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It wasn’t unusual for Zayne to be invited to a dinner party every few months or so related to his work. Most times, he politely declined, however on the rare occasion where he couldn’t get out of one of these events, like him or someone from his department being recognized for their work, he brought you as a plus. Luckily for him, he was not the main focus tonight; so the two of you were able to treat this as a free meal… with some social strings attached.
“Stop, you look wonderful.” Zayne’s breath tickled your ear as he leaned in to whisper. The two of you stood outside the banquet hall, taking one last minute to relax before going into the crowded and noisy room. He captured your hand that had been smoothing out the lines of your dress for the past ten minutes and gave it a squeeze. It didn’t matter how many of these kinds of dinners you had been to, you always felt a little nervous and felt like you had to be on your best behavior; even if that was hardly ever the case. His thumb ran soothing circles over the back of your palm and pressed a barely there kiss to your cheek. “Think about the food awaiting us instead.” There was a smile in his voice, and you finally relaxed a little.
“I have been wanting to try this place for months. I suppose having a fancy doctor boyfriend has its perks.” I teased and reached out to smooth his tie one last time.
“I don’t know about fancy…” he chuckled quietly. With a silent raise of his eyebrow and offer of his elbow, he made sure you were ready before guiding you through the heavy wooden doors inside. The room was bustling with waiters rushing about and attendees still finding their seats via greeting seniors who stopped them along the way. Thankfully, you and Zayne had managed to squeeze past the crowd with only one stop of one doctor from another department wanting to quickly shake Zayne’s hand as the two of you passed by. The table you had been seated at had some familiar faces, Greyson, Yvonne, and a few of Zayne’s coworkers you had become familiar with recently, which set you at ease. Your timing had been perfect as well as the host was now calling for everyone to find their seats so that dinner could be served.
Once all the guests were settled, the food was quickly brought out and set before you and drinks were offered as well. Zayne predictably declined, but you chose to imbibe a little; not a lot, just a drink or two to relax. After all, you were lucky enough to be off the following day. The food was delicious, and every bite of steak just seemed to melt in your mouth, and the sides were just as amazing. Even the roasted carrots tasted spectacular in a mouthwatering herb sauce, but Zayne insisted on simply taking your word for it. Yvonne asked you enthusiastically about work, and you chatted with her at length as it had been a long time since you spoke with her for more than a few minutes. Good food, good company, and good wine certainly all helped you wind down, perhaps a little too much.
Throughout dinner, you had defaulted to your basic habits of being a little touchy when you were comfortable. It had started out innocent enough, a bit of footsie with Zayne under the table between sips. It escalated a little further when you began to run the toe of your shoe up and down his leg when you were engrossed in a story that Greyson was telling. “Really it was quite something. If you’ve ever been to that park that’s down by the shopping district; they’re holding shows every weekend for the rest of the month.” Greyson continued to speak, and your foot continued to move, occasionally catching on the hem of his dress pants. You had meant nothing by it; or at least hadn’t at first.
Zayne didn’t even seem to mind when you rested your hand on his thigh while one of his colleagues gave a long-winded presentation that you zoned out for at least half of. The limit seemed to be when you began to massage gently, slow circles of your thumb before perhaps your fingers slipped a little too high- His knee bumped against the table with a soft thump and you looked towards him in concern but his face was impassive; his fingers quickly imprisoned your misbehaving ones. You were only released when others began to applaud politely at the end of the presentation, and only then did Zayne finally look at you with a raised brow but said nothing else.
There was a lull in the dinner now, and you took this opportunity to excuse yourself to use the restroom and get a bit of air. Zayne pulled out your seat for you, and you slipped away into the far quieter hallway. You quickly did your business and washed up and checked your appearance in the mirror. Your lipstick was a little smudged from eating, but your purse was back at the table still, so you resorted to just dabbing with your finger to spread the pigment more evenly before heading back out the door. You were intercepted almost immediately by Zayne, your confusion was evident on your face as you didn’t think you had been away for that long but he was already leading you away with his hand on your lower back.
Instead of the banquet hall,however, he was guiding you past the doors and further down the hallway where more unoccupied halls were. The lights were much dimmer, and it was nearly silent as it was so far removed from the rest of the activity of the restaurant. He led you a little deeper into the shadows until the two of you were mostly obscured by a large pillar. Your back pressed against the smooth stone as you leaned back against it; Zayne stood close in front of you. “Have you had too much to drink, my love, or were you just having your fun teasing me all night?” Zayne’s voice was a low murmur as he brought a hand to rest against your hip.
“I only had one glass of wine!” You insisted; he would have been able to have witnessed that himself. Zayne took a step closer,your noses almost touching.
“So it’s the latter?” There was a hint of a tease in his voice, and you could feel his breath fan over your warm cheeks. You couldn’t hide the coy smile that touched your lips.
“I didn’t mean to!”
“ I’m sure.” Zayne pulled you closer by your hip, pressing your body to his as he let his fingers trace over the smooth silk of your gown. He dipped his head down to nuzzle gently against your cheek as he continued to whisper softly to you. “They’re already serving dessert back in the hall, but I was hoping to sample something sweeter first.” That was all he needed to say to have you wrapping your arms around his shoulders, finding their natural spot as his lips found yours. You had expected a sweet chaste kiss but was met with far more passion than you were prepared for. Maybe it was because you were secluded far away from everyone or because of all the teasing you had done to him after being apart for a while, but his lips were starved for you. His tongue traced the seam of your lips, asking for permission to deepen the kiss. Yours parted naturally for him, and your motions become firmer against each other.
“The things you do to me.” He murmured against your lips before diving back in for more of your sweetness. The heat of his kisses made your legs feel weak, making you grasp onto him tighter, which pulled a soft groan from him; muffled against your lips. His knee pressed firmly between your thighs, and you had to remember just where you were to keep your own soft sighs and gasps to a minimum even as his tongue continued to stroke yours. It felt like an eternity had passed by you two, and you could have stayed locked in this moment had it not been for a startled “Oh!” That came from over Zayne’s shoulder. He immediately pulled away, and you locked eyes with one of the custodian staff that was frozen in place.
You weren’t sure whose face was more red, yours, Zayne’s or the staff member as none of you dared to move. Zayne cleared his throat and straightened. “We came out for some air, our apologies if we aren’t supposed to be in this area.” You wanted to stop him from speaking such a blatant lie when you could see evidence of it that he could not, but it was far too late. The staff member quickly nodded and hurried away awkwardly. You sincerely hoped a hole would open up in the ground and swallow you both up, but life was never that kind.
“Zayne…” You reached out and swiped your thumb across his lips that were streaked with your red lipstick. He figured out what had happened from just a look at your own face; his enthusiasm was clear from just how smeared the pigment had become in the area around your lips. Zayne mirrored your actions, but it was a lost cause without the aid of water at least. You looked so serious in your endeavor to clean his lips that he couldn’t stop a huff of laughter from leaving him.
“Tomorrow, we are ordering you smudge proof lipstick.”
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The two of you snuck as best you could back to the bathroom to try and wipe your faces clean of your “crime”. You had made it back to the table before he did, and he was confused to see your apparent sulk as he slipped back into the seat beside you. “They thought we had left,” You leaned in and spoke in a lowered voice. “So they didn’t leave any dessert at our seats, and now there’s nothing left.” Anyone else might not have caught it, but his disappointment was apparent to you. Zayne looked thoughtful for a moment and leaned in as well
“Shall we find an ice cream shop after?” You grin and nod enthusiastically. A smile pulled on the corner of his mouth as well, and he reached for your hand under the table and wove his fingers through yours.
vampbites Sat 19 Apr 2025 10:20PM UTC
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