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Zack loved Lance Sweets.
Well, not particularly Lance, but the way he kissed. If Zack was a judge and needed to figure out who kissed the best, Lance would be number one.
Zack hasn't done anything more than make out with Lance, though. They never found the time to, really. They would get to a certain part and not go further.
But Zack really, really liked making out with Lance. It would always start with small kisses in Lance's office, and eventually would heat up.
Usually Zack would straddle Lance on the loveseat, leaning down to kiss Lance with passion. Somewhere along the way, Lance would flip them over and Zack would help him unbutton his shirt. At the same time, Lance would be taking off his tie. After Lance was stripped and his chest showed, Lance would take off Zack's shirt, hands going a little lower than necessary to just take off a shirt. Zack would start making a trail of kisses, starting at Lance's chin and going down to where Lance's neck and shoulder would meet.
This is usually where they would get interrupted. Agent Booth or Doctor Brennan would call one of them, requesting for help in a case.
If they weren't interrupted, however, they wouldn't go much further anyway.