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Zoey really should get up.
But she didn’t want to.
It was still early morning. The sun had risen hours ago, soft tendrils slipping past the blinds covering her windows. She closed her eyes to it and nuzzled her cheek to the top of your head, inhaling your scent.
You were spread out atop her, using her chest as your pillows, one hand grasping the hem of her shirt as if afraid she might leave. You were positively adorable like this. How could Zoey’s heart ever stand a chance against a sight?
In all honesty, Zoey could spend the rest of her life in this moment, lying across a warm bed with you curled atop her. God could strike her down right this moment, and she would die happy. The only downside was that you might be sad if that happened, and Zoey did not want that to happen. She'd rather die than be the cause of you feeling sad.
As if agreeing, you mumbled something in your sleep, snuggling deeper against her.
“How can you be so cute?” Zoey whispered, leaning her head back with a long sigh. Her heart was already aching from all the affection she carried for you. Another sleepy sound, and with it another arrow through her heart.
Smiling, Zoey’s hands began gently wandering up and down your bare sides, tracing the curves of your body with too-light of touches.
That was enough to make you stir.
“Good morning,” Zoey whispered, opening her eyes to watch you, her expression warm, matching the warmth spreading across her chest. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
You hummed and made no move to get off her. Tendrils of the morning light caressed your skin, giving you a heavenly glow. “How long have you been up?” you asked with a yawn.
“Not too long,” was the answer, Zoey’s hands still tracing your body, intimate, but without the hunger for anything more. She simply wanted to touch you, feel you. Part of her was still unable to believe you were real if she did not feel the warmth of your body under her hands.
Nodding, you slowly pushed yourself onto your elbows to get a better look at her, a smile you saved only for Zoey gracing your features as the idol let one of her hands slide up and up until she was cradling your cheek. You sleepily pressed your face into her palm, tired eyes fluttering shut once more.
It felt like Zoey was holding the entire world in her hand.
Unfair. Completely unfair. You were just so…perfect. It wasn’t fair how easily you made Zoey feel like a gooey mess on the inside.
If she were to write a song about you, it would be about how her entire world had changed the moment she met you. About the months of longing and pining, not knowing how to talk to you, how to confess to you, about how badly Zoey had wanted to give you her heart.
She eventually did. Found the courage to confess her feelings. Zoey gave you her heart, and you treated it like the most valuable, fragile treasure, treated it with softness and tenderness.
It truly wasn’t fair. But Zoey wouldn’t give it up for anything.
As cliché as it might be, when Zoey was with you, the world seemed warmer, brighter, and beautiful. Just like you. When she was with you, the world finally felt right. When she was with you, she felt at home.
You shifted your head to press a kiss to her palm. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” you asked her, voice still soft with sleep.
Zoey smiled. “Just thinking about us,” she said easily as she leaned forward, pressing her forehead to yours, “thinking about how much I love you.”
“I love you too, Zoey,” you murmured, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips.
It was a slow kiss. Tender. Both were taking their time, showing each other how they felt. Zoey’s hand moved down, gently caressing the back of your neck while one of your hands moved up her stomach, fingers spreading across her ribs.
It didn’t matter if it was their first kiss, their second, their tenth, or their hundredth. Each time Zoey kissed you, she felt fireworks in the back of her mind; she felt like she would melt under the softest pressure of your lips on hers. Each kiss addictive, leaving her craving more another, and another, and another.
Hot breaths mingled in the air between them, slow hands touching each other, mapping out their bodies, as if they might forget what the other felt like if they pulled away.
It wasn’t a particularly long kiss; it didn’t need to be. Once the kiss was over, Zoey let herself flop back to her back. You curled up to her side once more, holding each other.
“We should get up,” you murmured into her collar.
They should, but Zoey really didn’t want to. Getting up meant letting go of you, and that was a deal breaker. “And leave the safety and warmth of our bed? Never.”
You laughed, hand playing with the loose strands of Zoey’s hair. “We’ll need to get up, eventually. I want to at least take you on a Valentine’s date before Valentine’s is over.”
Giving up the comfort of cuddling with you in bed in favor of a date with you instead? Tempting…tempting…
“It depends,” Zoey said, letting her tone shift to something more playful, feeling like a businessman making a trade deal. “Am I going to get more kisses and cuddles if we leave the bed?”
Another laugh—it was brighter, lovelier, than any sound she or Huntr/x had ever made in their music. Zoey was addicted to the sound—and your hand found hers, interlocking your fingers together. “If you think I’m going to be able to keep my hands off you once we’ve gotten up, then you don’t know me at all.”
And if that didn’t get her heart racing and face burning, Zoey wasn’t sure what would. She could picture it so clearly; you and her on a date, with you pulling Zoey to hidden corners and empty rooms just to lavish her with kisses until Zoey’s legs gave out under her.
She really hoped that you planned to do that on the date.
“Careful, you’re going to get my hopes up.”
You smiled, bringing your linked hands up so that you could press a soft kiss to each one of Zoey’s knuckles.
Oh, how was Zoey supposed to not melt when you did things like that? How was she supposed to not swoon when your other hand came up, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek, guiding Zoey’s mouth back to yours.
Zoey sighed into the kiss, closed her eyes as you tilted your head to let your lips brush over her cheek, your teeth grazing at her jaw.
“I’m not complaining, but…if this is your master plan of getting me out of bed…you might want to rethink your stra-ah-tegy,” Zoey’s laugh turned into a quiet moan as your kisses worked their way to her neck, kissing and biting softly, just enough to make her squirm.
“Is that what you think?” you asked playfully, your hand slipping under Zoey’s shirt, tracing soft skin, running your nails lightly across the lines of muscle as you placed another kiss, feeling the way her throat bobbed under your lips.
Zoey closed her eyes, her hands gently holding you closer, “Mhm. I just want to s-stay in bed with you even more.” Wanted to keep doing this and more with you.
And you must have understood that. Because you pulled away, a mischievous look like a coy little fox in your eyes as you detached yourself from her.
“Why did’ya stop?” Zoey asked with a pitiful whine. You had climbed completely out of bed now, too far away for her to grab you and pull you back in, now.
Your smile only widened, “I suppose if you want more kisses…you’ll just have to get out of bed.”
Oh, you were evil.
Her beautiful, lovely, evil partner. Denying her kisses and the like, all with such a lovely smile.
Fine, if that’s what you want, then she’d get out of bed. Then she’s gonna drag you into a life-altering kiss as payback, and then she’s going to kiss you crazy on your date so that everyone knows who loves you the most.
Though judging by your amused expression, that might be exactly what you wanted.