Just a minute (A Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Missing, Love and Mornings

A/N: This will have lots of sensousness and POV changes. If you dont like sensous scenes please skip this chapter. And to those who are going to read please don't kill me. This might remind you of after, now you decide.

*6 months later*
*Ashley's POV*

I turned to face the wall, not wanting the morning of this night to come. "Ashley?" I heard Zayn's voice call me from behind.

The OTRA tour was starting day after tomorrow and Zayn was obviously going. The Little Mix tour got cancelled due to Jesy's preganency. Yea, Jes is preganent! How cool to have a child if your own, a symbol of love.

Snapping back to reality due to his calls I decided not to turn to him, if he sees my tear stained face he maybe would ditch the tour and that is definately good for the Modest people. I felt a kiss on my ear as hands snaked on my waist.

"Baby!" He whispered sensously in my ears, pulling me closer and melting every bit of me. He turned me to himself, "What's up with my baby today?" He asked leaving kisses on my jawline.

As the thunder rumbled, Zayn lowered his mouth to mine and I found that he was right, there was fire there, and heat, and they poured into him, seared through him.

I lost my mind, gave it up willingly. Who was there to know, to care, but the two of ud in the dark and the storm? It was me and him and it had been so long since I had let anyone touch her.

Blood pounded in my veins nearly as hard as the rain on the tin roof above us as I rose up on tiptoe to meet him more than halfway.

Zayn devoured my mouth and found me as hungry for him as he was for me. Unreserved fire and passion met him, incredibly. His tongue plunged between my lips, tasted me, found her tongue twined around his. His hands drove into all of those wavy brown hair of mine, grabbed handfuls of it and crushed my mouth to his as my fingers slid into his hair to pull his mouth down against mine.

Me body seemed to melt against his.

I knew Zayn could feel me, the fullness in me, the supple length of me against him.

*Zayn's POV*

I looked at the shapes of her thighs beneath the thin oversized tshirt, the arc of her cheek, the fullness and youth of her lips.

Blindly, I turned us to drive her back against the wall, I needed that limber body hard against mine, needed to feel the press of those firm, full breasts against my chest as I wedged a thigh between hers. The need to touch, be touched, to take and give, nearly overwhelmed me.

Hunger surged inside us. A demand.

More.

*Ashley's POV*

I ached. It had been so long since I'd been touched and it was long that I would be touched next. It felt as if I could not get close enough to Zayn, that I strained against his body, against the press of his broad chest, the muscles solid beneath his shirt as I was driven up against the wall and all of him pressed hard against me.

The touch of his hands so warm on my bare skin sent another burst of heat straight to my core and made it ache as a small moan escaped my mouth.

*Zayn's POV*

I took her to our bed and layed her down slowly. I had needed to feel her warm skin beneath my hands. It had been so long since I'd felt anything like it. Tugging at her t-shirt, I drew it up just enough to slide my hands beneath it.

I closed my hands around her waist, her skin soft and silky to the touch and sought out the curve of her waist, the arch of her ribs. I tightened my hands, pulled her closer as her mouth moved beneath mine, nibbled, sucked. It was delicious torment. I groaned as her skin heated at his touch.

She stroked her hands over mine to spread them across the muscles of my chest.

She stroked and grabbed at me through my pants, and the pressure and the rough material was an exquisite agony. She was pulling at my belt but seemed unable to comprehend how to unbuckle it. Her motions became more frenzied and she made louder frustrated breathy noises. I reached down and undid it, opening his fly and the night air was shockingly cold on my hot skin.

This bizarre night of my life, this exhaustion the absolution of pleasure the totality of our desires... She removed her undid bra, one breast bare, seemingly unable to free herself from it. I guided it over her head and made gentle cooing noises in her ear.

Ashley took hold of my thing and straddled me, guiding me into her. I pushed against her, she seemed impossibly hot to me.

I slid into her and it seemed like one of the most pure sensations of my life, and my thoughts, my building guilt and burning questioning mind were silenced in a cresting wave of pleasure rising like a tide of ice through me, touching every nerve.

I was enveloped, buried in Ashley's unnatural heat, searing impossibly hot against me.
I opened my eyes and saw that she was watching me, her mouth open and her eyes half closed in bliss and lust.

Her body in the dim light seemed beautiful beyond perfection. I let my gaze explore her writhing milk white skin, in watching her impale herself on me, how deep I was buried within her.

She began to moan, loudly, an animal noise echoing in the silent house. She thrashed on top of md, her breath rasping, and I leaned back as waves of bright pleasure rocked his body with her every movement.

She pressed her forehead to me as her hips bucked wildly, her breath on my face as I stared into her contorted features. We could feel every millimeter of our body into the other's, slick and muscular and feverishly hot.

Her nails dig into my skin. Her movements increased even more. The bed began to shake on the floor. She threw her head back, yelping from the back of her throat and buried her face under my jaw. It blocked my senses in a sizzling white noise. A purity of pleasure and nothingness. She screamed against my neck. Her hips came clamping down on me and I felt my own cry echoing hers involuntarily.

*Ashley's POV*
*Next morning*

I opened my eyes and looked around the room, all dirty and messed up with clothes scattered on the floor. This was the only time messed up room did not piss me off.

I looked up and saw Zayn, sleeping, with his arms wrapped around my bare body, my body wrapped around his bare chest. Both of us cuddled in a blanket with the AC chilling the atmosphere.

I brought my hand in front of my eyes, the ring, the symbol of us belonging with each other. We were about to get married! I still can not believe it.

Soon realization hit me, the night had ended and the morning had come. The morning when Zayn had to go...for 8 months. The morning of the start of the On The Tour Again tour.

I turned to the bed side table, 7th August (originally 7th Feb) 2015 the calendar showed. I sighed, 8 months we would only be seeing each other through Skype and Facetime.

"I will miss you so much." I heard Zayn's sleepy yet sexy voice next to me, I turned to him and kissed his cheeks and faces the other side again.

"Time?" He asked sleepily, "5am." I replied, he yawned. "Its early! We have to wake up at 8. Come back to sleep." He smiled like a baby and snuggled to me.

Seeing me not turn to him, he wrapped his arm around my stomach and pulled me closer to himself. "You know what Ash? I love you the most." He whispered in my hair and kissed my cheek.

Before I could reply I realized I could hear light snores, he slept already. I smiled and decided to enjoy the time I had with him before the tour.

Slowly I gave up the anxiety and drifted off to sleep in his arms again, the arms I would not find till 8 months.

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