warnings: nsfw 18+ contains explicit sexual content, multiple positions, unprotected sex and a lot more. minors dni.
synopsis: you hated how zayne always said the things you didn’t want to hear. his sharp tongue and cold attitude made working together almost impossible. when your former professor, Dr. Noah, asked the two of you for a favor, neither of you could refuse him. that decision sent you both into the middle of an arctic blizzard. stranded in the freezing cold with no choice but to rely on each other for warmth, the tension that has always existed between you begins to shift... and the need to keep each other warm starts to feel like something much harder to ignore.
Most staff at Akso Hospital knew you and Zayne never got along.
You were both exceptional doctors. Brilliant, respected, and terrifyingly competent. But the moment you found yourselves in the same room, it was only a matter of time before someone said something the other couldn’t let slide. Research meetings turned into verbal sparring matches that left interns staring at their notes like the floor might open up and swallow them. The tension made everyone around you uncomfortable.
You hated how Zayne always said the things you didn’t want to hear. He was blunt to a fault, never softened his words, and had an infuriating habit of pointing out mistakes you'd already noticed yourself. Every conversation with him felt like a challenge you refused to lose. So you gave as good as you got. Most days the two of you simply refused to occupy the same room for longer than absolutely necessary.
The retired professor who had once treated both of you like stubborn children of his own asked a favor. The Arctic settlements near the mountains were buried under successive blizzards. People were dying. Local doctors refused to risk the weather. He needed the two of you.
You said yes because it was him.
Because the man who had shaped you into the doctor you are now had that quiet claim on your loyalty.
The journey to the north was harsh. By the time the snow-choked path finally spat you out in front of the old wooden house, you were shaking hard enough that your teeth clicked. One layer of coat had been a spectacular miscalculation. You set your case down in the drifts just as the door of the house banged open and Pie came flying out, tail a frantic blur, barreling into your legs with enough force to nearly knock you over. You laughed, dropping to your knees in the snow to bury your face in his thick fur while he licked every inch of skin he could reach.
“You’re informed that the town is in extreme weather, right?”
Zayne stood in the doorway. His gaze dragged over your inadequate layers with expression unimpressed. “One coat isn’t enough. Or do you want to get sick before you even start treating people?”
You rolled your eyes, refusing to admit the carelessness. “Warm welcome as always. Did you practice that line in the mirror or does the condescension just come naturally?”
You brushed past him into the blessed heat of the house. Dr. Noah appeared almost immediately, face lighting up the way it always had when his two most difficult students were in the same room. He hugged you, scolded Zayne for not traveling with you, then watched with concealed amusement as Zayne wordlessly pressed a steaming mug of hot chocolate into your hands, you completely oblivious to his actions as you continued complaining about him to your professor.
You also failed to notice that Zayne had already picked up your suitcase to carry it to one of the guest rooms. Instead, you huffed in annoyance.
“See? He just turned his back on me while I was talking.”
Dr. Noah only laughed, eyes crinkling. “You two never change.”
Dinner was quiet until the professor laid out the situation in the mountain settlement. Dire. Doctors refusing to risk the weather. He asked quietly if the two of you could truly handle it.
You answered first. “Of course. You didn’t raise us to be weak-minded.” You shoot a glance at Zayne. “He can stay here if he prefers. Acting like a grim reaper isn’t exactly comforting to patients.”
Zayne’s mouth twitched. “I’m a bit offended. Though if you’re implying that Dr. Noah failed to instill basic principles in me, then that seems unfair to him.”
You sighed. Winning was impossible.
The next day you both went to the town. The settlement was chaos under whiteout skies. Patients were in pain. Officers were bringing in more people. Once you started treating them, the arguing stopped. You and Zayne moved in the same orbit without colliding. him anticipatory, you precise, hands and instruments passing between you like you’d never hated sharing air.
The officers stared. The local medics stared harder.
Then a young officer stumbled in with a small boy, minor lacerations, sobbing uncontrollably. His mother was still trapped in their half-collapsed house farther up the slope. She couldn’t walk. Someone had to go.
You started walking toward the door without thinking. Zayne grabbed your arm.
“There you go again,” he said. “Jumping in without thinking first.”
“Someone has to help her.”
“I know. That’s why I’m coming with you.”
The house was almost buried in snow. You found the woman pinned but conscious, stabilized her with the portable kit, got her onto a stretcher with the officer’s help.
Then the mountain made a deep, loud sound.
Snow shifted. Timber groaned. The three of you ran.
The remaining wall of the house collapsed behind you in a rush of white. Snow and debris sealed the entrance, burying half the room. The officer and the woman made it out.
You immediately started shouting for help. Zayne’s hand caught your arm.
“Stop. They know we’re here. They’ll come back. Yelling might bring more snow down on us.”
You sighed in frustration but listened, dropping onto the cold floor. The space left was small and only getting colder.
Time passed slowly. You sat apart at first, shivering hard enough that your muscles ached. Zayne looked composed until you noticed the shallow way he was breathing and the slight tremor in the hands he kept clasped between his knees.
“Are you all right?” he asked after a long silence.
“What do you think?” you snapped through chattering teeth.
He let out a quiet breath, then crossed the narrow gap and pulled your back against him without warning.
You stiffened on instinct.
“Body heat,” he said in defense. “Unless you’d rather freeze.”
You didn’t argue. His warmth helped right away.
He rubbed your arms in steady strokes, creating friction. The heat from his palms sank into your cold skin, and for a moment you almost hated how good it felt. You told yourself it was only the cold making you react this way. You had spent years unable to stand being near him, yet now every slow pass of his hands made you lean in a little more. You suddenly liked the way he touched you, and that realization unsettled you more than the freezing air.
After a while you turned to your side and rested your face against his neck, chasing more of that heat. His hands kept moving up and down your arms, across your back until the strokes grew slower. His palm started lingering longer on your side, the pressure warmer, heavier. He shifted, pulling you further between his legs so your body fit closer against his.
You both stayed like that for a while, breathing against each other’s necks. Then you lifted your head just enough to look at him. His face was close. His eyes looked different. darker, heavier, like something behind them had shifted. The usual sharp, unreadable expression was gone.
Something stubborn and reckless sparked inside you.
If the two of you never made it out of this half-buried house, you wanted to see him give in for once. You wanted to watch that cold control crack.
So you started moving on purpose. Shamelessly.
You slid your leg over his hip, pressed your body flush against his, and rolled your hips in a slow, deliberate circle. The friction was intentional this time. teasing, testing.
Zayne’s breath caught. His hands stilled on your back.
“What are you doing?” he asked, voice low and startled.
You met his eyes and echoed his earlier words with a small, challenging smile.
“Body heat. Unless you'd rather freeze.” Zayne let out a quiet sigh of defeat. He can't believe his words bit back at him. What to expect, it's you.
Then you kept going. Your hands slid up his chest, under the edge of his coat, feeling the hard muscle beneath. You rolled your hips again, slower, watching the way his jaw tightened.
Triumph curled low in your stomach when you felt him start to harden against you. He looked like he was struggling. wanting more, holding himself back. You didn’t give him the pressure he clearly needed. You only brushed against him, light and maddening, refusing to grind down fully.
A quiet, rough hum left his throat. He whispered your name like it had been dragged out of him.
You tilted your head, still moving against him in those small, teasing circles.
“What?” you asked softly, eyes locked on his.
“You always say things that frustrate me. So this time… say what you actually mean.”
He stared at you for a long moment, breathing harder, the same stubborn silence the two of you always fell into when neither wanted to surrender first. His hands flexed on your back. His hips twitched once, like he couldn’t stop himself from seeking more of the contact you kept denying him.
Then his voice dropped, low and deliberate, finally giving you what you wanted.
You smiled, triumphant at the look on his face. something open and undone you’d never seen from him before. You leaned in until your lips brushed his ear.
The first press of his mouth was slow, almost careful, but it didn’t stay that way. The second kiss turned deep and hungry, like he’d been starving for it. He kissed you earnestly, thoroughly, tongue sliding against yours with no restraint left. A low, rough moan spilled from his throat straight into your mouth.
You liked how he's not holding back.
You wanted to return it. So your hand traveled down and palmed the hard length straining his pants. He groaned loudly against your lips.
He answered by kissing down your neck, then working open the buttons of your inner top just enough for your breasts to peak out. For a second he hesitated, like the cold might be too much. then that worry vanished the moment his warm palm covered you. He squeezed, thumbed your nipple, then lowered his head and licked a slow stripe over it before sucking it into his mouth. The heat of his tongue made you arch and moan loudly.
You palmed him harder through his pants, rubbing along the thick shape of him while he sucked and licked, switching from one breast to the other. Wet, filthy sounds left his mouth around your nipple, soft moans, low hums, the occasional sharp inhale. Every pull sent fresh heat rolling through your body. You kept moaning under your breath, then louder, hips shifting restlessly.
He unbuttoned your stretchable pants next and slid his hand inside. His fingers found you immediately. A deep, startled groan left him when he felt how wet you were.
If someone had told you even a day ago that you’d end up like this with Zayne, panting, wet, desperate for his hands. you would have called them insane. Yet here you were, both of you chasing each other’s heat like it was the only thing that mattered. He pushed one finger inside you, then two, then three, stretching you while he kept licking and sucking your nipples. The wet sound of his fingers working you filled the small space. You moaned hard, the sound breaking into a higher gasp as your hips rolled down onto his hand.
“Faster...ah!, right there...Zayne—”
He groaned against your breast, the vibration making you clench. Fingers curling deeper. Your moans turned messy, unrestrained. When you came it hit deep, your cunt clenching around his fingers as a loud, broken cry tore from your throat.
He kept working you through it, breathing heavily, letting out small, satisfied moans and curses of his own.
He pulled his hand free, shrugged out of his first layer of coat, and spread it on the floor. He guided you to sit on top of it, then tugged your pants and underwear down to your knees. The sleeves of the coat draped over your legs, covering them so the only thing on display below your waist was your glistening pussy. He scooped his arms under your thighs, lifted them slightly, and leaned in.
The first lick was slow, almost tasting. He dragged his tongue through your wetness and let out a low, hungry hum. Then it turned dirtier. He licked deeper, fucked you with his tongue, sealed his mouth over your clit and sucked hard. Every time the cold air touched you he spat on your pussy with thick, warm spit and immediately licked it up, spreading the heat around with filthy, wet sounds. You moaned openly, asking for more between gasps and broken cries.
“Don’t stop...please...ah, Zayne...right there—”
He groaned against your cunt, the vibration making your thighs shake. Louder moans spilled from him the more you pushed against his face. He kept going with messy, greedy, relentless thrust until you came again with his name on your tongue, a high, shaky, drawn-out moan spilling out of you while your legs trembled around his head.
He licked you through it, letting out rough, appreciative groans and curses the whole time.
You felt embarrassed by how noisy you’d become. Zayne looked up at you, lips shiny, and teased in that low, husky voice, “That’s the only noise I’ll accept from you instead of all the talking back.”
The familiar irritation sparked. You suddenly remembered exactly how maddening he could be.
“I think you've forgotten who begged first,” you said, and pushed him back. You reached for his pants, unbuttoned them with determined fingers, and freed his cock. It sprang out thick and hard. You admired it for a moment. beautiful, veined as you trace your fingers along the lines while your pussy pulsed at the sight. Zayne just watched you, breathing hard, soft moans already leaving him at the lightest touch. You stared right back as you leaned closer, licked a slow stripe up the underside, then spat on the head and spread it with your tongue. The moan he let out was deep, loud, and completely unrestrained.
You took him into your mouth with a challenging look, eyes locked on his the whole time. He kept moaning with open, broken sounds, one hand sliding into your hair to guide you. Soft curses and low, desperate groans left him every time you took him deeper.
“Just like that...don’t stop...”
When you deepthroated him he pushed his hips up with a broken, loud moan that cracked in the middle. You hummed in approval around him and he started thrusting more, careful but desperate, the sounds he made growing rougher and more wrecked. He came with a low, drawn-out, guttural groan of your name, thick and hot on your tongue. You swallowed and pulled off, wiping the corner of your mouth while he was still panting and letting out residual soft moans.
“You’re hopeless too,” you said.
He agreed, voice rough and shaky. “We’re both hopeless.”
Then he made you lie back on the coat. He pinned both your hands to the sides of your head, kissed you deeply, and aligned his cock against you. He went back to holding your hands as he pushed in, inch by inch both of you moaning loudly at the stretch and the heat. A long, shaky, high sound left your throat when he bottomed out. He stayed still, foreheads pressed together, breathing hard against each other’s necks, small soft moans and gasps still escaping both of you with every little pulse.
He started moving. Slow, long strokes at first, letting you feel every inch. Low, deep groans rumbled from his chest with every push.
“You feel...nnh—so good...”
Then faster. Deeper. Your moans mixed with his open, unrestrained, filthy, filling the cold space. You stayed in that position longer than any other, hands still held down, bodies locked together while he fucked you with steady, building intensity. Every thrust pulled louder sounds from both of you. moans, curses, broken versions of each other’s names. When he came it was with a rough, broken, almost pained moan, thick warm spurts flooding inside you. The heat of it spread through your belly and pulled another loud, shaky cry from you as you clenched around him.
Both of you went heavy-lidded, lost in the pleasure and the shared warmth, still letting out soft, lingering moans. No more teasing words just quiet, honest sounds and acknowledgment.
“You feel good,” he breathed, voice still shaky and wrecked.
“So do you,” you answered, another soft, breathy moan slipping out as he pulsed inside you.
Recognizing that this sex, the way your bodies fit was the only way to stay warm and the only thing the two of you could agree on--you kept going. You fucked through every position like it was necessary.
You rode him next, fast and needy. He sat up enough to breathe against your neck, arms wrapped tight around your back, pulling your body flush to his while you dropped down onto his cock again and again. Moans spilled from both of you with every movement--loud, wet, desperate. The feeling of him filling you once more made your thighs tremble. Every time you sank down you could feel the earlier cum still inside you, making everything slicker. He groaned into your neck, the sound vibrating against your skin, broken curses mixed in.
“That’s it! take it...fuck...”
Then he turned you onto your hands and knees and fucked you from behind. You reached back, grabbed his ass, and pulled him deeper with every thrust. Skin slapped against skin. Your dripping pussy produced wet, filthy squelching sounds that mixed with both of your loud, unrestrained moans. He groaned and gave you exactly what you pulled for, the sounds growing rougher and more broken the deeper he went.
He fucked you sideways after that, one of your legs hooked over his hip, his chest against your back. He cupped your face, turned your head, and kissed you messy while he thrust into you in deep, grinding strokes. Soft, broken, filthy moans passed between your mouths with every kiss and every thrust. The angle made you feel every inch, and your moans turned higher, needier, almost continuous.
And then the next round...you on top of him again, fully skin-to-skin this time. Coats discarded as much as the cold allowed. You fought with tongues while he gripped your ass with both hands and slammed his cock up into you in hard, relentless thrusts. His cum from earlier was already dripping out around him, making every movement wetter and filthier. You moaned into his mouth, loud, open, shameless, broken. He moaned back just as freely, the sounds raw and desperate. The wet slap of your bodies, the heat, the way he filled you over and over—it was almost too much. When he came for the nth time it was with a broken, guttural, drawn-out moan against your lips, cock pulsing deep, more thick warmth spilling inside you and leaking out onto both of you. You followed right after, a high, shaky, almost sobbing cry of his name leaving your throat as you clenched around him.
You stayed joined afterward, neither of you willing to let the cold win yet. Soft, lingering, exhausted moans still escaped as you both caught your breath, small sounds of residual pleasure every time one of you shifted.
“We could’ve gotten along like this a long time ago,” he said, voice rough and ruined from moaning.
“Because you always say things that piss me off,” you answered, still a little breathless, a soft residual moan slipping out.
He kissed you slowly. “Alright. From now on, I’ll try saying things the way you actually want to hear them.”
“Good,” you said, and kissed him again. The kiss turned into another fight of tongues almost immediately. Needy moans started building between you once more as the low, greedy spark of heat returned.
You both wanted to go again...
but then you heard the noise. Shovels. Voices. Rescuers calling out.
You scrambled apart. Thick cum ran down your thighs in messy streaks. He wiped some of it with the edge of the coat before helping you get dressed, hands lingering. By the time the rescuers broke through, you both just looked cold and exhausted.
The wind had died down outside. On the walk back, Zayne took your hand without a word and tucked both of yours into the pocket of his coat. You didn’t pull away. A small, private smile stayed on your face the whole way.
Dr. Noah’s voice made you jump. You yanked your hand free, but he’d already seen. He pretended not to notice.
“I got worried when I heard what happened. Glad you’re both safe… and that you managed to get along.”
“I guess,” you said, looking away, feeling embarassed. “There are still people who need treatment.” You glanced at Zayne once, then fled toward the base.
Behind you, Dr. Noah patted Zayne’s shoulder. “I knew it, coming here will knock some sense into both of you. Didn’t expect you to almost die, though. Nearly gave me a heart attack. Change how you talk to her if you want her closer, child.”
Zayne only nodded. He already realized that.
Back at Akso Hospital, people noticed the difference right away. You stopped avoiding each other. Locked office doors became common. Soft looks replaced some of the old irritation. Arguments was changed to tongue fighting on close doors instead.
Your coworkers figured something must have happened in the Arctic.
You just never told them the details.
