Disproving Calculations - Part 1

(Still at Zack's)

This time I'm first to wake up. Maybe, because I'm cold. Maybe, because I'm still naked and I have no blanket. I'm laying with my back to Zack, so I turn around. "Jeez..." That hurts. My hair was twisted in his fingers. (Can I say that?) I still wonder, if he wants to do all that or if he simply does, because I do it. But then, he wouldn't need to do it while I sleep, right? And he has the blanket. All of it.

Maybe I should get dressed, too... at least, a little bit dressed. A look on his alarm clock tells me it's not too early to stay awake now. 9 is a good time. After I reached for my slip and his shirt from the last day, I decide to put on my own shirt, the comfortable one I brought with me. I don't know how he thinks about other people wearing his clothes. When I grab for my shirt, I see the other blanket laying on the floor, on 'my side' of the bed. Of course, I'm the blanket-thief again. I again turn around to Zack, wondering if it was okay, if I'd get under his blanket, when I'm awake and only he sleeps. I pull my knees up to my chin. Fortunately, my t-shirt is big enough to cover my legs. Now that I don't have the freezing problem, I'm happy with watching him for the moment.

"Are you staring at me?" He doesn't even open his eyes. Since when was he awake?
"Um, no?"
He opens his eyes, slowly focusing on me. "Why are you lying?" He doesn't sound angry, just curious.
"I wouldn't say I'm staring at you... I just... watched?"
"You watched me sleeping?"
"Sounds weird, right?"
"I don't know."
"What do you think, then?"
"I don't think it's weird. I don't know what it is, but it doesn't seem bad to me."
"'Weird' does not always mean, that something is bad, you know?"
He needs a second to follow my thoughts. But he gets it.
"I know... but most people say it like that." Wow, actually too serious for a morning talk in the bed, but okay.
"Like Agent Booth?"
"Yes. How do you know?"
"He said I wasn't normal, when you were with Angela before we went out. You know, in the lab, yesterday."
"He did?"
"Yeah, to Dr. Brennan, but I heard it. He didn't even try to not let me hear it. But, you know that not everyone who says you're weird, means it in a negative way, right?"
"Who doesn't?"
I thought he would at least know one person. "Hodgins, Angela... Dr. Brennan."
"How would you know they don't mean it like that?"
"Because they love you, Zack. They're your friends." He sits up.
"But Agent Booth seems to be right, I'm weird and most time it seems to be impractical."
"For what?"
"What?"
"Impractical for what?"
"Everything that hasn't to do anything with logic." He seems to think about something more special. I decide to ask about that later.
"Okay, just remember, there are people who think you're weird, but don't think it's bad, okay? And he said I was weird, too. And Dr. Brennan is and he likes her."
"You too think I'm weird?" Hm. I'm always for the truth.
"You are, Zack. But me, and a lot of people are, too. Why should anyone have the right to split people into good or bad kind of weird. You know, I like your kind of weirdness."
He thinks about it. I take his hands, interlacing our fingers. He looks down to our hands. His little finger is a little stiff, but actually okay. Doesn't look like I'm going to get an answer. Sometimes it happens, that he decides there was no need to give an answer like "okay" or something.
Looks like the serious morning talk came to an end here.
"What are we going to do?" I finally ask.
"I don't know. What would you like to do?" Good question.
"Something that will make you smile again. Or at least, not looking that bleakly."
He thinks again. There was a vein (not sure if it's the right word) of a smile back on his face.
"You've got an idea?"
"Yes." He says, but then his smile vanishes.
"What?" I ask.
"Maybe it's something else than you thought about." Until now, I didn't think about anything special. Now I do...
"Just say it, I had nothing special in mind."
He gets up and grabs his shirt. "What about cornflakes and Firefly? And maybe you can do that thing with my hair again." Sounds good. I like that show. And cornflakes. And his hair.
"Alright." I get up too and put on my sweatpants I brought for this. He searches for jeans in his wardrobe. "Don't you have something more comfortable than jeans?"
"I have sweatpants, too. Do you want to do some morning sports?" I laugh, I don't even try to hide.
"No, I thought it might be more comfortable while watching Firefly."
"I never thought about that..."
"See? Trust me, it's good." I say this a lot, the last weeks. So, we make ourselves comfortable on the couch, just like the other times.
After two episodes, he seems to be really content. I decide to try to invent something new.
I let my fingertips not only run over his head, but down his neck. It doesn't seem to bother him, so I start tickling him this place right where the hair starts (no idea how to say that). Is that the 'what's going on here'-look on his face? (There we go again, I left this in, because I think it's not that creepy)

"What are you doing?" Yep, it was.
"I don't know. Just felt like doing that. Should I stop?"
"Um, no, you don't have to. But..."
"But what, Zack?"
"It makes me think about sex, I guess."
"You guess that?" I laugh.
"Is that weird?"
It's not, I knew one guy who felt like that and one who just liked it. "No, it's not."
"Sooo... " So what, you genius?
"Yes?"
He just looks at me. Is that the mood?
"Alright." I say and we're making out again.

We're not even ten minutes into it, when his phone rings. He can't, so I grab for it. Hodgins again. He holds his hand out for the phone, but I pick up instead.

"Hey elderly man, why are you bothering us?"
"Oh boy, hey kid. Can you give me the weird guy you call your boyfriend?"
I think about that. Actually, I could. But Zack decided to let me do what I want, what includes keep on pleasing him... He doesn't seem to be prepared for talking to Hodgins right now.
"You know, I think he's a little busy." I can't hide anything in my voice...
"Jeez, girl, I don't need the details."
"Okay, just tell me what you want."
"We have a case, I need Zack to come with me." Oh, come on. Really?
"Um, right... now?"
"I give you ten minutes."
"Thanks Hodgins." Oh, we don't even need the ten minutes anymore. At least, Zack doesn't.
"Uh..."
"What? Was that him? Dude, I hope for you, that he won't talk about sex all the time again."
"Um, sorry? Can't do anything against that, you know."
"Of course, you can't. Now, 10 minutes." And he ends the call. I put away the phone, and look at Zack, from my place on his lap. "Looks like at least one of us had a lot of fun."
"Didn't you have any?"
"Of course, I had." I'm still grinning about how exhausted he looks after doing almost nothing.
"You can't do anything against what?" He then wants to know.
"Against you talking about sex to Hodgins."
"You could. I wouldn't do it, if you don't like it."
"Oh, you know... it's not me having a problem with that, it's Hodgins who can't face that you're not a robot, but a man." That smile. That was so the right thing to say.
"But, you should get dressed now..." I sigh. "You got to work." He jumps, making me fall on the couch. "Ey, don't you do that again."
"Uh, sorry." That already comes from his bedroom. I pick up my clothes from around the couch and get dressed, while he runs around like mad. He totally failed to button up his shirt.
"Okay, okay, calm down, Zacky." I cut him off before he can run out of the door.
"You know, I'd love to have more sex with you, but right now, I got to work." What? Oh. I just wanted to button his shirt right.
"No, I know Zack, but you don't have to hurry like this. Hodgins said ten minutes, you have four left. And you fucked up buttoning your shirt."
"What?"
He watches me buttoning up his shirt again.
"Oh, thank you."

I give his shirt a tug to make him bend down for a kiss. He just looks distracted. So, I stretch on tiptoes again, to at least give him a peck on his lips.

"What am I going to do, now?" I want to know. Aaand, he doesn't know.
"You... yeah, you know, I have no idea. Do you want to wait? I don't know, you can stay..."
that's what I wanted to hear. "Alright, yes, I want to wait."
"Okay, make yourself at home." And after finally kissing me goodbye, he rushes out of the door.

Alright. So, I'm together with this weird but absolutely cute guy for a week now, and here I am. Alone at his place, having no idea, what to do. Probably I should use this opportunity to at least try to learn more about psychology... Genius I am, I always have some books in my bag...

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I always take out all the smut parts, so the few younger readers of my few readers can still read this ;D I could make an extra book for that, if anyone is interested, because, yeah, the sex-scenes I regulary hint at exist in my original writing. If only one person wants to read them, just tell me. And even when you're only a few people, I want to thank you even more, that you read this :)