Strings and Schemes

Chapter 6

AN: Mature audiences only. 

The game ends faster than I expect—Zayn losing almost too easily, Louis gloating like he just won a world championship. Before I know it, we're in Zayn's flat, and I barely have time to process what I agreed to

Zayn leads us up to the flat, Louis in tow - again. Though, part of me wondered if Zayn was trying to get me alone, and was willing to accept Louis coming back to get any time with me. Zayn brings us up to his living room, grabbing a few waters for us and we all sit down in the cozy couch, pulling me close to him.

"I was disappointed you snuck out the next morning," he says to me.

I nod my head, "Yeah, honestly, we were just trying to grab some coffee but something urgent came up and I wasn't able to come back. I was hoping to bother you, too."

Zayn smiles shyly, "I've been thinking about Friday night, and I can't help but wonder what else exists in that fantasy of yours."

I flush, "There's lots in that fantasy."

Louis slinks over next to me, throwing his head in my lap, looking up at me, "tell us, love." Louis traces his fingers over my exposed thigh, damn past Raina for wearing a skirt. I want to push him off of me, just for doing this to me again, but I can't help but lean into it. After the day we've had, there's no part of me that doesn't need a break away from the mess that was, well, the remainder of this weekend. I sigh softly, giving into his temptation.

Z looks at me huskily, wanting in his eye, "Worst case? We go through with it. Best case? We go through with it—and then some."

My mouth opens to form the perfect o in shock. "I-um," why am I so clammy again?

I should be overwhelmed. I should be nervous. But all I feel is this intoxicating mix of surrender and control, like I'm caught between two forces that want nothing more than to unravel me.

"I've always wanted to try both, at the same time.." I say shyly, Louis grins.

"That can be arranged, babe."

Zayn looks at me, pleased that I'm unravelling myself for him. I sigh, "I also like the idea of being watched, kind of." I feel the tension in the room rise, we could cut it with a knife, all this want and need.

"I can't keep hearing about this without wanting to throw you on that bed and ravish you," Zayn admits.

Louis' hand drifts higher up my thigh, teasing over sensitive skin, earning a breathy sigh from me. He moves deliberately, spreading my legs just enough to settle between them. On the other side, Zayn pulls my knee over his, shifting me into a position that sends a new wave of heat over me. My breath hitches—half from nerves, half from anticipation.

I meet Zayn's gaze, searching for reassurance. Instead, I find something darker—hunger. Before I can overthink it, he cups my face, pulling me into a deep, consuming kiss. I melt instantly, all thoughts fading until nothing exists except the press of his lips and the heat pooling in my stomach.

Louis meets my gaze the moment Zayn pulls away, steadying me like an anchor in the storm.Before diving into me, taking my mind off of the day before. He starts slowly, teasing me as I whimper. Zayn kissing my neck, heightening my senses, every nerve feeling like its on fire again. I relax into the couch as Louis takes things up a notch, flicking his tongue up and down on my most sensitive parts. I gasp, earning an encouraging look from Zayn.

"It feels so good," I mouth quietly.

Zayn smirks, "Yeah? Let me taste you after. I can't get the memory of the taste of you off of my tongue."