Summary: On the way to Thanksgiving dinner at Abbie and Tyler’s, Zig and MC (Lydia) find something to be thankful for.
Zig squinted as he surveyed the street signs, driving slowly through the neighborhoods.
“Am I supposed to turn soon? I feel like I should be turning soon,” he said. Lydia checked her phone.
“One mile,” she said. “But you drove to Tyler and Abbie’s last time, I thought you’d remember how to get there.”
Zig shrugged.
“What can I say?” he asked with a smirk. “You were in the car with me and I find you to be very distracting.”
“Oh really?” Lydia asked, grinning slyly. She unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over towards Zig as he drove, planting fluttering, butterfly kisses along his ear and neck.
“Gatita,” he said with mock reproach. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” Lydia said innocently as she gently placed her hand on his knee. For Thanksgiving, Zig had decided to forego his usual uniform of jeans and a t-shirt in favor of slacks and a button up shirt. She could feel the muscles in his leg twitch underneath the thinner fabric as she slid her fingers up along his inner thigh.
“Hey, we’re going to be there soon,” Zig said. “I can’t show up with a–” His words were cut off with a soft groan as Lydia cupped him through his pants and squeezed gently.
“With a what?” Lydia whispered teasingly in his ear. She unzipped his pants and undid the button before sliding a hand inside, her fingers finding his hard flesh.
“I’m pretty sure I missed the turn,” he said, shifting under her touch. Lydia pulled him free from his pants and began to run her hand up and down his length, slightly squeezing the tip.
“You should probably pull over so we can check the directions,” she murmured.
A couple blocks away, Zig could see a grocery store at the edge of the neighborhood, the parking lot already empty after what had surely been a frenzied supermarket only hours earlier. He parked the car in the back corner of the lot and no sooner did he have the car in park when Lydia leaned down and took him in her mouth. He groaned and tilted his hips up slightly as she sucked deeply.
“We’re going to be late,” he said hoarsely as he knotted his fingers in her hair.
“Do you want me to stop?” Lydia asked, her words muffled by a full mouth. The vibration of her voice made him shiver as she resumed her steady pace, shifting so that she was kneeling on the passenger seat.
“God, no,” he said. Zig slid his hand along her back until he reached her skirt. He tugged the fabric up and was surprised to find she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “Oh, fuck, Dia,” he murmured as he felt her exposed, wet lips. He slid a finger inside her, then two, slowly moving his fingers in and out of her as she pushed her hips back against his hand. She moaned softly.
“Slow down, I’m not going to last much longer,” Zig said. But Lydia ignored him, picking up speed instead. He slid his slick fingers out of her and began to rub her clit, following her lead with the pace. Lydia moaned at his touch and Zig could have sworn her tongue was everywhere at once. He squirmed underneath her, overcome by pleasure until he finally came, hot and pulsing as she took him in.
Lydia sat back in her own seat, legs spread with her skirt still pulled up around her waist, both of them breathless. Even spent, Zig found himself staring at her hungrily.
“I couldn’t wait, I’m sorry,” he said, his eyes fixed between her open legs.
“Don’t apologize, I wanted you to come,” Lydia said with a grin. “What sort of distraction would I be if I didn’t make it worth your while?” She slid her hands between her legs, sighing softly as she slipped a finger inside and started to rub her clit in slow circles. “However, you should consider this a preview for later.”
Zig watched Lydia with focused fascination as she played with herself. Even though he was spent, he felt an intense desire for her as he watched her pick up speed, her breath hitching as she brought herself closer and closer. Her hips started to buck as she neared her climax and Zig found himself wishing he could bury himself between her legs, but he stayed where he was, exercising the last remnants of his self control. When Lydia came, her cries filled the car, echoing in Zig’s ears as he watched her undulating body. As her body slowed and her cries dimmed, Zig leaned across the car, capturing her mouth with a passionate kiss.
“I’m not going to be able to think about anything else during dinner,” he murmured between kisses. “Maybe we should just skip Thanksgiving and head home.”
Lydia laughed and kissed him again.
“We can’t skip dinner,” she said. “Abbie is already a little too high strung from planning this whole thing and she’d freak out if we skipped for anything less than hospitalization. However,” Lydia added, “I promise that if we go to dinner, then when we get home I’ll give you something to be very, very thankful for.”
Zig grinned.
“I’m already thankful for you, even without all this,” he said, gesturing to his still undone pants and her hiked up skirt. “I love you more than anything, Dia.”
She smiled and kissed him softly, cupping his face in her hands.
“I love you, too.”
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