Sweet Lover | z.m. + n.k

PILLOWTALK

This has absolutely nothing with the story, it's straight smut with fluff. So if you're not into that kind of stuff this isn't for you and you can go ahead and skip it. Of course I love the song pillowtalk, So of course that means I'm going write some smut inspired by it! 

 So... yeah. I'm also doing something a little different and this is going to be from Zayn's point of view. enjoy! 

Zayn 

I don't know what I was expecting but when I sent my girlfriend, Normani a text that I wanted to see her and all she sent back was an address to meet her at I don't know why I didn't think it would be a dance studio. But the moment I walked in I knew that this was probably a place she spent a lot of time. In so many ways I could picture her here, walking through spinning around. There was Rihanna playing and I almost  chuckled because of course it would be playing. 

I walked up to the front desk where a woman with red hair and freckles stood her smile was warm when she saw me. "How can I help you?" She asked pen behind her ear dangling inbetween her red locks. 

"I'm looking for Normani, is she here?" 

The red head nodded her head and smiled "Yes she is, she told me you might be coming," She stepped from behind her desk and said "follow me." She told me over her shoulder "I'm Amy, my mom owns this place, Normani has been coming here for a couple months. My mom wants to hire her and have her teach classes but she hasn't agreed. Try to get her into it, okay?" 

I nodded but I knew that if Normani didn't want to do something, it wouldn't be done. I couldn't help but wonder why she wouldn't take the job. She loves to dance, why not take this opportunity? 

Amy took me down a dimly lit hallway and I could hear different music and sounds coming from each room, in some rooms I could hear laughter and in others I could just hear feet hitting the floor and when some doors were open I could see men and women in dancing, spinning, and in the air. There was so much art and energy in each room. In a way, it stunned me into silence and I could feel my mouth dropping open. 

Finally, Amy and I reached the last room in the hall. Amy knocked twice and then opened the door "Hey Normani, you have a visitor." She says but since she was in front of me I was pretty sure her hair was blocking Mani's view of me so I stepped to the side and finally saw Normani. 

The room was a basic dance room; a wall of mirrors, a dance bar, and wooden floors. But there was also a bed in the room covered in white and blue sheets and there sat Mani, she looked a little winded as she sat her chest rose up and down heavily. She wore a black Calvin Klein sports bra and some tight black shorts. Her hair was long and black in it's natural curls that I liked so much. Her face was makeup free and her smile was bright the moment our eyes locked. 

"Thank's Ames!" She tells her friend and hops off the bed and comes toward me, the moment she close enough I have my hands on her waist and I pull her to me, kissing her softly on the mouth and I can feel her smile. 

When I pull back from her I see Amy has disappeared and closed the door behind her when she left leaving me and Mani alone. 

"Hey baby girl," I tell her as she grabs at my hand and pulls me into the room and sits us down on the bed. "How's it's going?" 

She huffs in response "I'm stuck, I'm working on new choreography but I have no idea what to do next."  

"Can I help?" I ask her putting a hand on her warm thigh, squeezing it softly and she smiles and nods. 

"Can you watch the dance? And then let me know how you feel about it?" Normani stands us up "Maybe you can fill in the blanks." 

"You know I don't dance," I tell putting my hands up in the surrender sign and Mani just chuckles and nods.