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January 1st, 2XXX
After another successful surgery, Zayne treated himself to a latte with extra sugar and a meat pie for lunch today, though his work was never ending as he seated himself in his office chair and began typing away to fill out the necessary paperwork for his other clients, taking sips of his hot drink in between.
It was a particularly busy week he had ahead of him, but it was fairly normal for someone in his line of work.
He looked up the upcoming schedule for this week, blinking a few times as he saw a familiar name pop up on the screen. You had your routine check up with him this weekend, a small smile on his face at the thought of seeing you in person after a difficult week making his heart warm.
He knew sending you an email would be futile, opting to type out a message and sending it to you straight away.
> Hello. I’m reminding you about your upcoming appointment in two days. It's at 9:00 am. Please don’t be late.
He wasn’t surprised that you didn’t answer right away considering your line of work was just as busy, but he at least knew you’d see it eventually.
Or so he thought.
January 3rd, 2XXX
> I just received an email from your higher ups about having to reschedule your appointment. It was strange how they contacted me first and not yourself.
> Regardless, I’m setting it up as soon as you are free.
Days had gone by with nothing but silence from your end. He trusted in your abilities to the fullest, but you weren’t invincible, and there was a point where it was abnormal to not hear from you after a while.
January 7th, 2XXX
> The Association refused to release any information about your whereabouts when I asked, and as your primary care physician I feel it is very important to know the status of your health.
> I hope this means you are on a mission.
> Logically speaking, if that’s the case, this means you might not have access to your device.
> Regardless, I hope you know your appointment will be set up once you come back.
January 14th, 2XXX
> I walked past your building today and saw some new decorations in the front. You’ll enjoy them when you return.
January 21st, 2XXX
> I finally tried out that dish you’ve been asking me to sample for a while. It surprises me how much you knew I’d like it. I got a few more to stock in my fridge at work.
January 26th, 2XXX
> Someone walked into the hospital wearing the uniform and thought it was you.
> I really should get some rest.
January 29th, 2XXX
> I was called in for an emergency surgery today.
> Image sent
> There are so many booths in comparison to last year’s New Year’s festival
> Image sent
> I finished decorating half of a lantern, I’ll leave the rest untouched so that you can finish it once you’re back.
> Image sent
> I left you a red envelope by the money tree I bought for you on the dinner table.
> You can thank me later.
February 6th, 2XXX
> There was a large explosion near Akso. Many casualties. Will probably be busy once you reach out to me.
February 12th, 2XXX
> Have I done something wrong?
> Is it because I told you you shouldn’t have too many sweets?
> Is that why you’re ignoring me?
> If so, then you’re allowed to have an extra bit.
> I’ll even eat some carrots to make you happy.
February 14th, 2XXX
> Image sent
> There’s a beautiful sunset in front of my office. You told me to get more sun, so here it is.
> I’ve gone to water the plants inside your home.
> There is also a cat that hangs out around your home that I somehow befriended.
> It was the first one that didn’t run away from me.
> It likes it when you scratch their chin.
> We can give it a name once you’re home.
> I also left you some chocolates in the fridge, please don't eat them all at once.
> There is also a small surprise for you waiting on the kitchen table.
February 15th, 2XXX
> I might have accidentally bought an extra box of assorted macaroons today.
> Maybe some other sweets too.
> Image sent
> The cat has returned and is expecting treats. I wonder what name you’ll give it.
> Correction, her.
February 19th, 2XXX
> I reached out to the Association and they denied me again.
> It’s been nearly two months.
> I don’t want to be the one receiving your badge.
> Again, I trust you.
> You better come back.
February 27th, 2XXX
> Come home.
> Please.
-
March 2nd, 2XXX
The load of a two month undercover mission had now fully weighed on you as you crossed the threshold of your apartment, lead-filled legs dragging through your kitchen, into your living room and finally your bedroom, leaving the luggage by the door and letting your body go limp on your bed.
The flight home was bumpy due to the terrible weather, the storm only getting increasingly worse as you found yourself staring at the ceiling. Thankfully the mission had gone well and you were home free, which meant you could finally turn on your phone.
The screen lit to life, finally able to access it after having to lock it away for security reasons, though you were unprepared for the slew of messages from your primary doctor.
It pinged continuously for a solid five minutes, the sound much louder than the thunder crashing outside. A sinking feeling tugged at your chest with every message read, only to plummet when you read that he had left gifts behind. The lantern? The chocolates? The money tree and the red note?
You’ve always known Zayne as someone who had kept his emotions locked away, and you were lucky enough to be on the receiving end of his kindness and gentle nature, but this worried you.
His anxiety showed with each message, realization hitting you that your absence caused him distress.
You never told him you were leaving and you forgot about your appointment.
You pinch the bridge of your nose, letting out a loud sigh knowing you messed up bad.
He’s going to kill me.
Your fingers were ready to type out a message only to stop yourself as you realized something. It’s nearly three in the morning. He was either busy at the hospital or getting what little sleep he was able to give himself.
You looked at the gifted plush animal that sat on your bed, remembering seeing it in the claw machine and pouting to Zayne about how the game was a scam as you had trouble winning the prize. Now it sat there, a reminder that he had spent time and effort to win it for you in your untimely absence.
How could you let him go another day without knowing if you were safe? It was the least you could do.
The keypad clicked with every tap of your digits, constructing a quick message.
Hi. I’m sorry for not responding, was gone for a mission. I’m back home now.
-
He lifted his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose as the persistent headache was beginning to bother him. It was another week of emergencies he had gone through, only getting a few hours of sleep every night, but that wasn’t because of work.
His heart nearly leapt out of his chest as the familiar ringtone he set as your own rang out in the silence of his office, prompting him to grab his phone and read your message over and over again, at one point even pinching himself to ensure this wasn't a nightmare.
It was as if a boulder was lifted off his shoulders, finally able to breathe again. Although he was relieved that you were home, he was incredibly conflicted.
You had a tendency to go off and do things on your own when you had an upcoming mission, but that was only for a few hours, maybe a day or two, and he would catch up with you quickly after to listen about your new adventure, secretly checking your well-being while out and about with him.
However, this time was different.
You left without informing him of your lengthy disappearance, leaving behind too many strings untied; too many things left unspoken. It shook him to his core, worse than any other time beforehand. What if something happened to you and he wouldn't find out until later? How could he continue functioning properly without knowing if you were safe or not?
With a shake of his head he took a swig of water, closing his eyes and listening to the thunder crash outside his window. A wave of anguish washed over him, feeling his eyes burn as he fought tears back, the storm inside him clashing vigorously.
There were countless nights he had thought about you, losing his composure and letting a tear fall when his messages were left on delivery. You didn’t even open his messages. He thought of the worst, his mind running rampant at every terrible situation that could have risen and he would’ve never known.
He thought you were–
The room in the temperature dropped expeditiously, making him open his eyes and see as ice had crawled up his tall windows and covered the floors in patches. Frozen patterns coated his arms as he could feel the chill climb up his sternum. His Evol had been going haywire since the third week of your absence, finding himself using his full concentration to just keep it under control, but it was slipping as the days went by, seemingly unstable now.
He shook his head and sighed, letting himself catch his breath and melting the ice away. Maybe he just needed some time to keep his feelings at bay, refusing to let you see how much he crumbled at the thought of losing you.
It was dangerous to allow himself to get close to you like this, so it would be wise to compose himself.
You were home safe, that’s all he should care about now.
-
A notification from your device sounded out once the tea was finished brewing. Your brows raised in surprise, not expecting him to respond so quickly.
Zayne: Welcome home.
You frowned, disappointed that another message hadn’t come through. You were hoping that it would be a warmer welcome.
You: I’m sorry I forgot to tell you I was leaving.
Zayne: I see.
Zayne: I will be scheduling your check-up sometime next week and I will be letting the association know that it is mandatory.
Zayne: Get some rest.
The tone in his most recent messages was the complete polar opposite to the way he was acting now. Why was he so cold all of a sudden? You thought he was incredibly worried about you and now he’s like this?
What’s going on?
It was times like these where overthinking became your greatest enemy, only able to play out the worst scenarios while awaiting further information, but this was Zayne. He’d normally be the king of dry humor and straightforwardness, so what the hell?
An idea brewed, hoping to use this chance to talk to him.
Me: I can't sleep, maybe we can do the check up now if you’re not busy?
Although true, it was wishful thinking really. You knew he was probably swarmed with appointments and paperwork, but your phone pinged not even a minute later.
Zayne: I’ll come pick you up. Be ready in 15 minutes.
Your jaw clenched, nerves lighting up as you had 15 minutes to face the music.
Well, better now than later.
-
The ride to Akso was silent, only the pitter patter of the rain hitting against the windshield filled your ears as you fiddled with your hands, slightly nervous.
He had shown up to your door in his usual black coat and sharp work clothes with water droplets clinging onto his hair, but his face was hard, unreadable.
Tension hung between you both as you attempted to pull him into a conversation multiple times on the way to his car, but was only greeted with static responses or soft ‘hm’s.
The radio played quietly in his polished car, feeling as if the distance between you both was the size of ten craters.
It was Doctor Zayne that was sitting in the driver’s seat, not the one that had sent you pictures of the neighborhood kitty or the one who had given you a money tree for the new year.
You dare not utter a word as you snuck a glance at him, noting the white knuckle grip he had on the steering wheel, emerald eyes focused on the road ahead and brows twitching slightly.
You looked out the window, watching the buildings turn into a blur with every green light as guilt was eating you up inside.
He was most definitely upset.
-
The hallways were eerily quiet aside from the other doctors wandering about. You followed behind as he greeted his colleagues with a nod, though they had no clue of what lay underneath his synthetic smile.
Soft lights came to life with the flick of the switch on the wall. His office was neatly organized as it usually was, able to see books deftly placed on his desk and the computer left on. Though, you took note of the bin nearly full with wrappers, disposable coffee cups and empty bottles of water. Then you noticed a pillow and blanket that was folded on the coffee table.
That was unusual of him.
Was he…sleeping in his office?
…How long has it been since he’s gone home and slept?
Without uttering a word he pulled out your chair and tapped two fingers on it as he moved to his side, not realizing he had switched back to his white coat – work mode.
Nothing felt natural in the moment as you sat in his chair in your loose clothes.
You had hoped you could have taken this time to talk to him, but he was the stone wall he was with other people.
You take one look at him, watching him print out some paperwork.
“I–”
“I’ll be performing your exams. Please tell me if anything bothers you during it.” He interrupts without missing a beat, a twinge of pain twisting your heart at his stoic response.
All of the tests had been performed as normal, though he refused to even make eye contact with you or indulge in your witty antics in between tests, leaving you to suffer in silence.
He was professional, but you noticed how bothered he was by the way he would pinch his thumb and forefinger tightly together, rubbing them back and forth to restrain himself from chewing on his nails. It was his tell in full force.
It was too quiet as he typed away on the opposite side of the desk, fiddling with your hoodie as you looked down at your feet. You should be happy to see him, but there was something itching beneath your skin to find out why he was so standoffish.
“Your heart has irregularities. I suggest we do a follow-up in a few days once you’re fully rested.” The emptiness in his words was starting to frustrate you, prompting you to prod at the obvious elephant in the room.
“I didn’t mean to make you upset.” You cut him off with slight annoyance as his fingers continued typing away at the keyboard, seemingly unbothered by your statement.
“I’m not upset.”
You blink. Was he being so serious right now?
“Zayne.” His name slipping from your lips caught his attention as you crossed your arms and gave him a knowing look. “I know you. What’s wrong?”
He sighed and slipped off his glasses, the headache that subsided a while ago now gradually building once again. You were on the brink of dancing with Death many times, though it was only for a moment, a small blip in time, but this was too much, almost sending him into a frenzy. In the two months of your absence he caught a glimpse of what life would be like without you by his side.
Two months of loneliness.
Two months of shopping for sweets alone.
Two months of no silly antics.
No one to keep him company when the silence was too loud.
Holidays and special occasions were missed, something he made important so as long as you were there.
Your existence has made space in his own life, shaping it to fit you in every part of it.
With you gone, he had nothing.
But now that you were home safe and sound he could relax and return to normal.
He was used to keeping you at arm’s length, so why did it hurt so bad returning to something he’s so used to doing?
He thought his cold front would be a shield for both himself and you, but it was clearly for naught as you sat there with a twist of sadness in your features..
“As your primary physician it’s in both of our best interests that you stay healthy, especially with your condition.” The response was as robotic as it can be, but he continued. “It’s worrying that you were gone for so long with no update on your status.” He knew the answer was utter bullshit when all he wanted to do was scoop you up into his arms and take you to the safety of his home, but alas.
“I’m sorry I forgot to tell you, really, I am. I didn’t mean to do it on purpose…” You retorted, shaking your head in disbelief as he simply looked down, the tension only getting worse by the second.
“I know.” He spoke softly as he continued to type, eyeing you from the corners of his vision. “What matters is you’re safe.”
He did his best to mediate, but he could tell by the way your behavior changed that it wasn’t going as well as he’d hoped.
Why was he so bad at this? His mind forced him to limit his affections, but his heart trembled with that familiar fear once again.
The tension lingered between you, almost feeling as if you were intruding in unfamiliar territory as he fought to keep his composure.
You were hoping for a better outcome than this, but maybe calling a cab home to give yourself and him a few days of space was the most sensical thing to do at the moment.
“You know what? Forget it. I’ll text you later.” The chair scraped against the floor as you stood up and turned on your heel, already planning to walk home if you didn’t have a ride. Maybe it was the guilt that was eating at you away, but
“Wait.” A hand grabbed yours, stopping you in your tracks, though you were startled by what you saw. His hand was cold to the touch; freezing, in fact.
A thin layer of frost coated his hand, flakes stretching all the way to his jawline. You’ve only ever seen it in this bad when–
“Don’t go. Please.” He pleaded softly, stunning you into silence as you saw the tears well up in his eyes.
He blinked the tears away as his breathing staggered, his anxiety coming back in full force. It was just supposed to be a normal check up where once he’d finished he'd take you back home and return to his work like nothing.
He thought he could handle bottling up his feelings again, but seeing you crushed because of him made him feel like he was dying inside.
The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt you.
With a gentle tug of your hand he stepped up to you, the warmth of your hands calming the turmoil raging inside his soul, steadying him. A cold puff of air lingered between you as he exhaled a shaky breath, his hands unsteady as his chest was tight.
“I’m sorry.” He started, finally allowing himself to bring down the walls as he took both of your hands in his.
He expected you to pull away and continue on your journey home, but you returned his gesture, giving his hands a reassuring squeeze.
The ice slowly melted away, now able to feel your fingers intertwine with his.
The walls he built around his heart completely collapsed in your presence, unable to keep his composure any longer.
In what was probably a mistake, he lifted a hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles, the action making butterflies flutter in your stomach.
He must have been possessed to be so bold, but he didn’t care at that point.
It was a gentleness you’ve seen in times of vulnerability throughout your childhood; a rarity. Memories of you holding his hand in times of stress bloomed in your mind, remembering the way his lips would curve into a smile as the cold façade thawed, but never anything like this.
“I’m sorry for the way I’m acting. You don’t deserve any of that.” His voice was full of dejection, regret swelling in his chest as he looked down and saw the twinge of hurt in your eyes.
This was the last thing he wanted to happen.
He always thought that as long as you were safe he could just be your doctor, but you looked exhausted, and he’s done nothing but pester you and ignore your feelings.
“Why?” You asked, finally asking the question that had been gnawing at you since you arrived home.
How was he supposed to explain that he was worried sick about you?
That he didn’t get a chance to tell you everything he’s been wanting to?
No matter, you deserved to know.
“You’re right. I am upset.” He started, confirming your suspicions. “I thought I was doing the right thing by keeping my distance so I don’t smother you like a mother hen, but–” Zayne was blunt, his honesty carrying such heavy emotion you could drown in it.
His jaw clenched. “In truth, I had…difficulty keeping my composure when you were gone, and seeing you again makes me want to whisk you away, but I’m fighting to keep those feelings down,” Pain lingered in his words, a soft desperation laced within them.
“I was afraid I lost you forever, and this was the only way I knew how to cope.” There was the admittance he’s been dying to tell you, his fears now laid out at your feet.
He was so scared to the point of closing himself off, a tactic he mindlessly had when he was stressed to the point of mental anguish. He was exhausted from countless hours of work while sleeping only a few hours at night and fighting to not lose his sanity at the thought of your lifeless body sprawled in some unknown location.
“Will you forgive me?” The tiredness in his eyes and the heartbreak in his words called for your sympathy. It truly looked as if he was on the brink before everything fell apart, and you realized that your presence here and now was the only thing keeping him together.
The silence within the office had transformed into something else, like a soft blanket to roll yourself up in on a chilly day. Your eyes wouldn’t move away from his as you stood so close together in his office, warmth surrounding you both.
Of course not a day went by that you didn’t think of him. You missed the taste of mints he would give you when you had a raging sweet tooth, missed pestering him with impromptu walks to the mall on his day off.
And not a day went by that he didn’t think about your smile, your wits and your desire to fill his belly with hot pot.
“I thought I did something wrong,” Your voice was shaky. “I thought you were mad at me...” Your words trailed off, nearly a whisper, but his ears were filled with the sound of your sweet voice riddled with culpability.
“I could never be mad at you.” He places his chin on your hand, a sad yet dreamy look in his eyes. “I’m upset at myself for acting like this when you needed me.”
But little did you know it was him, in fact, that needed you.
With that he released your hand, gently poking your nose before he stepped back. “Next time, please just let me know when you’re leaving for that long. I guarantee your doctor will go into cardiac arrest.” He smiled as you let out a soft laugh. He would cherish the small moment he shared with you, burning the feeling of your hands on his into his mind.
In a flash the tension was gone, able to finally breathe and let your guard down, but there was a tingle that lingered on your skin from his touch.
“I will.” The all too familiar pinkie was lifted, giving him a gentle smile. “I promise.”
He returned a grin of his own, curling his pinkie around yours and shaking it slightly, sealing the promise. He found the sacred gesture amusing, though he treated it as a code of honor, and he knew you’d give it your all to never break it.
“So, you’re really not mad at me?” You asked, bottom lip in a slight pout like a child.
“Of course not.” He chuckled, adjusting his glasses. “I was…worried about you.” He admitted, looking down for a moment, only to look back up, eyes filled with mirth. “I considered giving the army a call for a search and rescue.”
You have him a playful smack on the chest.
“Oh come on, you know I can take care of myself.”
“Of course you can, the rescue would be for the people you beat up.”
You let out a giggle, though you nearly were at a loss of words when he let out a small laugh of his own, the corners of his lips crinkling upwards. Your heart thumped, lost in the way the sound made your chest warm.
The gap between you was barely a foot apart, but it felt like an entire canyon was wedged in between. Without thinking you leaned into him and wrapped your arms around his torso, head burying into his chest as pulling him close.
“I really am sorry for making you worry.” Your voice was a bit muffled, but his heart wrenched at your sincere apology. Immediately his arms snaked around you, holding you close and wishing he’d never have to let go.
“Don’t be, I just–” He stopped, taking a deep breath. He could feel your heartbeat, a reminder that you were here now.
The embrace was cathartic, arms wrapped tight around each other and simply relishing in one another’s presence, but he was dangerously teetering over a line he knew he shouldn’t cross.
“-As your primary physician it’s my job to take care of my patients–” He started, speaking the same mantra that he rehearsed to himself nearly everyday to keep his professionalism before his feelings with you, but he slipped.
“And me worrying about you means I wish to take care of you.”
A hand makes its way up to your hair, gently holding your head and creating a protective shell around you.
His words carried warmth, mingling around your heart as you melted into him.
There was no denying that there was unspoken tension that danced around you both for years. Being involved in each other’s milestones and sharing moments that only you were lucky enough to experience firsthand was a blessing in itself.
A hand made its way to his chest, palm placed right over his heart.
“You do take care of me, more than you know–” You look up, giving him a warm smile. “And I’m grateful that you’re my doctor who cares so much.”
Something cold had landed on your cheek, your attention now elsewhere.
Small flakes of snow danced around, falling slowly around you both and melting away once they hit the ground.
You looked up at Zayne, seeing a hue of pink dotting his cheeks as he searched for something in your eyes.
He spent years of his life studying medicine, analyzing compounds and memorizing anatomy books in order to take care of you, but nothing could prepare him for the way you made his heart race a mile a minute, how you made his head spin with your spontaneous nature.
He stood alongside you, just close enough where he can support you from the sidelines, watching you blossom into a strong, beautiful and brilliant person.
He adores you.
God, he loves you.
A hand cups your cheek, thumb caressing your skin as he leaned down. “I enjoy taking care of you, and I’d gladly do it forever.” It was the heartfelt truth spoken with an unshakeable conviction, neatly tied together with a tired yet honest smile.
Desire clouded his sight, taking in the way your lips parted and taking in how soft they look. You’d never know how many nights he’s spent imagining kissing you, how you’d taste, how you’d feel .
The snowflakes decorated your hair, like a makeshift crown that resembled the stars in the night sky.
He wiped a speck of ice from your lashes, his heart dancing as you instinctively moved to press your cheek against his palm.
“Doctor Zayne,” You asked softly, placing your hand over his. “Is there something on my face that needs to be checked out?” He couldn’t ignore the way his heart thrummed with excitement and how his stomach twisted with need when you asked.
He knows he shouldn’t be doing this. You were both exhausted, rightfully so, and he should’ve driven you home and forgotten all about tonight, but how could he when you looked at him with such admiration in those big gorgeous eyes he could stare at forever?
“Yes. Right—“ His finger made its way to your forehead, tapping on it and following it up with a kiss. “Here–” He paused for a moment, ensuring that you were alright with what he was doing, only continuing when you waited with bated breath with those beautiful eyes of yours.
“And here–” Then came your nose, giving it a gentle tap and kissing it right after. “And–” He stopped, finger grazing your bottom lip in gentle strokes.
Hot air fanned against your lips as his nose nuzzled yours, eyes lidded in need and heart pounding in his ears.
After all this time, all these years forcing himself to stay away from you, you kept calling back to him, and he always answered in a heartbeat.
He might be your doctor, but you have healed him in more ways than he ever could in his lifetime.
Could he see himself living a life where he was so close and yet so far?
The thought pained him, his mind telling him that it’s for the best to stay away, but his heart screamed at him, gnawing at his bones and boiling his blood with a passion that he’ll never feel with anyone ever again.
Just one night. He told himself.
He would defy everything chaining him down for one night of love, to allow himself to be selfish.
No grave could ever hold him down, for he’d always crawl back home to you.
“Here.” The air left his lungs with the final word, restraint no longer holding him back and capturing your lips with his.
The smell of his expensive cologne filled your nose as his lips pressed against yours in a bruising kiss. No amount of daydreaming could compare to the euphoria being experienced, the taste of your lips and the soft scent of your lotion permeating the air.
The back of your legs connected to his desk as he slid in between them, desperate to close any gap between yours while never breaking the kiss.
You let out a small huff of annoyance as his glasses were poking you with every kiss, hand reaching up to gently take them off, but he stopped you, taking them off himself and tossing it without a care on the keyboard.
Without thinking he swiped the papers and books from his desk with his arm, the items hitting and cluttering the floor as he lifted you with ease and sat you neatly on top.
He tossed his coat to the side, forgotten on the sheen floor as you struggled to unbutton his shirt, hands shaky with excitement.
He chuckled as he grabbed a hand, kissing your wrist and undoing his shirt with one hand in one smooth go, your eyes now focused on his scars decorating his skin and the way his languid fingers moved with expertise.
“Surgeon’s hands.” The breathy brazen comment fueled his ego, the shirt lost alongside the academic material as he leaned down and kissed your neck, his warm breath on your ear.
“These hands are not just for surgeries.” His words were laced with knowing, his hands roaming dangerously close to your breasts, thumb brushing the bottom curve of your breasts.
“Oh? What else are they good for, Doctor ?” A tingle danced along his spine at the sound of your angelic voice using his title freely, grinning as a nip of your neck earned him a gasp from you.
“For cutting vegetables.” He purred, licking a stripe upwards, lips caressing your ear as he grips your thigh and slides and arm around your back, caging you in.
“For eating sweets.” He nipped your earlobe, the action making you arch towards him and press against his front.
“For taking care of you.” A hand slides up your neck, chills rolling down your back when his fingers hold your chin and tilt your head up, lips already parted as you accepted his kiss, whining as you allowed his tongue to slip in.
His hands slid beneath your bottoms and lifted you up as if you weighed nothing, giving your cheeks a cheeky squeeze and walking you both to the couch. He placed you on his lap as he sat and marked your neck again, desperate to ensure that you would remember this night with him.
“Don’t you ever leave me like that again.” He spoke through a growl, the plea filled with possession as he was entranced with the way your body fit perfectly with his own.
“Hold me tight then.” You poked back at him, earning a tight squeeze of his arm that pulled you into him, the sounds of your kisses bouncing off the walls of his office.
Heat swirled between you both, making your clothes feel just a little too uncomfortable, too tight. You broke the kiss, ripping your top off and tossing it aside to reveal a simple bra, but to him it felt like seeing the seventh wonder of the world in the palm of his hand.
“May I…?” He asked, chest heaving with each unsteady breath, mouth watering at your supple skin.
You grabbed his hand and placed it on one of your breasts, giving him silent permissions and urging him to feel you with a soft moan after a squeeze. He wasted no time in peppering your chest with kisses as his hand went to work, unhooking the back of your bra, again, with only one hand.
“You’re so beautiful.” He sighed, letting the fabric fall as his mouth latched onto a nipple and caressing the other.
Your fingers tangle in his locks, breath hitching as he rolled his hips up and feeling a bulge that rubbed against between your legs.
The size of it left nothing to the imagination, grinding against it and nearly losing yourself in his soft growls and pants with every roll of your hips, but you had your own needs to fulfill.
You slid off of him, a warm feeling blooming in your chest as you see the pink across his cheeks has traveled down his chest.
You kiss down his abs, enjoying the way his muscles twitch as you go lower and lower, following the happy trail that disappeared beneath the belt buckle.
You look up, waiting for approval as your hands rested against his belt, smiling as he nodded and adjusted his position to help you unhook his belt.
Hunger filled his gaze as he watched you unzip his pants, forcing his hands to the side to grip the couch as he relinquished control. He couldn’t stop himself from trembling, his heart feeling as if it was going to explode out of his chest when he took note of mischief shimmering in your eyes.
“Zayne, you take such good care of me,” Your hands, though shaky, worked quickly to slide down his pants along with his boxers, exposing him to the cool air. The sight of his heavy cock bobbing made you drool, mouth parting at seeing the large vein on the side pulsing with need, calling for you. “-let me take care of you now.”
A gasp left his body as his nails dug into the leather, body rolling as your lips wrapped around the head and sucked ever so gently, tasting the salty pre that had peeked from the tip.
The fabric creaked beneath his tight grip, forcing his hips to sit still while his thighs shook from the pleasure shooting straight up his spine.
The few nights he let his daydreams run wild with his own palm couldn’t compare to your hot mouth wrapped around him, the wet sounds as you try to take him down your throat making his head spin.
Spit dribbled down his shaft, only able to fit half of him while using your hand to fill in the blank, moaning as he throbbed.
His head tilted to the side, his nails dangerously close to ripping the couch apart as you looked up at him with tears in your eyes from trying to take his full length down your mouth, the image sending a wave of pleasure across his body.
Every gag and choke on air had him reeling, gritting his teeth as he felt himself near his end, but you didn’t let up as he shook his head.
“Wait.” He grabbed your head and gently lifted your mouth from him, the small ‘pop’ making his body shudder. “Not yet, not like this.” He panted, not wanting his essence to be wasted in your mouth.
He guided you to lay on the couch, helping you rid the rest of the clothing, mapping out your skin while covering you from head to toes with his love. The furniture creaked beneath his weight as he moved his head between your legs, kissing your inner thighs and leaving a trail of marks in his wake.
His tongue traced the outside of your folds, teasing kitten licks purposefully avoiding your silent pleas for him to devour you by the jut of your hips inching towards his mouth.
Arms wrapped around your legs, holding you down as he spread your folds, eyes entranced by your glistening juices coating your sweet spot.
He looked up, entranced with your chest rising and falling quickly, your eyes speaking clearly of desperation and want.
He wrapped his mouth around your clit, sucking ever so gently and groaning against your sensitive flesh as he finally tasted you.
“So sweet.” He kissed your folds, licking his lips as he refused to break eye contact. “Sweeter than anything I’ve tasted.”
Seconds felt like hours as he devoured you, using his fingers to stretch you out as his tongue traced your wetness, drawing shapes and spelling out his name on your clit.
His hips dug into the couch, leaving his own trail of wetness as he thoroughly enjoyed the best meal he’s ever had the opportunity to eat. It didn’t take long for that coil in your belly to tighten up, making you grip his hair as your ride against his tongue, inching closer and closer to that sweet release.
“Zayne, Zayne I’m gonna–” Before you could finish the sentence he stopped abruptly, leaving you dangling right on the edge of cloud nine.
He loomed over you, his wide body engulfing yours as his cock lay against your stomach, now gliding between your soaking folds and keeping you on that tightrope along with him.
“You’ve been so good to me.” He leans down, pressing a kiss to your brow. “Can you be a good girl for me and take all of me?” He whispers with another kiss to your temple, licking his lips as you agree with a soft moan.
You hissed as he slowly slid into you, a groan of his own leaving his tense body as he split you open, your tight and hot walls embracing his girth.
The air was thick, difficult to swallow as the oxygen was pushed out of your lungs as he now settled deep inside you, your lower heartbeats in sync.
“Are you okay?” He asked, brows furrowed in concern as he peppered your face with kisses, gently brushing away the twist in your features.
“Big.” You choke out the compliment, making him chuckle as it inflated his ego. He didn’t expect tonight to go as far as it did already, hell, he didn’t expect to get anywhere at all, but by the heavens he wanted this night to never be over.
His nose nudges yours, gauging your reactions as he drills into you, kissing the corner of your mouth.
“Zayneee.” You mewl, nails digging into his bicep and scratching up his back, marking what’s always belonged to you.
“Say it again. Say my name.” He begged, lips tracing the column of your throat and nipping at the soft flesh as he buried inside you over and over again, the couch scraping against the ground
“Zayne!” You cried out as he nearly folded you in half, taking every thick inch and rubbing tight circles on your clit, winding up that coil tighter and tighter.
“Again.”
“Z-Zayne- ah !”
He bit down on the juncture between your neck and your shoulder, drunk with the sound of your name filling his space, uncaring about the rest of the hospital knowing about the debauchery happening in his office as you screamed out his name.
“There you go. I can feel it.” He spoke through gritted teeth, gasping as you wrapped your ankles around him, this time you caging him. “Give it to me, give me what’s mine.” The authority in his tone was the final push for that coil to snap, your orgasm crashing wave after wave and leaving you a shaking and babbling mess beneath him.
His hips slowed to a crawl, the feeling of your walls milking him nearly making him spill inside you, but he restrained himself.
He slid out of you smoothly, leaving you to clench around nothing while wondering why he didn’t come with you.
“You didn’t–” A small sound escaped you as he moved you to lay on top of him, shivering as you could feel his cock press against your sensitive folds from behind.
“I know, I want you like this.” A sly smile creeped onto his lips, hands reaching around and spreading your lips while he pressed his face between your breasts, inhaling your scent.
Vanilla and Jasmine.
“Look at me.” That same commanding tone made you swoon, staring directly into his shimmering eyes that reminded you of a lush forest underneath a bright sun.
You cried out as he speared back into you, his pace brutal and unforgiving, forcing you to ride him and meet his hips with every loud slap of skin on skin. You were still overly sensitive, riding on the aftershocks of your orgasm but he began to build you up again, winding that familiar coil, somehow much faster than before as he took back the reins.
“You take me so good, don’t you?” He teased, taking a hand and forcing you to look down at him, having difficulty concentrating as he bounced you on him.
“U-uh huh.” The sound was barely able to make it past your lips, making him chuckle at how down right ditzy you were from him.
He was sure that anyone who was unlucky to pass by his office would be able to hear your wanton moans and pathetic whimpers as he fucked you relentlessly, but that only stirred him on, wanting to make sure that you left his office on wobbly legs and dripping with his cum.
He wrapped an arm around your back as the other snaked up to your head, pulling your hair and forcing you once more to face him, all the while chasing his own end.
“Come on, my love. Give me one more. You can do that for me. Just give me one more.” He gasped as he felt your walls clench around him again, grunting as you matched his pace in tandem and used him to feel your second orgasm rock your body. There was that familiar feeling in his lower abdomen rising up once again, but this time he had no intent of stopping.
“Can I cum inside you my love? Can I fill you up and make you mine?” He pleaded, gripping you tight as he continued to fuck up into you, taking your broken pleas and begs to do so.
A hand wrapped around your throat caught your attention, a squeeze eliciting a mewl from you.
“Look at me while I come inside you.” You nearly roll your eyes back at his demand, difficult to follow through as you both were just right there, right on the edge of absolute euphoria.
The wet squelch of your heat echoed throughout the room, only getting faster and faster as he sawed into you, never letting up as he guided you both to topple over the edge together.
Stars exploded behind your eyes as a tear rolled down from the immense pleasure, though unable to utter a sound, simply the sound of his name followed by soft broken moans.
Zayne’s brows scrunched up, a line of drool dripping down his chin as he followed right after you and pushed all the way to the base, ensuring your womb took every thick and hot rope of his cum.
The union was sealed with a kiss, his hands now brushing along your spine and holding you tight as you both rode out the waves, letting his cock sit snug inside you.
The storm outside had finally calmed, the moonlight peering into the office and glistening over your limp and tired bodies.
“I should schedule check ups more often.” You sighed. Zayne couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh at your comment, kissing the top of your brow.
“Perhaps it would be a good idea to ensure you stay healthy.” He retorted as he gave your butt a small squeeze, earning him a giggle. “Doctor’s orders.”
“What about Zayne’s orders?” You raise a brow, a finger stroking his cheek.
“Well, as Zayne, I wouldn’t give you orders,” He takes your finger and presses a kiss to it, now holding your hand. “Rather I’d ask if you’d like to join me for dinner tomorrow, if you’re not too tired.”
Heat rose to your cheek, his question somehow making your brain more frazzled than the thorough fucking he just gave you. You pecked him on the cheek and locked eyes with him, both hearts now in sync as you thought about what kind of outfit you'd be wearing for the date tomorrow.
“I’d like that.”