All of You

 

❄️ Zayne 🌸 Lassy

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“It’s just… I miss you.” I step closer to you, nudging my face into the crook of your neck. You caress my hair and whisper, “Zayne…” I pull away. My gaze drifts over you, tracing every unspoken word between us in the dim light of the room. The air between us feels thick, charged with a tension that’s been building for hours—for days.
I cup your face between my hands and lean in for a kiss. You don’t flinch. Before our lips can meet, I murmur, “You know… when you’re away on a long mission, it’s difficult to hold back whenever you return.”
A ghost of a smile touches your lips until I finally lean in to steal a kiss.

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For an instant, I forget how to breathe. Your mouth brushes mine, and I am expectant, trying to express how I feel, but you speak first, echoing my own feelings. I lean again, barely, and before I can reply, you silence me with a kiss. I melt into it, and my fingers find the edge of your jacket, curling there.

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I exhale slowly, a ragged sound in the quiet room—trying to steady the storm inside me. But it’s useless; my mind, my thoughts are clouded.
“It’s difficult to resist whenever you are that close to me, my Lassy… what are you doing to me…” I ask, though it’s more to myself than to you. “I need you.”
The confession is ripped from me. Every inch of me reacts to the closeness—my lips hovering over yours again. My hand finds the curve of your waist. The fabric of your shirt feels soft under my palm. My fingers tighten, possessive and claiming the space.

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Your words unlock something inside my chest. Your need, raw and unguarded, pulls me in deeper than any kiss could. I feel your hand at my waist, and my breath shivers before I can stop it. My fingers slide up the back of your neck, threading into your hair, holding you just as tightly, just as helplessly.
“Zayne… do you think I don’t feel it too?” My voice barely enough to reach you at this closeness. “Every time you come back… it unravels me. I try to be good, to keep things gentle between us… but when some days go between, the moment you touch me I forget how to keep that distance.”
I lean in, not kissing you yet, just letting my lips brush the corner of your mouth—a promise, a surrender. I don’t push or move away; I stay here trembling against you, breath mingling with yours.

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“Then… what’s holding us back?” I whisper, leaning in until my words are nothing but a warm brush of air against your mouth. My lips are so close to yours I can even taste the mint on your breath. I stop in my tracks, waiting for you to make the first move, as if I’m asking for permission to continue.

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Your breath on my lips steals what little composure was left. My fingers tighten at your nape, anchoring myself, as if letting go might make this moment vanish.
“Maybe nothing is,” I whisper, like a confession I had been holding for too long. My nose brushes yours, breath catching, chest rising against yours in that impossibly long second before the world blurs—and then I move, closing the distance with a kiss that isn’t rushed, but slow and just deep enough to ruin our restraint. My lips soft but certain, my other hand grounding myself against your chest.

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I pull away for a moment to catch my breath. My thumb drags lightly along your lower lip, tracing the shape of it just to feel the impossible softness. A faint smirk touches my mouth.
“You are mine.”
And with that, I close the last, torturous inch between us. At first, the kiss is gentle, but then there’s this spark that ignites the kindling we’ve been piling for days. My mouth crashes onto yours, all the pretended control shattering in an instant. You gasp into me, and I swallow the sound—my tongue sweeping into your mouth to taste you, to really taste you. Your heat and sweetness and you.
My hands are everywhere at once. One tangles in your hair to angle your head, deepening the kiss, while the other slides from your waist around to the small of your back, crushing you even further against me.

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The world drops from under me when you crash into me like that. My breath breaks against your lips in a helpless sound. My fingers fist in your shirt, anchoring myself in the heat of you, in the way you take and give and disarm me open at the same time. You taste like hunger, and home, and every second I spent missing you. When your hand tangles in my hair, I gasp again—but I don’t try to hide it this time. I just let you taste it.
I lean into you, answering your claim with one of my own, pulling you tighter to me, our chests pressed, breath warmer, not hiding from it anymore.
“Mine too,” the words break against your mouth, half whisper, half breath—just a truth spilling from our shared need.
I kiss you again, letting my tongue feel your lips before deepening it, letting you feel how I am choosing to fall with you.

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I break the kiss for a moment, both of us panting, our foreheads pressed together.
“I need to feel you,” I rasp, my voice barely recognizable. “All of you.”
I toss my glasses onto the floor. My fingers fumble with the buttons of your shirt—the simple task made clumsy by sheer need. I get it open and push the fabric off your shoulders, slowly, until it falls to the floor. Your bra is lace, dark blue fabric against your skin—a delicate thing I can’t wait to destroy. I don’t bother with the clasp. I lower my head and plant kisses all over your upper body. Your back arches, and your hands fly to my head to hold me there.

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My fingers curl at the back of your neck, guiding you, wanting your mouth, your breath, the look in your eyes when you come back to me.
“I want you, my love. All of you.”
I echo your words, meeting your need with mine, my body lifting into your touch, into your hunger—and there is no hesitation, no fear, just the heat of finally, finally having you close with me.

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I straighten up… my own breathing ragged. Our eyes locked. I pull you back into a passionate kiss. Your fingers fumble with the bottom of your own pants. I cover your hands in mine to still them.
“Let me…” My hands go to your pants and slowly open the button and drag the zipper down. I hook my fingers into the waistband of your pants and push, shoving them down your legs in one swift motion, letting them pool at your feet. You step out of them to pull me into another kiss. Your hands grip the front of my shirt to pull me even closer. The thin silk of your underwear is the only barrier left.
I break the kiss once more, breathing hard. I sweep you up into my arms. First, you let out a gasp, but that melts into a soft laugh. Your arms wrap around my neck. You hold on to me as I carry you through the dim living room into our shared bedroom.

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What follows belongs only to our fantasies.