Art [Zarry]

XXXIV

~Later~
Harry
"Why haven't we done it that way before?" I asked, smiling at the ceiling and wrapping my arm around Zayn after he settled down beside me.

"I can't feel my legs." He breathed. "And you left marks." He added, looking down at where I'd gripped his hips.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" I asked, reaching down and touching near the marks.

"No, that was just....an intense ride." Zayn said.

"Pun intended?" I smiled.

"Oh." He chuckled when he understood.

I grinned, chuckling as I pulled the duvet up over us and made my way on top of him.

"M'gonna suffocate." He laughed as I left sloppy kisses along his collarbone.

"We'll die together, naked." I grinned, kissing his lips.

I kissed him deeply, tasting him as if I hadn't before.

He took fistfuls of my hair, moving his body up against mine as he bit my lower lip.

I moaned softly, realising that I wanted more.

My body wanted to have sex again, and begged my mind to play along.

But I couldn't.

I'd been doing well lately, cooking a lot and making Zayn happy.

I couldn't slip, I needed to control myself.

"D'you want dinner?" I asked softly, leaning back a bit, moving the duvet off of us.

"I want you." He smirked up at me, his dark fringe covering one of his eyes.

I stared down at him, losing my train of thought.

"You're so beautiful." I breathed, aggressively pressing my lips against his.

He hummed in response, gripping my hair again and pulling me impossibly closer.

"D'you wanna go again?" Zayn breathed, digging his fingernails into my skin as I kissed his neck.

"You're asking me?" I chuckled at how the tables had turned.

"Yeah, I just.....I love you so much." He said, blushing.

"I love you too. But...once a week, remember?" I asked, gently moving his hair away from his eyes.

"M'proud of you." He said softly, smiling up at me.

"Was that a test?" I chuckled.

"Possibly, and I couldn't have went again anyway." Zayn smiled.

"Why not?" I asked, stroking his cheekbones with my thumbs, holding his face.

"I can barely feel my legs, Harry." He reminded me.

"Still?" I asked, reaching down and touching his thigh.

"I feel that, you can stop." He chuckled, squirming.

"Hm? Are you sure?" I smirked, squeezing just above his knee.

"Yes, that hurts, get off!" He laughed, pushing me off of him.

"No don't leave yet." I chuckled, pulling him back into bed as he tried to get out.

"Stay with me." I mumbled, wrapping my arms around him.

"I need a shower." Zayn said into my chest.

"I don't care." I said, loosening my grip so he could breathe.