Kyle’s had Bruno Mars on blast as he’s been working all afternoon. Zee for her part didn’t mind much at first. The songs were catchy enough, and could be ignored between taking showers, writing up notes on her latest show set, or even catching up on dim celebrity ‘gossip’ in her favorite trashy magazines.
It was only when Uptown Funk was blared through the apartment for the fifth time that day that she decided enough was enough- and maybe Kyle needed a break. Better yet, her eardrums.
Zee doesn’t even have to voice her complaint to him. Simply leaning against his open studio door and folding her arms is more than enough to catch his attention.
"Oh no no no corzon!” he whines over the escalating beat, “I’m almost done, so c’mon hang with me. Inspire me with this last one and then it’ll be perfect!”
Zee’s reply is a skeptically raised brow, to which Kyle stands from his seat.
"Zee," he coos, taking her hands in his and swaying them side to side to the beat, "You’re not gonna squash my artistic vibes now are you? Corzon. Zee. Please.”
His pleading is too pathetic and puppy-like for Zee to even bother arguing with, so with a light groan she relents her argument, and it has Kyle pulling her across his studio space in a frantic dance-whirl.
"You are the BEST!" he champions, pulling her close and rocking to the bridge of the song- his painting momentarily forgotten as he gets lost in another Bruno Mars song.
Zee gets swept up in the dance craze too, mouthing all the words she’d memorized over the past few hours against his cheek- her lips grazing against his stubble with a satisfying tingle. Their hips rock side to side- starting slow at first but soon Zee’s hips are pressing hard against his and they’re coming dangerously close to knocking over everything around Kyle’s workspace.
As they topple over Kyle’s cup of paintbrushes, Zee’s lips come crashing up against Kyle’s her fingers digging into the nap of his neck as she keeps them rocking. The friction from him against her sends her heart racing among other things- but the music abruptly ends. They’ve reached the end of Kyle’s Bruno Mars playlist.
Zee tauntingly pulls away from Kyle, sweaty and lightheaded, “Finish your freaking painting then you get to fuck me.” she promises him, knowing that her given inspiration will not result in a perfect painting this time, but it ultimately doesn’t matter. They’ll both get what they want in one way or another.