You’re still admiring the rich reds and violets tinting the horizon when Zen slides his hands lower down your body and nibbles lightly at your ear. “Mmm,” you murmur as his fingers brush along the skin by your hips, and your breath hitches in your throat. He seems to take this as a sign of agreement and presses your body even closer to his, trailing a hand up your side to outline the bottom of your bra beneath your shirt.
You squirm in his arms and tug at his hands. “Zen, we’re… we’re out on a balcony, we can’t…” Your protests don’t sound particularly forceful.
Zen presses his forehead to yours and kisses you lightly on the nose. “As you wish, my princess,” he says, and you’re both relieved and disappointed at his answer for the briefest of moments before Zen abruptly scoops you up in his arms and carries you honeymoon-style back into the hotel room.
“Zen, ah wait, what’s…” Your voice trails off as Zen sets you down on your feet, then steals the rest of your words away by pressing his lips to yours. You sigh into the kiss as he runs his hands down your body, hooking a thumb inside the waistband of your jeans. He smells sweetly of cologne and sea breeze, and tastes a little like the apple tart that was served for dessert.
You reach your hands up to tangle them in his hair, drawing his face towards your own for another kiss. His strong arms press your body so close to his that you’re not sure if you’re the one supporting your own weight any more.
Zen lightly traces his fingers along the skin at the back of your neck, then dips his head down to kiss you slowly across your collarbone. His lips reach the neckline of your shirt and he pulls at the fabric with his hands, desiring more skin to explore with soft kisses. Your hands drop down to your waist and you move to tug your shirt over your head when you hear a knock on the hotel room door. “Room service~” calls a familiar voice.