What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 20|| Until We Meet Again- Zorbyn

Summary: Its time to go away for college

Zach's POV
" You know we can't be together, don't you?" My thumb tracing a gentle path across his cheek. Chocolate brown staring into ice-blue.

" Why can't we?" His plush skin nuzzling against my palm. The whispered words barely spoken.

" Because we'll be over 1400 miles apart."

" We could make that work. Couldn't we?" His gaze already glistened, a thin film of approaching tears leaving his pupils fat. The inky black engulfing my beloved ice-blue.

" You know we can't, Princess. This isn't some family trip. This is years. I don't think I can do that," I felt his warmth deplete a little. My words almost immediately regretted as I watched tears pool along his lids.

" Why can't you?" the whimper seeming to break his voice box," don't... d-don't you love me?"

" More than anything."

" Then why can't you?!" His shout something akin to a desperate whine. Corbyn was no more than a hurt child throwing a tantrum. There was no malice to his words, no matter their volume.

" Because we'll be apart for years, Corbyn!" The words coming out much harsher than I intended, but I was hurting too," you aren't stupid! You know we can't do that."

Hurt written into the wrinkles forming along his face. Hurt filling the shallow indents left by biting fangs. Hurt littering gorgeous blue with shadows. Hurt breaking the quiet whimper released from his throat.

I reached for out to him, moving slowly," Corbyn," his name no more than a breathy whisper. Hating that I had hurt him.

He only turned away from me. His back arching, body curling inward, hands tucking between his cheek and pillow. His poorly concealed sniffles breaking my heart. The crack growing longer with each and every one.

My lips parting to pass a heavy breath. Grabbing gently at his waist. Pulling the blonde into my chest," you know you'll always be my Baby, right? Even if I can't call you mine?"

" I know," whimpered after several long, silent seconds.

" And you know I'll always love you. No matter how long we're apart."

" I know, but I... I just...", Corbyn trailed of slowly, mumbling the last words for his ears only. A single corner of my mouth quirking while he played with my fingers. He had already forgiven me.

" You what, Baby?"

"... I don't... wanna let you go."

" What if I promised to wait for you? Would that make it better?" My lips nuzzling the plane of flesh between his shoulder blades. Longing for him to look at me.

" Y-you... you'd really wait for me?" He tugged gently at my fingers. Pouting at a hangnail.

" I'd wait forever, Baby boy. No matter how long it takes, I'll still love you when we meet again. I promise you I will," I turned him awkwardly in my arms. Working to wipe away his new tears, cupping his cheek afterwards. Unable to help the lovesick sparkle to my muddy pools," do you promise me?"

" Of course I do. I don't ever wanna lose you, Zach," his gaze holding the same gentle gleam. Fingers tracing the shallow grooves of my approaching abs.

" Then that's what we'll do. I'll let you go for now," my thumb never ending its gentle ministrations. My mouth pressing sweetly to Corbyn's forehead," we'll both go to college," lips trailing to his glabella. Pressing another kiss there," we'll finish college," the very tip of his nose," come back here," tracing the ridge of his Cupid's bow.

My lips then ghosting along his. The pairs meeting gentle. Sharing a long, passionate kiss. Dancing in perfect sync with their partner, having memorized the complex dance after the first few hundred times. Both pouring all they had into it. Savoring the taste of the other, the feeling of being together.

" And we can start over when we meet again."

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