Can't sleep
Part 3 of Stealing the room
Zeno x F!reader
Part 1
Masterlist
The hotel stay is over and it's been a week. It all goes back to normal...but reader cannot sleep for the life of her.
SFW
Word count: 1057
It's been a week since coming back home from the work trip and you haven’t slept. At most you get two hours a day and you really aren’t functioning.
There are shadows under your eyes, anyone that looks at you can see them, and makeup doesn’t help, it just makes you look like a ghost. You feel like a complete shell of yourself, drinking four cups of coffee a day just to get through it.
It’s not like you haven’t tried the usual remedies. Warm milk with some honey, chamomile tea, reading a book, not reading a book, doing some exercise, yoga, breathing in a specific pattern, even a few sleeping pills, nothing seems to help. You feel like you are going insane.
Just like now. You lie in bed with your sleeping mask on, even though the light is off. Breathing in and out, in and out over and over again hoping to fall asleep in your mountain of pillows. Something is missing. It's warm, too warm, boiling even. Ripping the mask off you sit upright, fingers fisting the blanket in frustration.
Letting out a groan you rip the blanket off yourself, getting up and picking up the robe that hangs by your bed. You wrap it around yourself while you go down the stairs, not bothering to change out of your pyjamas.
You make it down to the front door to put your shoes on. Then you pick up your keys and walk out into the cold night, making sure you lock the door behind yourself.
Your car is parked in the driveway, lighting up when you unlock it.
Once you sit in the driver seat you exhale, contemplating what you are doing for a moment. Before you can think for too long you put the key in the ignition, turning it over and speeding out of the driveway.
You park your car roadside, not remembering if there is a hidden driveway for you to use. Not dwelling on it for long you get out and walk to the front door, clicking the lock button after a moment. You knock several times, wrapping your robe tighter around yourself as you stand in the cold, waiting for the door to open.
Zeno opens it, looking just as tired as you do. You look into his eyes, his glasses forgotten so the shadows beneath his eyes are on full display.
"I can't sleep, I've tried and I can't," you sound desperate. Pathetic, you think to yourself, but not as pathetic as staying awake for another seven nights in a row.
Knowing him you expect him to smirk. Instead he just smiles, softly like he knew you were coming, like he expects it.
He stands aside, letting you in before closing the door, making sure it locks behind you. A fancy high tech lock at that. It is Zeno's house after all.
You stand in the entryway, waiting awkwardly until he gestures to the stairs, already walking away, expecting you to follow him.
The stairs creek as you step on them, the wood old and warped. It’s not an old home, but it has character, you like it.
Once you reach the landing he makes a left, opening the double doors. The door handle is a lovely brassy gold, contrasting the pattern of the dark wood grain. It looks very elegant. Before you step in you guess it leads to his bedroom.
You are correct.
The room has an elegant feel to it, matching the door. The lighting is dim and comforting, reminding you of candlelight, basking the whole room in a lovely glow. To the right there is another door. Where that leads to, you have no clue, you’ll figure it out at some point. And finally in the middle of the room is the bed. It reminds you of those elegant canopy beds in castles, the ones only royals could afford at the time. It faces the window, currently covered by a thick curtain, probably velvet.
You step closer, skimming your hand over the sheets. They are silk, not that you would expect anything less.
"Will you be admiring the architecture or will you be sleeping?" Zeno questions, interrupting your train of thought as he rounds the bed, already getting in on what you guess is his usual side.
Instead of answering, you take your robe off, hanging it on a free hook before you turn back to the bed, grasping the edge of the comforter, pulling it up and settling in bed.
Compared to your own bed this feels like an actual cloud. Great, you think to yourself. You’ll have to buy yourself a new bed to replace your own, which you can now compare to a rock. You practically sink into the mattress, the silk feeling absolutely heavenly against your skin.
You settle on your side, facing the middle, facing him.
He does the same, watching you for a while, your hair, your face, your eyes...your lips.
"I couldn't sleep either," he admits, a faint whisper in the quiet.
You smile as you watch him back, happy to know it wasn't just you struggling.
"Good to know."
He just mumbles in response, a low rumbling sound that you can feel. Then he stares again, eyes flitting from your eyes to your lips.
"Zeno," you whisper, just the sound of his name and he already knows what you are referring to.
"Do you want me to stop?" He questions, eyes now focused on your own.
You don't have to think before you answer.
"No."
With that, he closes the distance, hand finding the side of your face, thumb grazing your cheek as he pulls you into a kiss.
You hum into it happily as his other arm wraps around your waist, pulling you flush to himself.
He sits up slightly, tugging you along with himself so you can sit on his lap. You smile before pulling away for just a moment, to observe just how dazed he seems.
Happy with yourself you go in for another kiss, and another and another, trailing them down his neck as you go.
"Minx," he whispers against your jaw, a teasing remark. His hands trailing your waist in odd patterns.
"Of course," you reply, a sly grin on your face as you continue your ministrations down his neck.
I thought of part 3 two nights ago and wrote it in my notes. I spent a bit editing it today, so here it is, the final of this very mini fic.
