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When you first reunited with Zayne you had thought he had only grown colder, more distant, with time. It was a little embarrassing, honestly, how your heart had practically crawled out of your chest to get to him that first day in his office. All the while he had seemed so aloof, untouchable, that you had almost given up before you began.
You were glad you didn’t. With time you learned he was not unfeeling or distant. On the contrary, he felt deeply - especially about you. He was just... reserved. He kept a tight leash on his emotions which, in turn, kept a firm hold on his Evol abilities.
Through careful observation you had learned ways to worm your way beneath his facade. Surprisingly, despite his outward scolding, he welcomed you there. A careful brush of your hand across his lower back made him jolt and your breath on his neck made his ears go red. He was an insufferable tease himself, too, prone to winding you up until you spun like a top all while he watched with a barely-there smile on his lips.
All that to say Zayne was not some untouchable surgeon, removed from human emotion, he just kept himself under control. You admired it. Mostly.
Sometimes, though, it infuriated you.
Like when you tried to seduce him, to coax him into your bed with a delicate hand on his chest only for him to smirk, grab your wrist, and teasingly say, “That isn’t my weak spot.”
Or when you hooked a finger into his belt loop and dragged him towards you by his hips. You could feel him against your stomach, maddeningly hard, and thought perhaps he would finally snap. Would he kiss you? Touch you the way you had dreamed of? Instead, he had brushed a hand over your hair and said, “Do you want me to pretend nothing happened?”
It had gotten worse recently. Every night you dreamt of Zayne, his body over yours as he panted and moved between your legs. You woke up aching and desperate, yet very very alone. You had ramped up your teasing, to no avail.
Finally, you had decided to go nuclear. You lay on your back in bed, phone clutched tightly in your hand as you stared at your open conversation. The picture was risque, but not overly graphic. You hoped he wouldn’t open it in the hospital’s lunch room but it wouldn’t get him fired if his boss saw it. Probably.
It was mostly just cleavage.
The neckline of your shirt pulled down to reveal a hint of the lacy black material of your bra and the swell of your breasts where they spilled over the top. Your arm beneath them, just out of frame, made the bra seem much more ill-fitting than it truly was. The focus, you hoped, was the small snowflake pendant nestled in the lush line of your cleavage.
You had added a single line of text: I got a new necklace - do you like it?
He read it almost immediately. You hoped perhaps he would stare at it for a while, would have to deliberate on what to say, or maybe even tell you he was on his way over. Instead, his reply just made you huff.
You normally wear gold jewellery, do you not?
You groaned, teeth set as you typed a response, Yeah, but I thought it was pretty.
It reminded you of him when you saw it in the store. Putting it on felt nice, like you were saying you were his.
Interesting.
You threw your phone onto the bed and fell back onto your pillows. When you got like this, desperate for his affection, less than pleasant thoughts crawled into your head like worms. Maybe he was just not attracted to you? He loved you, that was for certain, but you had never struggled to get a guy to sleep with you before - especially not a boyfriend.
Perhaps your body was the problem or perhaps you just had so little sex appeal he found it easy to control any other urges. You knew it was insecurity talking, but it still made your throat tight and your eyes wet.
You didn’t text him for the rest of the night. It was petty but you were feeling petulant, so you burrowed into your blankets and tried to sleep.
In the morning, though, you had no choice but to speak to him. You had plans to go for breakfast, since you both had the day off, and he was picking you up.
You put extra thought into your outfit. An extra short skirt over dark tights, for plausible deniability, and a tight fitting sweater. You wore the necklace, too, though you hid it under your sweater. Just in case.
As you waited for him to text you that he had arrived, you chewed on your lip. If you were being mature, you would just ask him. What if he just wasn’t interested in sex? Were you being ridiculous and overbearing, expecting him to want to fall into bed with you? You were ashamed to admit it ate at you.
When your phone buzzed, harsh against the coffee table, it made you flinch.
I’m here.
You snatched it up and grabbed your purse before heading downstairs. He idled outside the front door. You were taken aback by the sight of him. As always. He was just so striking - sharp features and soft hair and intense eyes.
Did he think anything so complimentary when he looked at you?
You swallowed the thought and crossed the pavement towards him. As always, Zayne got out of the car and opened your door for you.
“Good morning,” He smiled at you, the barely-there expression that somehow lit up his eyes.
“Morning,” You glanced away, cheeks going hot beneath his gaze, and climbed into the car.
He stared at you for a moment, through the open door, with a familiar look on his face. He was calculating your emotions, trying to see if you were upset about something and, if you were, if it was something he could fix.
You avoided his gaze and wrapped your arms around your midsection. Sitting down made your skirt ride up further and you were briefly embarrassed that you chose it now that you could see how much it revealed, even with the dark tights.
Zayne closed the door.
The cafe wasn’t far but the silence in the car was so suffocating it felt like hours. Normally, you would try to coax conversation out of him but you weren’t feeling particularly chatty. You kept your gaze fixed out of the window as the street rolled by outside.
The lot was busy, barely any spaces free. Out of instinct you pointed one out around the corner from the door.
“Hm,” Zayne hummed, pulling into the spot, “It is always much easier parking when you are with me.”
You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye and found him already looking at you. Despite the anxious ball of emotions in your chest, you held his gaze. It was always hard to look away from him.
“If something is bothering you, you can tell me,” He put his hand on the back of your seat, looming in a little closer.
“I’m fine,” You said, but you could feel the beginnings of a shaky frown on your lips. You mentally begged him not to say anything.
“Alright,” He smoothed a hand over your hair, “When you decide you want to tell me, I’m all ears.”
Zayne was not the kind of person to fill awkward silences. So, without your constant chatter, you could not help but feel the grime of social awkwardness settle over you as you waited in line to order. You had almost convinced yourself you were overreacting until you got to the cashier and she smiled at Zayne. Not a normal, customer service smile either - a flirting smile. Any woman could tell the difference.
To his credit, Zayne did not react. He placed both of your orders without so much as a twitch of his face and chose a table for you two near the window. Still, it hit you like a punch to the gut and sent you spiralling into a pit of wallowing. You just wanted to climb into bed and pretend you didn’t exist.
Your own boyfriend was unswayed by your attempts at affection, probably because he found you repugnant, and other women were fawning over him in front of you! People probably didn’t even think you were dating with how little he touched you.
Under the table, Zayne’s foot tapped yours. As if he could read your mind. You jumped, dragged out of your thoughts, and looked at him. He tilted his head at you, silently inquisitive.
“I’m really fine,” You waved him off, “Just something stupid.”
The server appeared then, the same woman from behind the cash register, and set your orders down on the table. She barely looked at you, instead opting to tuck her hair behind her ear and smile at Zayne again.
“Did you need anything else?”
Zayne kept his eyes on you, “No, thank you.”
The woman nodded and disappeared back to the register. You used the opportunity to look away, grabbing your coffee and pastry and dragging it across the table towards you.
Beneath the table, you felt Zayne move his foot. He hooked it behind your crossed ankles and pulled your legs closer. You glanced at him, cheeks burning. He was not looking at you, instead sipping his coffee and staring innocently out the window.
You finished breakfast in silence. Your thoughts and your heart raced, as if they were trying to see which would make you drop dead first. As you left the cafe, Zayne leaned down next to your ear, voice smooth as silk.
“I know we had originally planned on going for a walk,” He said, “But perhaps I should take you home.”
Your heart sank. You swallowed the lump in your throat.
“Alright.”
The drive back was equally silent. You waited for Zayne to pull up in front of your building and let you out but, to your surprise, he pulled into one of the visitor’s parking spaces and turned off the engine.
You glanced at him, about to ask him what he was doing, but the look on his face stole the words from your mouth. He looked worried, brow furrowed and a frown on his lips. He reached forwards and caught your chin between his pointer finger and his thumb.
Your heart, the traitorous thing, exploded in your chest. Your cheeks went hot and red and your breath turned shallow. You wanted so much more. You wanted him to touch you and touch you and never stop.
“You do not appear to be sick,” He said softly, “You don’t have a fever.”
“What?” You asked, voice trembling, “I’m not sick.”
“Then please tell me what is wrong,” He released your chin and smoothed his palm up over your cheek, gently cradling your face, “I know something is troubling you, but I cannot figure out what I did.”
You sighed, a wisp-thin noise, and closed your eyes, leaning into his touch, “It’s stupid.”
There was a long moment of silence. You indulged in the feel of his hand, the sheer thrill of his proximity, memorizing the feeling in case he decided to never be as affection again.
“Ah,” It was a familiar noise, one he made when he had figured something out, “I have been neglecting you.”
Your eyes flew open, “What? No! Zayne -”
He smiled at you, soft and small, “Have I not told you a thousand times to simply tell me what you want and I will do it?”
“I...” You looked away.
“Some things I can guess, like bringing you coffee and planning dates,” He leaned across the centre console, so close your foreheads almost touched, “But I make great efforts to control myself physically. It is important - as a surgeon and because of my Evol. I am someone who does not do anything in half measures. It does not mean you have no effect on me.”
Your breath caught in your throat. He had noticed? You... had an effect on him? You swallowed hard. He was so close you could only see the forest of his eyes.
“I was worried you just didn’t want me,” You paused, blush intensifying, “Physically.”
For once, Zayne looked surprised. He leaned back, the tips of his ears going red.
“I did not mean to give you that impression,” His eyes went dark, half-lidded, and he leaned closer, “It would only be polite of me to rectify that, would it not?”
You didn’t get a chance to even think of a response before he caught your face in both hands and kissed you.
Everything about Zayne was solid and unyielding - his kisses were no different. His mouth moved over yours with the force of a frigid winter’s wind, firmly bringing you to heel. A whimper escaped you as you rushed to kiss him back, frantic and trembling. You grabbed needy fistfuls of the front of his jacket, dragging him closer.
“Please,” You whimpered against his mouth, leaning as close as you could with the gear shift between you, “Zayne.”
One of his hands slid to the back of your neck, long fingers strong at the base of your skull, and he pulled back enough to speak, “There’s no need to beg.”
Suddenly, he released you. You sucked in a sharp breath as his hands left your body and you found yourself chasing him, leaning further across the centre console.
“We should go inside,” He unbuckled his seat belt and reached for the door, “I have no interest in anyone else seeing what I am going to do to you.”
You had never got out of a car faster. Your panties were already sticky, clinging to your body, and your legs trembled as you followed him into the building. You had to stuff your hands into your pockets to keep yourself from touching him in the elevator.
When you got to the door of your apartment, your hands were shaking so much you could barely get the key in the lock. It wasn’t until Zayne, composed and steady, caught your hand in his and guided it into the lock that you managed. The motion was innocent. Helpful, even.
However, it set your body on fire. All you could imagine was if it was him in your hand instead, and he was helping you guide his cock between your legs.
You whirled on him the second the door closed, pressing him back against it and craning your neck up to kiss him again. Zayne caught you around the waist and crushed you to him, leaning down over you to deepen the kiss.
A whimper parted your mouth for him and he passed his tongue over yours, the bitter taste of his coffee blooming in your mouth. You never wanted to stop kissing him, truly, but suddenly he shifted and slid his knee between your thighs. You broke the kiss on a long moan, your head tilting back at the delicious friction against the heat between your legs.
“Zayne,” You panted, “I can’t wait any longer.”
“Can’t wait for what?” He traced his lips up your throat, “I told you, you need to tell me.”
Irritation bloomed under your arousal and you pulled back enough to slide your hand between you. You pressed over the front of his pants, finding him hard and straining against the fabric. He breathed like the air had been punched from his lungs, heavy and shaky against your throat.
“Is this your weak spot?” You teased, cupping the heavy weight of his cock in your palm.
“You are my weak spot,” He murmured, hips twitching against your hand.
“Then act like it,” You begged, voice going needy again, “Show me.”
Your back hit the bed before you could even register he had lifted you and taken you to the bedroom. You bounced against the mattress, scrambling up to the pillows as Zayne stood at the foot of the bed. You reached for the zipper on the back of your skirt but he stopped you, surging in close and grabbing your wrist in his hand.
“I believe that is my job,” He caught the zipper and pulled it down, peeling the skirt off your body to reveal the sheer, dark tights over your skin.
Your sweater went next, leaving you shivering in only your bra and tights. Your necklace, the pretty new snowflake pendant, caught the light coming in from the window. Zayne went still for a moment before groaning.
He leaned down over you, braced on his forearms, and pressed his mouth to the swell of your breasts. You could feel him pass over the pendant, breathing hard against your skin, and press a kiss to the skin beneath it. You gasped, hips lifting instinctively.
“I got that picture when I got home,” He spoke against your skin as if it would save him the embarrassment his words brought, “I could not even make it to my bedroom. I touched myself on the couch.”
“You -?”
Whatever you were going to ask abruptly left you. Instead, you cupped his chin in your hands and lifted his head.
“Show me,” You pleaded, mouth hanging open as you panted, “Show me what you did.”
He looked away, face burning red, “Very well.”
Zayne sat up and peeled off his sweater, then the dark t-shirt beneath it. He was built like a statue, broad and strong with a dark strip of hair just above the waistband of his pants. Your sticky-wet cunt clenched on nothing between your legs.
He stepped off the bed to remove his pants and underwear in one swift motion, no hint of shame. You immediately understood why. His cock was delicious - long and thick, flushed red at the tip, softened by a thatch of dark hair at the base. You could not decide if you wanted it in your mouth or between your legs.
Zayne returned to you on the bed, jostling your legs apart so he could kneel between them. You opened your mouth to tease him but he suddenly caught your hips in both hands and dragged you into his lap.
Now you were splayed open on his thighs, the thin material of your tights and the soaking wet cotton of your panties the only thing separating you from the length of his cock. You whined, hips lifting and writhing.
He put a hand to your lower stomach, pressing down until you went still, “You told me to show you.”
Zayne fisted his cock with one hand and began to stroke it - practiced and efficient. He twisted his wrist at the top, dragging his palm over the head, and grew quiet. The only noises he made were low, weak pants of breath, but it was so captivating you could not look away.
His cock was wet with precum, more than you had ever seen another man produce, and you could hear the rhythmic noises of it as he passed his fist over his cock again and again. After several long moments, when the poor head was nearly purple, you reached a hand between your legs. You could barely stand it anymore, the tension beneath your panties.
You were sensitive even beneath the fabric so just the lightest touch of your fingers over your swollen clit made your hips buck. Zayne abruptly stopped, releasing his cock, and batted your hand away.
“I believe this is my job also,” He pressed his thumb against where your hand had been, firm and unyielding, “If you wanted to come you just needed to ask.”
Your back bowed off the bed as pleasure tore through you. You gasped and gripped the sheets, rational thought fleeing your mind. The pressure was dizzying, the motion just right, and you felt yourself hurtling towards an explosive orgasm.
Blindly, you found his arm with your hand and dug your nails into his skin, “Zayne!”
“Yes?” He leaned over you, mouthing your throat.
“Please!”
“Please what?” He teased, slowing his movement.
“Fuck me,” You whimpered, “I want to come when you’re inside me.”
“What a reasonable request.”
Zayne lifted off of you to relieve you of your bra and peel your tights and panties down your legs. A string of wetness clung to the fabric, revealing the mess you had made in your pants. Zayne looked at you silently, eyes dark, as he tossed the fabric to one side.
“Where are your condoms?” He glanced at your bedside drawer.
“No,” You whined, lifting your hips until his cock slid against your folds, “Don’t need one.”
He went still and grasped your hips in both hands, looming over you, “What?”
“You of all people know I’m clean,” You said, breathless, “And that I’m on birth control.”
You could see his brain working, all the logical and rational parts of him in overdrive. You whimpered, clutching at his shoulders.
“Zayne, please,” You begged, “I want to feel you.”
That broke him. He put a thumb to the base of his cock and pressed it down until the head lined up with your entrance. You whined and writhed, trying to get the tip of him inside you.
“Since you asked so nicely,” He filled you in one smooth, deep stroke. You swore you could feel him in your throat.
“Yes!” You gasped, “Yes!”
“Is this what you wanted?” He spoke against your throat, hooking both arms beneath your knees to deepen the angle.
“Every day!” You clutched at his shoulders, head thrown back against the pillows, “I dream of you fucking me, Zayne.”
“I warned you,” He murmured, “I do not do anything in half measures.”
“What - ah!” You lost your words as he drove home again, his thumb finding your clit, “What do you mean?”
“If I had it my way I would have you every day,” He groaned against your chest, laving kisses over your breasts as they shook, “I did not touch you because if I did I would need you all the time.”
“How is that a bad - fuck!” Your back arched up off the bed, your mouth hanging open, “There! Like that!”
“The next time you are in my office I’m going to eat this delicious cunt on my desk,” He breathed, “I am going to fold you over the back of the couch every time I come into your apartment. I will have you in my car, on my balcony, everywhere.”
“Please, yes!” You begged, your orgasm rushing over you, “I’m going to come!”
“That’s it,” He whispered, panting against your skin, “Let me feel you.”
You came with a jolt, your body going taut and your eyes rolling back in your head. Most of the men you had slept with were just fine and the orgasms they gave you, if any, were mediocre at best. This, though? This was divinity. You felt like your body had been thoroughly worshipped, like Zayne had spent millenia learning to play you like a fiddle.
He loomed over you as you came, fucking you through the convulsions, “I am so glad I prescribed you that birth control.”
Zayne drove himself deep with one brutal stroke. You could feel his cock twitch inside you as he came, flooding your sticky cunt. It was too much for you to hold and some of it leaked out, dripping down onto the bed beneath you.
You were boneless, could barely summon a noise of protest when he pulled out of you. Zayne kissed your forehead, “I will be right back.”
He cleaned you both up and rolled you gently onto the other side of the bed, pulling you onto his chest. He was cool to the touch, a balm against your overheated skin.
“Did you truly believe I was not attracted to you?”
Your face flushed and you pressed it into the curve of his neck, “Zayne, you barely ever kissed me! You never even reacted to any of my advances! I sent you a titty picture and you didn’t even compliment them!”
He huffed a laugh against your hair.
“I mean it!” You pushed yourself up to glare at him but your arms were shaking and quickly gave out, sending you face-planting into his chest.
“They are certainly spectacular,” He smoothed his hand down your back, “I just... I didn’t want to overwhelm you or lose control. It worries me.”
“You would never hurt me.”
“Not on purpose,” He agreed, “But you have seen my Evol act of its own accord. I feel more for you than I do for anyone else in the entire world. If it were to react to my emotions it is much more likely it would do it around you.”
You pressed a kiss to his chest, in the dip of his collarbone, “I’m sorry if I pressured you.”
“You absolutely did not,” He said, “I would have given in eventually. I did not even think of how it would make you feel.”
“Well, as long as you’re not all talk,” You peered up at him through your lashes, draping a leg over his, “You are certainly going to make it up to me.”
Zayne smoothed his hand over your hip and around, clasping the curve of your ass, “Shall we consider it practice for controlling my Evol?”
“What a good idea,” You grinned, “As expected from you.”
He kissed you again, rolled you over into the sheets and covered your body with his until night came.