Gabby's Sweater Dress Chapter 7: Theatre
POV: Gabby / Zac
A/n: Sexual content.
March 13, 2008
It had been over 2 weeks since Sierra joined and I still wanted to avoid her. Telling Zac about the name hadn’t really helped me, she still called me Kitten only now Zac looked totally pissed when she did. The tension on the bus was creeping closer to explosion level and I knew that it was partially my fault, snapping at people about random things. Poor Carrick stayed away for days after that night I snapped at him.
It wasn’t all Sierra’s fault though, really she just made me feel weird things around her and I feared she’d blab my whole past but she hadn’t really done that. Most of the stress was Simon, he had rather laid off texting me. But, he kept sending pictures and they now included messages, not threats just put downs. A picture of me with some random guy just said ‘whore’, ones with Tera and even Sierra said the same thing. I tried blocking his e-mail, but he just created a new ones. I tried setting up another account and he found me there too.
Even without him the fans weren’t being very nice either. I tried to be nice and not post a lot of us and I still maintained including Ike and Taylor too, even ones of them with their girlfriends and now fiancé. Yet, the comments on the boys or on the couples of them were fine. Most said they were good, some said great. The ones of Zac and I? Only a few ever said positive items. Most every message was calling me a name. I was everything from a bitch to a whore to a slut who was sleeping with them all. Rarely did anyone stand up for me and twice I saw Abigail stand up. But she couldn’t anymore stop them than I could.
It was just 7:30 and we were in Seattle, the show was Saturday but Stella flew up to spend time with Taylor for his birthday tomorrow. We had dinner plans for him and a small party planned, but nothing major. Zac was asleep and I had been trying to draw if it didn’t come out as a naked Sierra it came out depressing. I didn’t even know why I bothered to draw again.
Sis – you up?
I am, unfortunately. Why are you up so early?
AM shift. Hadn’t heard from you in a few days but I did see his tweet with the horses…
Yeah, we went horseback riding in Montana. Gorgeous area. I’ll e-mail some pictures.
Cool – but that’s not what I focused on. Are you okay? You looked…idk – lost?
I’m fine, just tired and ill and want to be home. How is Grace?
She’s doing better, cold kicked her butt good. But she’s cleared for work now. Are you sure that’s all? They aren’t treating you badly are they? Do I need to do a well-visit?!?!
I swear Bro, that’s all. Glad she’s feeling better. Haha, I’ve been ill so there all treating me like a queen. I should keep being ill for that purpose. No visit needed unless you just want too!
Been thinking about it actually, haven’t seen my brother-in-law perform ever. Although, Grace has once or twice long ago.
I’ve seen them too many times! We play Tulsa the 1 st of April, I swear it’s not a joke!
I know Cain’s is already advertising and Zac provided me with tickets for that show already. But we were thinking doing Kansas or Santa Fe also.
Either way, if you’ll let me know I can get you tickets.
I know lil sis. ; -) Positive you are okay? Don’t make me come find out.
I am sure. :- )
I laid the phone down and Zac turned over, I swear he wasn’t as tired and worn out he probably would have jumped me the moment we got here, but Taylor had group plans but he’d told Taylor to count us out today, he planned to sleep. So I drew, not liking anything I did, and he slept. I checked my e-mail about 9 and got more messages from Simon, another three pictures this time with other guys. I checked social media sites for the last picture I had posted, which came from Idaho’s show. The comments were no better.
Zac’s so called wife, but she posts a lot of the other two? Pretty sure she’s not his real wife.
She’s not blonde and I swear Zac was staring at every blonde on the Utah walk!
Staring? Please, he probably took a few back to the hotel too. She is just very naive.
He only married her because she was pregnant, obviously she lied to him. Why else would he?
Did it ever occur you guys that he married her because he wanted too? Sure, she’s no blonde and he’s probably fucking everything with blonde hair behind her back..But still he had to agree to the marriage!
I sighed as they got into more name calling. Abigail told me to privatize the account and I had considered it but it didn’t stop me from hearing them during the walks. When they didn’t think I could hear them, Sierra had heard one fan and started to say something but I stopped her. I didn’t want to start problems.
Zac turned and peeked at me. “You got up…”
“Hours ago actually.”
“You showered without me? So mean.”
“I showered at 8:30, you were still passed out.”
Were the fans right? He really hadn’t come on to me in days, sure we were both tired but that hadn’t mattered before. Of course I was going to make sure by the time we made it back to the hotel he couldn’t resist. Stella and I had gone shopping while we were in Idaho, she’s convinced me to buy a long sleeve sweater dress, it was a medium grey, fit very snug and given the weather today would be perfect. I even got boots that would keep my legs warm.
“What time is it?”
“Around ten. I was about to wake you up because my little snack bar is wearing off.”
He turned and yawned before getting up, he paused briefly to look at the dress before he got clothes, showered and got dressed himself. He reached for the drawing pad before I could really stop him and then he just blinked.
“Um, wow.”
“Sorry, it’s just what came out.”
“Well, I’m surely not telling Sierra you are drawing her naked.”
“You don’t have too, she saw it last week. Didn’t believe it was mine though.”
He flipped through and stopped at the really dark one, lot of black in that one. Lot of cords and wires, it was like a representation of social media to me, always being plugged in and the negative shit that comes for it.
“It’s different, but not bad. Very dark.”
He laid it back down and finished getting dressed as I closed things down. I hadn’t really mentioned the e-mails because like the texts there was nothing I could do legally. I also quite enjoyed some of the pictures, but not all of them.
“Where did Taylor and Stella go?” I asked.
“He took her over to Forks, apparently Twilight is set there.”
“Twilight?” I asked.
“Vampire book series..I’m shock you haven’t read it.”
“No, but I may now.”
He rolled his eyes and we left to get lunch but then we didn’t go back to the hotel, he went to the Seattle Art Museum.
“Another date day?”
“May as well be, there isn’t anything at the hotel to do and we have dinner reservations anyway.”
I could certainly think of many things we could do at the hotel.
“We do?” I asked.
“Yep. Are you going to be warm enough?”
I put my arms around him. “I will as long as you’re here.”
I had to give it to him, the museum really was something worth seeing. Highlighting all types of art and sculptures it was a good place to walk off lunch and it kept us from being bored. I could even examine the art here and see where I failed so miserably at. My favorite section was actually a Chinese collection of art and calligraphy. He tweeted a picture of me in front of one of the pieces, I didn’t even know until the notification pinged me. “Seattle Museum of Art with the wife” is how he captioned it, when I went to the bathroom I saw the comments, dozens by that point.
Wife? Publicity stunt more like it. We know it’s just B.S.
Has she gained weight?! I recall her not being that “wide?” before…
I should probably reply, respond, do something but why bother? I was washing my hands when the notification went off again and I checked after they were dry. It was a direct message, so I opened it.
Kitten – I know damn well you see these bullshit posts. Why aren’t YOU saying anything?
I blinked. What posts?
Don’t play that game with me Gabriella Skye. I know DAMN well you know what posts I mean. They’re all but attacking you directly. Say. Something.
Like what Sierra? They’re just jealous because I am his wife. Nothing I say or do will stop them. It’s not worth my time to fight with fans who won’t ever like me.
You didn’t lie when you said you changed.
I closed it and went back out, met him at the next exhibit. When we’d roamed the entire museum we left that place and I thought for sure we’d head back but he took me Chihuly Garden and Glass.
“Our reservations for dinner are up there.”
The Seattle Space Needle, a 605 foot tall location, and we were eating dinner way up there?
“Glad I’m not afraid of heights.”
“The restaurant is around 500 feet and the observation deck is 520.” He said.
“Nice, tall but nice.”
We went inside the next location, right beside it and just the visuals here was stunning. It was mostly blown glass in a variety of shapes, colors, and designs. A breezeway held a ceiling of blown glass, casting colors all over the walls and us, I even ignored the notification, certain he’d taken another photo and I got several of my own and even posted them on Instagram and Twitter. Chihuly’s was a spectacular place and it was the perfect thing leading up to dinner. We chose the elevator as over 800 steps didn’t sound pleasant to either of us, we were seated on the outer rim near a window and the view from this high up was breathtaking, let alone when we began to move. It was the perfect place to see the entire city.
“You seem to like the view.”
“What’s not to like about it? I can see the entire city.”
“City doesn’t quite compare to you.”
I turned and looked at him, had he just said that?
“The city is quite breathtaking.”
“This city’s never taken my breath away but you have.”
I could feel the rush of heat to my face and I was quite glad that the appetizer had arrived, I wasn’t use to compliments that strong! Dinner was so nice and pleasant, we kept the conversation light. He didn’t mention Sierra or Simon, Max or anyone else. The three times his phone rang, he completely ignored it, mine was on silent anyway. When we were both done and the ticket was covered we went to the observation deck. I glanced down and it was a staggering height.
“Do you always have to look down?”
“I’m curious. Not like I have any chance of falling, it’s enclosed pretty well.”
His arms slide around my waist and he held me there. “It is true Gabriella. The city never took my breath away but you have. Standing on the bus putting your things up. No one ever did that before.”
“Are you trying to make me cry here?”
“No, but there isn’t a point in denying the truth.”
“You keep this up and no one will ever come close to you.”
I felt his lips on my neck. “That’s the whole point.”
“No one comes close now, you just keep pushing it higher and higher.”
“Until no one else in the world can ever be a close replacement.”
“You are getting quite romantic here, we should visit Seattle more.”
“How about a movie?”
“A movie?”
“Yeah, there is a theatre right there, I can see it.”
I was rather hoping for something more private, but a movie did sound nice so I agreed. Before we left the observation deck he asked someone to take a picture of us and they did, which was uploaded a moment later. I was afraid to look, so I didn’t. Instead we took the elevator back down and went to the theatre, I went to the bathroom while he bought tickets. His three calls had been Isaac checking in, but I had dozens of notifications. I stared at the caption to his post.
No city comes close to being as breathtaking as my wife.
The first message I could see was one remarking my weight so I didn’t even bother. Instead I turned the notifications off and met him at the line, we didn’t get popcorn or anything, I was too stuffed to eat anything else. He did get a bottle of water for us both before we went to the room number. He lead us inside and around the corner and all the way to the top, but he chose a seat above the steps.
“What are we even watching?” I asked.
“Sex and the City.”
I blinked, I could have sworn he’d said he’d never see that movie. But I sat down and watched the previews for upcoming movies, but within fifteen minutes of the start I was wondering if he’d care if I napped. He hadn’t put the bar down between us so I was seriously contemplating just leaning over on his shoulder and napping when I felt him move and felt his lips land on my neck. A hand was suddenly on my thigh as well, confused me and for a moment I wondered if I had fallen asleep.
“You know there are people here.”
“There are five others and they’re all in the front.”
He kept on and it finally hit me, he never intended to watch the movie, which is why he chose this one.
“You know…if we’re caught.”
“We won’t be. None of them are paying us any attention.”
There was a slight bite to my ear and his hand was higher on my thigh. It really wouldn’t be the first time I’d done anything inside a movie theatre and again, I really was hoping for more than just sleep tonight anyway. I think I rather shocked him when I moved into his lap, tangling my hands into his hair. Even though I heard the choked yelp when I snagged the tangle too.
“We could have gone to the hotel.”
“No, that dress…no.”
His hands were quick to find their way up the skirt and I heard the light moan when he realized I hadn’t worn any panties at all. His fingers found the spot quickly and I sank my teeth into his shoulder to prevent other noises.
“Fuck, you are so wet.”
“Your fault.” I whispered.
My hands found the zipper of his pants and thank god he’d worn loose ones, I made quick work and no underwear for him either.
“Seems your thoughts have been naughty too.”
“The dresses fault.”
As his fingers moved inside me it was getting harder to be as quiet as possible and I tried to maintain some consistency in my strokes, I felt the edges of the dress slide up more, but fuck I wanted more. When he slid down just a bit I didn’t need to ask, I just moved up and then down onto him. He felt bigger in this limited position or maybe it was just the thought of being caught. His hands massages my breast through the top, but he pulled me down and attached his lips to mine as he sped up.
I could hear the noises from the movie but what I heard more was his breathing against my neck, the soft little noises, both of us trying desperately not to make much noise. His hands traveled over my sides and onto my ass where he was pushing me down harder, making it harder to stay quiet. I made up for that by just attaching my lips to his or onto his neck. It didn’t seem to last too long before both of us were coming, definitely a time to attach lips to each other. Prevent those noises, but then I just laid there, the movie was close to being done I guessed.
“I should have come here sooner.” He said.
“You could have just gone back to the hotel, would have had all day.”
“I have all day tomorrow for that, this whole movie idea was fantastic.”
I kissed him. “I love you. Especially when you’re being sappy.”
He pulled me down for a much deeper kiss. “I love you, always. But the credits are about to run so the lights are about to come on.”
I moved slightly which allowed him to quickly fix himself and he used a Kleenex to wipe the pants off.
“You totally planned this.”
I shimmied the dress back down into place and he pulled me in for a kiss. “Always wanted to try a theatre, no one in the world I’d risk going to jail for but you.”
I gently punched his arm. “If that’s what you wanted you should have just said something, I would have worn something…less.”
“No, that was fine.”
I straighten his hair in the back as he walked down the steps after the credits played, he chose to go right back to the hotel, which was good because Kleenex hadn’t completely cleaned his pants so he needed to change. He just slipped boxers on and I didn’t stop him when he got the drawing pad. Instead I changed into a gown.
“These are pretty dark Gabs, is everything 0kay?”
“Yeah. Just what came out. Not sure why.”
I really didn’t need him worrying over me or saying anything to fans. I could ignore them despite the sting their words held in them. The notifications I had were good thankfully, except Simon’s messages. But his I ignored anyway. Once he laid the drawing pad on the table I crawled into the bed and curled up beside him.
“Tired now?”
“I woke up at like 6. You’ve had me out all day.”
“Not a problem, sleep is fine too. Mind if I just watch tv?”
“Do I have to move?”
“No.”
“Then by all means, watch all the TV you want. Just don’t move.”
He only moved a little to pull the blankets up and get a bit more settled before he pulled me close and I tried to watch the TV with him, but I only vaguely remember the first ten minutes and then I was out.
Chihuly Garden and Glass
Seattle Space Needle
Gabby's Sweater Dress