z.b (imagines) [💭]

pillow talk

306 words
a short one 🤷🏽

     The two of you seemed to have woken up at the crack of dawn for no apparent reason. You turn over on your side facing Zak, taking notice that his eyes are open, getting used to the soft light pouring into the bedroom. "What are you doing up so early?" you ask him, he only smirks in response, closing his eyes. "I'm gonna have to throw that question right back at ya.." you smile at his response. "Don't know, I guess my body is just so used to waking up as early as-" you turn over to check the clock on your bedside table. "seven in the morning" Zak's eyes go wide, or at least semi wide. "It's early as hell, damn." you laugh lightly at his sudden shock. "We obviously don't have to get up for another 4 hours, so there's no use in trying to wake ourselves up." he nods at your words, grabbing your waist and pulling your front into his. "Then we can literally pretend we're sleeping in.." you shake your head and roll your eyes. "Sure Zak, whatever you want"

     After a while, the alarm wakes you, making you jump. You sigh, leaning over to hit the dismiss button. Just as you were about to swing your legs over the bed and onto the floor, strong arms grip your waist tightly. Zak groans, silently complaining and begging you to stay. "Come on Zak, we gotta get up and head to the location.." you gently slap his hands that have become glued to your hips. He groans again, arms holding you tighter. "Zak. Seriously get the fuck up.." you start pinching him now, not getting a single reaction out of him. Sooner or later he eventually let's you go, allowing the both of you to get ready for the long day ahead.