“Tatiana, don’t you dare walk away.”

“Don’t call me that.”

I turn to face Zayn once again and cross my arms in frustration. He always comes back from touring jealous of a new guy he thinks I’m sleeping with. I can’t take it anymore. What’s the point of being with him if he’s always accusing me of cheating on him?

“Well, what do you expect me to think? I’m gone and you don’t answer your phone and then all of the sudden your all over Twitter, gallivanting around London with some arse. It’s the same thing every time, Tatiana. And of all people, it HAD to be him this time. It doesn’t’ help when you get all defensive.”

I scoff and turn to walk away, shaking my head in disbelief. It doesn’t matter what I say to him. He’ll always find a reason to blame me for something I didn’t even do. I understand this time a little more than most, but I honestly just ran into my ex on the street. What was I supposed to do? Punch him in the face and keep walking?

“I’m sick of this, Zayn. I didn’t do anything wrong! I said hello to him. Why would I cheat on you with Derek? I left him FOR you. Did you forget that?”

He seems to be making more sense of it all, but I don’t feel like arguing anymore.

“I’m gonna stay with Marcy. Welcome home, I guess.”

I approach the door without packing any of my things. I know it will blow over, but sometimes he needs some sort of separation to realize he’s being an idiot. As soon as my hand grips the knob, I feel his hand rest on my shoulder lightly.

“Tati…”

I turn and see the softness in his new expression. I tell myself, ‘turn around and leave. He’ll never learn if you keep giving in.’ I just can’t. I find myself, instead, letting my fingers brush through his hair. He pulls my purse off of my shoulder and I hear it thud on the ground as his arms snake around my waist. He pulls me in and places a sweet kiss on my lips, pushing my hair behind my ear. He pulls back and I look into his eyes, seeing the regret he feels for bringing it all up, and I kiss him again, this time with heated desire and no chance of us breaking away.

I push him backwards toward the living room and he turns us around so that he’s in control. He pushes me against the kitchen counter on our way to the bedroom, but we don’t make it any farther. He grinds his hips into mine and I rest my hands on the counter top, eventually pulling myself onto it. I spread my legs enough for him to stand between them and he leans his hips against the granite, pressing his lips to my neck. He pulls the skin under my jaw between his teeth and sucks harshly, leaving a sensitive area when he eventually pulls away. His hands run along my legs, lifting my skirt up so he can reach my upper thighs as he kisses my lips again and our mouths move together in unison. His tongue slides across my upper lip as he slips one hand between my legs, feeling me through my panties, making me moan lightly. I bring my hands to his hair and ruffle it as I lose control of my steady breathing as he pushes my panties aside and starts to rub small circles around my clit. It feels amazing, but it also feels like he’s just teasing me. I whimper as Zayn continues to kiss me and he gives in to my impatient entreaty, pushing two fingers into my wet entrance. His long fingers bend and push farther into me, massaging my g-spot again and again. Ripples of pleasure vibrate through my body down to my toes and I shift my hips towards him. He pulls back and pulls my skirt up over my head, dragging my shirt along with it, leaving me in my bra and panties, which are still bunched up to the side. He pushes me back and the cold counter comes into contact with my back, making bumps rise all over my skin from temperature shock.

“Please, Zayn!”

“Please, what baby?”

I know he wants me to talk dirty to him and I consider depriving him of that, but I can’t wait any longer.

“Zayn, please fuck me. Right here on this counter. Now!”

He grins devilishly and tugs his shirt over his head. As I try to sit up to remove his pants, he pushes me back down on the counter, harder this time. He unbuttons his pants and pulls them down without messing with the zipper. His boxers fall to the floor with his jeans and he doesn’t bother to step out of them. Instead he pulls my panties down and off my of my legs, letting them fall to the floor before holding on to my hips and sliding my body toward him more. He loops his arms under my knees and pulls them up so that my arse is slightly hanging over the edge. With his arms already occupied, I reach between my legs and feel for his member. I find it easily and grip his hard length in my hand, guiding it to my entrance slowly, holding his gaze the entire time. As he enters me a little at a time, his eyes shut and his jaw drops at the missed feeling.

“Fuck. I forgot how tight you are.”

“Go faster.”

He picks up speed, lifting my legs to his shoulders and the position makes every thrust feel deeper and more direct. He must feel the same way because deep moans escape his lips and he brings one hand up to my chest, maneuvering it under my bra and rolling my nipple between his fingers. My head rolls back on the cold granite and my back arches slightly as I pant between his thrusts, which have become rough and quick. He grits his teeth and breaths through them harshly, sucking in air with difficulty. His fingertips press deeply into my thigh and I cringe in indescribable pain mixed with pleasure. I know there will be bruises there, but I can easily hide those on my upper thigh.

“I’m close, Tati!”

I can’t even force words to describe how I’m feeling so I simply nod, letting him know that I’m there too. He slows his withdrawal, but rushes his thrust roughly and my body starts to shake in response. Overwhelming ecstasy runs through my veins and I moan loudly as I come around him, tightening over and over. He thrusts a few more times and releases my legs as he pushes into me one last time. I raise my body up, building the pressure around him even more as I kiss his lifeless lips. He simply pants and finally finds enough consciousness to let his lips meld into mine. His hands hold behind my head and push my lips into his as he slowly pulls out, leaving me empty. He leans against me and trails sloppy kisses down my neck, reaching my collarbone and resting his head there. I twist my head and leave a small kiss on the back of his head in his disheveled hair.

“I love you, Zayn.”
I remind him softly of my deep feelings for him.

“I love you, Tati. I’m sorry I got so angry.”

“Just don’t worry about it anymore. I would never hurt you on purpose.”

He lifts his head and flashes a true smile, one that I have missed so much while he’s been gone.

Notes

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