z.b (imagines) [💭]

degrees

     You woke up to the sound of heavy footsteps coming up the stairs and into the bedroom you were currently half asleep and cold as hell in. You hear a soft grunt as the right side of the bed dips, icey cold hands snake around your bare torso. You shiver. "Zak..your hands are so cold.."

     You push you legs closer to your stomach as you tremble away, the coldness around you nipping at your skin harshly. He sighs and pushes his face on the back of your neck, his warm breath heating you only slightly. "I'm sorry..the heater is broken again.." You groan, gripping the blanket close to you as Zak's hands slowly heat up against your body from underneath the blanket.

     "You are really warm down here.." He traces circles on your bare legs, you quivering immediately. "That's cause I've hidden underneath for so long..I don't want the cold touching me.." Zak laughs at you. "Why don't you put some clothes on?..I'm sure you're freezing wearing only underwear." You scoff. "It's too cold to get up and do all that.."

     Laughing once again at your snarky remark Zak pushes your back further against his chest, the warm cotton on his shirt feeling like heaven against your back. "You're radiating heat.." You mumble against your pillow. "Psh..really? I'm freezing.."

     You giggle, "well clearly you're not.." You turn onto your other side now facing Zak. He pulls your face into his chest as he holds you tightly, trying to warm you the best he can by rubbing your back quickly trying to make some sort of friction.

     "I'm hungry." You say suddenly, Zak looking down at you. You lean in and whisper:
"Nose goes."