To Touch-z.j.m {au} [[complete]]

5

I was currently sat on Zayn's butt while I continued my masterpiece.

I was painting on his bare back and I could tell he was loving it.

"Feels like a tiny massage."

He comments as I continue the soft and slow strokes of the brush against his skin.

His nice, clean, slightly tanned skin.

"I'm so jealous of your skin, boo. It's very smooth."

He chuckles and pats my leg with his hand.

"Thank you, thank you, I know."

I smiled as I continued to pain.

"Almost finished."

"No, no draw more things. Keep making me feel nice."

He whined as I shook my head at his childish tone.

"It'll look stupid if I draw more things so shhh."

He huffed slightly before I began to blow on his back to help dry and set the paint.

I could feel Zayn shiver beneath me.

"Fuck that feels good..."

I couldn't help but smile as I reached over for my phone and snapped a picture of his newly painted back.

I painted the galaxy in a way to represent Zayn as a person.

He is dark.

Dark and yet full of the brightest colors. His mind is so complex and indifferent that I couldn't help but think of the beautiful swirls and different shaped colors that cover the Galaxy. His smile and laugh are the small stars that make the Galaxy that much more beautiful.

He is a work of art, truly.

"Whoa! Sam, that's cool!"

He quickly got up and rushed to the full length mirror on my door.

"Damn! This is sick, man. I love it."

He looks toward me on the bed and smiles.

"It's fucking beautiful, thank you. Why the Galaxy though?"

He asks as he plops himself down beside me.

I think of telling him the real answer.

"Cause you're out of this world Zayn."

I smile.

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I was on the verge of falling asleep, I was so relaxed.

Zayn was currently sat on my butt as the paint brush slowly stroked against my skin.

Zayn's a real artist who takes his art seriously. So I knew i would be here for a while relaxing while he did what he does best.

Paint.

"Hey, hey. Don't be falling asleep on me."

He spoke quietly with a soft chuckle as he shook the side of my shoulder to keep me awake.

"It feels so good, I can't help it."

I then felt his lips pressed against the vacant areas of my back.

Repeating the words, "stay awake" leaving kisses between each syllable.

I giggled and sighed happily, nodding my head.

"I'm up, I'm up."

"Almost through with this piece."

I nodded along and laid my head against my arms, waiting for his work to be done.

"Ta-da! Where's my phone?!"

Zayn searched all around my body, involuntarily tickling me.

"Here, here, hold still."

I saw a dim flash go off and felt the weight of him being lifted off my body.

"Here we are."

I sat up as he shoved his phone in my face and showed me the most gorgeous painting of flowers all over my back.

All kinds of colorful flowers.

"O.M.G Zayn! It's effing gorgeous!"

I got up and ran to the mirror taking a closer look.

I held up my shirt against my bare chest as I looked at the artwork done on my skin.

A flower garden on my back of all sorts of variety.

But the biggest one was on the center and my favorite.

A big red dahlia.

"It's so beautiful, I wanna get this tattooed. Seriously."

I looked up at Zayn as he smiled and slightly blushed at my praise.

"Why these pretty flowers?"

His smile faded before he made his way closer to me and stared at the art on my back through the mirror.

"Petals are so soft and delicate and beautiful and I love to touch them."

He placed his hand on my shoulder and agonizingly slowly ran it down to my hand.

He brought my hand up to his face and pressed his lips against my knuckles before placing them onto his cheek.

His eyes were closed as we both held my hand on his warm face, enjoying the moment.

"It's so dangerous though. If I touch a flower's petals too much, I can destroy it."

He let go of my hand.