CW: alcohol, Zayne is tipsy, You are tipsy, suggestive, implied sex
Zayne had cold hands.
During the winter and fall, and the summer and spring.
It made sense, he could create ice with his evol after all.
But tonight, it was different.
His hands were warm.
Maybe it was because of the alcohol. Or the way his hands found your face as he kissed you. Maybe it was the way his hands traced your figure.
His warm hands held you against him as he trailed kisses from your jawline to your neck. You could feel his breath, hot on your neck.
His hands tugged at the lace keeping your dress together, unraveling it far quicker than it had taken to tie it.
You slipped your hands around the back on his neck and kissed him. His lips met yours with just as much passion and fire that you had burning within you for him. You chuckled slightly as you broke from the kiss. He looked up at you with emerald eyes full of love and longing.
"You're so cute, Zayne," you teased, pressing a kiss to his nose.
His face was flushed red as he pressed another kiss to your lips, this one more gentle and less rushed. His hands slid down to your hips.
The two of your bodies swayed, a dance of passion. You led him towards the bed, the edge of it hitting the back of your knees. You pulled him down with you as you fell, breathless and full of desire.
You looked up at him with eyes full of trust, his hands on either side of your body.
