Clarity || z.m

Bliss

DISCLAIMER: Kay.. so like, bear with me because this was so awkward to do. I've not done something like this since I joined the fandom, and even then, it was embarrassing lol. It's NOT graphic, because I refused to do something like that, but it does get very intimate. Don't tell me it sucks, because I knew that waaaay before you did [;

dedicated to @supdanii for her lovely comment :) [I'll be doing this for the next chapter as well, so comment :)]

Alright, so I hope you enjoy erm, I don't know lol. I'm so awkward guys. just read...

How things got so heated is a question the both of us will never be able to answer, and for once I was perfectly okay with it.

These were kinds of things I didn't need the answer to. I wanted to get lost in it with him. Get lost in each other.

One minute we were walking from the park back to his apartment. But the sexual tension was so strong, you could practically smell it. Who knew that the simplicity of brushing your fingers so sensitively across one another's hands could stir up something such as what I'm about to experience.

As if his life depended on it, Zayn swung the door open, wrapping his arms around me. He closed the door behind us, making sure to lock it before he pinned me against his wall. Lust and hunger were an obvious glint in his eyes, and I couldn’t deny any longer that it was probably the hottest thing I witnessed.

Something about this felt so natural. I wasn't exactly "experienced" in this field, but Zayn knew that and I hoped he saw that he would need to lead the way for me just a little until I got the hang of it.

His lips brushed against mine, in the most teasing manner. I felt my breath hitching in the middle of my throat at the thought of his lips pressed so perfectly against mine, moving completely and perfectly in-sync, just how it should be all the time. I could never get tired of the feeling of his lips on mine.

"I don't think you know what you do to me," he mumbled, stroking his fingers gently across my cheek and down my jaw line.

His hands trailed down my sides, fingertips lingering down their self-made path, and I feel myself tensing underneath his touch.

"Then show me," I replied, eyeing his lips. I didn't care how obvious I made it. I loved the feeling of having them on mine. They were soft, yet rough in his own way.

"I plan on it." Without another word, his lips are slammed onto mine. I whimpered at the sudden impact but find that I'm the one deepening the kiss myself, pushing my body closer to his with no further hesitation.

I'm practically melting into the palm of his hands, feeling his tongue tangle with mine gently. His wandering hands find my waist, gripping them roughly as he pulled me closer in attempts to close whatever remaining gap is between us.

How was something so unnatural to me feeling so right?