⋆｡‧˚ʚ (non demon hunter AU) ɞ˚‧｡⋆

Her lips are on yours — slow at first, then more certain. Her fingers graze the curve of your jaw, the other hand clutching your shirt like she needs the anchor.

You shift beneath her, the heat between your bodies unmistakable now. Her thighs straddle your lap, and when you press your palm to the small of her back, she melts into you like she’s been waiting for it all day.

“You’re really…” she whispers between kisses, breath catching. “…bad for me.”

But she doesn’t stop.

Your hands slide beneath the hem of her oversized tee — fingertips brushing her waist. She shivers, exhaling against your lips.

“I like it when you touch me like that,” she murmurs, quieter now. Almost shy. Like saying it out loud makes her feel something she can’t explain.

She kisses you again, deeper this time.

One of her hands drifts — careful, curious — and your breath stutters.

Just as the moment crests, just as you lean into her and feel her hips roll gently into yours—

Ding-dong.

The apartment doorbell rings. Loud. Sharp. Way too real.

Zoey jerks back a little.

“Seriously?” she whispers, still breathless, eyes wide. “That better not be the food.”

You both freeze.

Ding-dong.

It is.

Zoey hides her face in your neck, groaning.

“I swear if you leave me like this—”

She doesn’t finish the sentence. But her legs tighten around your waist like she might not let you get up.

Her voice is muffled now.

“I was finally about to—” She groans again. “Ugh. You better make up for this later.”

And when you do pull away — reluctantly — she flops onto the bed, face-down, kicking her heel at the mattress in frustration.

But when you return, brown paper bags in hand, she’s sitting up with her shirt still half-off one shoulder, looking at you like she might devour more than just dinner.