"The fans are at it again."

Amy Sonderwell smiled from behind her laptop screen, her eyes following the pacing figure of her boyfriend. She chewed on her bottom lip, eyes flicking back from the screen to the frightened expression on his face when he looked at her. He had stopped pacing by now, running a hand through his dark tousled locks. He was stressing already, she noted, and he hadn't even touched a computer since he returned home a week ago.

"What are they saying?" he asked regardless, curious as ever no matter how terrifying the news could've been. "I swear to fuck if they start another god damn rumor about me an--"

"Relax, Zayn," Amy sighed, standing up from her position on the couch. She set the laptop down next to her and padded barefoot over to him, a small smile playing over her lips. Reaching him, she snaked her arms around his torso and leaned her head against his broad chest, taking in his cinnamon cologne. "They aren't saying anything bad about you, baby."

She felt the air he had sucked in release as his worries washed away, his body slouching against hers. "Boner shot, or something?" he guessed, wrapping his arms around her.

"Close, but no."

He cocked an eyebrow, a smirk rising on his lips. "How is something close to a boner shot but not?"

Amy pulled away from him, her hand latching onto his sleeve to tug him over towards the couch. "C'mon, I'll show you." -- she tugged again when Zayn didn't move -- "I can't let you see if you don't move your tush."

He chuckled. "My sexy tush, you mean, right?"

Amy rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, wonderboy." As she tugged him again, he followed this time, flopping down onto the couch while she grabbed her laptop. She waiting until he made himself comfortable until she scrolled down her tumblr Dashboard, mouse hovering over the three gif images playing over and over on the screen.

She turned her head to the side as she faced the laptop towards him, her black curls falling over her shoulder as she studied his expression. He licked his lips, eyes concentrated on the screen when he grabbed the laptop from her and scrolled down more to see the comments below. His lips parted, eyebrows forming an adorably confused crease in the middle of his forehead.

"They think that's my orgasm face?" he asked, bewildered. Nimble fingers scrolled the page back up again to stop at the gifs.

Amy couldn't help but giggle. "They need something to imagine for their fantasies, don't they?" -- she didn't miss the glare he shot her way -- "Okay, you can't ignore the fact that your fans are totally crazy."

Zayn grimaced. "I’d rather not think of my fans fucking me in their dreams. Besides, what are you doing on tumblr? I thought I told you I didn't like it, Amy."

A guilty blush spread across the girl's cheeks. "I know you don't. But I go by an alias and nobody even really knows me on there, anyways. They're not going to spam me like they do on twitter, baby."

"Really?" he mused, his eyebrows raising atop his head. "Your... 1,749 followers would beg to differ... How the fuck did you get so many?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Amy exclaiming jokingly, grabbing the laptop from him. "People like me on there. That's how." -- she slapped his thigh when he made a face -- "Just because I don't have half the world following me doesn't mean I'm any less awesome. At least I have genuine followers... on tumblr, at least."

Amy watched as something dangerous flashed in her boyfriend's hazel eyes. It was gone in a second, but it was long enough that she had seen the anger control him. Sighing, she closed her laptop, scooting closer to him.

"Have you been taking your medication lately?" she whispered gently, leaning her chin on his shoulder. He didn't tense, but the sharp intake of breath was enough for her to get her answer. "Okay... Okay. Just take it tonight, then. Please?"

Zayn grumbled. "I feel like a retard when I take it. I don't need pills to make me better. I'm fine."

"I know," Amy cooed, her hand reaching for his. Their fingers interlaced, his thumb gently rubbing her pale skin. "I just don't want you to explode like last time."

Her sentence was enough to make him flinch. Instinctively, Zayn rubbed his knuckles on the jean material. "That was bad, wasn't it?"

If Amy closed her eyes, she could see the situation play in her mind like it happened yesterday. Zayn had come home from tour, stressed from staying in the same tour bus with four other annoying prats. Their Take Me Home tour had been a success, but it had been too long, and it caused a lot of tension in One Direction.

Liam had apparently pissed Zayn off at the airport, and he came home fuming that Liam was going to work on a solo album when the boys were on down time. Amy tried to reason with Zayn, but all she had done was made him angrier until it bubbled over. When the explosion came the last thing she had expected was him to hit her. But he didn't just hit her, she remembered. He punched. He had given her a large bruise and a broken nose, not to mention the uneasy feeling that he’d lose control around her once again.

To make sure nothing happened again, he'd been taking medication for his frustration issues since that night.

Amy nodded her head, agreeing with Zayn as she blinked. "Yeah. It was bad. But it won't happen again if you follow your instructions."

Zayn leaned his head against hers. "No more rules, please, baby. Not now. I'll take 'em later, but for right now... No rules."

The porcelain beauty didn't say anything to him. He had too many people breathing down his neck all the time. Down time was what was best for him, and he had two months worth of down time. "I missed you, Z." she sighed, scooting closer to him so their bodies pressed together.

He closed his eyes, a gentle smile lifting his features. "I missed you too, baby." Zayn twisted his head to look down at her, his smile forming into a smirk. "I missed you so much."

Amy grinned at the look on his face. "How much?" she asked him, her tone feigning innocence. His hand rested on her hip, squeezing lightly. The look in his eyes made her squirm.

"How much, Zayn?" she repeated.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, an obvious sign of his arousal. "Let me show you how much," he whispered back, his voice dropping an octave.

A chill swept through her when his hand pushed her body against the couch cushions, his own figure hovering over hers. The top of her head touched the cold laptop and she reached behind her to grab it and set it on the floor, her eyes not breaking their contact with Zayn's.

Slowly he dipped his head down to press his full lips against hers, tongue tracing against her bottom lip. Her mouth opened, eyes half closed as he invaded her senses. They moved together, the tempo not changing from its tantalizing and shiver inducing speed.

When he pulled away, his lips were red. "I missed kissing you," he sighed, leaning down to press his against hers once again.

Zayn's lips moved down to her jawline, nipping at the skin there until he found the exact spot that drove her wild. No matter how long they spent away from each other, he always managed to find the trigger for Amy’s pleasure. His tongue lapped at the skin, sucking and kissing as he breathed in the strawberry scent of her hair.

Gently, he bit on her earlobe. "I missed marking you as mine."

Amy let out a sigh when he worked on removing his shirt, his toned chest caramel like the rest of him. Her eyes took in the small freckling of dark hair at the top of him to the V-line and trail of hair that disappeared underneath his boxers and jeans. She wanted so desperately to touch him, but she knew he'd only tease her longer if she did.

"Tell me more," she urged lightly, her voice airy and light. "Tell me what else you missed, Zayn."

The boy grinned. Hands trailed up her thighs to the waistband of her sweatpants, thought it was her shirt that he grabbed instead. "I see you've found the shirt I've been looking for," he commented, clucking his tongue. "Someone needs to teach this baby girl some manners."

Amy lifted herself up enough to let him remove the shirt. She heard the fabric fall to the ground, and then the low chuckle that followed. He lowered his head to run his tongue along the lace of her bra. He made a noise in the back of his throat when he sucked her nipple into his mouth, teeth lightly applying pressure to the sensitive area. Underneath him she fidgeted, and continued to do so until he had the other hard like the first.

Zayn's smile was full of pride. "I missed your tits a lot."

"Oh," Amy breathed, her back arching the slightest as he kissed his way down her stomach.

Gripping onto the middle of her sweats, he pulled until they were around her ankles. She kicked the rest off. "Oh, fuck, baby." Zayn said in growl, his eyes not leaving the triangular patch of curls that peeked through a matching pair of panties.

The boy licked at his lips as she spread her legs apart. "I definitely missed this."

Zayn's breathing labored as he moved over her, two fingers pressing at the girls lips as the cold from his belt buckle made her raise her hips. She opened her mouth to suck on his digits, wetting them enough until he pulled them out. Teasingly he drug the tips of his fingers against her middle, a look of concentration coming over him.

His eyes stayed level with hers as he teased her core, rubbing gently at her clit with his middle finger.

"I missed finger-fucking you," he sighed, sliding two inside of her. "I missed watching how far I could get you to the brink of coming."

Amy's breathing stifled as he began stretching her out, her middle sensitive from underuse. She closed her eyes, focusing on the pleasure that coursed through her as he kissed her, adding a third finger into her after a minute had passed.

He worked on her skin, marking her once again on the collarbone as he buried his digits inside of her. He couldn't hide the triumphant grin when Amy let out a yelp, a plea following close by.

Found it.

Hazel eyes watched greedily as the raven haired woman tossed her head from side to side, his name a never-ending chant that fell from plump lips. "Come on, baby," he growled. "Come for me."

Her pleas of desperation grew more vocal as he continually rubbed against her g-spot, juices coating his fingers as they slid in and out of her. He could feel her walls tighten around him, her moans telling him she was close. And then just like that the sound stopped, caught in her throat as tremors shook throughout her being. Small gasps escaped as he continued to milk out her orgasm, waiting until she was finished to remove his digits. When her chest started to rise and fall normally, he slid his fingers out and brought them to his lips, licking at the stickiness that coated them.

"You still taste fuckin' delicious," he murmured, his other hand working on the button of his jeans. Unzipped and halfway down his legs, he stopped for a moment to pull the jeans off completely along with his boxers. "I bet you feel just as good."

Zayn gripped the base of his swollen cock, thick and leaking pre-come from the tip. He quickly positioned himself at her hole, a tiny groan leaving him as he rolled his hips into hers gently. "Fuck," he cursed, eyebrows creasing in the middle while he buried himself inside of her.

Amy moaned lightly as she brought her hands up to tangle themselves in his fallen quiff, her body mimicking his actions. Zayn began pressing his lips to her jawline, mouth parted as small gasps floated to her ears. He kept up his slow pace, rhythmically thrusting into her as their bodies writhed together on the couch.

"So good," she breathed as she closed her eyes, tugging on his hair. She bit down on her bottom lip, quieting the sounds the escaped her. She felt Zayn grip her waist tighter, his hand sliding down to her thigh to lift it. As if on instinct she wrapped her legs around him, deepening his thrusts.

He let out a low grunt in response, burying his head in the crook of her neck.

"Zayn," she moaned, her eyes closed in ecstasy as he pushed deeper into her with each timed thrust. Around them the world was gone -- it was just them and the couch. And neither of them could care any less.

"Fuck," the boy growled, squeezing her hip tighter. Amy could already feel the bruises beginning to form from his rough, calloused hands as he gripped wherever he could. She cried softly when his thumb pressed on her clit, sending a white-hot warmth wash throughout her being.

Her heels dug into the back of him, urging him further as he started rubbing the little button of never ending pleasure. "Don't stop," she pleaded, tossing her head to the right as her eyebrows arched up. "Oh my god, Zayn, please don't stop..."

He smiled against her skin, pressing small kisses to her neck when she cried his name. She was getting close again. He circled his thumb slower, just in the right time to match his sensual thrusts. He wouldn't stop if the world was on fire. He didn't know if he could stop. All that mattered was watching his baby fall apart underneath him.

His name started to become a chant to his ears, each one sounding a notch higher than the one before it. "Oh, baby," he growled from deep within his throat, his thrusts losing their rhythm as they began to turn sloppy. A thousand curses were falling from his lips as he felt the warmth spread throughout his lower abdomen, pushing him to the state of frantically trying to get out his release.

"I'm gonna- I'm gonna come," Zayn warned, his voice leaving his lips high pitched and odd sounding to him. No more than a split second later did his release come, shooting out of him like a small explosion.

Stars danced in front of he eyes as he came.

He stilled, hips thrusting on their own as his face contorted to that of bliss. His lips parted in an o, hazels clenching shut, and eyebrows arched in the middle to create a crease line between them. His expression was a Kodak moment, and the long, heavy involuntary breaths that let you know he was still milking himself out were the best ones.

Over sensitive and too caught up in the heat, Zayn continued circling her clit like he hadn't just creamed himself. Amy’s desperate cries of pleasure were the only thing that kept him from collapsing next to her. The assault on her senses brought her to an all new high as she felt her release recoil like a spring, body quaking with the mass effect of too much stimulation.

His name left Amy's lips like a call to heaven -- loud, clear, and full of exuberance. There really was no better feeling than this.

As she came down from her own high, letting her fingers mindlessly play with his dark locks of hair, she unwrapped her legs from around him and allowed them to fall lazily onto the couch cushions below. The two lay there, all heavy breath and sweating bodies. After a couple minutes of catching their breath, Zayn was finally able to speak a proper sentence again.

He twisted his head, a post-sex grin taking over most of his features. His hazel eyes shone brightly, eyelids dropping over as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. Amy made a noise and turned her head to him, their lips connecting in a lazy kiss.

“You wore me out,” Zayn complained, his hand rubbing circles on her hip comfortingly. His tone was light and joking as he pressed another kiss to her lips. “I can’t help it, though. You’re so fuckin’ sexy, baby.”

Amy giggled. “And you’re addicted.”

The two shared a laugh as they cuddled together on the couch, Zayn pulling a blanket over them.

“Addicted to you, baby. I’ll always be addicted to you.”