his shoulders. She lifts her own sweater over her head, and then starts to undo the buttons on his shirt.

Becket grabs her wrists and pulls his head back. “Wait. I, uh…I’ve never done this before.”

Zoe resists the urge to blurt out ‘obviously’ to whatever he’s inferring. It’s not like she’s had tons of experience either, but she’s no virgin. “I didn’t assume you had much experience. We can take it slow…table this for another time.”

“Ugh, Beckett groans.” “I really don’t want to stop, but…”

He’s right, his first time, no their first time, shouldn’t happen just yet, but that doesn’t mean they can’t have any fun. “How about a compromise. Have you ever had a blowjob?” The expression on Beckett’s face is priceless, and if she wasn’t sitting on his lap, he’d probably have fallen out of his chair by now. “I’ll take that as a no. Would you like one? Would you be comfortable with that?”

“Comfortable wouldn’t be the word I’d choose,” his voice cracks, “but, um, you can do that if you want.” His nervousness is adorable.

“Okay, but feel free to stop me at any time.” Zoe sinks down to her knees between Beckett’s legs and unzips his fly. She looks up at him and he smiles, so she takes that as her confirmation to continue.

Beckett gasps as she opens the slit in his boxer briefs and guides his cock out. His length and girth are respectable and he’s perfectly shaped. She pushes the fabric to either side of his balls, cupping them in one hand, and he shifts in his seat. She wraps her other hand around his shaft and slides it upwards, twisting it around and over the head. Beckett moans loudly. “Zoe, that’s-”

Before he can finish she takes him in her mouth as far as she can go and he grips the arms of the chair tightly, knuckles turning white. She hears him breathing heavily, and he bucks his hips towards her. There’s definitely no going back now. She grasps his base again and moves her hand and mouth in synchronized rhythm, twirling her tongue around the tip every so often.

“Fuck, Zoe, I’m not going to last any longer,” he warns. She doesn’t know if he expects her to pull off, but she’s not afraid to swallow. She takes him in deeper and he cries out as his cock pulsates, sending his cum straight down her throat. She pulls off slowly, making sure to clean up every last drop on her way. She gets up to press a kiss to his lips and then sits on the table facing him. Beckett appears too stunned to talk or move, still trying to catch his breath.

“Are you okay there, Beckett?” she asks with a sly grin.

“Uh, yeah…wow…I’m good…very good.” He replies and Zoe giggles. He readjusts himself and zips his pants back up. “So…” He scratches the back of his head. “I can return the favor…if you want.” He looks down at the floor again.

“It’s sweet of you to offer, it really is, but please don’t feel like you owe me anything.” Zoe wants it so bad right now, but she doesn’t want him to feel like he has to do anything for her.

Beckett’s eyes dart down to her short black skirt and he bites his lip. She’s not being very demure right now, sitting in the table with her legs spread far enough apart that he’s probably caught a peak of her black lace thong.

“Trust me, I want this.” Beckett kneels on the floor before her and pushes her knees further apart. His shaky hands wander up her thighs. She shifts her hips as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of her thong and slips it off, letting it drop to the floor. She shimmies to the edge of the table and hikes her skirt over her hips. He’s close enough she can feel his hot breath on her.

Beckett takes a deep breath, hesitates, and then dives right in. He grips her hips and moves his tongue playfully through her folds, dipping past her entrance one or twice, his warm, wet tongue sending pleasurable twinges through her core. As he licks upwards and circles her clit, she’s not only pleasantly surprised that he knows where to find it, but that he’s actually good at this, probably even better than the other guys who’ve said they have done it before. A warm tingling sensation builds as he sucks with gentle pressure, and she soon forgets his lack of experience. She twists her hands in his hair to hold him tight to her because she’s getting close. “That feels so good Beckett, keep going.” She pleads.

Beckett moans, sending vibrations across her skin. Zoe rolls her hips, the pressure and angle just so that she comes undone. “Fuck, Beckett…Yes!” She practically screams as an intense orgasm rips through her, reaching all the way to her fingers and toes. He walls pulsate much longer than when she gets off on her own, and her chest heaves as she tries to slow her breaths.

Beckett sits back in his chair and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Did I do that right?” he tries to ask with a straight face, but she detects a hint of a smirk.

“You give me one mind-blowing orgasm, and now you’re all cocky, huh?” Zoe teases.

Beckett laughs and shakes his head. “I wouldn’t say that…” And then the full realization of what she just said appears to wash over him. “Was it really that good?”

“It was fucking amazing. You sure you’ve never done that before?” Zoe quirks an eyebrow.

“No, but I’ve done my research.” Beckett admits sheepishly.

“Heh. What, like porn?” Zoe inquires.

“God no,” Beckett scoffs. “I mean, I have watched some, but not for that reason. I’ve read some things, and also watched some videos, but they were instructional videos.”

“Oh my god, Beckett. You are such a nerd…but a really cute nerd, and I hope I get the chance to benefit from your research again.

Beckett’s face lights up. “So…does this mean, we are like, dating or something?”

Zoe’s been waiting so long for Beckett to make a move, she almost can’t believe what she’s hearing. She hops down from the table and plants herself on Beckett’s lap, kissing him slow and sweet. She combs her fingers through his hair and looks softly into his eyes. “I thought you’d never ask.”