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Buttons on a coat, lighthearted joke
Your hands traveled to Zayne’s tie, meticulously fixing it with such detail to which he smiled at you, looking at you with eyes that held a gentleness only a lover could muster, as your fingers thread through the maroon fabric of his tie, his own hands found its way to your hips, holding you tightly as if he was in the brink of insanity and you were the only thing keeping him safe, sometimes you wish you could make moments like this last longer, you wished that time would allow you two privacy and pause during quiet moments like this, so that you could treasure them in a special place that your heart constructed, for Zayne.
A moment passed between you two in silence- not the awkward silence that you knew, this was the kind of silence that held words which only you both could decipher. HIs hands were still as they were moments ago - no doubt given his profession and his eyes staring into you, looking as if you handed the world to him during these moments- which made a warm feeling erupt in your heart, His eyes speaking in a language only you could understand.
Small talk, he drives, coffee at midnight
If anyone told you that you would be walking hand in hand with Zayne accompanied by hot coffee that you both bought from a corner shop, you would’ve laughed at their faces since his life nor yours allowed you both to take a breather and wander around aimlessly, to drop your responsibilities for a few hours and indulge in each other - but life had a fun way of switching it’s style every time you got used to it and that’s why by some miracle you and Zayne had your schedules changed - resulting in you both walking in the dead of night, hand in hand and his car abandoned at the nearest fast food shop.
The calm tranquility of the night inviting you both to its territory- cold winds present and the moon shining in its glory as if nature knew that you both would be here.
He says, "Look up" and your shoulders brush
The silence was interrupted by your lover who asked you to look up and to which you did, causing both of your shoulders to brush on each other - an act that made heat rush to his ears.
Sadly you were not a witness of his moment of fluster as you were busy looking up at the sky, wanting to know what caught his attention that he wanted to share it with you, and it did not take long for the object of his amusement to catch your eye, it was the stars- looking as if they were meticulously painted by a gentle wind to match the sky and be its companion.
You could make up the majority of said starry patterns - stars were always a particular interest of yours growing up and now, with your eyes shining you looked at the sky, feeling as if you were a little kid - taking out her notebook to clumsily draw the patterns you saw sprinkled in the night sky. Due to your amusement, you did not mind when Zayne’s hands held your shoulders, slowly leading you to a bench nearby- placed in a convenient spot for people who wanted to stop and stargaze. You faintly feel the ghost of his fingers take the coffee cup from your hands and take it to his own not before joining you on the bench.
‘’Zayne, this is soo cool, I can’t believe we are seeing this tonight’’ you couldn’t but to exclaim to him, to which he chuckled and replied back ‘’It’s almost as if the night sky is aware of your captivating presence love’’. You hum at his words before facing him now, seeing him already looking at you with a small smile painted on his face.
‘’Zayne, were you looking at the stars’’ your voice was a mock stern tone, wanting to tease him. He let out a short chuckle that you would’ve missed if you were not paying attention to every mini movement of his. ‘’Of course I was,but there is nothing more exciting than looking at your face when you are passionate about something’’ his hand coming to find yours to thread your fingers together, which you easily allowed, still flustered. ‘’Y-you can’t say that with a straight face’’ his eyebrow lifted up in almost amusement? ‘’Yes I can’’ His voice was confident as his hands guided yours close to his lips, before planting several kisses on your knuckles- an act that always never failed to make you flustered.
And as the night went on, you and Zayne conversing in various topics under the dim light of the moon, you know that you won’t exchange quite moments like this with Zayne for anything
Morning, his place, burnt toast, Sunday
It was a Sunday and you wanted to sleep in - which you would argue is the case for majority of the humans in the world except for your boyfriend, who woke up at the crack of dawn, ran a mile, do whatever he does on his morning routine, make breakfast before waking you up with a kiss, making sure you got to enjoy your well earned holiday - but you also wanted him to enjoy his Sunday, one of the only days where his schedule remained empty and yesterday night you made a mental note to wake up earlier then him before making some breakfast and finally waking him up, but you should’ve known that it’s Zayne you are dealing with, the same man who even during his vacations woke up at 5am to visit the hotel gym, the same man whose life operated on a strict schedule, the same man who had canceled your alarms and let you enjoy few extra minutes of sleep then you planned before going out for his run.
Were you frustrated? No, how can you be when he went out of his way to make coffee and leave some for you near your bedside table, knowing first hand how grumpy you get without your morning intake of caffeine so you greatly appreciated the thoughtful gesture alas you couldn’t help but feel disappointed as you wanted to pamper Zayne on his day off and instead you failed miserably.
After quite some time of thinking, you stood up from the bed, your empty coffee in hand before padding to the kitchen, to hopefully make him something to eat.
When you arrived, you dropped your mug in the sink before grabbing some leftover bread that was present in the fridge, covering the toast in butter, and heating up the pan before cooking said bread.
It didn’t take long for you to make a small plate full of toast, and as you were finishing your last two pieces, you felt hands creep up to your waist - if you never felt the fragrance of the mysterious person that hugged you, you would’ve totally turned around and punched them in the face.
The said ‘mysterious man’ now resting his head on the crook of your neck, still holding onto your waist while rubbing slow circles on your skin, feeling ticklish, you avert your gaze to the man before cracking a smile. ‘’Zaynie, you’re back!’’ your hands also traveled to his waist.
A chuckle was heard from him before he replied with a nod ‘’yes, I finished my run quite early and I was surprised to see a certain someone already awake’’ he teases. ‘’Well maybe, I wanted to take care of my sweet boyfriend for a day’’ you say pulling him into a hug - an action that he happily reciprocated.
‘’Then I really appreciate that my love’’ he says before you feel soft kisses trailing on your neck making you squirm. ‘’Z-Zaynie, let me cook’’ you repeated, but even your voice didn’t sound convincing.
‘’Hmm’’ he hummed, but his kisses increased and his hands moved faster, reaching for your- well his shirt, fingers slowly moving to unbutton the shirt. Because of his actions, you also got lost in the moment as soft moans escaped you, one by one. Zayne’s hands travel to your thighs, gripping them before resting his hands there.
His neck kisses moved upwards, now moving from your jaw to your cheek and from your cheek to your lips - finally kissing you, making you breathless every passing moment, Your hands also wandering to his chest before hooking your legs on his torso- permission for him to take you in the kitchen, bright and early in the morning.
He seemed to understand what you did as he placed you on the counter and broke the kiss. You took a deep breath. ‘’Z-zayne, please, I-I want you’’ your voice sounded as breathless as you felt.
‘’F-fuck’’ was his only response before he kneeled in front of you, inviting you to place your legs on his shoulders- which you did, eagerly.
‘’Z-zayne please’’ you begged and he did, his hands massaging your thighs, making goosebumps appear on your skin, you were flustered as Zayne placed kisses on your inner thigh, closer to the spot where you wanted him, and just when he placed a kiss on your underwear, you felt the strong smell of burnt food, it seemed as if he also felt it as he emerged from your legs, making you to whimper in desire, he looked equally disheveled as you when he searched for the smell that was now slowly engulfing the room, at this point you also got down from your place on the counter before you locked eyes with the thing that left you a wanting mess- The toast.
You couldn’t control your laugh at the irony of this situation as laughter bubbled out of you while you walked towards the stove, finally turning it off and looking at Zayne and also seeing a small smile on his face, and when he reached where you were, he planted a kiss on your forehead, and now with a promise of a continuation and a memory to laugh back about, you and Zayne spent the morning, snuggled in each others embrace.
You kiss on sidewalks
Cars honked in the atmosphere around you both while you walked hand in hand with Zayne, absorbed in a conversation that stemmed from hours of talking nonsense to each other.
‘’You don’t think you can hypothetically beat Godzilla?’’ you ask Zayne, truly curious about his answer. ‘’Well, considering even the main characters had a hard time doing so, I doubt I can do it’’ he replied, his hand squeezing your for a second with a grin. ‘’You underestimate yourself Dr. Zayne’’ you say after coming to a sudden stop, he seemed to not have anticipated you suddenly stopping in the middle of the sidewalk.
‘’Do I?’’ he asked before adding, ‘’Why did we stop?’’ ‘’Zaynie, of course you do and I just wanted to maybe go to that store there’’ you pointed to a corner shop tucked away in a small dim lighted alleyway.
He chuckled before adding ‘’Hungry?’’, ‘’Of course Zaynie, how can you resist food?’’ you say while dragging Zayne with you. He seemed to be amused as he planted a kiss on your forehead before voluntarily walking along with you- matching his steps with yours.
One night, he wakes, strange look on his face
You were sleeping and he was not instead he was too intoxicated on how your profile looked with the moon highlighting your features, giving you an appearance that matched his nickname for you ‘angel’ because in his defense, you did look like one and when he met you for the first time he remembered registering you as an angel that came to life, and there isn’t a moment in his life where you haven’t lived up to your nickname, thinking about everyday moments with you, he can’t help it when a smile creeps onto his face - how can he not? You were his favourite person in the world and every passing moment easily became his favourite and when replaying said memories in his head, how can he ever stop himself from getting butterflies?
You were his best friend, the only person he would look for in a room full of people, the only person he would write endless letters for - even if everyone around him knew that he had no special skill for words.
You two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round
He never expected his Saturday night being spent with you in his arms, watching classical movies until you both got sick of eating popcorn, he also didn’t foresee that you would get up and invite him to dance, your phone in your hand playing a soft ballad and who was he to refuse you, of course he accepted your invite before placing a hand on your waist and twirling you around, making laughter to erupt from you- an act that also made him chuckle, his hands now traveling to your waist while yours lock around his neck, both of you swaying to the soft ballad before turning your body sideways, a hand still on your waist while the other held your hand, both of you dancing together as if the whole world was viewing this moment between you two.