A Collection of Imagines

Zayn

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He did a really good job. The paint that's smeared across the canvas creates a magnificent picture of swirls and comic strip "POW" and "ZAP". He's getting so good at it. I really wish that he would show his stuff to a gallery. I believe they would take his stuff in a heartbeat.

I go to the sink in my studio to wash off the red and orange paint off my hands. Before I turn the water on, I hear a shuffle in the doorway. I don't turn around, because I already know what I would see. Her leaning against the door frame with her eyes glued to the painting I just finished. I love how she loves everything I do, whether I like it or not.

I see him in the corner, washing his hands in the sink. His dyed blonde hair stands at a point and he isn't wearing a shirt. I knew that he would be here the second he got out of bed. The second I didn't see him sleeping next to me and I just assumed he would be here. This is one of his true passions. Aside from music.

I hear her footsteps pad against the hardwood floors as she walks closer to me. I press my hands against the edge of the sink, leaning forward. Waiting for her embrace. But it doesn't come, yet I know she's still there.

I walk up behind him as quietly as I can. He puts his weight on the edge of the sink, making the muscles in his arms and back stand at a point. The tattooed design on his back almost disappears in between his shoulder blades. I take a moment to examine every inch of him. His arms are decorated to the max with creative fragments that explain everything about him. How express and admirable.

I take a deep inhale. I can feel her gaze on my back. I'm in her full control. Suddenly, I feel her hands on me.

I go to trace his back tattoo with my fingers. As I place it down, he shivers slightly, causing me to place my whole hand in between his shoulder blades. My hand trails down his back before I place my other hand on his left shoulder, making that one move down his left arm slowly. His soft skin grazes my palms. My right hand moves from his back to his lower stomach, collectively gathering my arms around to embrace him from behind. I step closer and place my lips on the skin of his shoulder blades. Closing my eyes at the contact.

She wraps her arms around me. Placing a kiss on my right shoulder. The gesture makes me close my eyes. I take one of my arms off of the sink and put them on her hand, staying stagnant on my stomach. God, why does this feel so good? I turn around to face her.

He moves and I'm left with this immense amount of warmth. His golden eyes go to his shirt that I'm wearing. I stand still under his gaze. His expression is illegible as he pinches the bottom of his t-shirt with his pointer fingers and thumbs. They brush against the tops of my thighs. Just as lightly as he brushes paint against a canvas.

The fabric of my shirt looks perfect against her skin. Almost like it was meant for her. I push my hands under the material and bring them to her hips, just above her underwear. I pull her closer to me and her arms go around my neck. She giggles, considering I do this so abruptly.

He quickly pulls me closer to him. I laugh and wrap my arms around his neck. His eyes still stares at his shirt. I trail my arms down so the only thing touching his neck are my two hands. When he finally looks at me, he leans against the sink and pulls me between his clothed legs. I smile. His face leans forward to cover my smile with his lips.

I kiss her out of impulse. Her lips feel like home to me. I know that probably sounds weird, but that's how I would describe it. Home. My grip tightens around her hips. The material of her underwear and my shirt brushes against the skin of my wrists. Home.

My hands rise up to the bottom of his head, feeling the slightly buzzed haircut. This is a familiar feeling. It's like home. Yeah, home. Something that you have become so accustomed to, but still feel the thrill of. His lips let go of mine and his forehead moves to mine. His eyes are closed and his breath in sync with mine. Home.

I move my head from her forehead to her shoulder. I rest my ear on it and my nose is on her neck. I breathe in her scent and I sigh. Her hand goes from my neck and up to the top of my scalp. Back and forth. I want to stay here forever in my studio with her in my t-shirt and my head on her shoulder. I place my lips on her neck. Yeah, this is home.