Raine and Zen and the No Good Very Bad Day
This is an SFW fic between Zen and @casualpastelgay as the other half of the fic trade between us. It features an OC named Raine having a very bad day, and Zen coming home to comfort them. There is nudity and copious amounts of making out and hickeys, but no sexy business. Also contains some teasing and use of the word “princess”. Zaine is canon :3c
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In the kitchen, you tried your best to keep the tears from pouring out as you washed the dishes. You only hoped Zen would be back soon from his rehearsal. Then again, you didn’t know if you actually wanted him to see your face. You knew he would get worried, and then you’d have to explain everything, but you just wanted to be alone right then. You were too tired to go on about the assholes at work who dropped dogs off when you were over capacity, the coworkers who once again left all the dirty poop water buckets for you to clean, and the ones who came in late so you weren’t able to take your break at all that day. You sighed, leaning against the sink. Wiping your eyes awkwardly on your sleeve, you placed the last of the plates into the dishwasher before washing your hands and wiping the small splashes of water off the counter.
You didn’t hear the door open over the sound of the sink, so when you felt a pair of arms wrap around you, you practically jumped five feet into the air.
“I’m home, princess,” Zen whispered into your ear.
“Zen!” you squeaked. Glancing at the clock over the stove, you realized he was home before he was supposed to be. “Why’re you home so early?”
“Hmmm, I felt a disturbance in the force. It seemed like you needed me,” he hummed, kissing you on the cheek. Turning you around, he kissed you gently before sweeping you up in his arms. You were so surprised, you couldn’t even protest as he carried you to your shared room.
You didn’t know how he knew, but you certainly didn’t mind the surprise despite your reluctance to let him see your crying face. You didn’t want to bother him either, since you knew how busy he was with rehearsals for his next big show. Zen didn’t seem to pay that any mind. You buried your face into his chest while Zen had the consideration to not ask until the two of you had crossed the threshold to your bedroom and he’d set you on the bed.
“Now, what’s wrong, Raine?” Zen asked, concern lacing is voice.
You looked up at him, calculating whether he’d take no for an answer and much to your dismay, his eyes held the determination you fell in love with. Damn it. You weren’t getting out of this.
Zen laced his arms around you, sitting you between his legs so you could lean your back against him. He buried his face in your neck, peppering it with small kisses while you hesitantly started to explain what had happened. He didn’t interrupt or offer any words to you while you spoke, he simply listened. Rubbing small circles on your hips with his thumbs, he tried his best to relax you with his presence.
As his body heat soaked into your back, you felt the tension in your shoulders start to loosen. Soon enough the words came pouring out of you. Zen tightened his arms around you when he heard your voice hitch as you kept talking about the shitty day you had. Pulling you into his lap he interrupted you with a kiss instead of words, since he knew words wouldn’t be helpful right then.
“Raine…” Zen whispered against your lips. “Raine, I love you and I hope you know that whatever happens during your day I’m always here to hold you at the end of it.”
You felt tears prick your eyes again. You wished that Zen’s arms could make the pain go away, but that wasn’t going to happen. You’d have to deal with this on your own, in your own time, but it sure as heck helped to have another warm body to distract from everything.
“Raine…” Zen trailed kisses from your neck, up to your jawline, across your cheek, and finally to your lips. His hand snaked up your back and into your hair, cradling your head gently as he softly, softly, traced your lips with his tongue, asking permission for entrance.
You granted it, and his tongue swept into your mouth, not dominating, but also not letting you escape. Winding your arms around him, you let yourself melt into him. Before you two went any further though, he reluctantly broke your kiss and stood up to strip off his jacket and shirt.
“Princess, why don’t we just go to sleep tonight? I’ll wake up extra early and make breakfast for you. Plus I have the day off so I can help with the rest of what you were going to do tonight.” As he stripped his pants and underwear off, he punctuated his sentences with tiny kisses, loathe to part from you longer than absolutely necessary.
You bit your lip. “That would be nice…”
“Then it’s settled. Come over here and get undressed already.” He beckoned to you, pulling you up when you hesitated to get off the bed.
He pulled slightly too hard, and overbalanced you so you fell conveniently in his arms. You looked up at his face, and the expression you saw there only furthered your suspicion that he did that on purpose.
You scowled at him and he did his best impression of a puppy who knew they weren’t supposed to rip up the toilet paper in the bathroom but did so anyway. You couldn’t stay mad at him for long when he looked at you with those eyes. The warm, hard planes of his chest also did a wonderful job of scrambling the rest of your brain so you soon forgot why exactly you were annoyed with him in the first place.
Giving you an impish grin once you succumbed to relaxing against his body, Zen started to peel your shirt up. Once it was about halfway up, you had to move away from Zen so he could finish taking it off. When he reached for your pants however, you stopped him.
“Zen, I...” You felt the blush flare across your cheeks. “I don’t think... I don’t think I want you to see me like this.”
“Why not? You’re my darling angel, my princess. I love to see you naked.” He paused as a wolfish grin overtook his face and he licked his lips. It dropped after a moment, but you still couldn’t meet his gaze. “I love the feel of your skin on mine.”
You buried your face in your hands. You really couldn’t look him in the face anymore.
“It’s too embarrassing,” you mumbled.
“Why? We’ve gone to sleep like this plenty of times before.” His voice softened once he saw you weren’t lifting your head. “Don’t worry, I won’t try to take it farther tonight. I think the both of us just need some cuddle time right now.”
Zen’s fingers traced along your cheekbone, tucking your hair behind your ear. His other hand went to your jaw so he could tilt it up, making you meet his eyes.
“Please?” One simple word from him combined with the utter care he took touching you was enough to make your reservations crumble.
You looked away again, but not until after you’d moved to take your pants off yourself. You were looking forward to snuggling together, and honestly didn’t want any clothes between the two of you, but you still didn’t want Zen staring. Zen reached for you once you were completely naked, taking your hand and encouraging you to climb onto his lap.
“Princess,” he urged. He wanted to soothe you, and the faster the better. He didn’t want you to be suffering anymore.
You didn’t stall this time, accepting your desire to be snuggled after going through so many emotions earlier. His lap was warm and inviting, and despite the lack of clothes, there wasn’t anything awkward or overtly sexual about it. The warmth of his skin soaked into your muscles, and the hard planes of his body were softened just enough that you could melt into him.
He wrapped his arms tightly around you and laid back, sprawling you across his chest. You felt him bury his face in your hair, inhaling deeply, and reached off to the side enough that you could grab the precariously balanced blanket and place it over the two of you. You made sure that your fan was turned on though, so you didn’t overheat from Zen’s body and the blanket, and snuggled further into his chest. You kissed along his shoulder until you reached his collarbone, sucking hard until you left a deep red mark. This wasn’t a sexual thing, just a way of showing him how much you cared for him, and he knew it. He stifled his moans, and dragged you up enough to kiss down your neck until he reached your pulse point, where he returned the favor. The feeling of his lips on your skin, his wet tongue sliding over the mark afterwards, left you somewhat heated, but more relaxed than anything.
Zen kissed it a few times before moving down further and giving you a matching mark on your own collarbone. “Princess,” he mumbled against your skin, “I love you. I love you so much I can’t even stand it.”
He broke away and looked up into your eyes. “I can’t stand to see you suffering, so please, please let me take away some of your pain.”
You closed your eyes, nuzzling into his hair. You didn’t want to keep thinking about what had happened today, and was grateful Zen was so adamant about helping. You acquiesced and he felt you nod against his head. Taking that as permission, he continued to pepper kisses down your chest, leaving a few hickeys here and there, always soothing them with his tongue. You had to keep yourself from crying out. Retracing his steps, Zen kissed back up to your jaw before recapturing your lips. Gently coaxing your mouth open with his tongue, he softly twined them together, just as he twined your legs together. Your arms wrapped around his neck as best as possible, tracing the muscles in his shoulders and upper back. You gently massaged some of the knots in his back. He sighed into the kiss.
“Thank you, my angel,” he said, kissing you one more time before holding you close to his chest and tucking your head underneath his chin. He circled his arms around your back and rubbed it, his body heat lingering where his touch had been. Your heart pounded harder, and the touch of his bare skin all along your body left you relaxed and feeling somewhat sleepy. You hadn’t felt warmer physically or emotionally in quite awhile.
“I love you, princess,” Zen said, his voice sounding slightly gravelly from sleepiness. He held you tighter to him.
“I love you too Zen…” you whispered, sleep catching up to you and leaving your vision fading away. The last thing you felt was Zen kissing your eyelids, nose, and then lips before you succumbed to sleep, still cradled on Zen’s broad chest. Zen looked down at your sleeping form and smiled before allowing sleep to claim him as well.
