Don't Burn Out (Currently Editing)

Sixty Three

*Warning* I lied in the last chapter.. In the Authors Note.. Very little of this is fluff.

POV Tiffany

The dusky sun rays of late December seep into the windows, still blushing as it hovers just above the horizon. Zayn isn't place next to me. I'm okay with that. I know he's keeping our people safe by securing the boarders. He'll be back soon.

I pull his pillow to my chest. His scent wafts up tickling my noes like a plush feather. The woody scent takes over my brain and I feel like a giggling schoolgirl.

My muscles ache from last night's rendezvous. My entire body hurt and is sore, however, I enjoy this pain. Not like a sexual fetish at lease I don't think as I've only made love once. I love the pain because it is a reminder of how Zayn loved me so much last night.

I squeeze his pillow to my chest like a child with their favorite teddy. I remember the way his rough, worked hands felt against my skin.

Last night I felt as though he let go of his wild side. I loved it. I quietly like being dominated by him.

My body buzzes as a more concentrated version of his scent perfumes the room.

'He's home!' Athena yelps happily.

My cheeks are added to the sore muscles as opens the door. He only wears plaid maroon and grey boxers. His hair is messy and wind blown, but still high. His beautiful Adonis lips form a soft pout.

"I wanted to be here when you woke up."

"I could pretend to sleep then wake up if it makes you feel better."

He comes to sit by my side. I curl up in his lap. He plays with my hair which frizzed up last night. "It's not the same." His lips curled softly, but somehow crooked like an angel with a devil's touch. "How are you feeling, kitten?"

"Just a little sore." More like a lot, but I'll let Zayn stay oblivious to that.

"Are you sure? I was probably a bit too rough last night.. I'm sorry, Tiffany."

"Shh Zayn it's all right. I... really enjoyed it." If my skin were any lighter my entire face would be firetruck red.

He leans down and softly kisses my lips not like last night's fierce passion, but sweetly, gently. "I'm going to run you a bath okay," I nod as he kisses both my cheeks. "I'll be right back, you stay here." He kissed my forehead before he goes.

I cuddle his pillow again. I've just about fallen asleep as Zayn comes to get me. I wake a little disorientated in his arms. As I remember my nakedness, I cross my arms over my chest and squeeze my legs together.

Zayn shakes head. "I know you can't be shy after everything I did last night."

My cheeks grow warmer. I face his chest completely avoiding his eyes.

"You're so adorable, Tiffany." He gently sets me in the warm bath. The bubbles cover my body. I have a hard time tearing my eyes away from his body as he pulls down boxers. I look away at the last moment. Zayn chuckles deeply.

"My little kitten." He possessively pulls me in between his legs. I lie my head on his chest. "You know today is Louis's birthday. He's having a party. You wanna go?"

"Yeah why not? What time it does it start?"

"Eight, so we have the day to do whatever."

Nothing? We never get free days.

"No work at all? No papers to sign? Packs to visit? Are you sure I don't have a therapy session today?" I look up him with my head slightly tilted.