Hello Stranger...
I go by Angel/Rosie, call me by whichever you prefer <3
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Fandoms: multifandom but I mostly write for Resident Evil (Leon), Love and Deepspace, JJK, BSD and ORV.
Current healthy obsession: Leon.S.Kennedy
Requests: I am trying to get out of my comfort zone so I'm willing to write drabbles about the above mentioned fandoms.
DNI: Scat, Pregnancy, feet, pseudo/incest, hardcore noncon or violence. If you aren't sure just drop an ask and I'll let you know if I feel comfortable.
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â„ Leon who promised to not drink for a whole week just to get to fuck you on the weekend.
â„ Leon who went through with his promise and didn't even look at the bottle, all in hopes of finally being able to feel you around him again.
â„ Leon who didn't have any trouble popping a boner as soon as he saw you laid down on his bed in his shirt and just panties.
â„ Leon who looked at you with a predatory gaze as he inched closer to you, sitting down on the bed, and rubbing your legs.
â„ Leon who tried to hold a normal conversation with you and failed horribly, in less than 2 minutes he was begging for you to let him fuck you.
â„ Leon who kissed you like he never has before, hands wrapped around your thighs, digging into the supple flesh and groaning into your mouth.
â„ Leon who almost ripped your shirt trying to get it off for him. You couldnât even blame him though you did scold him a little. The scolding turned into whining as soon as he sunk his teeth into your neck.
â„ Leon who was getting impatient yet vowed to never skip foreplay, taking off your panties with his teeth. If you werenât wet before, you definitely were now.
â„ Leon who sniffed your cunt like a dog and felt his eyes roll to the back of his head, already high off of your scentâŠso sweet and inviting.
â„ Leon who made time to crack a joke, mumbling a small âthanks for the dessertâ before diving in, sucking at your clit like it was his very last meal, groaning at the taste of you coating his tongue as he moved with a fervour.
â„ Leon who tongue-fucked your cunt, a lazy rhythm set by him that had you whining beneath him as his finger rubbed your clit at a slow pace.
â„ Leon who couldnât hold back anymore when you started begging him to go faster, his tongue driving into your cunt at a speed that left you breathless and begging for more.
â„ Leon who made you scream his name as his tongue devoured you, your orgasm ripping through in waves and white hot pleasure making it hard to focus on anything that wasnât him.
â„ Leon who was entirely too smug about the whole endeavour as he licked his fingers clean which in turn made your clench around nothing.
â„ Leon who hurriedly took off his pants and boxers, not even bothering with his shirt as he slowly sank into you.
â„ Leon who let out a loud groan when he finally bottomed out, too close to cumming at just the feel of your walls clenching around him.
â„ Leon who fucked into you recklessly, who cannot be bothered with the formalities when you had already given him permission to ruin you.
â„ Leon who didnât think he would cum in under 5 minutes but your cunt was just that good.
â„ Leon who felt a little embarrassed at his little stunt but the look in his eye let you know that you in for a long, long night.
A/N: just something that has been in my drafts for too long
â„ Leon who promised to not drink for a whole week just to get to fuck you on the weekend.
â„ Leon who went through with his promise and didn't even look at the bottle, all in hopes of finally being able to feel you around him again.
â„ Leon who didn't have any trouble popping a boner as soon as he saw you laid down on his bed in his shirt and just panties.
â„ Leon who looked at you with a predatory gaze as he inched closer to you, sitting down on the bed, and rubbing your legs.
â„ Leon who tried to hold a normal conversation with you and failed horribly, in less than 2 minutes he was begging for you to let him fuck you.
â„ Leon who kissed you like he never has before, hands wrapped around your thighs, digging into the supple flesh and groaning into your mouth.
â„ Leon who almost ripped your shirt trying to get it off for him. You couldnât even blame him though you did scold him a little. The scolding turned into whining as soon as he sunk his teeth into your neck.
â„ Leon who was getting impatient yet vowed to never skip foreplay, taking off your panties with his teeth. If you werenât wet before, you definitely were now.
â„ Leon who sniffed your cunt like a dog and felt his eyes roll to the back of his head, already high off of your scentâŠso sweet and inviting.
â„ Leon who made time to crack a joke, mumbling a small âthanks for the dessertâ before diving in, sucking at your clit like it was his very last meal, groaning at the taste of you coating his tongue as he moved with a fervour.
â„ Leon who tongue-fucked your cunt, a lazy rhythm set by him that had you whining beneath him as his finger rubbed your clit at a slow pace.
â„ Leon who couldnât hold back anymore when you started begging him to go faster, his tongue driving into your cunt at a speed that left you breathless and begging for more.
â„ Leon who made you scream his name as his tongue devoured you, your orgasm ripping through in waves and white hot pleasure making it hard to focus on anything that wasnât him.
â„ Leon who was entirely too smug about the whole endeavour as he licked his fingers clean which in turn made your clench around nothing.
â„ Leon who hurriedly took off his pants and boxers, not even bothering with his shirt as he slowly sank into you.
â„ Leon who let out a loud groan when he finally bottomed out, too close to cumming at just the feel of your walls clenching around him.
â„ Leon who fucked into you recklessly, who cannot be bothered with the formalities when you had already given him permission to ruin you.
â„ Leon who didnât think he would cum in under 5 minutes but your cunt was just that good.
â„ Leon who felt a little embarrassed at his little stunt but the look in his eye let you know that you in for a long, long night.
A/N: just something that has been in my drafts for too long
A/N: This one's a little longer than usual. Enjoy!
Eggs, Bacon, Peas, Cabbage, Cheese, MilkâŠand what else?
Your legs were dangling off your kitchen counter as you made the shopping list. Itâs been a while since you restocked and you desperately needed to do some grocery shopping. You swung your legs around as you added more items to your list.
Maple syrup, Pancake batterâŠyumâŠcocoa powder and thatâs it.
You jumped off the counter and rechecked your fridge to make sure you didnât need anything else. Done. Now going to the supermarket part.
You let out a sigh and walked towards your closet, looking in the mirror etched in your bedroom wall. You didnât look necessarily horribleâŠjust comfortable in a shirt that was way too large for you and unflattering shorts that came till your knees and horribly unbrushed messy hair in a bun. It was a total home fit and something you totally wouldn't wear outside if you werenât so damned tired. Who even goes grocery shopping at 8 in the night? Jeez, definitely not you.
No one will see you, it will be just a short round trip, thatâs all. As you began walking towards the nearest store, you prayed to the almighty that you donât come across any hot guys.
The store was barely 5 minutes away and you reached it just in time, ignoring the annoyed glare from the employee. RightâŠthis was almost their closing time, better grab your items and run home.
The aisles were abandoned and honestly it was a little scary. You walked through the narrow passage and pretended to be in an escape room. You only had 5 minutes before the whole thing blows up. You grabbed the eggs and cheese from the fridge, reopening it to grab some milk, throwing it all in your shopping cart in a hurry. You looked at your imaginary watch. 4 minutes left.
You quickly scurried off to the next aisle and there it was! The pancake batter at the very top shelf. You ignored the stool from the previous aisle (Time limit) and decided to grab it yourself, determined and ambitious you walked towards it with confident predatory steps and reached up.
Mission abort! Mission abort!Â
Your height failed you but you didnât lose hope. You stood up on your tippy toes and reached up again. Still an inch short. This meant youâd have to use the last trick up your sleeve.Â
You dug your feet into the ground and took a stance, ready to jump and just when you were about to take off and get your preyâ someone else got it for you?
You looked at him at the same time he looked at you and just your luck.
It was a handsome guy. Not only that, it was a handsome guy you knew.
Leon fucking Kennedy.
He was just as surprised as you to run into the woman from a failed date. For a very long awkward moment you both just stared at each other before you decided to snatch the pancake batter from his hand.
He looked at his hand dumbfounded and then looked back at you. Maybe you shouldnât have taken it from him so aggressively but you couldnât find it in you to care.Â
âThanksâ
You muttered so quietly, he probably didnât hear you as you turned on your heel and practically jogged towards the next aisle.
Why the fuck is the universe deadset on embarrassing the fuck out of you? Out of all the people you could have met, why him? Oh god he didnât recognize you from the back either that meant you must have looked like absolute shit!
You let out an audible groan and just quickly put the necessary items in your cart, no bombs this time. And look at that. The cashier wasnât at their place and you had to wait for them to return.
Please come quick, please come quick so that you can go home and pretend it never happened.
Out of your peripheral you could see someone standing in line behind you. It was definitely him, there was not a single soul around.Â
Just then you felt a tap on your shoulder and you sucked in a deep breath and closed your eyes.
Please donât be him, please donât be him, please donât be him, oh god it was probably him.
You reopened your eyes and turned out, not at all surprised to come face to face with Mr. Stranger Danger.Â
âHiâ
You blinked confused. Did he just say âHiâ? A tap on the shoulder just for a âHiâ? You were so shocked you just stared at him and couldnât even utter a word.Â
Another awkward silence ensued. Leon scratched his stubble though it didnât itch, rubbing the back of his neck after and eyes looking everywhere but at you. You were a little relieved to know that you werenât the only one feeling awkward; he felt it too.
Finally Leon gathered the words that he wanted to say.
âIâm sorryâ
Your brows furrowed, oh so he did feel guilty but whatâs the point in apologising? It was an incident from the past and now there was nothing that could be done. Surely he wouldnât be hoping for a second date, right?...right?
âListenâŠI just thought about it again and I was a bit of an assâ
âVeryâ
âVery much of an assâ
You pursued lips. Why were you continuing this conversation with him and why the fuck was the cashier taking so much time?
âItâs been 6 weeksâŠâ
He cringed and rubbed the back of his neck. âIâve been busy withâŠâ His voice wavered and then trailed off. You shook your head and smirked.
âClassified?â
âClassified.â
You almost grinned but caught yourself at just the right moment. Thankfully the cashier arrived at the moment and you scanned your groceries. As soon as you were done, you looked back at him. Big mistake, he signalled you to wait for him and you cringed. This was going to be a long night.
Your eyes drifted while he scanned his itemsâŠand were you even surprised? Ramen and Liquor. Thatâs quite the combo, even the cashier was judging. The two of you were soon âpolitelyâ told to leave and as the two of you walked towards god-knows-where silently you waited for him to break the silence.Â
Spoiler Alert: He didnât.
âSoâŠramen and vodkaâŠquite the combo, eh?â You tried to break the awkward silence but he just hummed noncommittedly. You internally groaned and decided to just be blunt.
âOkay big guy, whatâs your deal?â
âBig guy?â He looked confused. He had the fucking audacity to look confused when you asked him a very simple question.
âWhere are we going?â You stopped and turned to look at him. The streets were unfamiliar and the streetlights were flickering. Suddenly, you felt very uncomfortable. What if heâs a serial killer secretly and is planning to kill you or worse, râ
âI thought you were leading the way.â He stared at you dumbly and you returned the look. Seems like there was only one brain cell being shared amongst the two of you. You scoffed and let out an irritated sigh.
âYou didnât lead me here to kill me, did you?â
âIf those were my intentions, youâd already be very dead.â
âMakes me feel very safe, Leonâ
He sheepishly looked at you and you let out another sigh. Men. You opened your phone, checked GPS while you walked in circles. Leon was leaning against the wall leading to an alleyway, hidden from the flickering streetlight.Â
Then a wolf whistle. You looked at Leon but his brows were furrowed. You began to speak, utterly disgusted.
âLeoââ
âAyo, babygirl.â
The voice that interrupted you certainly didnât belong to Leon and you looked at the direction of the alleyway. Two menâŠstumbling and holding each other, they were clearly very drunk. You shifted uncomfortably as you instinctively moved closer to Leon, hoping that this would end at just a catcall.
It didnât.
They stumbled forward, still unaware of Leonâs presence, getting in your personal space, forcing you to take a step back. The one on the left, who you presumed catcalled you opened his mouth to speak again but before he could even utter a wordâŠhe was flying back?
You didnât even see Leon move but he was in front of you, punching the guy on the right and just like that, the guy dropped unconscious to the ground.
That was a very short fight.
You looked at Leon who turned to face you.
And very hot.
You cleared your throat and looked at both the men lying on the ground. You really didnât give a fuck if some car ran over them but youâd rather not be charged for murder.
âShould weâ?â
âNo.â
âYou didnât even let me speak!â
He looked at you with annoyance and that pissed you off more. âBastards like them should die.â He spoke with great passion in his voice and you blinked in surprise.
Yeah you agree but a manhating man? You think you are in love.
Screw that he still didnât listen to you.Â
âFine, but Iâd rather not be charged with murder.â
âYou wonât. Youâre with me.â
You raised an eyebrow at that. Very arrogant and you thought you were in love? Pathetic. You let out a sigh and checked your gps, you surprisingly werenât too far from your apartment, You looked up at him expectantly and somehow he stole the words from you before you could even utter them.
âIâll drop you off at your home.â
You mumbled a thanks and the two of you began walking, this time with you leading the way.
âI wanted to say something back at the storeâŠâ he began to speak and you nodded. You almost forgot about that, wasnât that the reason you took this short little detour with him?
âI wanted to know if youâd like to go on a second date.â
Somehow you were expecting that yet you still felt surprised. Where do men even get all that audacity from?
But somehow you couldnât find it in you to turn him down, all the what ifs swirling in your mind. You sucked in a deep breath. You have made your decision.
A/N: So for the series I'll also do a bunch of extras in between and the timeline will be posted on the main page to hopefully avoid any confusion. This one takes place between chapter 3-4 and in the RE timeline, during the events of Resident Evil: Damnation. Also contains major spoiler for the movie!! Anyways enjoy :)
2 Weeks.
2 long weeks since he fucked up. He tilted his head back and downed another glass, immediately pouring himself one more.
Just one moreâŠthis will be the last
But Leon was inept at keeping his promises about alcohol, especially to himself. He was a goner. There was no hope for him, he fucked it all up, fucked it up with that woman, fucked it up with Ada, fucked it up in Racoon city, fucked, fucked, fucked it all up.
The bar he was in was dark, somber and quiet. The moonlight shone down on the figure of the bartender as she moved around. His eyes fixated on the short black hairâŠ.AdaâŠit reminded him of her.Â
Then he snapped out of it. There was no use pining over a woman who he could not have. But there was another woman interested in him and what did he do? Fucked it up.
He gritted his teeth and shut his eyes; useless, fucking useless. That's what he was. The only thing that helped keep his mind occupied were the endless missions he was sent on.
Maybe he will get lucky and die on this one.
Right on cue, his phone rang. Amazing. Another mission and it seems likeâ he glanced at the messages Hunnigan had sent himâ this one was taking him to the Eastern Slav Republic.
September 6th, 2011
11:46 a.m
âGuess Iâll just lose my American citizenship for a while.â
He could hear the protests that Hunnigan began to utter but he paid her no mind.
He was getting reckless
Was this on purpose? Who the fuck cares, he's just another pawn. When he dies, they'll replace him with another; no fucking remorse.
So he headed deeper into the area occupied by the rebels, searching for the BOWs the intel suggested.
September 6th, 2011
7:24 p.m
He had to stop Buddy. That was the only thought occupying his mind as he moved through the dimly lit parking lot. His movements were quick and quiet, footsteps almost undetected as he checked all his blind spots and reached the briefcase.
This was it! He quickly opened it and briefly acknowledged the sinking feeling. What if he was too late? What if Buddy had already injected himself with that poison?
And as it opened his worst fears were confirmed. It was empty. He was too late. He felt the rage taking over his body, creeping up from his hands and heading towards his chest, spreading like poison throughout his body andâ
âLooking for someone?â
The change was immediate.
He lifted his gun and tried to jab the intruder but was met with resistance, his performed a flawless kick yet the person dodged it and backed up. He raised his flashlight to take a closer look at the person andâŠ
âAda.â
It was just a word yet it contained all the emotions he hoped she wouldn't notice. Desperation, relief, anguish, confusion and yearning. He swallowed down the rising feelings and looked at her coldly.
The sound of heels clicking echoed in the empty parking lot as she stepped closer to him, she wasn't wearing her trademark red dress which already bothered him more than he would admit.
âIt's been a long time, Leon.â
Yet even after acknowledging that it was him, her gun remained pointed at him and he gladly returned the favour.
âWhat are you doing here?â
âI was about to ask you the same thingâÂ
Deflection. That's what she always did. He gritted his teeth and kept his eyes glued to her.
âDid you release the plaga?âÂ
âDon't make me laughâŠI'm not interested in defective products.â Her answer was smooth and her saccharine voice almost made him shiver. Almost.
That almost made him sigh of relief. So she did not. That meant Buddy had it. Before he could say something, she added.
âI'm just here to lend them a hand.â
She was circling around him like he was her prey. She was playing with him. Like always.
âThem?â
âAlthough it seems as if my help wasn't needed.â
He was growing sick of these games, he asked her again, albeit, the outrage in his voice was as clear as day.
âWhat are you doing here?â
âIf they attack the capital, it'll make my job a lot easier, that's allâ
So they were at odd, yet again.
Ada spoke again, a small smirk playing on her lips. âBy the wayâŠwhen are we going to umm carry on from where we left that night?â
That made him falter. He didn't expect that and in that moment, the memories came rushing back. Lips smacking, hands tangled in his hair, sweaty bodies pressing together in a desperate dance as she looked up at him with those dangerous eyes.
But then he remembered how she left him abruptly. How she didn't utter a word as she pushed him away, turning her back to him and disappearing through the window.
So he decided to match her energy, smirking cockily as he gruffly answered. âAnytime but nowâ
âYou're angry with me, aren't you?â
AngryâŠwas he angry? Yes. Because of her? Yes. At her? No⊠he couldn't be angry at her no matter how much he tried but he was angry at the situation she put him into. Why did she leave him so abruptly with no goodbye when they were finally about to have something real? Something that could have given him the courage to chase after her and know his feelings were reciprocated.Â
âSuits youâ
And then her grappling gun was fired. She was leaving her yet again and honestly he wasn't even surprised.
He sighed and muttered something under his breath as he continued on with the mission but his mind was occupied with nothing but Ada.
Another bar, another whiskey, the same thoughts. The mission was overâŠhe couldn't call it a succesâŠnoâŠnot with so many dead and Buddy paralysed from the waist down. Ada came and left as she always had and now what?Â
All he knew was to drink till he got his next mission but he was supposedly on a vacation because of not following orders.
He winced. RightâŠthe president was angry at his recklessness, not to mention Hunnigan. Now he had landed himself into an extended vacation with absolutely nothing to do.
For a moment, he thought about talking to herâŠmaybe a text apologizing to her would be enough but his ego prevented that. Not to mention, Ada.
Ada was a problem in itself. He didn't know what to do when it was anything related to her, he was truly helpless. So he downed another glass as he drank himself unconscious.
That's the woman he's stuck on. You didn't expect your little rendezvous (since you aren't sure you can even call it a date) to turn out this way; the two of you horribly drunk and oversharing.
YeahâŠsounds pathetic but it was true.
âShe leavesâŠnever stays but god do I want her so bad. I want to think there's something between us, there really is. She's saved my life who knows how many times and I've obviously returned the favour butâŠâ
And so he continued. You had zoned out a while ago but your mind was still stuck on the mysterious woman. You had no idea whether he was just saying âsaved his lifeâ as an idiom but it definitely didnât seem so.
After this âdateâ you could say one thing for sure. He definitely wasnât a normal civilian. And definitely didnât handle paperwork. You couldnât help it when your mind wandered back to the woman.
Ada Wong. Asian lady in a red dress, your typical femme fatale. Ada Wong who he had kissed twice.
The first time he was being manipulated by her in raccoon city (You were beyond shocked to learn that Leon was a raccoon city survivor and even more startled by how he admitted to having kissed someone while going through those horrifying conditions.) and the second when the two of them crossed paths and she kissed him recklessly.
They almost ended up at a hotel but then she disappeared, yet again.
You felt bad for him. It sounded like a doomed relationship that was somewhat toxic due to the circumstances.
But you could tell one thing for sure. They both liked each other a lot.
Maybe even loved each other.
You let out a sigh and looked at Leon to see him still rambling about god knows what.
God, he was pathetic. But so were you and so was Ada Wong.
Did you mention that it's not even her real name and just the name that he knows of? What is that even supposed to mean? Why would Leon be in contact with a woman who uses an alias?
His real job was obviously some classified shit but it startled you to know how risky it all sounds. God, what did you get yourself into?
Your gaze brushed over Leon's features. Dirty blonde hair, dim blue eyes, sharp jawline, defined nose, high cheekbonesâŠ.you could go on and on.
Why would a woman not chase after him? You definitely wanted toâŠtill you realised that he was stuck up on his âsituationshipâ if you could even call it that.
âAnother.â
You motioned for the bartender to serve you another glass, Leon was quick to follow.
âGive up on that womanâ you spoke all of a sudden and the response was immediate.
âI can'tâ
âShe's ruining youâ
âRaccoon city ruined me! It's not her.â
A childish pout played on your lips. Leon Kennedy. Raccoon city survivor Mr.Kennedy. In love with Ada Wong and suffering from crippling depression and alcoholism.
Why were you trying to fix this man, anyways?
You let out a sigh and mumbled.
âYou two are likeâŠdoomed yaoi if it were between a straight coupleâŠthe only way it can work out is in fanfiction.â
Leon slowly blinked at you. Twice. And then he gave up on trying to understand your drunken words.
âLeonâŠLeonâŠLeon! Are you listening?â
âNoâŠyou're talking shit.â
âAm not! Okay as I was sayingâŠâ
His head was lying on the table with his eyes closed and your pout grew at his inattention. You touched his shoulder to playfully bump him but as soon as your palm made contact with his shoulder blade, his eyes flew open and your hand was twisted behind your back.Â
What the actual fuck?
After a second, when he was finally sure that you werenât a threat, he released your arm. You rubbed your arm, mumbling about the pain as you glared at him.
âWhat was that for?â
âReflexes.â
âReflexes? What are you a soldier?â
âI used to be a copâ He answered gruffly and that peeked your attention. New information.Â
âYou were a cop?â
âYeahâ
You definitely didn't appreciate how he left it at that and gave you no explanation. You didnât want to push him though so you kept your mouth shut as you watched curiously. A copâŠreflexesâŠyeah you definitely were getting involved in some shit no one wants to be a part of. You didnât like that thought.
So you changed the topic.
âHeyâŠLeon. What was it like being a cop?â
It was a safe question. No âwhy did you resign as a copâ or âhow long has it beenâ or anything else that might make him uncomfortable. It was a safe questionâŠin your mind.
Because Leon tensed up as soon as he heard the question. He looked lost in thought as he swirled the drink in his glass. He kept staring at it intently and just when you thought youâd get no answer from him, he spoke.
âIt was terrifying. September 30th, 1998âŠItâs a day Iâll never forgetâŠâ
You knew that date. It was the day Raccoon city was bombed due to a mass pandemic of some sort. Was he a cop back then? What changed that? You patiently waited for him to continue.
But he didnât.Â
His hand clutched his glass tightly and then he gulped it all down. Two seconds later, he was signalling the bartender for the check. Was this date over, if you can even call it that?Â
You couldn't even let out a sigh of disappointment. It was likeâŠyou were expecting thisâŠsomehow.
He paid for both your drinks, acting like a gentleman but it was of no use when he was ending this, whatever this is so damn abruptly.
âLeonâŠâ you called out to him, stilling sitting on the barstool as you looked his way. Who even bring a woman to a bar on the first date? Oh god , he was so pathetic. You shook your head and decided not to speak anything he looked at your inquisitively.
You were getting good at matching his energy.
He stood up and offered you a hand, Oh so he was enough of a gentleman to get you to your ride home. You frowned and didnât take his hand as you stood up. Letting him know that you were unsatisfied was important but you doubt he cared about anyone beyond Ada.
Ada, you didnât like being reminded of her but she was all he wanted. There was no second date, at least in your mind.
As the two of you walked out the bar in silence, you fiddled with your phone trying to book a taxi. He patiently waited, leaning against the streetlamp, still looking as handsome as ever and still not uttering a damn word.
You hated to be the one to break the silence first but you couldnât hold back anymore.
âThat was shitâ You commented as watched his expression not change a bit. Oh so he was aware. 5 minutes of silence ensued before the he finally decided to say something.
Fucking finally.
âLook I knowâŠit didnât go how you expected it to beâŠâ He ran a hand through his hair and took a pause. You took the chance too butt in.
âThatâs an understatementâ
âThatâs rudeâ
âAll you did was act mysterious and pine for Ada Wong.â
He cringed. Maybe he expected you to not put it so bluntly and you werenât planning to but the frustrations just made itself known. You continued.
âLookâŠif this was just an attempt to get me to back off, I would have taken your no or inattention as disinterest as well. You didnât need to waste my damn time.â
âI wasnât wasting your timeâ
âFunny cause thatâs all you did.â
He lookedâŠgenuinely hurt and for a moment you felt bad but then Ada Wong came to your mind and suddenly you felt hot rage.Â
Your taxi stopped and you thanked the universe for the timing as you got in the back seat, not sparing him a glance as you got yourself comfortable.
And so you moved on.
But did you? Now late at night you were scrolling through your previous conversation and regretting your words.
Was it really necessary to be that rude? What if heâs just struggling? Should you have given him a second chance? Maybe you could have taken him out on a date instead and it would have ended up nice and sweet. NoâŠhe made it clear heâs stuck on a girl from his past, thereâs no point.
Not to mention if he really wanted to he would have texted you. But he didnât.
You lay on your bed and decided that overthinking was not worth it. And you let sleep overcome you.
Chapter 2: You'd look into my eyes and i know through mine you were looking in yours.
4 days since that fateful night at the bar with the handsome stranger. Not a stranger anymore since you have his number but you hadnât contacted him yet.
Yet.
That was about to change. For the past 20 minutes you have been trying to think of a way to start a conversation with Leon.
Hey Iâm the annoying, clingy girl from the bar. Wassup? (Too Honest)
HeyâŠLeon, right? (Too Awkward)
Remember me, handsome? (Too Nonchalant)
You let out a sigh and gave up entirely. Standing up, you crossed over to your kitchen counter and poured some water to help yourself. Why do you even want to contact him in the first place? Oh right because it was basically an accomplishment in itself trying to get his number.
 You stared at the rectangular device in your hand. A phone. Yes, but you definitely were acting so unfamiliar with it.
Ugh just say anything.
You: Hi Leon, remember me from that night at the Arkleys?
You read the message three times before hitting send. Fuck it. It was already done, you can't regret it now.
For the next 30 minutes, you kept checking your phone every 2 minutes. No replyâŠIt hasnât even been delivered yet. Did he die? No, that's a horrible thought.
12 hours later and still nothing. Not delivered either. You were drinking coffee, catching up on office work but you couldnât help but look at the message every time you opened your phone for some document.
And so days went by. By the 5th day of not even being on delivered, youâd practically forgotten about the exchange and even went to get drinks with some coworkers! You only remembered Leonâs existence when your friend asked about him.Â
Shit, youâd forgotten altogether that youâd told her about the handsome stranger from the bar whose number you managed to somehow get your hand on.Â
When you checked your phone expecting it to still not even be delivered, you saw the blue ticks.
Two tiny blue ticks indicating that heâd read and decided to give absolutely no reply. You scoffed. So he did read it sometime between the span of 2 days you didnât check the chat. Would you look too desperate if you double texted him especially after being left on read?Â
YeahâŠyou definitely would. Fuck him.Â
You flipped your phone off and threw it on your bed where it managed to graciously bounce off and land on the floor. Shit. If the screen fucking broke you swear to godâ
Ting.
A message. You scrambled to get your phone and after briefly checking it to make sure it was okay, you opened messages.
You have one new message from Stranger Danger.
Stranger Danger: It is hard to forget you.
You scoffed at his reply. YepâŠtotally like him to reply with something so vague. You sighed. He could have at least given you something easy to work with rather than giving such an irresponsible response.
You: Indeed. So how have you been?
Easy to answer, laid back and totally not something one can not make a conversation out of. Well, Leon seems to want to prove you wrong every damn time.
Stranger Danger: Alive
You: Are you insinuating you have been dead before?
Stranger Danger: On papers, yeah.
Your eyebrows shot up. What the fuck. He has faked his death? Why? When? How? So many questions you knew he wouldnât answer so you bit your tongue and instead opted to ignore his statement.
You: For my own sanity Iâm gonna ignore that confession.
Stranger Danger: You call that a confession, sweetheart?
You: Sweetheart, huh? But yes not everybody admits to having faked their death. Maybe youâre a criminal on loose.
Stranger Danger: Maybe I am.
The conversation died. After five minutes of staring at your phone and wondering what to reply to that, you gave up.
Fuck it, you need coffee. You went to brew yourself some, and were pleasantly surprised to hear the sound of a notification.
Did Leon just double text you? You didnât think he had it in his bones to actually act friendly and you were so excited as you turned your phone on and checked your notifications andâ
It was just a reminder for your upcoming periods.
You felt disappointment flood you and you sighed. Of course, that was very stupid of you to assume that was Leonâs text. You let out another sigh and decided that enough was enoughâŠYou decided that if he really wasnât interested then there was no point chasing after him so you decided to give up.
No point texting him when he couldnât even text back.
Another notification graced your phone, you were sure it was justanother period notificationa s you opened your phone to check it outâ
You let out a gasp.
Stranger Danger: 5 p.m this Friday, same bar.
Leon didn't know what changed his mind. He was dead set on ignoring this woman, till she got the hint but her words echoed in his mind and seemed to haunt him.
âOur poison may differ but the potency remains the same.â
He didn't like to be reminded of his own struggles. Of the toxic relationship he had with alcohol but even more so he didn't like learning that someone else was suffering too.
And there was nothing he could do. Usually. In this case, he can and it's as simple as just texting her back. He just hopes that will be enough
It won't be. He was just wishful thinking it would be.
So he did and he thoroughly regretted that as soon as her overly joyful messages flooded his phone.
Unknown: YES IT'S A DATE
Unknown: WAIT I DON'T MEAN THATÂ
Unknown: Only if you want it to be you knowâŠ
He chuckled. She was kind of endearing in an awkward way. He was surprised that someone could be this persistent and not to mention how utterly overjoyed she seemed on text.
Maybe she was one of those people who are overly extroverted on text and introverted in real life.
Leon couldn't relate, his texts were always dry. Like this one.
Stranger Danger: Don't get ahead of yourself.
Unknown: okay!! No need to get mad
Stranger Danger: good.
Leon let out a sigh. Friday. Friday. Friday.
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to it.
Chapter 1: The Night Breeze Carries Something Sweet
âNameâs Leon Kennedy.â
You nodded at him as you let his name roll off your tongue. It suited him somehow.Â
When you walked into the bar, you didn't expect to share a drink with a stranger. A quite handsome one at that, but just looking at the overgrown stubble on his face and the gun at his hip, you could tell he was trouble.Â
Not that you weren't in the same boat. Messy hair, dark circles and runny mascara. You were sure you like a mess, not your best look to approach a handsome man but youâd rather take your chance than regret not doing so.
âSo what brings you here on a lonely night like this?â
âStress relief.â He grunted and took another sip of his beer. You werenât even sure why you decided to sit next to him. It was quite embarrassing since the reason he introduced himself was because you were itching to start a conversation with him and he was clearly aware of it.
Definitely aware with the way youâd been eyeing him for the past 20 minutes and fiddling with your drink.
âAhâŠI can imagine. You work 9 to 5?â You inquired with curiosity. Small talk was the way.
He gave you a very amused look and you stared back at him confused.
âBusiness, maybeâŠ? NoâŠ? Okay just tell me already.â
He shook his hand and played with the rim of the glass. âItâsâŠgovernment work. The boring kind, bureaucracy and stuff.â
For some reason when he said that, full of bitterness, it made you question his answer but you saw no reason for him to lie so you just nodded and decided not to pry further.
âSoâŠyou lookinâ for some stress relief as well?â His words were straightforward but the way he looked at you made you think he was talking about a whole different kind of stress relief.
âYeah but not the kind youâre implying.â
âI never said anything.â He raised his hands in the air playfully and you snorted. Funny, very funny. But who were you to judge? You just usually decided that 'stress relief' was better done alone.Â
You took a sip, the burning of the alcohol washed down your throat and helped settle your nerves. Socializing was hard but the alcohol always helps.Â
âAre you looking for that?â You questioned him but he just shrugged. Ah, so he is single.
âIf you want that.â He looked so nonchalant. It made you want to punch his face but at the same time it was so goddamn hot.
You might have just accepted his offer to spend the night together but you were looking for something else this timeâŠand there was no need for him to see the scars beneath the layers that hide them.Â
So you shook your head no and as he started to pour himself yet another drink (The rate at which he was drinking was genuinely making you reconsider if he was doing this for just stress relief) you gathered the guts to ask him what you already knew.Â
âSoâŠare you single?â
Leon snortedâŠand then he started chuckling, his voice horribly self depreciating.
âI ain't a good man, woman. Not your relationship type.â
âstuck on some lady?â
Ah, you struck a nerve. You regretted your words as soon as they got out of your mouth. He tensed and then glared at you.
âIf that's what it's calledâ
He wanted to say more. You could see that all over his face, the hopelessness, the anger and most of allâŠthe yearning.
Ouch. Looks like his heart was already taken.
âI'm sorryâŠshouldn't be so nosy."
He just gave a curt nod and signaled the waiter for another drink. That would be his 5th since you started talking to him.Â
âMoving forwardâŠeh, I'd just like to get to know you. Not necessarily looking for a relationship eitherâ
âI don't do friendships either. Betrayal sucks.â
âSounds like you're speaking from experience.â
A sigh. He put his head in his hands and for a moment he looked utterly lost. Must be quite the trip down memory lane. Goddamit how were you so good at saying all the wrong things?
âNo partner, no friendsâŠmust be quite lonely?â
He leaned his head back and let out a loud sigh. With this angle you could see his adam's apple bob and for a minute you regretted turning down his offer.Â
You were at a loss of words. He had made it very clear that he wanted nothing to do with you and that he was definitely an alcoholic because he was pouring himself yet another cup. You let out a sigh and spoke.
âQuite the relationship you have with alcohol.â
âIt helps with the nightmares.â
âTraumatized, are we? Welcome to the club.â
He gave you a bored look. âIâve been here way before you, sweetheart.â
You pouted. He was acting like an asshole. Was he even worth pursuing? Oh wait he made himself clear he isnât interested, nevermind.
âTch. We could have at least up again at this bar, no?â
Why were you even trying this hard? You were practically setting yourself up to get your heart broken. But there was something about his eyesâŠnot the physical beauty kind of way. They looked so utterly broken but your instinct told you that they once used to shine like the stars.
Or maybe you're just overreading this and being a goddamn lithromantic.Â
Nevermind that. You craved to be loved back like a dog craved its owner's affection. You craved affection too. Does that make you a dog in love?Â
âDo I have to say this again? I'm not looking for a relationshââ
âFriendship.â
âStill noâ
âAcquaintancesâ
âThatâs practically a synonymâ
You began explaining, âNo, an acquaintance is someone who you know but are not very close to and a friend isââ
âListen, I know the fucking difference, will you just give up already?â
You shut your mouth. With downturned lips and a sigh, you drank the cheap whiskey. Remind me, why were you so desperately trying to get to know him, again?
âWhy are you trying anyways?â For the first time since this night began. You could hear the slight vulnerability in his voice. You took a deep breath and spoke your mind.
âBecauseâŠpeople like us? We push others away, we isolate and hurt the ones already close to prove our fears right. We swear we want no one desperately but a yearning resides in our heart that hopes for someone to notice every crack in our facade.â
He was quiet. And you continued.
âI know you say you want to be left alone and believe me when I say itâs not pity but ratherâŠrecognition. It was what drew me to you. You can drink your sorrows and I can cut my nightmares yet the fact remains that we both are hollow beings trying to fill the void inside.â
You swear you werenât poetic but the frustrations just made itself loud and clear. You saw Leon even though you didnât know most things about him like his middle name but you did know that he was here ruining his life with alcohol to fix his broken heart.Â
"Our poison may differ but the potency remains the same." You hated that you were saying this, letting him know of your vulnerabilitiesâ admitting them yet you felt a last ditch attempt was necessary.
You let out a sigh and turned your face away from him. He was quiet, exceptionally so and you darenât look his way or ask for more. You had already said what you could.Â
And then when you thought that he wasnât going to speak and you just made a fool of yourself; when you were ready to grab your things and leave this night behind, he did something unexpected.
He signaled the waiter for a notepad and wrote his number down. Then he slid it across the table till it was right in front of you.
âYou didn't give me a fake number, did you?â
âI wish I didâ
âOr one of those numbers where once you dial them, they get connected to a dude who tells you that the person isn't interested.â
âFirst time hearing that.â
You felt a smile grow on your face. The first authentic smile since you started this conversation.Â
âYou look like a dog who just found a new toyâ He commented gruffly, ordering another drink.
âYeahâŠmaybe I am.â
âImplying that I'm your new chew toy after I just gave you my number? Makes me regain faith in the world again.â
You scoffed at his sarcasm and rolled your eyes.
âYou started it.â
âI did not.â
âYes you did.â
âFine, woman. Always gotta have your wayâŠâ
âBetter get used to it, Kennedy.â
âYes, ma'amâ
You didn't even care that his words were sarcastic. You just felt a deep sense of satisfaction at his defeat. Yeah. You were glad you walked into this bar tonight.
yes, that's mitski's album name and no I don't care. I loved the name, so I stole it. I will also be using her lyrics just because I can.
This series will take a very realistic take on how I imagine Leon to move on from Ada. I love their relationship but the more I learn, the more I realise that a stable relationship cannot occur between the two of them. They both obviously share a very complicated relationship and dare I say, even love each other but it is a foundation built on infatuation, longing and mystery and that foundation is bound to crack when a person walks into Leon's life offering him comfort, recognition and stability, the very basis of what I consider a successful marriage. This series will cover a lot of dark themes such as suicidal ideation, suicide attempt, self harm tendencies, cutting, alcoholism and more. I just wanted to let my viewers know of this beforehand incase it is triggering. As much as I want Leon to marry ada in RE9, I also think it's very likely he just ended up marrying a random woman because of the reasons I specified earlier but I don''t think Capcom will do that lol.
Summary:
When you walked into the bar that fateful night, you didn't expect to get wrapped up in Leon's world full of horrifying biohazards and B.O.W.s yet still you'd be lying if you said you didn't like him. Slowly you were beginning to fall for him but that man kept his heart in a locked cage with the key residing in Ada Wong's hands. The Mysterious woman in red who stepped in and out of his life at her own whim. Could you give him a life full of peace and stability, the one Ada can't offer? or will he remain forever stuck in the past?
When Leon shared drinks with a stranger, he didn't think someone so...mundane could be this persistent. He might have given her his number but he definitely didn't expect a text. What happens when he can't move on from Ada but realises that the girl is beginning to grow on him in more than just one way?
What happens when Ada reappears in Leon's life and he is forced to choose between two women who he both cannot let go of? What happens when Ada tries to put her claim on Leon?
Chapters:
Chapter 1: The Night Breeze Carries Something Sweet
Chapter 2: You'd look into my eyes and I know through mine you were looking in yours
Chapter 3: I Fell In Love With A War
Extra:
Being With You Makes The Flame Burn Good â Occurs around Damnation And between Chapter 3-4.
âá° summary: zayne wants a baby, but youâre not too sure about it, so the two of you make a deal.
âá° wc: 12.2k
âá° cw: breeding/creampies, full on smut, porn with plot, fluff, lots of pregnancy talk, domestic life, zayne and you are married, filthy nasty dirty talk (not that mean), overstimulation, ovulation week, body worship, free use (consensual), erm not proofread, go easy on me!
âá° a/n: OK SO by popular demand (from like a year ago) i'm releasing this fic... with the caveat that it'll be in PARTS. only because i fear that if i try to make it one fic that 1. i won't ever release it and 2. it'll be too long.
that being said, i've worked on this periodically over an extended period. meaning the writing style might've genuinely changed. pls guys, like i'm so sorry if it starts sounding different asf mid-way through
also YES, i know this is not how fertility works, but it makes for a good fic so just play along.
âa⊠baby?â you repeat as your curious look became one of disbelief.
âyes, a baby. but i can⊠i can explain more, my love. please just hear me out, is that okay?â
you glance between the stacks of papers zayne has on the counter in front of you and the hopeful look he has in his eye as he almost pleads with you. you nod imperceptibly.
âthank you, i just⊠iâve been thinking about the idea for a little bit and i know weâre still young but⊠thereâs no one else in the world i would want the mother of my kids to be.â
zayne gives you a gentle smile in hopes of easing up your tense expression. you had been wed for a little over a year now and your lives have been unbelievably beautiful ever since he put that rock-sized ring on your finger. of course, your many years of dating were incredibly beautiful as wellâbut solidifying to the world and to the court that you were his and he was yours was the most blissful moment of your lives. to change that so permanently was a risk. he didnât want to ruin this happiness with a child, but there was a small part of him that wanted to believe that a new addition to their family would, instead, bring happiness.
âmy love, my angel,â zayne continues, âyou know iâm happy with it just being us two. you are perfect for me as i am for you. if you say no then i wonât be upset, but if you have any type of worry thenâŠâ
zayne flips through the stack of papers heâs compiled and glances up at you rather shyly.
ââŠthen i have everything that could ease your worries. your health records, my health records, our insurances, our finances, everything. i mean, weâre in the perfect situation to have a child if we wanted to, soâŠ. so itâs just an idea for consideration. nothing iâm truly asking you.â
your eyes blink rapidly as you try and process what zayne was saying. it wasnât like you didnât want children, not necessarily, but it also wasnât like you were eager to have them right now. and that predicament you found yourself in wasn't helped by the endearing look painted on zayne face. it's a look that's made you swoon for him since the day you met him. to think that the kid you grew up with would now be your husband that was asking for kids.
you loved him, dearly, it almost hurt how much you did sometimes, but you couldnât be sure. you needed time to think on it. but stars above, you couldn't help thinking about how zayne being a father was incredibly attractive to you. the idea was comforting and so domestic; thatâs what youâve wanted from this marriage. domesticity. away from the constant danger that your life was put in working for the hunter association, and into a comforting, gentle home.
âmaybe,â you finally whisper, âmâŠmaybe. itâs a big consideration, and the idea of having children isnât something iâm against. itâs more about⊠timing, lifestyle, us. itâs a completely⊠massive change, one weâll be responsible for for the rest of our lives.â
âi know.â
âand⊠you still want to have them even considering that?â
zayne reaches out for your hand and smiles weakly.
âitâs okay if you donât want to. absolutely okay. donât consider it just because you think i want you to. itâs your body, your choice.â
â⊠give me time,â you whisper back, âlet me really think about it and then⊠iâll get back to you, okay?â
zayne nods and stands straight to walk around the counter and to your sitting form. he wraps his strong arms around your waist and kisses your forehead with the upmost affection.
âyou have all the time in the world, until then we donât have to talk about this anymore, okay? you come to me on your time.â
you smile to yourself and nod in zaynes shoulder. his warmth was so wonderfully comforting and it eased your mindâknowing that no matter what conclusion you came up to, your husband would be right there by your side. zayne pulls back from the embrace and squeezes your waist playfully before glancing over to the kitchen.
ânow i think we should fuel up, yeah? you havenât eaten since youâve woken up, association reports can wait.â
you laugh softly and nod. âalright but you have to make the meal, âm too tired to do anything but laze around today.â
âalright, my love. laze away.â
âïž
zayne was a busy, busy man. one thing he promised himself after becoming your husband was that you wouldnât have to lift a finger if you didnât want to. he worked tirelessly just to provide for you, just so you could swipe his card day in day out if you so pleased. you were your own independent woman that made your own independent income, but zayne made sure that your income was yours only. and that his income was also yours.
having such a providing husband had its perks, yes, but it also had its downsides. whenever he took overtime, you saw less of him and was often left to sleep in a cold bed, desolate from your husband. tonight was one of those nights. your bedroom felt uncomfortable and chily without zayne there to coil up with you. in fact, you would rather freeze from basking in zayne's evol because at least then, you were in his arms.
this problem persisted the past month without him next to you, and just like every other night, you found yourself staring up at the high-rise ceiling of your bedroom. the hospital was rather busy this time of month, you thought while shifting around in your blankets. you remembered it was around 2am the last time you checked your phone, but you neither had the energy nor the interest to check it again.
in defeat, you close your eyes in attempts to try your hand at slumbering off again when a familiar noise of keys jingling hits yours ears. you immediately sit straight up and turn your head to your slightly ajar bedroom door. the jangles were followed up by the front door closing, a soft groan, footsteps, and then a running sink.
with quickness, you scoot off the bed and patter through the bedroom door and into the hall. you see the familiar dim, warm light of the kitchen on and the shadow movements of zayne casted on the walls. an ache hits your chest. he was probably exhausted from another night at the hospital.
quietly, you walk toward the kitchen and see his back turned to you as he leaned over the sink. his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his hands gripped the counter in stress. he couldnât hear you over the running water, so when he felt a pair of gentle arms wrap around his waist, he jolted slightly, and then relaxed in the warmth.
âmy love? why are you awake?â he asks without turning around to meet your eyes. he would feel an immense amount guilt if he saw what was probably an exhausted expression painted on your face.
âcouldnât sleep⊠missed you⊠youâre home late.â
zayne sighed and rubbed his lips together before turning around to your form and bringing you closer into a hug from your waist. his warmth and firmness against your supple made you sink into chest like a deflated balloon. god you missed this.
âletâs get you to bed baby,â zayne murmurs before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. without another word he bends over and scoops the underside of your legs with one arm and holds your back with the otherâbridestyle. you donât say much as he strides you back into the bedroom and lays you down gently on your shared bed. you look up at him with tender, vulnerable eyes that made him weak in the knees for a moment. he could tell something was on your mind.
âmy darling girl,â zayne cooes, âwhat is it?â
you frown slightly and avert your eyes to the wall to avoid seeing zaynes pouty face. âyou already know,â you retort with a scoff. âi donât like you taking on so many hours, i donât like going to bed alone. surely the hospital isnât holding you at gunpoint and forcing you to work overtime?â
zayne opens his mouth to respond but bites back his words. instead, he averts his gaze from you as well so as to avoid your small bout of wrath. he was a little scared of his wife, he wouldnât lie. before he could think of an appropriate response to give you, a sound of realization escapes your lips. you sit up on the bed and tilt zaynes head back to you with your hand squished on his jaw.
âis this about the baby?â you ask with squinted, scrutinizing eyes. the hesitate silence that comes from zayne confirms your words as such, and you canât help but feel a little misplaced in your frustration.
âlistenâŠâ he sighed. he scoots closer to you on the bed and cups your cheek gently in his large, cool palm. âin case you said yes⊠i wanted to be extra prepared with our finances. thatâs all. i figured if there was any possibility of us having a child, then i needed to prepare to provide for you.â
â⊠and if i said no?â you murmur. zayne smiled at you and pinched your cheek affectionately.
âthen i wouldâve taken you on a month long vacation trip with all our extra money as an apology for being so busy.â he smiles mirthfully and then shrugs sarcastically before letting his hand fall from your face. âi thought it was a win-win in my head, but i guess there isnât much of a surprise now.â
you laugh softly which eases zaynes mind. you never did hold anything against him, even if he deserved it. you look down at your lap and sigh before gesturing for zayne to fully get on the bed. he nods and disregards winding down and changing out of his uniform for the sake of your attention.
âactually i need to talk to you about that,â you murmur with anxiety creeping into your voice. âthe whole baby thing⊠i think i know what i want.â
zayne immediately perks up but refrains from showing the anticipation that was welling up in him. he clears his throat softly and smiles.
âyeah? okay,â he hums, âdonât be afraid to tell me anything, darling. i support you in whatever you choose.â
zaynes words make you shift uncomfortably for some reason. you had his support for any decision, yes, but it wasnât exactly a decision you came up with. âitâs not what you think it is. itâs not a yes or no, itâs more like⊠a proposition.â
âokayâŠâ he trails off, clearly unsure of where this was going. you squirm under his confused gaze but knew you had to explain further before he started asking questions himself.
âone week,â you say, âwe can have⊠one week to make a baby. but this is a plan with terms and conditions you have to agree to. oâŠokay? iâve kept track of my cycle and for the next week iâll be ovulating. during this time, we can try and have a baby.â
zayne was left a little speechless at your words. there was a part of him that wanted to cheer and celebrate but you had said this was a proposition with terms and conditions. it wasnât an agreement to his ask. he swallows a thick lump in his throat and nods.
âa..and?â
âandâŠâ you continue, âthere are rules. ones youâll like and maybe others not so much. firstly, if you agree, then for this next week i am completely and utterly yours. meaning you can try and impregnate me at any time, any place, no matter what iâm doing, as much as you want. iâm giving you my full consent right now and iâll continue giving you my full consent throughout the whole thing. at the end of everything iâll take a pregnancy test and if the test comes out negative, then we stop taking about babies entirely. does that⊠make sense?â
you search zaynes eyes with yours. making out his expressions was already hard enough on a normal basis, but the dim light of the room made hard to tell if you had any approval from him. this was the best idea you could come up that seemed the most fair to both of you. he got unlimited chances and the promise of a baby if it went his way, and you got good sex and no baby talk if it went your way. in the same manner, you didnât mind becoming pregnant and he didnât mind you not becoming pregnant.
âwâŠwhat if i hurt you?â zayne asks softly while a concerned look slowly etching itself on his face.
âwe can have different safe words. i promise that everything will be completely consensual. i know my limits and you know i voice them.â
âwhat about work?â
âiâll call out.â
âyouâll be exhausted.â
âwe can extend aftercare if it needed. iâll be okay.â
âbuââ
âzayne, itâs okay. iâll be okay.â
zayne lets out an exhale of incredulity. he was honored that you trusted him so much with your body and also a little aroused at the thought of bending you over anywhere and going to town for as long as he wants. the thought made his cock jump in his pants a little bit, but he wanted to sure this is what you wanted. he looks back over at you and shifts his form so that he was hovering above your now laying body. he kisses your cheek and rumbles right by your ear, making you squirm.
he whispers, his a lot more rough and scratchy than you remember. âare you sure? absolutely sure? you can back out now or at any time this week, yknow.â
you nod. âi know. i still want this.â
those final words of consent was all zayne needed for a switch to flip on in his brain. he leaned back from your smaller form and moved his hands down to cup your plush hips within his palms. zayne appreciated every curve and line of your body with his longing eyes even when you were just a silhouette in the dark. he knew your body so well - inside and out - that he could picture how incredibly lustrous and sexy you were underneath all the dim. he grins.
slowly, his hips press against yours and rut against the thin fabric of the shorts you wore to sleep. immediately, your body arches off the mattress in pleasure as zayne mimics the undulations and grinds of how he fucks you. with layers still on, you could feel the desire building on him and poking at your leg.
"well then," he murmurs, "why don't we start now? you're already nice and ready for me, aren't you baby? moving your hips like that like you want them filled with my children. i'll make sure to take good care of you."
you shudder softly at zayne's words. it was almost scary how quickly he could go from his doting, loving self, to a man who was desire incarnate. to say you anticipated the next week was an understatement.
zayne's grin widens at your silence. the small whimpers and mewls that escaped your lips weren't enough for him anymore, he wanted to hear more from his pretty little wife. after all this wasn't normal sex, this was copulation, this was your impregnation. he rolls his hips harder against yours causing you to yelp at the friction and earning a chuckle from zayne.
"that's it darling, make noises for me before i even touch you. you're sensitive to me already, but i'm no where near done."
zayne moves his hands up your hips and to your sides where he squeezes your waist right before flipping you over in one go. you landed on one of your rogue pillows and hugged it for security as zayne continued his ministrations down your arched backside. he starts with your nape and kisses down your spine in a straight line, right to where the small of your back was. you could feel his nose tickle your skin there as he nuzzles into the crevice of your arch.
"mm, pretty girl so eager for me already," he drones softly. he presses one more kiss to your back before cupping your hips again and lifting them up like you were a cat in heat. lazily, he pulls the hem of your shorts down to your knees and moves his hands back up to your panties. just from the texture of them, he knew which ones they were.
"lacy light blue, bought at the lingerie shop downtown along with a matching bra that you're not wearing. am i right?" he asks with an obvious smirk to his voice. you almost whipped your head around to ask him how he knew but zayne was wasting no time on idle chatter. he pulls your panties to the side and rubs his long, cold fingers down the slit of your pussy and up to your clit. he can feel the throbs and pulses of your little nub against the pad of his finger telling him that you were just as horny as him.
"mm, does your body know me so well that it automatically drips for me? the amount of wetness here is insane, love." zayne teased while pulling his finger away from your clit. he drags his digits down to your clenching entrance and prods you there with his middle and ring finger until you were shivering beneath him.
"mngh, yeah, something like that," you drawl out in response, "'m eager for you, like you said. ngh... please don't tease me, love."
zayne laughs at your readiness and quirks an eyebrow at you. "what? you're asking to be fucked without any prep? you're even more eager than i thought. but i can't say no to my princess, can i?" zayne suddenly pushes his index and ring fingers inside of you in one go causing you to cry out into the pillow underneath you. with slow, experienced strokes, he curves his digits up into you and rubs the nice little spot that gets you dripping every time. "mmngh, wow..." zayne murmurs, "i still wonder how you're able to take me when you're this tight." zayne slinks out his fingers and smirks at the creaminess that he knew was coated on his fingers. he takes a little lick before rubbing them clean against your panties. "let's find out..."
anticipation was all you felt when you heard the buckles on zayne's belt come undone along with the zipper of his pants. the clenching of your walls became faster, needier, you were gripping onto nothing, and it was making you whine loudly. slowly, though, that itch of yours got scratched as zayne silently sank his throbbing cock into your begging cunt. you choke up and arch back until he was buried to the hilt within you, his cockhead kissing the start of your cervix.
"mngh, god," zayne groans lowly, "you're sucking me in so good. bottoms up baby, i wanna get the good angle." you comply without hesitation and raise your hips higher for zayne. he grasps your sides as you do so and immediately begins his job of fucking his pretty little wife senseless.
with one swift pull out and one swift thrust back in, zayne begins pounding into you like his life depended on it.
"fu⊠zayne!" you cry out.
"yes, darling? feels like too much already? hmm, i hope you don't regret the next week, then."
zayne doesn't falter or slow his pace down. he's been dreaming about this moment for a while now - impregnating you with his potent seed was all he could think about as every thrust of his hit the deepest point of your pussy. he could barely see you, but he could feel all of the pleasure you were experiencing from how snug you were fitting around him.
"oh god, how are you this tight? want my babies that much? hm?" zayne teases with a grin you couldn't see. "yeah ~ i know you do. can feel your womb with every thrust, darling. it's nice and warm place for me to fill you up, don't you think?"
"y..yes, please. fâŠfill meâŠ" you respond in broken mewls.
"that's my eager girl. so ready to become a mommy for me. can you say it for me, princess? can you say how ready you are to become a mommy for me?"
your mind felt hazed as zayne's thrusts only get more insistent, dragging your walls back and forth with each purposeful shove in. "im ready tâŠto become a mâŠmommy for youâŠ" you whimper, the words feeling foreign but good on your tongue.
a low laugh rumbles in zayneâs chest, clearly pleased by your submission and compliancy. the lack of prep wasnât horrible but it definitely made zaynes movements a lot rougher to the bodyâand you weirdly liked it. still, he was gentle with you, but you could feel how much purposeful each thrust was when zayne had a goal in mind.
âjust like that,â zayne groans with one particular thrust punctuating his words. ââs like youâre in the shape of my cock with how many times youâve taken me, right love?â he faintly sees you nod into your pillow. âiâll make sure to perfect your mold this next week. make you perfectly primed for a baby.â
responses couldnât even be formed from your agape, drooling mouth. you hadnât even realized how touch-starved youâd become due to zayneâs absence; it was only now becoming stark to you as his cock soaked into your walls and pounded into you with determination. baby or not, you needed this.
you turn your head slightly catch a glimpse of zayneâs form behind you. his large silhouette was towering over your arched body and undulating to make filthy skin slapping noises. despite barely even being able to see him, that was enough to almost push you off the edge. you contract around his cock, earning a low moan from him.
âkeep squeezing like that and iâll have you filled in no time,â zayne chuckles, âkeep doing that love, keep massaging me like you do. âm so close.â
now that was what sent you over the edge. the pure of his voice, the gentle command, the need to be filled with his potent cum, it all triggered your orgasm which contracted your cunt again and milked zayne for what he had. you couldnât help the whines that escaped you.
âz..zayne! âm coming, âm coming, âm coming! ahh fuck it feels so good!â you cry out soft before before burying your head into your pillow.
zayneâs hips stutter at the sudden constriction but a second later they were back to their insistent pace, faster this time. âoh, mngh, fuck my darling. ripped that one right out of you, hm? squeezing me so good, taking me so well, bout time i reward you.â with a few more harsh and sloppy thrusts, zayne pulls your hips back, flush against his and shoots his thick, creamy semen as deep as possible into you. the hot sensation within your makes your eyes flutter back and milks the last few convulsions of your orgasm right out of you.
it took a few long moments for zayne to falter. moving from the welcoming sanctuary that was your womb felt like ripping away a lifeline, but he was committed to taking care of you more than his own pleasure. he slides out of you slowly, causing drops of cum and other shared fluids to run down your thighs. gently, his hands turn you onto your back as he lays down beside you.
âyou okay, my darling?â zayne whispers while cupping your dimmed face. âany pain? any aches?â
with proper sight stolen from you due to the lack of light in the room, zayneâs earnest voice comforted you instead of his face. you smile and it doesnât go unnoticed by him. âno, iâm alright. it felt good⊠yknow⊠as always,â you chuckle.
âyeah?â he hums, âand itâll continue to be good for the next week⊠and beyond of course.â he begins sitting up, body cradling yours as if to carry you. âitâs best if i take you for a short wash, cmon letâs go.â but his moments stop as soon as you tug on his shoulder.
ânooo,â you whine softly, ââm so tired, i already was tired when you came in and now⊠i donât have it in me. will i have to shower every time we do this? thatâs gonna be⊠so many showers. oh my god, i donât wanna do that.â
zayne laughs in amusement at your childish tone and worry. all he wanted was to care for you and your body even through your protests, but the lengths you were putting your body through by giving him free use made him back off his âdoctorâ insistence. care meant emotionally too. heâd do his best to thank you for the trust.
âalright,â he sighs while letting his arms slide out from under your body, âbut tell me if you get any irritation down there, the last thing i want is for you to get an infection.â
âwhy? cause youâd be sad we canât have sex anymore?â you tease.
âno, cause iâd be sad seeing you in pain. especially if i was the one who caused it. am i some sort of degenerate to you?â
you laugh lightly. banter with zayne still felt the same even all these years. you scoot in closer to his form and wrap your arms firmly around his waist with the side of your head to his chest. you could hear his heartbeat like this, it was already lulling you.
feeling your warmth against him now, zayne reciprocates and holds you with his strong arms, caging you in his embrace and affection. heâd never fully, vocally admit it but zayne was the doting type after sex. a rush of love surged through him seeing (or in this case feeling and hearing) your glowing, pleasured presence.
he leans his head down slightly and presses a kiss to your forehead, tentative and short. âgoodnight, love.â he whispers simply before closing his eyes in surrender to sleep.
âhehe⊠goodnight, zayne.â
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maybe your restless nights without zayne had finally caught up with you because your night of slumber was long and rejuvenating. so long and rejuvenating that you woke up three hours past normal.. without alerting your job that you were taking the week off.
when you click your phone on and see the number 11:43 shining back at your beautiful, crusted face, a wave of energy jolts into your body. jenna was going to give you an incredibly disappointed talk if she knew the only reason you were late was because⊠you got fucked. literally.
you rush out of bed, not even realizing zayne was no longer next to you, and start pacing back and forth in your room as you dialed her number. it took only a few rings for her to pick upâever the quick one, jenna was.
âjenna!â you yelp, exasperated. âiâm so sorry! i completely forgot to call out of work. listen i need the nextââ
âwoah, woah. hey now, take a breather,â jennaâs deep voice rumbles from the other end, âzayne already called out for you. said something about a⊠family issue? is everything alright?â
you still and clench onto your phone. yeah, sure, sure whatever excuse jenna will take.
âuh⊠yeah, no everything is fine. itâs not so much a family issue as it is a family⊠err⊠we just need to sort things out. you know i would never take off this much time if it wasnât important, jenna.â
you hear a faint chuckle from the other end. âyes, i know. iâm lucky this isnât a busy month. sort out your issue or⊠whatever it is thatâs taking my best hunter away from me. i expect you back in monday, alright soldier?â
you laugh softly, âyes maâam!â
quickly you end the call and put your phone aside. so much for a relaxing morning, your heart was already beating like a bunny rabbitâs. it was only thenâwhen the stress of jennaâs scolding was out of the wayâthat could yours ears became attuned to the noises outside your bedroom door.
right, zayne probably called off too.
you pick your phone back up and head out into the hall where you were greeted with the stirring scent of breakfast. as you step into the kitchen you see your husband, apron tired around his house clothes, cooking an omelette on the stove. just adjacent to the kitchen was the small dining room table you two shared, now worn down with other plates of cooked meals.
âbusy?â you almost laugh.
zayne turns to you and his expression lightens up slightly. âgood morning to you as well, love. you were sleeping so soundly when i woke up that i decided to just leave you there. although i didnât expect you to wake up so late.â
you swing around the kitchen and sit at the island in the middle, your eyes tracing over zayneâs back. âwell i was exhausted. thereâs only one person to blame for that too.â
zayne smirks, his eyes still focused on the pan in front of him. âwell,â he hums, âyouâll need to work on that stamina then. thats why iâm cooking for you today, weâll need to keep up energy.â
the implication of zayneâs words make you flush internally. you fidget with your fingernails and maintain the silence between the two of youânever awkward, usually comforting. except today it felt like there were more unspoken words than usual.
âso,â you break the ice, âcare to explain why you told jenna we had âfamily issuesâ as an excuse? she probably thinks weâre having marital problems or something embarrassing like that.â
zayne lets out an uncharacteristically prominent loud laugh low within his chest, it almost startles you. âwell we do have a family issue,â he responds, finally turning to you and away from the stove. he held the pan in his hand and approached the island.
âwhich is?â you hum in amusement.
he drops the omelette down onto the rogue plate on the counter and slides it to you. âthe issue of you not being pregnant yet,â he mumbles. your stunned expression was enough to school another smirk out of him. âeat up darling, donât waste a single bit.â
zayne moves past you and to the dining room table to fetch a glass, leaving you looking down at your omelette in fluster. god he always had a way of being fucking cheeky. the first bite was amazing, so satiating to your bottomless pit of a stomach. you hum in satisfaction and take a long sip from the juice zayne poured for you. before you could thank him for the meal and continue asking him accusatory questions, he beats you in conversation.
âi have yoga set up on the tv,â he smiles, back to the stove with his arms crossed. âthought itâd be good for us to do, especially you. we can use the mats you bought all those months ago before you decided to give up.â
âhey, listen, i got busy!â you reply with a mouth full. âalright yoga, whatâs next? face masks? nails? steam shower? jacuzzi?â
your fork points up at zayne, earning an eyebrow raise from him. you were so adorable like this. a little defiant from the lack of proper sleep and playful from banter. so beautifully chipper. âactually i was thinking about the hot tub for tonight. itâll be a nice way to warm our muscles. but letâs focus on one thing at a time, yeah?â he taps the island counter twice and moves past you once again to the living room. âeat up and then come join me.â
from a distance you hear the unmuting of the television and the clicking noises from a remote. you took an extensive amount of time eating your breakfast, almost apprehensive of zayne. he was acting so normal, save for the sudden gymnastics of activities he had planned.
but then again how were you supposed to act? there was clearly tension between you two, and of course, it was the bubbling good kind. the type that made your chest flutter and your stomach light from just being around him, no matter how normal he acted.
you put your dish away once finally done and join zayne in the living room. heâd already set up the mat, the one singular mat instead of the two you had in the closet, but you didnât question it. on the tv was a video of simple yoga exercises to do for beginners. it was almost like he was mocking you but it made you laugh internally.
âalright, time to put these mats to good use,â you chirp while sitting down criss cross. zayne stood beside you, flipping through other various beginner videos with a disapproving look.
âmost of these look too difficult for you, even the beginner ones. i donât want you pulling a muscle,â zayne mumbles. he puts the remote down and crouches down next to you.
âiâm flexible! sorta!â you pout slightly. âhow can you be sure these are too difficult for me anyway?â
ââcause i know your body,â he replies, sparing you a mirthful glance, âjust wanna be safe, love. yâknow what? iâll take it from here. doctors know the best ways to stretch the body, so iâll be your instructor instead.â
you almost want to retort that you knew this was coming, that he probably had this planned from the moment he put down one mat instead of two. but none of that comes out. you still for a few moments before laughing softly. âoh fuck me,â you mutter to yourself.
before you knew it, zaynes gentle hands cradled your hips and began putting your body in different positions. the favourite in particular were:
the pigeon pose, where one leg curled in and the out was stuck straight out. from where zayne was behind you, he could see a very nice round view.
the bridge pose, where your arms and head where on the mat but your hips were raised. from this angle, zayne could see the way your breasts sloped down onto your face.
zayne kept you in each pose for a prolonged period of times before switching you around to another one. but the most pleasing was of course:
the downward dog pose. where⊠well iâm sure you know already.
your ass high in the air for zayne to admire. it was just your heavy breathing and zayneâs low voice verbally guiding you that could be heard in the house. the silence that was between you two helped build the tension that was simmering since breakfast.
âz-zayne⊠can we move on to the next pose?â you ask in a shaky voice caused by the strain of holding your body up with your arms. you were still in downward dog and zayne hadnât moved or spoken since you first got into this position.
there was silence from him for a few moments before a low chuckle escaped his chest. he moved forward to your form and suddenly you felt a pair of hands on your waist. you donât move or speak, instead you let the following sensations happen.
slowly, zayne slides his hands down from your waist to your hips where the hem of your pajama pants were draped around. he hooks his fingers underneath the band and slides them down off your ass until they dropped to your ankles. he takes a moment to enjoy the sight of your panties hugging your round cheeks but wastes no time discarding them too.
with your pajama pants and panties now on the floor, zayne had a full view of the expanse of your ass and peeking pussy. he smirks to himself and moves forward until his hips were pressed against yours. at some point while you were looking away, heâd popped a massive boner and was now taunting you with the bulge in his pants.
âyouâre getting good at this. taking it like a good girl, i mean,â zayne purrs from behind you. âjust relax. âm just getting in my morning fill.â
ây-yeahâŠâ you stutter, âmorning fillâŠâ
zayne notices the quiver in your voice and frowns slightly. without notice he moves your form from the middle of the room to the end of the couch and over the arm of it. âi want you comfortable for this. canât have you toppling over and hurting yourself, can we?â
the amusement and lilt of zayne voice tell you heâs having a lot more fun than you expected but you nod along anyway. gently, he a kiss presses to your nape before contrasting the tenderness with a slap to your asscheek. you yelp slightly and turn your head around to pout but all zayne does is grin back at you.
helpless to him, you savor the feeling of his hands gliding up and down your backside that eventually come down to the alcove between your legs. instinctively you part them and feel his lengthy fingers slide up and down your pulsing slit. you place your head into the arm of the couch and whine softly while jutting your hips out for him.
âteasing me againâŠâ you murmur.
zayne quirks a brow. ânot teasing, savoring. howâre you feeling? sore? tired?â
you nod slightly, âa little bit of everything.â
zayne grins, âgood.â
just like the night before, zayne wastes no time freeing himself from the confines of his pants and teasing you with his cock. seeing you perched over, helpless to him, ready to take him inâit could get zayne hard within seconds.
the first few inches were delicious as usual. gentle, tender, and focused. then the rest of him was roughly pushed in until his pelvis met your plush ass cheeks. a groan in unison escapes you both.
âmm, fuck,â zayne rumbles, âalways feels so good⊠iâll be quick baby. wonât hold you up from your morning.â
âyou mean hold me up from my yoga?â you chide him with a small pout.
zayne laughs softly. his hands pull your hips back until he was buried at the hilt of you again, his thrusts now starting up at his normal pace of fucking you. âthis is your yoga.â zayne corrects you, âyouâre being stretched, thatâs all yoga is right? what? do you wanna take another position?â
before you could respond, zayne was already gripping onto you and moving you to the nearby living room wall. you yelp slightly as your body gets pushed up against the cool hard surface. zayne leaves no time for you to get used to the new position before restarting the rhythm of his thrusts.
âthat better?â zayne asks almost condescendingly while giving you little mercy. his hips pushed you into the wall over and over again, deliciously squeezing you between his hot body and the cold surface.
ây-yeah⊠hah⊠betterâŠ!â you squeal.
zayne smirks briefly at your bouncing form. tits jumping through your shirt, ass cheeks recoiling with every hit of his hips, your face all squished from how you were pressed up against the wall. a beautiful sight for a husband to see.
âkeep those noises up, baby. youâre gonna make me cum already.â
immediately you whine in response. praise from zayne was always enough to fuel you for more, even if you were tired or, in this case, pressed up the wall awkwardly.
you don't stop your sounds.
you whine and whimper, moaning zayne's name every now and again for good measure. it all came out naturally and as filthy as the both of you liked it. each thrust was rough and trained you bit by bit how to take him, even after all these years of sex. zayne wasn't joking when he said this was him priming and prepping you, especially for something as meaningful as his baby.
"'m close, come with me?" zayne gasps. his hands tightened on your hips with the right amount of pressure to pin you and not bruise you.
"y-yes, close too, please a little more..." you cry out with shaky voice to match your shaking body.
of course, zayne took your request seriously. he immediately began moving and angling hips around, hitting you in several different spots deep within. if your tightening pussy didn't tell him, the way you scratched at the wall and cried out his name so loudly told him you were close. and of course, he always let you come first.
"that's my good girl, just ride it out for me," he rumbled by your ear. zayne was hyper-focused on you and the minute you hit your orgasm; he let go of the tension in his body and nature take its course. a drawn out fuuuck escaped him as his balls swelled up and spilled into you once more.
"z-zayne," you whimper as the remanent of your orgasm ached in your body, leaving your legs limp and head hazed.
zayne smiles slightly at the sound of your soft voice and presses a kiss to your nape. "are you alright, my love?" he whispers.
"'m okay, just sticky again..."
a small chuckle is shared between you two in the post-coital glow. after a few more affectionate kisses to your neck and shoulders, zayne pulls out of you and keeps you up and still with his hands.
"ah... we made a bit of a mess on the floor," he remarks while glancing down at the glistening hardwood. "i'll take care of it, you go get cleaned up. actually, take a shower this time, no whining."
"i wasn't whining!" you huff. "i was going to anyway. you're just as sticky as me too, y'know? get in after."
zayne smirks, "yes ma'am."
a small hum of approval rings out of you as you give your husband a final kiss before wobbling down the hall to the master bedroom. for a few moments there, zayne indulged himself by watching you struggle to walk. it wasn't knowing you were uncomfortable that was pleasing to him, but rather, knowing that that was his doing. knowing that he was fucking you so good with his kids that you were walking like that.
once you were out of sight zayne focused back on the small mess beneath his body. creamy and translucent shared fluids had pooled on the hardwood (thank god it wasn't carpet). efficiently, he wriggled out of his stained pants and walked naked to the cleaning closet. with a small mop he wiped down the hardwood floor and left it clean within just a minute.
from afar he could hear the sound of your running shower in the master bed room. for a moment he thinks back to the memory of you and him last night; talking about a baby, agreeing to this âpropositionâ, putting your entire futures on the line for the happenstance of a week.
zayne exhaled.
anytime.
he could have you anytime, anywhere, however much.
zayne glances down the hall once more.
anytime.
you hear the door of the bathroom open over the loud running water. the room was steaming from heat as you washed your body clean from all the sticky residue.
âlove? are you looking for your shaving cream? itâs in here. i can give it toââ
the shower curtain opens, you jump slightly. zayne steps in, already naked and eyeing you down. you didnât say anything, unsure of what to make of his gaze, but it didnât take you long to catch on.
his hands were on your waist immediately, pinning you against the shower wall with a firm grip. neither of you said anything as zayne slips in his already hard cock into your used hole. a soft gasp escapes you.
your cheek was pressed against the shower wall, your hips were jutted out behind you. you could hear a muttered âfuckâ from behind you as zayne begins his rhythmic thrusts into you. the water helped for lubrication, not like you needed it anyway. you were always so welcoming for zayne.
âl-love?â you whimpered softly, you voice slightly muffled from the shower. zayne didnât answer you.
from behind zayne was zoned in on your backside. he stared at how his cock slid in and out of you with such ease. your lips hugged around his shaft with every thrust in and out. nothing mattered more right now than impregnating you. he knew it, any load this week could be the one. maybe it was the one he just gave you, or maybe itâs going to be one of the other many heâll provide. doesnât matter. he needs to make it all count.
âzayne,â you sigh out as his determined thrusts go harder. he was passionate, more passionate than earlier. it was a bit uncomfortable but still more pleasurable than anything.
âi know,â he grunts softly, acknowledging that he had just tired you out. he felt a little bad, but heâll make up for that later. âcanât stop thinking about it,â he mumbles while keeping his eyes sharp on his enveloped cock. âcanât stop thinking about getting you pregnant.â
âahâi know you c-canât.â
âthen help me ease my mind, hmm?â he thrusts particularly hard. âuse what i give you and make our precious baby, darling.â he places his hand over your stomach and rubs you there, almost as if to somehow stimulate the fertilization process.
âi-ill try,â you groan. this was no different than having back to back rounds with zayne, which youâve adjusted to over the years of dating and sex. but it was different this time. despite it not even being twelve hours later after the deal was made, there was intense, simmering tension between you two. you couldnât help but be aware that every second he was inside of you was every second he intended to get you pregnant. it wasnât the same as regular sex.
even as overstimulation hit zayne, he really couldnât bring himself to stop. it was robotic, insistent, and automatic the way he was moving his hips against your backside. every few moments when clarity hit, he kissed your nape as a silent comfort, but then went right back to it.
it takes only a few minutes of thrusts before he felt the familiar heat build up within his abdomen. quickly, he wraps an arm around your hip and rubs your clit to help stimulate you into an orgasm as well.
âi donât want to be greedy,â he spoke gruffly by your ear, âthis is about you as much as it is about me. i want your orgasm. i want your baby. can you give me those?â
you tilt your head back fully onto his shoulder and squeeze your eyes shut. you felt your legs tremble from the shocking sensations going on within your body and on your clit. âi,â you choke out, âi can promise you at least one of those things right now.â
you buckled as a harsh and slightly painful orgasm crashes into you. zayne steadies you immediately with his strong arm, pushing you back against his chest and kissing up and down your neck. âmy good girl,â his voice strains. he was close now too.
with one healthy thrust he immediately spills into what he hoped was the deepest part of you. a slight whine mixed with a heavy groan comes out of him as a similarly harsh and slightly painful orgasm strikes him. he suspends his hips up into your ass for several moments before relaxing and melting against your shoulder and nape.
âah, oh. darling,â zayne whispers. you couldnât respond immediately. the big load inside of you was overwhelming and had you in a hazed, delirious state. only when you felt his sweet, reassuring kisses to your cheek did you come back to.
âz-zayne,â you whimper softly. you glance at him sidelong and smile weakly.
âiâm sorry. i was rough on you,â he says, sounding genuinely remorseful.
âno⊠no itâs okay. i enjoyed it. we made a deal, weâre sticking by it.â
zayneâs lip twitches into a warm smile. he loved you so much, if only you knew. âare you okay, though? pain, discomfort? anything?â before you could answer he reaches for the discarded loofah on the side of the tub and holds it up. âlet me clean you. itâs the very least i can do. can you stand?â
you attempt to hold your balance without zaynes support. your legs were a little wobbly but you had yourself together. âiâm okay, really. just a little ache, but itâs the good type. iâd love to get some help.â
zayne gives you a curt nod and goes back to supporting you with his arms. despite your good balance, he wouldnât take the chance of having you stumble or fall. âletâs take our time. i want to take care of you and thank you properly.â
you wouldnât complain one bit about that.
his hands moved slowly and tenderly over your body, lathering suds and massaging your muscles at each point. he said nothing. zayne was always the man of few words, especially when it came to showing deep affection. his eyes, his hands, his kisses would do all of the talking.
in between your legs he was careful and knew to hold off on the soap. he instead rinsed your sensitive folds with water and only used the suds for your thighs. you matched his silence, letting your husband do his lovely work on you. it was moments like these where you really thought⊠would getting pregnant really be that bad?
maybe. but at the very least your kids wouldnât have an absent father and you wouldnât have a deadbeat husband.
your hair was lathered and brushed too until clean. and at the end of the shower, zayne would only take it a step further and dry you off himself. he wrapped your towel robe around you and patted every part of you dry. and it was only then he spoke.
âfeeling better, love?â he murmured while caging you subtly against the sink. his hands held onto the marble counter on either side of you.
âmuch better,â you respond softly while affectionately bumping your nose with his, âthank you.â
âdonât thank me. you needed it. letâs get you dressed and maybe⊠we can resume yoga,â zayne smirks.
you laugh, âoh hush!â
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maybe zayne felt bad for you.
it was already later in the night now and he hadnât touched you at all since the shower in the morning. you expected him to have a whole mirage of âactivitiesâ planned for you after the whole yoga charade, but he was acting surprisingly... normal.
no innuendos, no flirty touches, no bedroom eyes. was he burnt out? no, he couldnât be. this was zayne after all. the man who put you through the bed for 5 hours on your wedding night. he couldnât possibly be skimping out because he was a little tired.
but maybe it was because you were a little tired. you could take a lot, that was not a question, but maybe this whole âfree useâ thing was abnormal for zayne. he was used to explicit consent so maybe this whole: âtake it when you want how you wantâ left him⊠unsure.
the thoughts ran rampant in your mind all evening until you realized it was nearing dinner time. and, just like he did for breakfast and lunch, zayne was making the meals.
âoh, whatâs cooking my handsome chef?â you purr as you flop off the couch as put your book aside. you scurry to the kitchen island and smile brightly, hoping to entice something in him.
zayne glances back at you and smirks. âpad thai, nothing crazy. since i made it last week i have some left over ingredients.â he shakes the pan on the stove and then turns up the heat. âitâll be ready in about thirty. i have some wine in the fridge, maybe we can wine and dine?â
you immediately perk up and nod. âabsolutely yes, i need something like that.â you swing around the island and wrap your arms around zayne waist and bury your face in his neck. âthank you, my lovely, beautiful, sweet, amazing husband.â
you earn a chuckle from zayne. but only a chuckle. âiâm all of those things? just for making pad thai? youâre easy to win over.â
âfood always wins me over. plus, youâre a good chef!â
you poke his sides and nuzzle into his back, trying to distract him from cooking. zayne was used to this from you, but tonight every touch meant something a little more. you⊠were kinda antsy. wondering when the next time zayne was gonna fuck you senselessly. it was a little exhilarating and anticipatory, especially after almost twelve hours of nothing.
he brushes off your attention as nothing more than your antics, and it frustrates you a little. you werenât making anything obvious. you didnât want to tell him to take you. you just wanted him to do it. he was allowed to. he had full and utter consent to. why wasnât he?!
an idea pops into you head.
you peck his cheek before peeling off of him quietly and scurrying to your shared bedroom. in the back of your walk-in closet, passed all the shoes and bags, was a ribboned box in an inconspicuous box.
it was supposed to be for his upcoming birthday⊠guess not anymore.
it takes a few shimmies and clips before youâre completely out of your comfortable wear and in a laced, blue babydoll lingerie top and matching thin, laced blue panties. it was very simple, it was very elegant. the designs on the straps and the hems were intricate and meticulously crafted. the bra cups of the top pushed your breasts up perfectly, and the rest of it was sheer and shimmery, leaving little to the imagination about your midsection.
you stare yourself in the mirror of your closet and figured it still missed a little something, something.
a garter here, a satin open-robe there, some fluffed hair everywhere, and you were done! you didnât want to take too long anyway, there was only so much time until dinner was done.
well⊠you realized staring at the mirror again that⊠dinner was done. and it was wrapped in icy blue and an air of horny.
you step back out into the open-concept living-kitchen and sit yourself on the arm of the couch. you stare at zayneâs back as he chopped vegetables on the cutting board. finishing touches, you presumed. especially seeing the full bottle of wine on the counter, you knew he would be done soon.
you didnât bother him.
you were patient⊠or nervous. whichever one. he seemed so zoned in and focused, and the dinner smelt so goddamn good. it was a shame you werenât gonna get to it anytime soon.
âdinnerâs ready!â zayne softly yells, assuming you were in the other rooms.
âiâm ready,â you whisper breathlessly from the couch.
âoh, youâre here. good, let me get theââ
the second zayne turns around he sees you in that contrasting yet sexy icy blue colour. his brows twitch slightly and his lips part frozen. you only stare back, a clear flush on your neck and cheeks.
âiâm hungry,â you state softly.
a beat of silence passes before zayne seemingly relaxes and approaches you slowly. you donât move an inch until he stands right in front of you, towering over your exhilarated self. you look up at him, into those intense hazel eyes, and wonder what you just got yourself into.
zayne reaches up to stroke your cheek gently. he doesnât say a word for a few long beats and instead opts to stoically admire you. then he speaks.
âgo to the bedroom, i need to turn off the kitchen.â
say less!
you nod slightly.
instead of scurrying down the hall like you usually do, you move in a slow sashay, knowing zayne was watching you from the back. you felt the buzz of anticipation drum through you as you sit on the bed. distantly you could hear the stove, oven, and lights turn off in the house. it was final. it was clear communication from zayne.
iâm not paying attention to anything else but you.
when you hear his footsteps in the hallway, you almost double over in anxiety. but it was so, so good.
you keep your eyes low and down in your lap. it was only when you hear the door crack open that you glanced up at zaynes form.
âmngh,â a small noise escapes you as you see a very, very obvious tent in his pants.
zayne was slow and intentional with every movement, and you knew this side of him very, very well.
itâs when he was the most dominating. the air around him changed so intensely that you had no choice but to submit. it was addictive. you loved this side of him, and it rarely came out.
with his back to the door, zayne looks down and unbuckles his belt. the sound was loud in the silent room. yet when the buckle was undone, he doesnât pull the belt through and undo it. he instead crosses the room until he lands right in front of you once again.
you felt a shiver go down your spine.
âzayne, iââ
âiâm starting to think you want this baby more than i do,â he rumbles while catching your jaw in between his index finger and thumb. he tilts your head up higher. âparading around in something so⊠god, whatâre you thinking? do you want to know what iâm thinking?â
âw-whatâre you thinking?â
zayne leans down until his breath ghosted over your face. âiâm thinking about making these pretty fabrics your maternity clothes.â his eyes dilate, zeroing in on your face. âiâm thinking about making you pregnant.â
no words came out of your mouth.
zayne stands to full height and traces a singular finger down your neck and to your chest, grazing your pushed breasts. âto think,â he drawls on, âthat i was doing something nice by giving you a break. that maybe youâd silently appreciate not being so sore. but i guess i was starving you, wasnât i?â
you gulp and avert your gaze to the side.
âiâŠâ
you had no explanation.
zayne hums, âwhat a horrible husband i am,â he murmurs. he cups your breast and strokes the lace back and forth with his thumb. âiâve been neglecting my beautiful,â he makes his hand down to your waist, âsweet,â now at your hip, âamazing wife,â down to your thigh. he flips you back onto the bed like a light switch. âsound familiar?â
he was hovering over you and pinning you down with that signature sharp gaze of his. a very small smirk played on his lips. you hated to admit it but you were already completely and utterly soaked for him just from this.
âz-zayneâŠâ you mewl, âi can't take it anymoreâŠâ
âi know, darling,â zayne purrs, âi know.â his hand massages your thigh sensually but he never broke eye contact. âbut i have to take my time with such a nice gift. where have you been hiding this gem from me?â
you lick your lips. âit was supposed to be one of your birthday gifts, but i thought⊠i could wear it now. for you.â
zayne quirk a brow. âoh, you thought it was better to bring it out now? why?â the smirk widens. âis it because you know iâll like it so much that iâll put a baby in you?â
you whine softly.
âhm, sorry, crude,â zayne chuckles. you could tell he was trying to hold himself back, for now at least.
he didnât need to open your legs, they were practically already spread eagle. he steps in between them and bows into your neck. there he bites you softly with a gradual increase in pressure. he litters several shallow hickeys across your neck, creating an art piece of pale pink and red on your skin.
then, without a word, kisses down to your breasts and nuzzles into their warmth through your top. with a precise hand, he digs into the bra cup and frees your right breast from its confines. he fondles it for a silent moment before smirking and leaning in for a suck.
you sigh while feeling his experienced tongue work around your nipple, coaxing it into full growth. your hand instinctively comes up into his hair and massages his scalp to encourage his sucking.
âzayne⊠ah,â you exhale with fluttering eyes.
âmmh?â he responds, voice vibrating through your breast. he pops off of you and licks his lips. âjust testing your ability to nurse. maybe soon thereâll be milk coming out. hm, what do you think?â
you turn your head away and bite the inside of your lip. âi think youâre getting ahead of yourself. we⊠we donât know whatâll happen.â
zayne shrugs slightly while idly playing with your nipple. âyouâre right, we donât know. but thereâs a chance for anything and everything. are you nervous knowing that?â
you nod.
âiâll take care of you no matter what happens,â he whispers. âpregnant or not, iâll handle every worry you have. iâm your husband, itâs what i do.â
you smile slightly. he was more nurturing than you sometimes. heâd make a great father and knowing that drove you insane somehow.
ânow be a good girl and lift up your shirt for me.â
you listened immediately. you pulled at the edge of your sheer babydoll top and lifted it to your chest, baring your stomach and panties to him. you saw him admire your midsection before leaning in to give you more kisses. he trails them down your soft stomach and to your navel. his hands grip your hips and lift them up gently, arching you slightly against his lips. it was worshipful, affectionate.
"right here," he murmurs into your tummy.
"hm?" you question, completely dazed from arousal and anticipation.
zayne only answers your half-there, unsure expression with a smirk. he gives your stomach one more kiss and shakes his head gently. "nothing," he whispers under his breath. you drop it. the attention he gives you trails down to your navel and right above your mound.
he glances up at your pink, hazed expression. that drunk look in your eyes was everything to him. he was equally as drunk despite that bottle of wine staying sealed and unopened. his hand beginsidly stroking your thigh right underneath your laced blue panties. "whatever else you were going to gift me for my birthday," zayne rumbles, "forget it. truly, nothing else could compare to this."
"are you talking about the lingerie or the sex?" you ask with a half smile.
"everything," he responds quickly, "anything that has to do with you is gift for me. genuinely, i need nothing else." dipping his fingers into the hem of your panties, zayne begins teasing the skin underneath, causing goosebumps to run down your back and down your legs. "just like right now, i need nothing else but to enjoy you. it's the gift that keeps on giving."
he stands to full height and leans over to press his forehead to yours. keeping eye contact, he starts slowly sliding your panties down until they were pooled around your ankles. your legs never inched closed, they kept open, baring everything without shame. despite how many times zayne has seen and felt you, you always got a little girlishly shy when you saw the amazed, exhilarated look on his face.
you bit your lip as he moves down and presses a kiss to your clit. just that little sensation had you going.
"zayne," you sigh out softly, but he was focused. he also had no shame. he spreads your lips apart and chuckles as you whine in embarrassment. he takes a look at everything, every dripping wet part of you that no one else has seen. he commits the sight, smell, and feel of you to memory. and soon, the taste too.
"i'm going to taste everything you have to give me," he purrs while nudging his nose to your clit, "and then i'm going to pull these beautiful panties you spent so much money on back up, and then i'll give that baby, yeah? sound good?"
you nodded frantically, "yes please."
"that right, my good girl," he praises before pressing another kiss to your nub. he wastes no time on flowery language. immediately his lips latch onto you and begin sucking, causing you to arch off the bed and grip onto zayne's head of hair.
"z...zayne, ah, n-no going easy on me t-tonight?" you try to half-joke as your lower half gets devored.
"nope," he responds against your sweetness. he pops off for a second and smiles with glistening lips. "not after this stunt you're pulling. absolutely no." and with that, he reattaches himself to you and begins lapping at every ridge of your folds. fuck that pad thai.
his tongue worked in ways mysterious to even you - his wife. no one could do it like he could. each swipe up and down your pussy had you writhing and crying for an impossible more, more, more. it was like a terrible itch your skin was finally being scratched after being ignored for what seemed like an eternity.
god you were going crazy.
"zayne," you cry out his name sweetly. his name is like a comfort. it's the first word your lips form whenever pleasure hits you. half the time you don't even know you're moaning his name, it just comes out.
zayne doesn't relent or let his focus be swayed by anything else, though. he's a man of business! he has a job to get done!
by hooking his palms onto the backs of your knees, he pushes your legs up higher to your chest, holding you there with easy strength as his mouth takes advantage of the new depth the position gave him. you feel his tongue slide down to not only tease the area around your entrance, but to dip in, shallowly giving you a penetrative feel. you melt immediately.
"zayne, please," you whine, now actually saying his name with purpose. "zayne, please, i really can't take it right now, please i just need you inside," you beg, hoping he'd give you some reprieve.
he slowly pulls away from your pussy and licks his lips instinctively. "you can't take it anymore?" he repeats, "you're the one who got yourself into this situation, now you're whining about it?"
his direct words only make you groan. can he just... just get inside!
you grab his shoulders and pull him up to your face, hands then reaching to cup his cheeks. forehead to forehead like this, you knew you had all the advantage.
with your brows knitted up and eyes fluttering halfway, you feign a sweet, desperate princess look. "please..." you whisper, "i need you. please, baby."
it took a long time for him to respond. your answer from him didn't come through lustful words or a hurried attempt to free himself, though. instead, he lets out a heavy deep breath from his nose that fans your face. he's relented. you can see it in his face even if he won't say it.
you don't attempt to break the tense silence zayne builds between you two. you just keep your hands on his cheeks, looking between his eyes and wallowing in his dark gaze. he drops one of your legs, and from there, you can hear him free himself from the confines of his boxers. he didn't once take his eyes off you, though.
it wasn't a challenge, but you matched his gaze with a dulcet one. the only break in your expression was when you felt his thick, burning hot tip breach you with slow intensity. you inhale softly, lips quivering.
it was agonizing how each inch went in. it felt like it went on forever, but you could tell this pace was intentional from him. but it only made it so much better.
"zayne, zayne... fuck," you curse, finally giving up your deer-like stare to close your eyes.
he kisses the underside of your chin. "i wanted your panties back on, so i could fuck you in the full set," he murmurs, "but it seems like you're too desperate to even think about anything but my cock."
he stays fully seated into you for several long seconds to allow you to feel the scorch of his body inside yours. it was excruciatingly pleasureful. then, without any more encore or delay, he picks up the leg he let go and brings it back into position. both your knees were essentially on either side your chin, turning you folded for him once more.
"yeah," you shake your head, relenting, "yeah that's all i can think about. you. what you do to me. what i want you to do to me. i don't want to think about anything else."
zayne simply looks over your pliant form, silently appreciating the view. "trust me," he grunts as he moves into his first thrust, "i'm thinking about what i can do to you too."
nothing and no one could've pulled him out now. he was stuck here until he achieved his ultimate goal.
his goal of impregnating you, of course!
slow, heavy thrusts is how he starts out, causing loud clapping noises as he batters into you with every ounce of devotion. you were already choked up from the first thrust; let alone this punishing pace he was setting. you could do nothing but lay there and take it. occasionally you'd let out a moan of his name, and occasionally he'd touch you in a way that asked, "are you okay?"
you were never better!
but beside that, there was no talking between you two, just skin to skin noises and sounds of pleasure. the thing was, though, zayne did lot of talking his hands.
at some point, he'd let go of your legs but kept them up with his body. instead, his palms were over your waist and midsection, mapping you out like something precious. his gaze was intense there.
you were hardly aware of what he was doing except for, y'know, the fucking you part. but other than that, you didn't notice the yearning in his eyes. you didn't notice the way he talked under his breath.
"i'll do anything you want," zayne whispers, barely audible. "i'm yours, i'm your husband, and i want your children. look at you. how can a body like this not get pregnant? you're so fertile, so full of life. let me make you a mother." he glances up at you who was just completely and utterly swept away in the waves of pleasure. "mother of my kids..."
you were wrecked two hours in, but in that time span zayne had managed to fill you four times over. he had unbelievable stamina that, somehow, was still not fully drained; he only stopped because you were getting uncomfortable.
on the stool beside the bathtub you were soaking in, zayne gently washed you while taking breaks to stare and talk to you.
"are you sure i didn't prolong it?" he asks with genuine regret lacing his voice. the way you were wincing and moaning made him feel extremely guilty.
"no, no, not at all," you reassure with a floppy smile. "please, i wanted that so bad, you have no idea. i literally had to invoke it out of you, made us miss dinner and everything." but, still sensing his worry, you reach out to touch his wrist, catching his curiosity. quickly, you steal a kiss before pulling back. "it was so good. unbelievable actually. baby-making sex has you acting all different."
zayne lets out a breath that was somewhere between amusement and disbelief. "so, i'm not as good when we're having 'regular' sex?" he asks, going back to the leg he was working on scrubbing.
"that's not what i meant and you know that. i'm just saying that... i feel the determination more. literally."
he glances up at your face. both your warm look and gentle words made his expression ease up from guilt. "yeah, i can feel it too. like my body has a mind of it's own when..." he looks back up at you, unsure if he should finish that thought. he shakes his head and decides against it. "after the bath, i'll tuck you in and we'll eat dinner. usually i'd advise against eating so close to bedtime but... i think we earned it. i think you earned it."
you giggle softly and reach out to pinch his ear. "ahh, you're getting all mushy, gushy on me. yes, you're right, i do deserve it. only the best for mama, right?" the words felt strange coming out of you. you weren't mama and you weren't sure if you wanted to be mama. but you were more less teasing him, and he knew that.
zayne lets out a small but genuine laugh. "yes, only the best for mama."
hey! you made it to the end! here's a taglist of people who asked me a year ago, lol! thank you guys for waiting... if you even gaf anymore...
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Scars are remnants of a wound yet they seem to hurt more so than the wound. What's that on your wrist? How did you get it? No way you did that to yourself!
You stood in a matching lingerie set in front of the mirror. You stared at the scars donning your body. It felt like a second layer of cloth, a shameful disgusting piece of cloth that everyone judges you for.Â
Itâs hard. Itâs hard to look at them and then to look away, they remind you of the ghost that is your past; they remind you of all the awfulness you had to go through to get the courage to do this to yourself. It hurts. Again.
You glance back at the door, Zayne waiting for you behind it. The relationship is still relatively new; which means you havenât had sex. That was about to change. However you couldnât seem to grasp as to how to wear your own skin confidently. You havenât told Zayne about your past or the wounds etched into your skin. How could you explain that to anybody? You knew Zayne wasnât the judgemental type but it is only humane to feel embarrassed. To cover yourself.
Yet you werenât a fool. You have seen the long sleeves Zayne always opts for, the way he never rolls up his sleeves even while eating or the way you can see the slightest indent in his skin when his sleeve accidentally do roll up. It could be due to his evol. Frosty and unpredictable, the total opposite of the Zayne you have grown to love but the small chance that maybe heâŠ
No. Why are you hoping for that just to comfort yourself?Â
He, unlike you, has talked about it. He told you that when his evol grows out of control, it can scar. He wouldnât lie. Would he?
You took a deep breath and splashed some water on your face. The hard fluorescent made weird shadows creep behind your image but you ignored the mirror as you headed towards the exit of the bathroom. The bedroom door. Zayne. Fuck.
You opened the door.
The very first thing you heard was his breath hitch and you wondered which layer of clothing had that effect; the sexy lingerie meant to seduce or the disgusting scars carved into your skin. The thought almost made you snort. Almost.
You kept your gaze fixed at the floor, by his feet where you could see he was still wearing his pants and shoes. Fuck. It made you feel more self conscious that you were the only one half naked.Â
You saw him move before the first tear could fall. He was grasping you oh-so gently by the shoulders as he pulled your face closer to his. He kissed your forehead and murmured things that you couldn't hear. The only sound that was left was the ringing in your ears.Â
It took you a while to get back in the room. Physically you didnât move but mentally you were gone. When you finally looked at him, him and his beautiful hazel green eyes that held worry and love for you, another sob escaped your throat. You could see his lips moving and it took a while but you could finally hear him again.
âMy loveâŠwhy did you not tell me?â
âI-..I w-was af-afraid.â
âShhâŠItâs alright.â
He hugged you closer. Closer and closer till all you could feel was his warm chest and the erratic heartbeat of yoursâŠor his? You couldnât tell.Â
When you finally looked up at him again, he donned a pained expression. Your breath got stuck in your throat as you wiped a stray tear about to land on his cheek. Zayne never criedâŠnot even when you watched an overly emotional movie.
âZayneâŠ.â
âI must admit, I haven't been fully sincere.â
You shook your headâŠno no noâŠthis was not happening. NoâŠ
He took a step back and started to roll up his sleeve. Once again, you could view the scars resting on his skin but this time there was no attempt made to hide them. He took in a deep breath and spoke.
âI did this myself. With my evol.â
His voice was sharp like it hurt to admit it and you could but stare at the scars. So he was like you, huh?Â
âThat makes us two peas in a pod, no?â, Your pitiful attempt at a joke was frowned upon by him and you winced. Right..this is no joking matter but humour is how you cope.
There was an awkward silence between you two that was slowly suffocating you. You had to speak. âCould you tell?â
âTell what?â
âThat I have a history of self harm?â
The word seemed to make him wince and you wondered what he liked to call it in his head. Self mutilation? Self love? Copium? He shook his head and explained
âYou were always better at hiding things than me. I thought you felt uncomfortable around me and that's why you didnât wear shorts butââ
âZayne no. You never made me feel uncomfortable.â
His words made you angry. Very like him to assume the worst of himself when he was nothing short of an angel. Stupid man.
You stepped closer to him again and cradled his face between your hands. It didnât go unnoticed how his breath hitched when your palm made contact with his face. âZayneâŠyou can never make me uncomfortable. If that were true, I wouldn't be standing hereâ Half naked in a lingerie, covered in scars. You didnât add that though.
It seems that Zayne seemed to also remember what the two of you were about to do before theâŠsudden revelation. His gaze took in your body once more as he visibly relaxed.
âRight..how about we continue where we left off?â
Your breath hitched. Suddenly, the scars were forgotten and all you could think of was him. And then you were kissing him. Finally the two of you were kissing.Â
He wrapped his arms around your waist as slowly guided you back till the back of your legs hit the bed. You sat down and looked up at him.
âLet me show you how beautiful your body is to me, with the scars includedâ
You took a hold of his arm and he looked at you confused till you kissed a scar that ran along his forearm till his wrist. Gently, you spoke in the same tone as his. âAnd let me show you how precious you are to me, Zayne, scars included.â
Synopsis: Dawnbreaker Zayne heard a song in his dreams sung by her. Basically, Dawnbreaker Zayne dreams about Zayne and mc's life and comes to the realisation that his life sucks.
Author's note: I posted this a while ago on ao3 but felt too lazy to post it on tumblr and well...now it's been a few months. Inspired by the song Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!
Warning: Hurt/Comfort, little fluff and loads of tears.
Word Count: around 3.5k
There was a tune, a song that was stuck in Zayneâs head. His hand acted quickly to finish off the wanderer yet his mind kept on replaying the unknown song. He had heard it in his dreamâŠsung from the bewitching voice of that girl. He was brought back to reality as he looked at the rotten corpse that now lay on the ground. It was something so inhumane yet that wasnât always the case. It was once a human. He looked away and moved stealthily through the abandoned streets wishing for nothing more than a good nightâs sleep. He wished to see her again in his dreams.
ââââ
Zayne lay in the meadow with her and lazily gazed at vast expanse of blue above him. His eyes turned to look at her and he couldnât help but smile. She was playing that song again. He felt like he had heard it a thousand times yet she seemed to be obsessed and kept replaying it a thousand more times. Before he could decide otherwise, he spoke with a voice tinged with curiosity.
âYou play that song too often, arenât you worried that it will get stuck in your head?â
She turned to look at him and laughed as she playfully hit his arm and shook her head. He frowned slightly at her actions but poked her side till she relented and answered his question.
âDr. Zayne, is that worry I see etched on your face? Itâs fine. I donât think I will mind if it does get stuck.â
ââââ
Zayne reached his home or⊠for the lack of a better word, the house he resided in. Immediately he stripped himself of his bloodstained clothing. He went into his bathroom and turned on the shower. The sound of running water filled his ears but his focus was elsewhere. His mind made desperate attempts to capture the melody that he had heard however, he couldnât discern the lyrics. He looked at himself in the mirror and couldnât help but stare at his naked body, at the multiple scars that adorned his body. He averted his gaze and finished his shower.
Zayne lay on his bed as he stared at the crumbling plaster on the ceiling. The moonlight shuns down on his face, accentuating the tiredness his eyes held. He closed his eyes in a futile attempt to fall into sleepâs embraceâŠto fall into her embrace. Yet he could not. Time seemed to have slowed down as he lay awake with the comforting presence of the thoughts that consisted of her. Another memory that wasnât his flooded his mind.
ââââ
âYou should come inside already lest you wish to catch a coldâ
Zayne spoke with worry lacing his voice. He looked at her as she stood in the rain with her clothes completely drenched. She looked up at him with mischievous yet determined eyes. They shone as bright as a dazzling fire that seemed to be inextinguishable despite the heavy rain. He frowned as he realized what she was thinking.
âDonât you dare-â
His warning held no effect as she tightly grasped his hand, pulling him out of the comforting warmth of the house and into the downpour. Her giggles were mostly muted by the sound of the rain but he could still discern the way her eyes crinkled as she laughed. He couldnât help but smile at her childish antics.
âThanks to a special someone Iâm totally soaked and at a high risk of catching a cold.â, His voice spoke out yet he wasnât angry with her. How could he ever possibly feel as such towards her? She looked up at him as she intertwined her fingers with his. Her voice rang out with a gentleness only reserved for him.
âIsnât this lovely? Our clothes are drenched and our shoes are filled with water but stillâŠstanding in the rain feels delightful.â
His expression was thoughtful as a small smile graced his face. He leaned down towards her to put his forehead against hers as he spoke out softly.
âYesâŠgetting soaked in the rain is a lovely feeling when you are with your beloved.â
ââââ
Back in the present Zayne was running in circles in his room. This wasnâtâŠnormal. Something felt extremely wrong but it was hard to pinpoint the exact cause of his frustrations and sleeplessness. He looked out his balcony window to see tiny rain droplets. He went outside to stand in his balcony and to feel what that doctor felt. Zayne could only feel the chilling cold that seeped into his bones and the pain in his heart. He looked down at the empty streets and came to the ultimate realization that the doctor was right.
It only feels lovely when you are with your beloved.
Zayne stood there for quite some time, totally consumed by his thoughts. Suddenly he heard the alarm in the bedroom go off and he looked back to see that from the many green dots, one had just turned red. He immediately moved towards his front door since it looked like he wonât get any sleep tonight anyways. His clothes were drenched quickly as he wandered through the alleyways in the heavy downpour but as he moved closer to the location of the red dot, he heard low inhumane groans. He rushed down the alleyway when he heard the sound of a child crying for help.
Zayne turned the corner of the streets and looked at the macabre scene. A half-transformed woman and a little girl. The woman was attacking the girl with the long tendrils that seemed to endlessly grow out of her body and tried to reach for the girl as she cowered in fear, screaming at the top of her lungs. Zayne was quick and precise in killing her, his black icicles aiming for the womanâs throat. She was dead.
She was sitting up in their bed as she reached out to caress his face in an attempt to comfort him. His skin was covered in cold sweat and his eyes remained close as he tried not to hyperventilate. His hand found hers and he gently kissed the back of her hand and opened his eyes to look at her. Zayne felt himself calm down a bit but simultaneously he started to feel guilty for making her worry.
âIt was just a nightmare.â, He insisted yet the slight tremble in his voice gave away his own feelings of terror.
She stared into his dazzling hazel-green eyes. This was nothing new. Zayne suffered from nightmares often and usually she never inquired further at his hesitancy but tonight she decided otherwise.
âDo you want to talk about it? Iâm more than willing to listen.â
At her kind words he felt his brave exterior crumble into pieces. He sat up with her as he gathered courage to tell her of the horrors he had witnessedâŠor to be precise, as much as he could afford to tell without worrying her too much. Â
âI-âŠI was myself but some alternative version of myself. A crueler person. There was a woman and she-â, His voice wavered slightly as he again started to wonder if it was the right choice to be telling her this. Her hand gently squeezed his in an attempt to reassure him and he took a deep breath before he spoke again.
âShe wasnât entirely humanâŠalmost like a wanderer. I-..I killed her.â
Zayne looked away in disgust. He was ashamed of his own actions but she didnât look alarmed at all; on the contrary she turned his chin towards her. Her gentle eyes reassured him as he took in a deep breath to continue.
âThat wasnât all. That woman was a mother. The woman was attacking her daughter who was screaming and when I tried to help- she accused me of having killed her mother and thenâŠshe also turned out to be a monster. An abomination.â
Zayne looked at her just to see her staring into the distant space as if she were in deep thought. She then turned to look at him and reached out to caress his face.
âZayneâŠArenât dreams the opposite of the reality? You might have killed two people in your dream but in reality, havenât you saved hundreds?â, She whispered quietly and gave him a soft smile. âYouâre a doctor, Zayne.â, she continued.
âDonât dwell on dreams, after all, they arenât real.â
ââââ
Zayne felt his body cave in as his knees hit the cold and wet asphalt. The rain continued pouring down on him but his body remained glued to the decaying carcass that lay in front of him. A burst of emotions flooded his body as he recalled his dream. He felt a heavy weight on his heart but he had to get up. He pulled himself together as he stumbled through the alleyways. His pace got faster as he got closer to his apartment. A flurry of thoughts rushed into his head that made him come to the same realization.
The dream that he had months ago talked about todayâs events.
He reached his apartment and this time he couldnât bother going in the shower again. He rushed straight towards his bedroom. He stripped himself of clothes and threw them somewhere in the room. He grabbed a towel and hurriedly dried his body before ultimately the towel joined his clothes in the mess in his room. It was very unlike him to not keep his surroundings clean and organized but right now the state of the bedroom matched the state of his mind. Chaotic.
YesâŠthe thoughts of her that were once his only source of comfort in this shitty hellhole had now turned on him and started causing chaos.
Zayne forced himself to close his eyes and not think about it. To not think about her words and just how much power they held over him. His hand reached into his bedside drawer and unwrapped a piece of candy. The sweetness that melted in his mouth did little to get the thoughts of her out of his mind but at the very least he could pretend to not be as affected by her words. His mind replayed that melody again. It had been stuck in his mind for days and he felt himself feel another strange set of emotions. Exasperation. Bitter anger. Helplessness.
He felt a sudden resentment towards his own life and a strong envy for the doctorâs yet he could do nothing. The reality was that, in the end, the doctor lived in a world where she existed and he lived in a world where he could only wish of that as the truth. But it will never be as such. Another memory graced his mind and left a bittersweet aftertaste in his mouth.
ââââ
Their patience runs out as they desperately claw at each otherâs body and share a passionate kiss. Her hand reached up to tangle in his hair and he let out a soft sigh. The temperature seemed to drop in the room as small icy crystals formed on the wall next to her yet the heat of their passion only seemed to grow stronger. The kiss was broken and they looked at each other with desire that seemed to be reciprocated with twice the intensity by the other.
Zayne gripped her waist tighter and pulled her closer. The space between them however small continued to bother him relentlessly. He wanted her as close to him as possible, no-âŠ.he needed that. The desire that coursed through his body seemed to be insatiable. She stood in front of him resembling a reverent reverie and he wished to spend every lifetime of his worshipping her in hopes of conveying a meager faction of his feelings.
  He dropped to his knees and placed small kisses on her legs, from her ankles to her thighs. Her breath got stuck in her throat as she gazed down at him. She ran a hand through his hair and gently tugged at the roots to get his attention.
âYour evol.â, She whispered, her voice was breathless and sultry. He looked at the wall and saw small icicles protruding and seemingly growing out of thin air yet they disintegrated before they could cause any harm. He looked back at her as he placed another kiss on her thigh and responded.
âDoes it bother you?â
âNo.â, Her response was concise and left no room for doubt. He felt relief flood his body, and it was shortly followed by determination. Determination to prove his feelings of devotion through his actions if he failed to do so through his words. His mouth continued to lay kisses all over her body and he lay proof of their shared passion with the continuation of their nightly rendezvous.
ââââ
Zayne felt himself concede to the flurry of emotions that simmered and raged inside his heart. He opened his eyes to look up at the ceiling, and a small droplet of a tear escaped his eye. Another soon followed. Then anotherâŠWhen was the last time he cried? He didnât have an answer for that. His mind was a mess but he couldnât focus on anything so he just closed his eyes and wished for a good dream. Maybe a dream that didnât have her as a constant in it. He didnât think that was possible.
He cried in utter silence till his tears ran dry. He rubbed his bloodshot eyes and wiped away the residue left by the tears that depicted his moment of weakness. Zayne wasnât a religious man yet that night he prayed. He prayed for a moment of solace and tranquility in a world where wanderers ruled the streets. He prayed that in another lifetime he could actually be with her instead of just having tantalizing dreams that taunted him with what he could have had.
He forced his eyes close again and focused on taking deep breaths. Maybe it was because he had physically exerted himself beyond limits or maybe because he was mentally exhausted or emotionally devastated, that at last sleep came to him. The hectic and emotionally intense day came to an end as Zayne fell deeper into a sanguine slumber. This also meant that just like every other night, he dreamt.
ââââ
They both sat in a car. It was winter but there was no snow in sight. Zayne turned to look at the breathtaking sunset that gave the sky a pinkish hue. It was just as beautiful as her. His gaze turned towards her and instantly he felt a wave of sadness wash over him. The date was over and so was the drive homeâŠshe had to leave. It wasnât that she was going on a long mission or that he wonât ever see her again but regardless, it hurt to let her go. Both of them had been sitting in silence for over 5 minutes though he had already arrived in front of her apartment complex. Finally, he relented and decided to break the silence.
âItâs getting lateâŠyou should head insideâ, Zayneâs voice resonated in the silence. Her eyes, which were previously staring out the window, turned to look at him with a pensive expression.
âOuch, kicking me out already? I see the kind of man you are...â, She trailed off although her tone was obviously playful, as was her pout. Zayne felt a smile creep up his face at her words and decided to play along.
âCare to elaborate?â
âYou used me just to buy you all those desserts and now you insist on kicking me out!â
Zayne let out a small chuckle which took her by surprise. She grinned in triumph and patted herself on the back. âMission successfulâ, her voice was filled with pride. Zayne raised an eyebrow at her actions and spoke.
âSo, do you plan to let me know what this top-secret mission was?â
She exaggerated her sigh and looked at him dreamily.
âTo hear your sweet laughter, obviously.â
Zayne felt the heat of the slight blush that creeped up on his ears. He looked away from her, feeling a little too flustered. It was beyond him how she always managed to catch him off guard and just how smoothly she did so. He looked at the sky which was gradually darkening and now seemed to have a somewhat purplish hue. He looked back at her to still see her grinning at him. He cleared his throat.
"You really should head back insideâŠthe weather forecast said that there might be a storm tonight. Iâd advise you to keep your doors and windows locked.â
She looked at his solemn expression and sighed again but this time it was genuine. She didnât want to leave yet. Neither of them spoke but the silence between them remained calm and tranquil though it was filled with dread for the moment they had to separate. She decided to break the silence.
âDonât I at least get a goodbye kiss?â
She made a face of faux disappointment and looked up at him with a hopeful expression. He smiled and looked at her, his eyes scanning her features. From her slightly messy hair to her cheerful eyes, and lastly her slightly parted lips. He looked up at her eyes again to catch her staring at his lips as well. The tension was thick in the air as Zayne gently cradled her face in the palm of his hand and pulled her closer. She closed her eyes and waited patiently.
Slowly, Zayne brought his lips closer to her and shared a sweet kiss with her. The kiss didnât last long and wasnât rough or messy; It was short, benign and sweet. Most importantly, it conveyed every feeling they were incapable of saying out loud. It portrayed their longing for each other and the inability to let each other go. The kiss whispered sweet nothings that said, âI will miss youâ, âDonât goâ and âI love youâ.
  The kiss was broken short by a loud thunder that rumbled far, far away. They looked at each other, both a little breathless. Zayne reached out to hold her hand and placed feathery kisses on her knuckles. She drew in a sudden sharp breath at his actions before laughing.
âHave you captured my hand?â, She asked.
âDonât worry, I have only confiscated it. I will return it in due time.â
She giggled at his witty remark and pulled out her phone and held it in the hand that wasnât âconfiscatedâ by him. She decided to play her favorite song and immediately heard him groan in annoyance. She smiled and sang along to the tune. Zayne felt his scowl melt away as he heard her voice. His eyes were filled with adoration and he leaned closer to kiss her temple. He was glad to have a distraction that made her stay for a bit longer. Soon, the chorus of the song began.
âBut itâs over
Then youâre driving me home
And it kinda comes out
As I get up to go
You kiss me in your car
And it feels like the start of a movie Iâve seen beforeâ
ââââ
Zayne felt his heart drop. He finally remembers...this was the song. He smiled and felt a bittersweet feeling consume him. He joined in to sing the outro.
ââââ
âBut itâs not real
And you donât exist
And I canât recall the last time I was kissed
It hits me in the car
And it feels like the end of a movie Iâve seen before
Synopsis: Dawnbreaker Zayne heard a song in his dreams sung by her. Basically, Dawnbreaker Zayne dreams about Zayne and mc's life and comes to the realisation that his life sucks.
Author's note: I posted this a while ago on ao3 but felt too lazy to post it on tumblr and well...now it's been a few months. Inspired by the song Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!
Warning: Hurt/Comfort, little fluff and loads of tears.
Word Count: around 3.4k
There was a tune, a song that was stuck in Zayneâs head. His hand acted quickly to finish off the wanderer yet his mind kept on replaying the unknown song. He had heard it in his dreamâŠsung from the bewitching voice of that girl. He was brought back to reality as he looked at the rotten corpse that now lay on the ground. It was something so inhumane yet that wasnât always the case. It was once a human. He looked away and moved stealthily through the abandoned streets wishing for nothing more than a good nightâs sleep. He wished to see her again in his dreams.
ââââ
Zayne lay in the meadow with her and lazily gazed at vast expanse of blue above him. His eyes turned to look at her and he couldnât help but smile. She was playing that song again. He felt like he had heard it a thousand times yet she seemed to be obsessed and kept replaying it a thousand more times. Before he could decide otherwise, he spoke with a voice tinged with curiosity.
âYou play that song too often, arenât you worried that it will get stuck in your head?â
She turned to look at him and laughed as she playfully hit his arm and shook her head. He frowned slightly at her actions but poked her side till she relented and answered his question.
âDr. Zayne, is that worry I see etched on your face? Itâs fine. I donât think I will mind if it does get stuck.â
ââââ
Zayne reached his home or⊠for the lack of a better word, the house he resided in. Immediately he stripped himself of his bloodstained clothing. He went into his bathroom and turned on the shower. The sound of running water filled his ears but his focus was elsewhere. His mind made desperate attempts to capture the melody that he had heard however, he couldnât discern the lyrics. He looked at himself in the mirror and couldnât help but stare at his naked body, at the multiple scars that adorned his body. He averted his gaze and finished his shower.
Zayne lay on his bed as he stared at the crumbling plaster on the ceiling. The moonlight shuns down on his face, accentuating the tiredness his eyes held. He closed his eyes in a futile attempt to fall into sleepâs embraceâŠto fall into her embrace. Yet he could not. Time seemed to have slowed down as he lay awake with the comforting presence of the thoughts that consisted of her. Another memory that wasnât his flooded his mind.
ââââ
âYou should come inside already lest you wish to catch a coldâ
Zayne spoke with worry lacing his voice. He looked at her as she stood in the rain with her clothes completely drenched. She looked up at him with mischievous yet determined eyes. They shone as bright as a dazzling fire that seemed to be inextinguishable despite the heavy rain. He frowned as he realized what she was thinking.
âDonât you dare-â
His warning held no effect as she tightly grasped his hand, pulling him out of the comforting warmth of the house and into the downpour. Her giggles were mostly muted by the sound of the rain but he could still discern the way her eyes crinkled as she laughed. He couldnât help but smile at her childish antics.
âThanks to a special someone Iâm totally soaked and at a high risk of catching a cold.â, His voice spoke out yet he wasnât angry with her. How could he ever possibly feel as such towards her? She looked up at him as she intertwined her fingers with his. Her voice rang out with a gentleness only reserved for him.
âIsnât this lovely? Our clothes are drenched and our shoes are filled with water but stillâŠstanding in the rain feels delightful.â
His expression was thoughtful as a small smile graced his face. He leaned down towards her to put his forehead against hers as he spoke out softly.
âYesâŠgetting soaked in the rain is a lovely feeling when you are with your beloved.â
ââââ
Back in the present Zayne was running in circles in his room. This wasnâtâŠnormal. Something felt extremely wrong but it was hard to pinpoint the exact cause of his frustrations and sleeplessness. He looked out his balcony window to see tiny rain droplets. He went outside to stand in his balcony and to feel what that doctor felt. Zayne could only feel the chilling cold that seeped into his bones and the pain in his heart. He looked down at the empty streets and came to the ultimate realization that the doctor was right.
It only feels lovely when you are with your beloved.
Zayne stood there for quite some time, totally consumed by his thoughts. Suddenly he heard the alarm in the bedroom go off and he looked back to see that from the many green dots, one had just turned red. He immediately moved towards his front door since it looked like he wonât get any sleep tonight anyways. His clothes were drenched quickly as he wandered through the alleyways in the heavy downpour but as he moved closer to the location of the red dot, he heard low inhumane groans. He rushed down the alleyway when he heard the sound of a child crying for help.
Zayne turned the corner of the streets and looked at the macabre scene. A half-transformed woman and a little girl. The woman was attacking the girl with the long tendrils that seemed to endlessly grow out of her body and tried to reach for the girl as she cowered in fear, screaming at the top of her lungs. Zayne was quick and precise in killing her, his black icicles aiming for the womanâs throat. She was dead.
She was sitting up in their bed as she reached out to caress his face in an attempt to comfort him. His skin was covered in cold sweat and his eyes remained close as he tried not to hyperventilate. His hand found hers and he gently kissed the back of her hand and opened his eyes to look at her. Zayne felt himself calm down a bit but simultaneously he started to feel guilty for making her worry.
âIt was just a nightmare.â, He insisted yet the slight tremble in his voice gave away his own feelings of terror.
She stared into his dazzling hazel-green eyes. This was nothing new. Zayne suffered from nightmares often and usually she never inquired further at his hesitancy but tonight she decided otherwise.
âDo you want to talk about it? Iâm more than willing to listen.â
At her kind words he felt his brave exterior crumble into pieces. He sat up with her as he gathered courage to tell her of the horrors he had witnessedâŠor to be precise, as much as he could afford to tell without worrying her too much. Â
âI-âŠI was myself but some alternative version of myself. A crueler person. There was a woman and she-â, His voice wavered slightly as he again started to wonder if it was the right choice to be telling her this. Her hand gently squeezed his in an attempt to reassure him and he took a deep breath before he spoke again.
âShe wasnât entirely humanâŠalmost like a wanderer. I-..I killed her.â
Zayne looked away in disgust. He was ashamed of his own actions but she didnât look alarmed at all; on the contrary she turned his chin towards her. Her gentle eyes reassured him as he took in a deep breath to continue.
âThat wasnât all. That woman was a mother. The woman was attacking her daughter who was screaming and when I tried to help- she accused me of having killed her mother and thenâŠshe also turned out to be a monster. An abomination.â
Zayne looked at her just to see her staring into the distant space as if she were in deep thought. She then turned to look at him and reached out to caress his face.
âZayneâŠArenât dreams the opposite of the reality? You might have killed two people in your dream but in reality, havenât you saved hundreds?â, She whispered quietly and gave him a soft smile. âYouâre a doctor, Zayne.â, she continued.
âDonât dwell on dreams, after all, they arenât real.â
ââââ
Zayne felt his body cave in as his knees hit the cold and wet asphalt. The rain continued pouring down on him but his body remained glued to the decaying carcass that lay in front of him. A burst of emotions flooded his body as he recalled his dream. He felt a heavy weight on his heart but he had to get up. He pulled himself together as he stumbled through the alleyways. His pace got faster as he got closer to his apartment. A flurry of thoughts rushed into his head that made him come to the same realization.
The dream that he had months ago talked about todayâs events.
He reached his apartment and this time he couldnât bother going in the shower again. He rushed straight towards his bedroom. He stripped himself of clothes and threw them somewhere in the room. He grabbed a towel and hurriedly dried his body before ultimately the towel joined his clothes in the mess in his room. It was very unlike him to not keep his surroundings clean and organized but right now the state of the bedroom matched the state of his mind. Chaotic.
YesâŠthe thoughts of her that were once his only source of comfort in this shitty hellhole had now turned on him and started causing chaos.
Zayne forced himself to close his eyes and not think about it. To not think about her words and just how much power they held over him. His hand reached into his bedside drawer and unwrapped a piece of candy. The sweetness that melted in his mouth did little to get the thoughts of her out of his mind but at the very least he could pretend to not be as affected by her words. His mind replayed that melody again. It had been stuck in his mind for days and he felt himself feel another strange set of emotions. Exasperation. Bitter anger. Helplessness.
He felt a sudden resentment towards his own life and a strong envy for the doctorâs yet he could do nothing. The reality was that, in the end, the doctor lived in a world where she existed and he lived in a world where he could only wish of that as the truth. But it will never be as such. Another memory graced his mind and left a bittersweet aftertaste in his mouth.
ââââ
Their patience runs out as they desperately claw at each otherâs body and share a passionate kiss. Her hand reached up to tangle in his hair and he let out a soft sigh. The temperature seemed to drop in the room as small icy crystals formed on the wall next to her yet the heat of their passion only seemed to grow stronger. The kiss was broken and they looked at each other with desire that seemed to be reciprocated with twice the intensity by the other.
Zayne gripped her waist tighter and pulled her closer. The space between them however small continued to bother him relentlessly. He wanted her as close to him as possible, no-âŠ.he needed that. The desire that coursed through his body seemed to be insatiable. She stood in front of him resembling a reverent reverie and he wished to spend every lifetime of his worshipping her in hopes of conveying a meager faction of his feelings.
  He dropped to his knees and placed small kisses on her legs, from her ankles to her thighs. Her breath got stuck in her throat as she gazed down at him. She ran a hand through his hair and gently tugged at the roots to get his attention.
âYour evol.â, She whispered, her voice was breathless and sultry. He looked at the wall and saw small icicles protruding and seemingly growing out of thin air yet they disintegrated before they could cause any harm. He looked back at her as he placed another kiss on her thigh and responded.
âDoes it bother you?â
âNo.â, Her response was concise and left no room for doubt. He felt relief flood his body, and it was shortly followed by determination. Determination to prove his feelings of devotion through his actions if he failed to do so through his words. His mouth continued to lay kisses all over her body and he lay proof of their shared passion with the continuation of their nightly rendezvous.
ââââ
Zayne felt himself concede to the flurry of emotions that simmered and raged inside his heart. He opened his eyes to look up at the ceiling, and a small droplet of a tear escaped his eye. Another soon followed. Then anotherâŠWhen was the last time he cried? He didnât have an answer for that. His mind was a mess but he couldnât focus on anything so he just closed his eyes and wished for a good dream. Maybe a dream that didnât have her as a constant in it. He didnât think that was possible.
He cried in utter silence till his tears ran dry. He rubbed his bloodshot eyes and wiped away the residue left by the tears that depicted his moment of weakness. Zayne wasnât a religious man yet that night he prayed. He prayed for a moment of solace and tranquility in a world where wanderers ruled the streets. He prayed that in another lifetime he could actually be with her instead of just having tantalizing dreams that taunted him with what he could have had.
He forced his eyes close again and focused on taking deep breaths. Maybe it was because he had physically exerted himself beyond limits or maybe because he was mentally exhausted or emotionally devastated, that at last sleep came to him. The hectic and emotionally intense day came to an end as Zayne fell deeper into a sanguine slumber. This also meant that just like every other night, he dreamt.
ââââ
They both sat in a car. It was winter but there was no snow in sight. Zayne turned to look at the breathtaking sunset that gave the sky a pinkish hue. It was just as beautiful as her. His gaze turned towards her and instantly he felt a wave of sadness wash over him. The date was over and so was the drive homeâŠshe had to leave. It wasnât that she was going on a long mission or that he wonât ever see her again but regardless, it hurt to let her go. Both of them had been sitting in silence for over 5 minutes though he had already arrived in front of her apartment complex. Finally, he relented and decided to break the silence.
âItâs getting lateâŠyou should head insideâ, Zayneâs voice resonated in the silence. Her eyes, which were previously staring out the window, turned to look at him with a pensive expression.
âOuch, kicking me out already? I see the kind of man you are...â, She trailed off although her tone was obviously playful, as was her pout. Zayne felt a smile creep up his face at her words and decided to play along.
âCare to elaborate?â
âYou used me just to buy you all those desserts and now you insist on kicking me out!â
Zayne let out a small chuckle which took her by surprise. She grinned in triumph and patted herself on the back. âMission successfulâ, her voice was filled with pride. Zayne raised an eyebrow at her actions and spoke.
âSo, do you plan to let me know what this top-secret mission was?â
She exaggerated her sigh and looked at him dreamily.
âTo hear your sweet laughter, obviously.â
Zayne felt the heat of the slight blush that creeped up on his ears. He looked away from her, feeling a little too flustered. It was beyond him how she always managed to catch him off guard and just how smoothly she did so. He looked at the sky which was gradually darkening and now seemed to have a somewhat purplish hue. He looked back at her to still see her grinning at him. He cleared his throat.
"You really should head back insideâŠthe weather forecast said that there might be a storm tonight. Iâd advise you to keep your doors and windows locked.â
She looked at his solemn expression and sighed again but this time it was genuine. She didnât want to leave yet. Neither of them spoke but the silence between them remained calm and tranquil though it was filled with dread for the moment they had to separate. She decided to break the silence.
âDonât I at least get a goodbye kiss?â
She made a face of faux disappointment and looked up at him with a hopeful expression. He smiled and looked at her, his eyes scanning her features. From her slightly messy hair to her cheerful eyes, and lastly her slightly parted lips. He looked up at her eyes again to catch her staring at his lips as well. The tension was thick in the air as Zayne gently cradled her face in the palm of his hand and pulled her closer. She closed her eyes and waited patiently.
Slowly, Zayne brought his lips closer to her and shared a sweet kiss with her. The kiss didnât last long and wasnât rough or messy; It was short, benign and sweet. Most importantly, it conveyed every feeling they were incapable of saying out loud. It portrayed their longing for each other and the inability to let each other go. The kiss whispered sweet nothings that said, âI will miss youâ, âDonât goâ and âI love youâ.
  The kiss was broken short by a loud thunder that rumbled far, far away. They looked at each other, both a little breathless. Zayne reached out to hold her hand and placed feathery kisses on her knuckles. She drew in a sudden sharp breath at his actions before laughing.
âHave you captured my hand?â, She asked.
âDonât worry, I have only confiscated it. I will return it in due time.â
She giggled at his witty remark and pulled out her phone and held it in the hand that wasnât âconfiscatedâ by him. She decided to play her favorite song and immediately heard him groan in annoyance. She smiled and sang along to the tune. Zayne felt his scowl melt away as he heard her voice. His eyes were filled with adoration and he leaned closer to kiss her temple. He was glad to have a distraction that made her stay for a bit longer. Soon, the chorus of the song began.
âBut itâs over
Then youâre driving me home
And it kinda comes out
As I get up to go
You kiss me in your car
And it feels like the start of a movie Iâve seen beforeâ
ââââ
Zayne felt his heart drop. He finally remembers...this was the song. He smiled and felt a bittersweet feeling consume him. He joined in to sing the outro.
ââââ
âBut itâs not real
And you donât exist
And I canât recall the last time I was kissed
It hits me in the car
And it feels like the end of a movie Iâve seen before
