Summary: It’s the morning of their graduation, and Zig has a surprise for MC (Lydia). However, she just might have one for him, too.
As the gray early morning light filtered into the kitchen, Zig replaced the coffee filter, added the grounds, and hit the start button. He leaned back against the counter as the coffee pot gurgled to life. Graduation day. He couldn’t believe it was actually here. Through a combination of summer school and an extra heavy course load, he’d managed to finish in three years so he could graduate with Lydia. And now, after all that hard work, the last day was finally here. Zig crossed his arms over his bare chest and settled in to wait for the coffee machine.
“Zig?”
He turned around and saw Lydia standing in the bedroom doorway, wearing only one of his white t-shirts.
“Dia, what are you doing up?” he asked, pushing off the counter to stand up straight.
“Better question is, what are you doing up?” she asked with a smile as she came into the kitchen and hopped up on the counter in front of him. Zig stepped closer to her, settling himself between her knees.
“I think you know why I’m up,” Zig said as he leaned in to kiss her neck, his lips grazing against her skin.
“That’s not what I meant,” Lydia said as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, scooting to the edge of the kitchen counter.
“Even though my last shift was a couple days ago, I haven’t been able to shake the coffee shop hours,” Zig said, trailing his lips along her collarbone.
“I can’t believe it’s graduation day,” she said as she traced her fingertips along the top of his pajama pants. Zig felt himself growing more excited and he rans his hands up her thighs.
“I have a present for you,” he said. Lydia grinned and slid her hands down the front of his pants, wrapping her hands around him.
“Yes, I can tell,” she said, stretching her fingers lightly tracing her nails over his balls. Zig groaned slightly and involuntarily bucked into her hands.
“That’s actually not what I had in mind,” he murmured.
“What did you get me?” Lydia asked, kissing his earlobe.
“I …” Zig started, before his voice trailed off. Lydia kept one hand on his cock and with the other, she took Zig’s hand and slid it under the t-shirt she wore. “I am having a very hard time remembering anything at the moment.”
“But what about my present?” Lydia asked innocently, the devilish grin belying her tone. In response, Zig yanked at her panties, nearly pulling her off the counter. He tossed them aside and returned to his position between her legs. Next, Zig pulled up her shirt–his shirt–and tugged it off, dropping it into a heap beside his feet on the kitchen floor. He took one of her nipples in his mouth, flicking his tongue across it as she arched her back, her breath deepening with pleasure. When he moved over to her other breast, Zig’s fingers found Lydia’s core, warm and wet and inviting. He circled her clit with his thumb and she moaned softly, pushing herself against Zig’s hand. He felt her tremble under his touch and he slid a finger inside her, beckoning her closer in a way that he knew always pushed her over the edge. Moments later, Lydia cried out, digging her nails into his back as she came.
“I want you,” she panted, still breathing hard and riding the descent of her orgasm.
She didn’t have to tell him twice. Zig pushed down his pajama pants and Lydia reached for him, guiding him to her. He thrust into her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. He dug his fingers into her hips and she tightened around him.
“God, I’m not going to last very long,” he whispered, feeling fully consumed by the feel of her, the smell of her hair, the sound of her moans in his ear.
“Come for me,” she said, her last word cut off by an involuntary cry. “Come for me,” she begged again. A few thrusts later and he was there, obeying her order, his hips flush against hers as she shuddered from her own orgasm, biting into his shoulder. Zig knew there would be a mark later, and he relished the thought. He loved the signs Lydia left behind on his body, temporary tattoos marking him as hers.
After giving himself a moment to catch his breath, Zig pulled up his pajama pants. Lydia made no such move to cover herself and stayed where she was, naked and awash in a post-coital glow on the kitchen counter. Zig kissed her softly, tracing his hand over her body. She was intoxicating. He’d thought this feeling would have faded over the past few years that they’d been together, but he was just as consumed by her as the very first time he saw her in the campus coffee shop.
“So,” Lydia said. “I believe you were going to tell me about my graduation present.”
“Yes,” Zig said, the fog still hazy in his brain from the feel of her. “Right. Well, I was thinking we could take a trip to celebrate graduation.”
“Oh yeah?” Lydia asked with a grin. “What were you thinking, a road trip?”
“Actually,” Zig said, “I was thinking a bigger trip.”
“How much bigger?”
Zig smiled.
“I booked us a month-long backpacking trip around Europe.”
“What?” Lydia exclaimed, sitting up straighter. “How … how is that even possible?”
“I got the idea last year, so I’ve been saving as much as humanly possible from the coffee shop. I’m sorry I’ve been such a cheapskate for the past year, but I wanted to give us as much vacation money as possible to be able to do whatever you want.”
“Oh my god, Zig … I can’t believe it! When do we leave?”
“Day after tomorrow. We fly into London and I booked a few nights at a hostel when we first arrive, but after that, I figured we can move around however we want, be totally spontaneous,” Zig explained. Lydia just stared at him, her mouth slack in shock. “Are you … happy?”
“Oh my god, of course I am!” Lydia said, pulling him into a tight hug. “I can’t believe you did this for me! This is going to be such an incredible trip, I can’t wait. I can’t even … god, the new leather jacket I got you for graduation sucks in comparison to this!”
“You got me a new jacket?” Zig asked with a grin. Lydia covered her eyes.
“Yes, and then I told you about it before you could open it! Shit!” she exclaimed. Zig laughed and kissed her forehead.
“Just you agreeing to this trip with me is present enough,” he said, holding her close.
However, that wasn’t entirely truthful. There was one thing he wanted from her, but he wasn’t ready to ask her for it. Not yet. Zig thought of the small velvet box in the back of his sock drawer. He’d been waiting for the right moment and he knew the right moment would come during their trip. He just knew it.
“Zig?”
“Hmm?” he asked, her voice pulling him out of his thoughts.
“Coffee’s ready.”
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