🌠Hoe In Deepspace🌌

🐟🖌️ smol rafayel

🐟🖌️ smol rafayel

“This is the guest room,” you say. “Though, to be honest, I rarely have anyone stay over. It’s pretty spacious, though. Sometimes I sleep in here when I can’t fall asleep in my own bed.” Zayne scans the room but lingers in the doorway, as if hesitant to step inside.

A subtle tension in his posture, like he’s wary of crossing some invisible line to step into a room with a bed in it. You notice it immediately and decide to squeeze past him, brushing close as you slip back into the hallway.

“Maybe we should use some of this room’s space to widen the doorway,” he teases. “Hm… or maybe we just skip dessert later,” you shoot back. He clears his throat softly. “On second thought… the forced proximity isn’t too bad.”

Smiling, you take a few steps backward toward another room in the hallway, keeping your gaze locked on him. “Say, Zayne…” you begin, stopping in front of the door with your back against it. “How come I haven’t set foot in your place yet?”

You are sprawled out on the floor, dressed in nothing but a loose t-shirt, Zayne’s shirt. The weather has been unbearably hot recently and with the energy crisis, you decide that it is more eco-friendly to stick to your snowman for direct and immediate cooling measures instead of using the air conditioning.

Except, Mr Snowman is out, leaving Mrs Snowman melting in the house. After what feels like an eternity, you finally hear the familiar jingle of keys and the click of the front door being unlocked.

“My dear, what are you doing?” Zayne’s amused voice floats in from the hallway.

“Emergency cooling measures, but it’s not effective.”

You whine and reach your hands up in a gesture for him to come over. He chuckles and walks over to you, sending cool air closer to you with every step.

“Ahhh~ that’s more like it,” you let out a relieved sigh, “I missed you.”

“Did you miss me or did you miss your personal air conditioner?”

You laugh at his little pout, “my darling snowman, would you care to join me?”

Before he can respond, you sit up and grab his hand, pulling him down with you. You place a quick kiss on his lips before snuggling into his chest and embrace to fully enjoy the cooling privileges of being a snowman’s wife.

“It’s not fair,” you sulk as you stare at Zayne’s god-like physique. Coming out of the shower with only a towel around his waist, water dripping down his chest and abs, he looks absolutely delici- delightful.

“What’s not fair?”

“You. You’re not fair,” you sigh and flop down face first on the bed.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” Zayne is slightly amused, but also slightly worried, unsure whether you’re being serious, playful or something else. It honestly could be all of the above, depending on your mood. It tends to be a little volatile around this time in your cycle, which he’s very aware of.

“Nothing,” you mumble, “just… how can you consume so much sugar, have a crazy work schedule, and still look so good??”

You feel the bed sink as he sits down beside you.

“You’re beautiful, sweetheart,” Zayne reassures as he squeezes your hand, “but I have a feeling that’s not the answer you need today.”

“No,” you sit up on your arms abruptly and turn to face him with desire in your eyes, tracing his body from the top to the little happy trail peeking out from the now loosely secured towel.

Your intent is as clear as day, and it earns you a little smirk.

“Take what you need, my love, you can do whatever you want to me,” he leans back as you dive right in with no hesitation, nuzzling his prominent bulge before unwrapping the prize.

Days like this make you wonder how you got so lucky, and which divine being you should thank for delivering you such a fine meal. Perhaps he’s the divine himself 😏