mona lisa | zayn malik x ella mai

Mona Lisa | Elevation

Mona Lisa | Elevation

warning : this chapter contains sexual content .

It was around midnight and Zayn was in his living room with his sketch journal in his lap. He was slouched on his couch as he sketched a scenery that consisted of grass, healthy tress, small flowers, a small pond, and a fawn that was near. In his head it represented peace and tranquility. He had to find his peace of mind because he was getting really stressed out lately. Since Nurah hasn't given him any word on whether she would like to be painted, he had to find inspiration somewhere else.

Just when he was about to get in his zone someone had knocked on his door. He frowned and waited if the person got the wrong apartment door, but once he heard knocking again he got up to his feet. Zayn grabbed his shirt to throw it over his head as he walked over to the door. Looking through the peephole he saw a head full of curls and that's when he opened the door. Nurah told there with a small smile on her face, and with a long sleeve shirt and jeans that barely protected her from the cold.

"What are you doing here baby? Did you actually walk here? It's cold and you should have a fuckin' jacket on," Zayn guided her inside, closing and locking the door behind him so that cool air wouldn't sneak inside of his warm apartment. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly, then asking. "Are you warm yet?"

"M'fine Zayn," she murmurs in his chest, but he guessed that meant to hug her tighter.

"It's really late, aren't you suppose to be sleep?" Zayn wonders looking down at her.

"I couldn't sleep," Nurah tells him as she looped her arms around his neck. "I've been thinking about you way too much so I decided to come and tell you something."

"And that is?" He asked raising a brow up as his hands found their way on her hips.

"I'll be your muse Zayn. I'll let you paint me," Nurah told him with gleaming eyes.

Zayn nearly choked on air, wondering how in the hell was that possible anyways, "H-Holy shit, are you serious?"

"Yeah, I thought about it for a while and decided that it would be an honor to let you—the greatest artist I have ever known in my entire life—paint me," she cheesed.

"My god Nurah, that would make me the happiest man in the world," he sighed out contently as he nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck. "Thank you so fuckin' much."

She cupped his face to make him look at her. The smile on his face made her smile and she couldn't shake off the feelings that she had for this man. She stroked his cheek with her thumb softly, "Anything for you my lil Leonardo da Vinci," she beamed before she pulled his face in for a sweet kiss.

Just like that, the two became wrapped all up in their emotions in an instant. The kiss grew hot over some time and the temperature began to rise. He pushed her against the wall, kissing her hungrily and with haste as she tugged on his hair. The only time they pulled away was to catch their breaths, but their lips remained locked for the time being. His hands slid down from her hips to her ass. Squeezing her backside and groping it with his large hands. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest when he pushed his body up against hers, but she loved it. Soft grunts and tiny moans left their mouths here and there. And this is when they knew that they both wanted each other badly.

"Let's take this to your bedroom, yeah?" Nurah slyly suggests as she bit her bottom lip, giving him the look.

"I like your thinking," Zayn chuckles taking her hand and guiding her to his bedroom.