Zayne is a notoriously light sleeper. You've woken him up too many times by sneezing or shifting a little too much, and every time he's reaching for his nightstand to get you a tissue and asking if you feel well, or pulling you closer and murmuring in that sleepy voice to ask if something's bothering you. Even when he's at his desk or the couch, eyes closed and taking a short power nap, he's never deep enough into sleep to ignore the sound of you existing in the same space as him. There have been times in the past when you've come home later and even debated whether you should get into bed for risk of waking him up
So you get this strange little idea in your head: what if you wake him up before you get in bed? Not by shaking him or calling his name, mind you. No, you have something much more pleasant in mind as you slip into the dark room. You thrill a little when you see him facing the wall, back to your side of the mattress
Tiptoeing as carefully as you can, listening to his even breaths and, you creep to his side of the bed and lean down. Your heart is racing. You press a tender kiss to his lips. Soft, lingering for a second
He hums into it. You can hear consciousness beginning to wake him in the change of his breathing. See the flutter of his lashes as he cracks open his eyes and smiles in that reserved way he does when he sees you
"I'm home," you whisper, grinning giddily
"Mm." He reaching out to trace your cheek with cool fingers. Adjusts his head on the pillow to see more of you. "You don't usually announce it like this," he whispers into the darkness
You brush his hair out of his eyes. "I feel bad waking you up when I get in bed. I thought you'd prefer this."
He huffs a small laugh. "Yes, I do, but..." His hand curves around the back of your neck at the base of your skull, drawing you down to him for another kiss. And another. And another. His breathy sighs before and after, fanning against your lips, warm and sweet. The effort it takes for him to pull away and finish his thought is palpable. "I never mind being woken by you."
He catches you off guard with a hand to your waist. In one tug, he catches you off balance and pulls you on top of him. He shifts to lay fully on his back, his legs under the blankets adjusting to have you straddling his waist. He looks up at you with adoration and something longing, heated
"Now that I'm awake, however..." He traces the line of your lower lip with his thumb, eyes tracking the motion before he meets your eyes again. "I don't want to go back to sleep just yet."