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Melody Of Love
By: Perfectly_just3
"Does a woman really need this many vinyls?" Zayne asks with a confused look on his face. "Uh, yes! I need to put my record player to good use, Dr Zayne." I reply. "Who even are...some of these people" he asks, looking at them front to back. I stop. Dead in my tracks. He gives me a look, still cold but like he knows he's messed up. "Run that by me again...zayne?" I say, my eye twitches slightly. "I have a feeling I am going to regret asking that..."
"Lets just start off with one genre...do you know any RNB artists?" I sat on the floor with all my records while zayne sat in one of my chairs set by the crackling faux fire. "I know...Michael Jackson...?" He stumbles, less confident then I've ever seen him. "Okay! Great start! Anyone else...?" I ask, thinking he will know adlest three more. "Beyonce....and that's it." He says surley, as if his answer of two of the most famous people ever would suffice his musical nerd of a girlfreind. "You really only listen to classical?" I ask dumbfounded. "Mhm." He gives a firm nod.
"Okay...I'm gonna give you a list. Just...uh...tell me if you've heard any aside from the previous ones you've stated." I say, pulling out a list of RNB singers from my phone. He nods, leaning down a little so our faces are closer and he can hear me better. "Ahem: Beyonce, Michael Jackson, Lauren Hill, Janet Jackson, Brandy, Monica, Aaliyah, Ashanti, Jill Scott, Frank Ocean, Floetry, Brent Fiyaz..."
I can gather from the blank expression on his face nothing is clicking for him. "Come on zayne. Whitney, Luther, Mary J...Alicia Keys? Stevie Wonder? Anybody Zayne you're killing me!" He looks at me with a raised eyebrow. Since he always likes being cold, the fan pointed direct makes his hairs in the front flicker back and forth. "I know Stevie Wonder." he says with as much as a smile as he can musker. "I'll take it. But for now...as offended as I am, dear boyfriend...let's just start with MJ on your next day off." He gives a firm nod, we set up a night where he can come over and I can maybe give the man a little more spice.
**a few weeks later**
When Zayne finally had a night off early which lead into a day off the following day, for once his first instinct was to call his girlfriend now that he had one to call. "Y/N do you still want to..."operation: give me some taste"?" Zayne asked. "Of course love, come over. I made dinner already." I reply. And that night after we ate some creamy pasta I had made, we headed upstairs into the cool oasis of air that challenged the summer heat. Water in his hand and iced tea in mine as we clicked on the dim lamp, we put on our pajamas and I scurried through my records.
"Not thriller...hm...ah! Off the wall." I slide the smooth black vinyl out it's case and ran my fingers over it gently, slipping it unto the record player. "Thats a pretty player, Y/N." He said, sipping his water with an intense gaze on me. "Thank you. Now please buckle your seatbelt and get ready to groove" i say, pulling the pin down unto the record as it begins to spin. "Can you dance, my doctor?" I say, giving him a smirk, I can feel his gaze on my skin, the music had started and you could tell the effect it was having on his mood. "No, I have two left feet. But two perfectly good hands. Youll have to teach me."
I stand up infront of him, reaching my arms out towards him. "Lets dance then, doctor." "Right now?" he muses, raising a brow. "Is anybody watching?" I ask, taking his water and setting the frigid glass aside. By the time be stands and and gets into an okay position, the song has changed to "Rock with you". Smooth in its nature, I put my arms around his neck. By instinct, his hands moved to my waist, expecting to do ballroom style, when my body and hips began moving to the song. The feeling of my body actively moving at a differnt pace than him inside his hands made warm, it was visible on his face.
"I wanna rockkk with youu....what's wrong Dr zayne, don't like the groove?" I tease, zaynes hands nervously tighten on my hips, his evol begins to flare up, my hips become cold. "Hey...hey woah. Look at me." I cup his face, bringing him back to reality, the ice crawls back a little. "We can slow down...or even stop zayne. Let's go a little slower, there's nothing to worry...or stress about...it's okay to be flustered! We have all the time in the world."
He looks like he's about to cry as he nods down at me. I hold his hips the way he holds mine, his sensitive abdomen winces under my touch, so I move my hands higher, and gently sway him to the rhythm, showing him how to you move more than just your feet. Breaking this cacoon, this wall, this solid stone that is around him isn't easy. We get into a good groove and I'd like to think that's how our relationship is going. Maybe...one day he will be comfortable enough to cry around me.
The music continues as we move and groove. The title track comes on and I move apart from him, encouraging him to do the same, to which I receive a steady sway, which I'll take over nothing. "Yea! Get into it Zayne!" He chuckles slightly, moving a little more rhythmically. As the songs progress, and we drift back towards each other he suddenly pulls me in closer. "Come here." He says, leaving no room for question, not that I would. I came to face him, to which he pressed himself agasint me closer, pulling us both unto my bed in our pjs. "Zayne!!" The bed creaks slightly and before I know it I'm being pulled into his lap.
At the perfect time a perfect love song comes on, I want to sing to him, as I look down at him, tracing his scars. Itching, craving to know each of their origins and do my part in erasing them even in the slightest. "I'm not quiet sure I understand this one darling." He says looking at the vinyl then me. "Well, he's saying that he can't help loving the woman he loves, and never could. But if he could, some how, he wouldn't." He ponders it before it clicks, and he reaches up to pull me down unto his chest. His icy heart beating, and thawing.