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A week off.
He was given a full week off.
After working for three straight days and two nights without clocking out for more than a break, he survived off of infrequent naps that took place during his breaks, the medical director sent him home. Not just for a day or two, but for an entire week. Of course, the workaholic found this to be excessive. However, none of his attempts to convince the director otherwise worked. Ultimately, he ended up calling you to pick him up, saying he felt too tired to walk home.
You found him asleep on a bench near the hospital’s entrance upon arriving. “Zayne,” you gently called out, tapping his hand. His eyes shot open, sleep still apparent in his gaze, and he stared at you, almost seemingly annoyed at you for interrupting his slumber.
“What?”
“You asked me to pick you up, remember?”
“…right,” His eyes looked from you to your motorcycle. “I really don’t want to ride that thing,” he groaned, rubbing his temple.
“Stop being a baby, it’ll be fine,” you tugged him upright onto his feet.
“Your driving skills are questionable, last time I rode with you every other minute you were slamming on the breaks-”
“Would you rather walk?”
“No.”
“Then get on.”
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(I got lazy. In summary, you drive him home and he insists that you stay with him. “He carefully removed your helmet, lithe fingers brushing against your face “I just..please. I,” he sighed, “I don’t think I can sleep right now. And having you..laying beside me makes falling asleep virtually effortless.” His gaze softened as you enthusiastically agreed.
Your partner’s arm, which was wrapped around your waist, tugged at your hand. Confused, you spread your fingers only for him to lace his calloused digits with your, closing his palm so his hand embraced yours. You hummed, pleasantly surprised, and glanced at him only to see him scrolling through his phone like nothing happened. Soon his phone was long gone as his head, which seemed all too heavy for him, rested at your shoulder. Zayne’s eyelashes fluttered before he welcomed his dreams, your scented lotion aiding in his journey to sleep. Soon after drowsiness overtook you as well, you nodded off to the steady breaths of your partner. That was until you felt pressure on your breasts. Your eyes snapped open to investigate. Your jaw dropped as you saw your usually composed boyfriend unconsciously using your tits as pillows.
‘How the fuck did his head even get there?’ you questioned yourself. After debating on taking a picture to tease him with tomorrow, you chose to have mercy on him and instead let him rest. You fell asleep, mentally grinning at your partner’s actions.”)
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Consciousness slowly inched its way back into the worn-out man, his mind already starting to wander. Slowly, his dark eyes blinked open, taking in their surroundings. The doctor lifted his head as his hazy eyes gazed at nothing in particular while he soaked in his surroundings. Zayne sighed upon realizing he was home. His foggy mind slowly pieced together the events of the night before. He dropped his head back down and groaned into his pillow, remembering last night’s events at work. He also vaguely remembered his partner dropping him off at home, however he felt like he was forgetting something. He dug through his mind for memories until he recalled something “interesting”. His eyes widened as he realized they didn’t just escort him home, they slept over. In bed with him. His pupils dilated, ‘That explains why I can still smell their scent..’ he thought. He quickly raised his head off of the plush pillow and looked around for any sign of his sweetheart. After not seeing anything out of the ordinary, he contemptuously lugged himself out of bed and went to the living room in search of them.
‘He’s definitely going to be asleep for a while, I’ll just finish cooking and leave his breakfast in the fridge. Oh-maybe I’ll even put a cute note on it, with a blushing seal! He’d love that,’ you thought, scrambling eggs on medium-low heat. ‘I bet he’d never throw the note away either. He’s so sentimenta-’
“Good morning,” Zayne greeted, arms wrapping around you in an embrace as he placed his head on top of yours. He breathed in the scent of seasonings coming from the skillet. “Smells good.”
You froze for a second, the poor heart in your chest skipping a beat, “Thanks, and good morning to you too. Well, more like good afternoon. It’s three pm.”
“Really?” He checked the stove’s clock, which confirmed your statement. “It seems I overslept.”
“We overslept,” you corrected him, turning off the stove and splitting the eggs between his plate and yours, “I just woke up ten minutes ago.”
“We slept together, I believe. Is my memory correct?”
You blushed, scooping seasoned steamed rice onto both plates, “Well-yes. We slept together but didn’t “sleep” together if you know what I mean. We just shared a bed.”
“Yes, that was what I was referring to, us sharing a bed.”
You smiled at his bluntness, which never seemed to lose its charm. Your partner lowered his head, choosing your neck as his new resting spot. As you prepared the plates a sinister smile touched your lips,
“Zayne, I’ve never seen you as cuddly as last night. Who would have known that being deathly tired would make you a cuddle-bear!”
He instantaneously removed his head from your neck as he unwrapped his limbs from around you, “I…” Your partner let out an exasperated sigh, practically dragging his feet while he moved to sit at the kitchen table. “First, I was not “deathly tired,” I was just fatigued. Second, I have no recollection of what you are describing,” he lied.
“So you don’t remember holding me so tight that I couldn’t move? Or interlocking our hands together? Not even when you fell asleep with your head on my…”
“On your what?”
“You mean you don’t remember?”
He shifted his feet under the table, “Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” you turned to face him for a moment, “you just slept on my breasts for half the night.”
“. . . . .you're being truthful?”
“Of course I am, when have I ever lied to you?”
“I..was not aware. I apologize, sincerely. I understand if you do not wish to sleep wit-”
“Don’t you dare say that. It wasn’t on purpose, I forgive you. Plus..” you lowered your voice, “I don’t mind.” You turned off the electric stove, “My point from earlier still stands! You even cuddled me while your head was smothered in my-”
“I am suddenly able to recollect…cuddling with you. You do not need to describe it to me anymore,” your partner suddenly felt shy, his ears reddening.
“Uh-huh, I’m sure,” you teased, grabbing both plates and placing one in front of him before setting your own down and sitting vertically next to your partner. “I didn’t feel like making omurice because I got lazy, so instead it’s just scrambled eggs with spinach and onion with regular steamed rice.”
He smiled, shaking his head as he softly said your name, “Cooking for me after sleeping with me, how brazen. You spoil me.”
“Don’t say it like that,” you pouted, “and of course, I’m going to spoil you. You mean so much to me, and one of my favorite activities is to spoil you. Plus, sometimes you don’t take care of yourself as well as you should, so I enjoy helping you”
He stayed silent, staring lovingly at you. His lips twitched up, “I did not know you enjoyed…pampering me so much,” he moved his gaze to his plate, embarrassed. “Thank you for that. Even if I don’t feel like taking care of myself, you encourage me to. However, I don’t want you to feel like you have to watch over me. I am able to take care of myself, without supervision. And-”
“Zayne, you’re reading into my words too much. I was simply expressing that one of my love languages is spoiling you.”
“..oh..” he refused to meet your gaze as he ate.
“You’re so cute when you're embarrassed.”
“I’m not embarrassed, I’m simply…” he searched for a lie, but couldn’t think of one.
“Exactly.”
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After eating, Zayne did the dishes, insisting he should help out since you cooked. While he cleaned, you freshened up in the bathroom before laying back down in his bed, purposely resting on the side he was previously sleeping on. The soft sheets made falling back asleep easy, you swaying in and out of awareness. Just as you were about to cross the line of unconsciousness, the sliver of sight from your mostly closed eyes saw the blurry silhouette of Zayne standing over your form from the edge of the bed. You raised your hand to rub the sleep from your eyes as you wearily gazed at him. He stood, pokerfaced, unintentionally glaring at you.
“What are you doing?” his gaze trailed up and down your body that was nestled into his sheets.
“Trying to go back to sleep, something you should be doing.”
“My health monitor says I slept for over twelve hours, I don’t need anymore rest. Also, you’re avoiding the question. Why are you on my side of the bed?”
“Are you saying I have my own side of the bed?” the corner of your lips raised mischievously. “We slept together in your room once and now I have my own designated spot in your bed. Or rather..our bed.”
He continued scowling at you as his face heated, red glazing over the tips of his ears once more, “…”
You pulled back the sheets, scooting over, “Want to join me?”
“I’ll think about it. I’m going to shower and then maybe..maybe I’ll allow it,” he respired heavily, pulling the covers back over your form.
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You both laid in bed, your partner busy reading something that suspiciously looked medical and you busy with trying to convince him to stop reading the medical book.
“I’m wide awake,” Zayne defended himself, “I can’t just force myself to sleep. And I already told you I don’t need anymore rest-“
“Yes, you do. At least mental rest! You shouldn’t be worrying yourself about any medically related things! You should be scrolling through your socials, or watching a movie, or binging a series, or watching cute cat videos,” you removed the book from his hands and slide it under the bed before huffing as you lay back down beside your partner.
“Hmph..actually, I feel too uncomfortable to enjoy relaxing at the moment.”
Suddenly, he had your undivided attention, “What’s wrong?”
“My entire body feels stiff, especially my back and neck. It feels like I have a crook on the right side of my neck. And,” he rubbed at his neck, “you already know I get frequent back pain because I’m on my feet for a good portion of the day, sometimes even slumped over when performing sur-”
“Want me to massage you?”
His eyes widened as though you said something heinous, “I..I don’t see why not, if you’re up for it.”
“Great,” you smiled mischievously, “now take off your shirt.”
His ears and cheeks flushed, “You talk with such a suggestive connotation, it’s concerning how casually you do so.” Zayne shook his head, “You’re asking me to remove my clothing while we’re in bed together. You’re shameless.” He pulled his sleep shirt over his head, folding it before placing it on the nightstand beside him. “What position do you want me in?”
“Lay on your stomach,” you instructed, winking at him.
“…I’m concerned,” he said as he laid down with his head facing away from you.
“You should be,” you shimmied towards him before sitting up, maneuvering to straddle his lower back. Well defined muscles greeted you as you sat down.
“Got any lotion?”
“It’s in the bottom drawer of my nightstand- wait!”
You stopped just as your hand reached the handle, “what’s wrong-”
“Don’t open it,” Zayne snapped his head towards you, eyes narrowing as he furrowed his brows. He spoke sternly, “Look away for a moment.”
Blood rushed to your cheeks as you imagined what could be lying in the drawer. Grudgingly, you turned your head away. You heard the drawer quickly open and close. Your partner softly said you could turn your head back and gave you the bottle of lavender and jasmine scented lotion.
“Seems like someone’s been having some fun, huh?”
“Hush, you didn’t see anything, right?” he seemed anxious as he laid back down.
“No, I respect you enough not to look. But I can imagine all the fun things in that drawer.”
“…”
You squirt a generous amount of lotion on your palms before rubbing them together to warm the moisturizer, “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” you coo, placing your hands on either side of his neck before applying pressure as you squeezed the muscle.
“. . .”
“But, you know,” your hands rubbed down the loosening muscle, “I wouldn’t be opposed to you..demonstrating them for me.”
“Stop talking.”
“Fine, just think about it and enjoy yourself.”
“..I’ll think about it.”
You smiled.
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