Don't Burn Out (Currently Editing)

Twenty Nine

Warning:// sexual content, daddy kink

The sensation of a heavy object dipping into the bed roused me into a half awake, half-asleep limbo. Arms I know could only belong to one person came around me and cradled me against his bare chest, he pushes some hair from my eyes and kissed my cheek. "It's only 6:30. Go back to sleep, baby."

When I woke up again the clock read: 8:42. Zayn and I were laying on our sides facing each other, and he was playing with my hair. "Good morning, kitten."

"Good morning, Zayn." Yawing, I dipped my head into the crook of his neck and shoulder to press a quick kiss the crescent scar on top of his collarbone then pulled away to see those warm honey colored eyes. "Have been laying there for two hours watching me sleep?"

Zayn chuckles, heartily, then caresses my cheek. Sleep was no where in his voice, so I knew for sure he had been up for sometime. "Actually, I woke up at four to run the border, and I didn't get back till fiveish. So actually I've been watching you sleep for about three hours and thirty minutes."

'Aww!' Cooed Athena.

Wow Athena..

"Don't you think that's Edward-Culleny and weird?"

"No. Not at all. Edward Cullen is a psychopathic, vampire, pedophile. He sneaks into young girls' windows at night, and watches them sleep while he jacks-off."

I gave him an odd look, but didn't say. We sat in silence for a few minutes, just listening to each other's heart beat. Zayn pulls me closer to him, and lightly kisses my lips. "I'm sorry, Tiffany, I should have been here yesterday. I'm so sorry, baby. I'm such a dickhead, you needed me here yesterday, and I wasn't here. I'm a shit mate, and-"

I cut him off with kiss. "Zayn, baby, shut up. You are a perfect mate, and I love you so much. Relax, I understand why you thought you had to keep your distance. I wish you didn't, but it's alright. I forgive you."

Zayn's grin stretches all the way across his face. He is beaming with admiration, love, and pride. "God, I love you so much."

"I love you more!"

"Liar," I scoff. Zayn playfully growls; then pins me against the bed under him, "I love you the most."

After a long battle of kisses and 'I love you, more's, which ended on a stalemate, Zayn and I headed downstairs to make breakfast even though it was almost 12:00. I was making French Toast and Zayn was making bacon. We kept taking sneaky glances at each other, smiling when we were caught. I was about to flip a piece of toast, when Zayn's arms snaked around my waist.

Not paying him any attention, I continued to flip the toast. Zayn whined then kissed my mark. I moaned a little. His hand slipped under my long shirt, and caressed my stomach.

This time Athena whined.

Zayn pushed my hair to the side as I put another piece of toast in the pan. He drew a path of sucky-kisses up my neck, to my earlobe, then back down to the base of my neck. I bit my lip to trap moans. I flipped the toast, then added the last piece. Zayn's arms were tight around my waist. I feel his friend against my backside. I flipped the last piece then turnoff the stove.

"You need something, sweetheart?" I asked sarcastically, turing to face him.

"I need you." Heat flicker throughout my body and the room grew about ten to fifteen degrees warmer, but it was not sweltering like yesterday. I was fine and I refused to let this heat ruin this tender moment between my mate and I. I swallow the uncomfortable sensation and just like that the heat is gone. Mind over matter, nothing over pain.