tw: manipulative!Zayne, nothing too crazy just a little dark
Zayne hates to see you like this.
The bags under your eyes have gotten worse, your hair is a disaster, and your cheeks are more sunken in than usual. Even worse is the hollowed look in your eyes, not even bothering to track him as he moves through your house.
"This will help you regain some strength." Zayne murmurs quietly as he sets a bowl of rice porridge in front of you. He doesn't do house calls often, but since the accident he made it a routine to see you.
You don't move a muscle, so Zayne picks up the bowl, scooping a small amount and cooling it before holding it up to your lips. You blink as if just noticing him, then reluctantly open your mouth enough for him to carefully feed you.
Soon enough, the empty bowl is set aside. Zayne watches you slump back into the couch, pulling the blanket higher. You don't tell him to go, to leave you alone. It's progress.
Progress had been the goal, after all.
Slowly but surely, through countless visits, you start to return to normal. You begin to smile more, to talk, to lean into his lingering touches.
He isn't quite sure when your feelings surfaced. Surfaced because he knew they were there, he'd always known. This had been a wrench in his plans, but he hadn't known just how much of a relief it would be. Like removing a stubborn splinter and feeling the instant pleasure.
Your relationship isn't official yet. He's happy to take it slow, for your sake. You're still healing of course, and he would never do anything to jeopardize that. He planned for this, obviously.
Hopefully, by the time he comes back, it'll be too late.
āā“āļø | Zayne doesn't believe sharing is caring
"I didn't think I'd have to do this" Zayne admits as he unbuttons his cuffs and rolls his sleeves back.
"But you are" You deadpan, trying not to ogle his protruding arm veins too much. You had something important at stake here, you couldn't afford to lose focus!
As Zayne leaned forward in his seat, you automatically followed. Him in his suit vest and pressed pants, you in your snowman PJs and fluffy slippers. A single chocolate macaron sitting on the coffeetable between the both of you, innocent crumbs of its brethren surrounding it.
This had begun all because the bakery had decided to box an odd number of macarons. And despite having a good number (each), you both weren't ready to give that last macaron up.
"Let's hear the Counsel's side of argument first" You say with a flourish, leaning back in your seat as Zayne gets ready to pose his defense.
"I think it's quite simple, really" He begins, intertwining his fingers, elbows on his knees as he peers down at the non-assuming, innocent bakery good sitting lonesome in its box "You claimed you bought the macarons for me. Which surmises the fact that it's a gift. As the one receiving the gift, isn't it proper that I get to enjoy them to their fullest?"
"Objection. You offered to share them with me which makes your argument null and void. If you wanted to enjoy them by yourself, you shouldn't have offered them to me"
Zayne raises an eyebrow at you "Wanting to share sweets with my girlfriend shouldn't put me in a predicament such as this. I was simply being polite, I didn't think you'd wipe half the box clean"
You gasp loudly at that, indignant at his accusation "Hearsay. You took a bite out of every single one of mine to compare flavors. If anything, aren't you the one who should relinquish the last one to me considering the fact that you had most of them?"
Zayne shakes his head, now also leaning back in his seat and folding his arms "We're going in circles when it's quite easy to come to the obvious conclusion. You bought the macarons for me. Is that true or not?"
You sneer at him, turning your nose in the air and huffing "That is irrelevant"
"I don't think so. You brought them to my office and said, quote unqoute 'These are for you since you've been working so hard these past few days, have a little treat and relax'" Zayne even goes as far as pitching his voice higher in an imitation of yours "Is that true or not?"
Begrudgingly, you admit "It's true"
"There we have it. If it's my gift, I shall enjoy it to its fullest-" Zayne is reaching for the macaron when you stop him by pulling on the flap of the box and tugging it closer to your side of the table.
"Before we conclude this case, I was have one final question for the Defense" Zayne concedes, leaning back against the cushions again "Is nothing I say going to convince the Defense to relinquish the last macaron to me?"
Zayne gives you a look before he spells it out for you "Nothing at all, I'm afraid"
"The Defense is quite sure?"
"Absolutely firm in our statement, yes"
Grabbing the hem of your tank top, you lift it in one sweep, flashing him your breasts "Completely sure?"
Taking advantage of Zayne's frozen state, slightly unhinged jaw and the way his emerald orbs zero in on your perky tits, you grab the last macaron and stuff the entire thing in your mouth, laughing at his look of complete disbelief.
"That's playing unfair" He accuses, but he doesn't look or sound defeated at all. Infact, he's smiling at your antics as he loosens his tie and relaxes back into the couch.
"Awww" You get up from where you'd been sitting and go to join him "The opportunity was right there, I couldn't not play my hand when I knew I had the advantage"
"Look at you. You're not even the least bit sorry"
You want to apologize but he's right, you're not the least bit apologetic for scoring one above Zayne. It didn't happen often and you wanted to bask in that win as you grin at him "Want a taste?"
Zayne pretends to be nonchalant for all of two seconds before he's leaning close to lick the taste off your lips "You're lucky you're my favorite person"
"And?"
"My wife" He's kissing you so hard, he's pressing you into the cushions.
"And?" You pull back, mischief still evident in your irises.
"And you taste better than any treat in the world"
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