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seb-owns-these-tatas · 4 years

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Pup in the Shotgun Seat

Characters: Henry Cavill x Reader (Oneshot)

Summary: You’ve wanted to drive this time and it seems like Henry wanted to annoy you for hitting the brakes too much, resulting with him being adorable as he showed you how amazingly bad and good you are regarding with your driving skills.

Warnings: Just an adorable, cheeky Henry. Floof? Kind of floof that made me ask myself why I’ll be forever alone while I stan Cavill? Thigh holding cause damn that’s amazing?

Words: 1,041

A/N: This was supposed be a GIF drabble then ended up being a oneshot because it took 1k words. What the heck. Hehehhee. I just love Henry and his pup moment in driven to extremes that I had to make a drabble out of it. It was @agniavateira fault because I remember she sent me the drabble and I cooed and was like ‘this better have a drabble in my blog’ and look what happened! Hehehe!

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Disclaimer: PNG’s and pictures used in edits are not mine even the GIF’s too. However, the edits and this oneshot is definitely from moi.

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"Are we there yet?"

"Henry, shush."

"Are we there yet, though?"

Henry called shots over who will be driving today. It's not that he doesn't always drive---he does for most of the time. But, you’ve ruined it because you were being cheeky over wanting to drive his beautiful, sleek car. He tried to convince you that he was the better driver compared to you---pursuing to keep his car uninjured because you both know he treats them like his favorite miniatures that he always tries to paint on.

Your boyfriend was about to open his mouth and mock over how you were driving in a slow pace. It wasn't your fault that you were nervous by being attentively stared by Henry---probably judging you for how you've been pressing the brakes a little too harder than normal resulting with everyone moving back and forth in the car like it was skipping to the loo.

Even Kal had to bark out loud from behind because your driving made him fall to the floor, his huge, Akita body hitting the back of your seat which made you snicker and laugh in your annoying 'hehehe' giggle when Kal’s dad has given you a feigned glower from the side.

"Are you sure you didn't cheat with your driving test? you’re literally driving too slow---I’d probably arrive on the destination---faster with a horse," Henry mischievously added, raising a brow as he was looking at you; sitting on the shotgun seat.

Unconsciously, you've given him the side eye, taking your eyes off the road and lowly muttering your endearment for him in a warning tone, "Puppy..."

Henry sounded to be in distress, his eyes bulging out of his eye sockets for seeing you distracted over his teasing self, his accent utterly obvious the more he panicked over your driving skills, "Don't look at me---look at the road!"

"I AM!" you frantically yelled in between deciding to stare into his lovely self or actually focusing on driving, "---you're annoying me right now. I'm trying my best not to hit a car or something if I went past 60 km/h,"

The car basically revved at your exasperation, your foot stepping on the accelerator when you've began to increase speed. Swiftly turning up from 60 km/h to over a hundred in the middle of the highway, avoiding and swerving over a sports car that had the man glancing from the driver's seat to see Henry's elegant car speeding past his in an abnormal way like you were a race car driver.

You were best at driving; the type of driving seen whenever you play need-for-speed. You always win first place whenever you play.

"Woah! Babe, babe, babe!---alright, alright! Slow down before you both kill us and get charged with an over speeding ticket!"

A smirk was immediately growing on your face when you've seen the sport's car you've swerved from behind race up to you, the driver’s ego practically being challenged when he realized you were a woman. Henry had his hands up in surrender, running his mouth on you as he continued to playfully judge your incredible driving skills---honestly, you were suddenly looking hot in his perspective when he caught the grin you've managed to let him see as you looked on the side mirror, daring the driver to overpass yours.

"I told you to let me drive," Henry deeply muttered as a matter of fact, still teasing and being puckish as he sat completely bored on the shotgun seat, just watching how adorable and beautiful you were while driving his car.

You've slowed down for his sake, feeling his pretty baby blues on your form, "Oh my God---MEN!" exasperatedly, you sighed completely defeated. Your boyfriend catching sight of your smiling self, "---Don't you trust my driving skills?"

"To be honest, Nugget?" he plainly started, glancing on the road with a lovely grin. His teeth showing, fangs slipping in between his curled, cherry red lips.

"---No. You keep on running over chuckholes and press the brakes too hard,"

You've quickly gave him a glimpse of your curious self when you've felt the car seat bounce from a certain someone who was swaying his body from left to right, being in tune at the same time with the music playing on the radio like a kid who was excited to where they were going, "---keeps me going back and forth like we're in a bump car,"

One loud coo came from your side, giggling as you saw his head snapping from side to side; smiling in the middle of it all as he drastically showed you how you've made his body bounce from your driving. Henry heard your giggle and instantly stopped when he heard you laughing. A blush creeping its way to his face due to embarrassment.

"Oh my, Puppy!---you're adorable! Do it again!"

He shook his head, sinking on his seat and wanting for it to wallow in his shame. His eyes focused on the road, a small smile framing his features while he cleared his throat, his pitch jumping deeper as if he was serious and sending a warning, "I'm not taking chances. You're trying to make me look foolish---also, eyes on the road,"

Your giggles turned louder at that, catching how he'd basically turned into a big baby beside you and it seemed to be like it was an accident. Silence engulfed you both in, the radio being the only sound that kept everything inaudible. You were sure he was busy tapping on his phone before going back to driving with a pretty faster speed when you've felt a rough palm fall on your clothed, inner thigh.

The simple touch from him made you shift in your seat, your heart beat ringing in your ears from how his effect can ruin your focus with just one graze of his fingers on your skin.

"Henry," you tried catching his attention from his phone, calling his name which got him sparing a glance in a hot second, his thick fingers thrumming over your knee before his fingers danced along the top of your thigh; describing his habit as protective and letting you know that you were his and the same goes around for you.

"Stop touching my thigh---I can't drive seriously."

"Hmm?" he deeply hummed in question, chuckling to see you trying to keep a straight face as you drove to where you wanted. Henry shook his head, thoroughly naughty and cheeky as he gripped your thigh firmly with his fingers before speaking.

"---How about, no?"

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writingjusttowrite8 · 6 years

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Warmth (Part 9)

Hi everyone! I hope you enjoy this next installment of Warmth! I’ve been a little crazy with school and graduation stuff to prepare, so sorry the updates are so sporadic. As always, feedback is always appreciated. A huge thank you to everyone who has read all of these so far! You guys are the best, and your continued participation in this story means so very much to me. Have a good week!

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The ballroom was crowded when we got back to the party. I tried to keep a little distance between Tom and myself so people wouldn't suspect the shenanigans that went down in the bathroom. I mingled with my parent’s friends, hugged some family friends that I hadn't seen in a while, and tried to focus on anything that wasn't Tom. He was a true professional, able to turn on his charming demeanor in full force, leaving everyone starry-eyed when they looked at him. The conversations around him flowed freely and he looked relaxed as ever, whilst mingling among the other guest. Everyone was consuming copious amounts of champagne and the composed demeanor of many individuals was long gone. People were happy, drunk, and enamored with how sparkly everything was. I was in a group of family friends, lounging on a couch with a flute of champagne in my hands, eyeing Tom across the room at the bar.

“So what’s next for you, [Y/N]? Aren’t you shooting another movie soon?” an acquaintance of my mothers asked. I nodded.

“In a few days actually. We’re shooting in Rome and Paris,” I said.

“That’s incredible!” They cheered. I nodded, in agreement, but that wasn’t what I was really feeling. I only have a few more days with Tom. I took another gulp of my drink, trying to drown out my sorrows. They asked me questions about the cast, crew, and the story. I told them as little as I could, not wanting to let the word out about something I shouldn’t. The only thing that could get you in more trouble with the studio than a personal crisis was revealing information.

“Will Henry Cavil be your love interest? He is so charming,” One of the other ladies, asked.

“Potentially…” I played coyly. At that moment Tom decided to join our conversation, taking the seat across from me.

“Giggling women… that never ends well,” he said, making them laugh even more.

“We were just talking about [Y/N]’s newest love interest! It seems she can only surround herself with British superhero’s,” someone explained.

“Ahhhh,” Tom expressed, “what other British superhero does she surround herself with?” He asked. Everyone looked at him confused, and so did I.

“You, of course,” I said.

“Darling, I’m a villain. We’re much harder to get rid of,” Tom says, winking at me before looking at me with such an intense look in his eyes that it made me gulp. Everyone loved his play on the character and the attention that once befell me shifted entirely to him.

I eventually got up to go the bar and refill my drink. Once I was there, I felt a hand on the small of my back.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” I said, not having to look up to know it was Tom.

“As do you,” He replied. The bartender passed us both our drinks and I turned to face him. I frowned thinking about the question from earlier, about when the shooting started again.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“How many days until you have to fly back to L.A.?” I responded, ignoring his question. The sorrowful expression that overcame his face must have matched mine.

“Four days…” He sighed, and I took a big drink.

“I just don’t know if I’m ready to let go of you just yet,” I say, a sad smile appearing on my lips. I felt another presence creep up on us, and I turned around. My father and mother were walking towards each other, hand-in-hand, and had obviously had a little too much to drink. I felt Tom snicker when he saw them.

“[Y/N]!” My mother said a little too loud, throwing her arms around me. “Aren’t you having fun?! Unless Tom here is keeping you too occupied. By the way, Tom, you look stunning! I’m so glad I told you to wear all black,” She said, poking Tom’s chest with her pointer finger. I rolled my eyes and looked to my Dad for help, but he was just as far gone as my mother, only hiding it better.

“The party has been lovely. Shouldn’t you too be preparing for the countdown? It’s only 14 minutes away,” I said, looking at the clock above the bar.

My mother drunkenly waved her hand, “No one really cares about the countdown until the last minute or so. Come on, let’s all go dancing!” She said, grabbing my father’s chest and pulling him onto the dance floor. I laughed at how cute they were until I saw Tom’s hand held out in front of me.

“May I have this dance?” He asked, standing up straighter. I looked around at everyone near us; most everyone was drunk, but prying eyes could mean trouble for Tom and I.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I questioned, looking back at Tom.

“Since when is dancing ever a bad idea?” He asked, incredulously. I rolled my eyes at him and before I could respond, he grabbed my hand and pulled us to the dance floor. Plenty of people were dancing around, spinning, twirling and showing just how drunk they really were. I move along with the music, Tom taking the lead and showing off his impeccable moves. People formed a small circle around him, watching him fully enjoy himself. I laughed and moved along, enjoying the sight of Tom. The heavy upbeat music died down after a minute, and a slower song took its place. Everyone paired off, and before I could escape, Tom's hand grabbed mine and spun me around. His right hand rested on my waist while his left hand still held mine. I was going to pull away until I saw him looking down at me. His eyes were shining in the dim lighting of the room, his hair was perfectly jostled out of place, and his lips held a playful smirk.

“Not putting up a fight this time?” He asked humorously.

“Why waste effort on things I know truly want,” I said, smiling back at him. He swayed us to the music, helping keep up appearances. I let him lead, truthfully he was a much better dancer than I could dream of being. I moved my hands so they wrapped around his neck and he placed both of his hands on my waist, pulling me even closer.

“I would very much like to kiss you right now,” he said.

“Me too,” I responded, and we both frowned. I dropped my head to look at the floor, but his hand left my waist and brought my chin up to face him.

“Soon,” he said.

“Not soon enough,” I gave him a sad smile.

“All right everyone,” my mother shouted, making everyone turn towards her and the giant countdown clock on the wall. “60 seconds to go!” She shouted, and everyone started counting down the time, including Tom. I quickly grabbed his hand and began pulling him through the crowd. We navigated our way to a corner where I spun around to look at Tom. His eyes were wide with excitement as everyone continued cheering.

“Next year, I’ll be able to do this in front of everyone,” I said, breathlessly. He cupped my face in his hands and I grabbed his collar and pulled his lips down to mine. As soon as the clock switched over people shouted ‘Happy New Year’ and pulled others into a loving embrace, and so did we. Tom’s lips moved unhurriedly against my own, relishing in the feeling we’d been deprived of all night. I let my tongue explore his mouth, and his did the same. Our lips moved in perfect harmony for about two minutes, and we both broke for air.

“Happy New Year, my love,” Tom said, panting.

“I love you…” I whispered and pulled him in for another one. This time, there was a bit more urgency, and Tom pushed my body against the wall as his mouth attacked mine again.

“I feel as though we’ve fulfilled our duty at the party tonight; don’t you think it’s time we head out?” I said as he began kissing my neck.

“Very much so,” Tom growled against my skin. I mustered up all the self-control I could and pushed him away from me. Tom pouted at the loss of contact.

“Then let's go,” I said, with a lust-filled gaze.We moved through the crowd quickly, once more, and found my parents to say goodbye.

“There you two are!” My mother slurred once she saw Tom and myself.

“We’re gonna get going,” I said. My mom pouted and threw her arms around me.

“Awh… I’m so happy you came tonight!” She said into my ear. I pulled her off of me just in time to see Tom shaking hands with my father.

“Be good to her.” He said, and Tom nodded.

“I intend to do so forever,” Tom said, making my heart swell. My mother moved over to Tom and wrapped him in a hug very similar to mine.

“Goodnight, Dad,” I turned to my father. He gave me a slight kiss on the cheek and a proud smile. I immediately turned around with Tom and began heading for the exit.

As soon as the door closed, his lips were on mine once more. “We have to make it… to the… bedroom,” I said between kisses. He huffed and bent down to throw me over his shoulder and begin walking to the bedroom. I laughed and playfully hit him, and squeezed his ass a few times. Seconds later he tossed me on the bed, a predatory look in his eyes as he stood over me. He dove down to recapture the kiss, but I rolled away just in time. He looked back at me with confused eyes, and I just got up to face him.

“Look at me,” I said, standing a foot in front of him. He turned onto his back and gazed over at me. I slowly unzipped the gorgeous gown I’d donned all night, letting it slide down my body and pool around my feet. The silvery lingerie shone in the moonlight as Tom took all of me in.

“Happy New Year, babe,” I said, relishing in the look of wonderment he had on his face. I slowly crept towards him, but he mad no move to touch me until my knees hit the bed, and I was between his legs. His fingertips brushed against my thigh all the way up to my shoulders, and his eyes followed.

“You’re stunning…” He said, breathlessly. I put my hands on his face and delicately pulled him into a kiss. It was soft and sweet, similar to the first one we shared at the party tonight. He broke away from the kiss, and it was my turn to be confused.

“I was supposed to be the one re-paying you tonight,” he realized.

I shrugged a little; “Then put your tongue to use and repay me.”

He instantly pulled me back down to the bed and began trailing kisses down my body. He shed his jacket and began to unbutton and pull off his shirt. Once he was free from the confines, he grabbed my waist and pulled me to the edge of the bed. My dripping core was right in front of his face, his fingers danced across my inner thighs. He gently pulled my underwear off with his teeth, keeping his eyes locked on mine the whole time. Tom placed my legs on top of his shoulders as he bent down to press gently kisses to my folds. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips, and it only encouraged him. His tongue began darting out, licking stripes up and down my center. One finger followed him and he inserted it the same time he started really using his tongue. He began lapping at my folds, and I couldn’t help the sounds of pleasure leaving my mouth.

“God, Tom, yes…” I moaned. He put in another finger and quickened his pace. My fingers became attached to his hair and I kept his head close to my center. I loved the feeling of his silky, long hair intertwined with my fingers. Tom kept going until I cried out his name and came into his mouth. I panted while coming down from my high but his tongue still explored my core.

I lay down on the bed, trying to regain my breath, and Tom stood up. I propped up myself on my elbows to get a better look at him. The moonlight illuminated him and I could see the heavy press of his erection in his trousers. Tom unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled the rest of his clothes and shoes off quickly. His throbbing erection sprung free and bobbed against his abdomen for a second before Tom grabbed his base and began pumping a few times. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight, but he was staring at me. He crawled back over me, pushing us further onto the bed. His lips trailed gentle kisses from my core to the valley of my breast, and finding my lips. I kissed back passionately, letting my fingers curl into his hair once more. His hand guided his cock into me and we both let out long moans.

“Darling, you feel so good. Every time I’m in you… I feel so complete,” he whispered.

I chuckled darkly; “Funny, I don’t feel complete until you’re in me,” I said, nipping at his bottom lip. He began moving his hips; pushing in-and-out of me so slowly. His eyes stared into my intently as he quickened his pace, letting his cock nearly all out of me before slamming back into me.

“Tom…” I moaned into his ear. Our bodies moved in sync; our hips met each other in perfect timing. My nails dug into his back, pulling him closer to me and I bit down on his neck, knowingly leaving a hickey that would appear tomorrow. His hand went between us to stimulate me over the edge and I came around his cock, moaning his name. He came inside of me, his hot essence making my whole body feel warm. Tom dropped down on top of me, trapping me in his arms as we both regained our breath.

He tried to roll off of me after a few minutes, but I wrapped my arms around him and kept him directly on me.

“Please…” I whispered, “I need to feel you on me.” His head came up, and his eyes bore into my pleading ones.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, brushing a few sweaty strands of hair from my face.

“But you will be, soon. We’ll be separated again. Right now, I just need to feel you with me,” I said in a small voice. I felt embarrassed; we still had a few days left together, but I was so worried it wouldn’t be enough. Tom looked at me with sadness covering his face; he’d understood why I was so reluctant to let him go. He gently pressed his lips to mine, giving me a soft kiss of reassurance.

“You’ll have a part of me with you, no matter how great our distance is.” He whispered, his hand trailing down my neck and guiding the necklace he’d given me to rest between my breasts. In our haste to make love, I’d forgotten to discard it, but I was sort of glad I hadn’t. His lips ghosted down my neck and chest, pressing gentle kisses along the way, before pressing a kiss to the pendant while looking up at me. My hand rubbed his face and he leaned into me, enjoying the touch.

The few days we had left together passed all too quickly. Tom and I were both getting ready for filming, which meant packing, preparing materials, and getting our teams prepared for wherever we’d be. While we spent most of our time together, our minds were otherwise occupied. We did make up for it at night; every night was an endless session of lovemaking that left us exhausted. Even then sleep evaded us; we’d talk into the morning, play around the house, he’d make me laugh and I’d take as many pictures of him as I could looking silly. It was perfect and domestic and altogether heartbreaking. I never wanted this to end.

I was currently in my house, searching around in my closet for a couple of outfits, while Tom was on the phone with me.

“Did I leave that red skirt at your place? And my white jacket?” I asked him, searching all around.

“Yep. Is my pinstriped blue dress shirt there?” He asked me.

“Yeah. I think half of my closet is at your place and half of yours is at me,” I chuckled, and he did too.

“How about you come over in a little while with the clothes, and I’ll cook you dinner?” Tom asked.

“Yes please!” I said excitedly, making him chuckle.

“But I will be keeping your grey sweatshirt with me,” I said, pulling up the garment and inhaling his scent.

“Why’s that?” he asked.

“It smells like you. Plus, it’s a requirement for girlfriends to steal their boyfriend’s sweatshirts. Look at it as the cost of having a girlfriend. Good sex equates to fewer sweatshirts for you,” I explained humorously. He let out a full-bodied laugh at that.

“If good sex means you get to keep my sweatshirts then, darling, my entire closet is your.” He said. My cheeks heated at his response and I was glad he couldn’t see me through the phone.

“Well the way it looks right now, half of your closet is already mine,” I sighed, looking around me.

“I’ll come over in a little while,” I continued.

“Alright love, be safe. Love you.” He said, and I replied the same before hanging up. I wasn’t kidding when I said half of his closet is already mine. Everything from pajama pants and workout gear, to three-piece Gucci suits, hung in my closet. As much as I love having Tom’s stuff around me, it was a little annoying that I didn’t have half of my stuff.

Right then, a realization struck me that felt like a lightning bolt in my brain. Why live separately? I sat around in my closet for a few minutes while my mind was turning quickly. What if we did get a place together, I mean, we’re together most of the time. It would make sense and probably make things a lot easier for us, right? I paced in my bedroom for a while thinking about Tom and I getting a place together. We hadn’t been together for that long, and our schedules could be different, and living together wouldn’t make much of a difference. I sighed, frustrated, and ran my hands through my hair. There was one factor that was pretty big, and hadn’t been discussed at all; Tom. Sure, I could run around with hypotheticals all day long, but if he thought it was a bad idea, we’d be dead on arrival. What if he didn’t want to move in with me? What if he thought we were moving too fast? As much as I’d like to dispel all ideas of this and call my mind ridiculous, the thought was consuming me. I quickly pack away all of this things and headed towards his house.

I knocked, out of courtesy, before entering his home.

“Tom, I’m here!” I shouted into the house. He rounded the corner, a few buttons of his shirt undone, and what seemed to be some red sauce on his fingertips.

“Hello darling,” Tom said, walking over to me and giving me a quick kiss.

“Something smells good,” I commented.

He laughed a little and stretched out his hands, “I did seem to make a bit of a mess in there. Hopefully, the mess leads to a good dinner,” He said, smiling down at his messy hands. I reach down and grab his hand, bringing his finger up o my mouth and tasting some of the sauce that remained. I closed my eyes, licking every finger until he was clean. When I looked back up to Tom, he had a hungry look in his eyes, and not for food. I gave him a devious smile and he quickly attacked my lips. He pushed my body up towards the wall and deepened the kiss.

“Tom… you’re cooking… I thought,” I said between kisses, though not discouraging his actions at all.

“Don’t care…” he said against my lips. I pushed him away, my hands resting on his defined chest.

“You will care when you burn down your kitchen,” I said with a slight smile.

He grinds down to me; “I’ll get a new kitchen.” He leaned back down to capture my lips once more, but I kept my hold on him. His words, meant to comfort me, had the opposite effect. I couldn’t hide the displeasure that flashed across my face for a split second, and I knew Tom saw it. It was my head’s fault really, making me think about us moving in together despite the fact that we’d never brought it up. The idea of him getting a new kitchen only reminded me of the inner battle I had today. He looked confused, but before he could question me about it, I pulled the suitcase of his clothes between us.

“I brought gifts,” I said. Relief washed over Tom.

“Thank you, love. I think I’ll need pretty much everything in there so that I can leave tomorrow,” he said.

I frowned slightly; “Well, in that case, I should have kept it.” Tom just gave me a reassuring squeeze on my hand.

“Your stuff is in the bedroom if you want to make sure I got everything,” he said, heading back to the kitchen when the oven beeped. I rolled the case into his room and took stock of everything I had here.

Once finished, I left his room and joined him in his kitchen, sitting at his bar. He gracefully handed me a glass of red wine and a peck on the cheek, making me blush. I admired Tom as he pranced around the kitchen, a towel strewn across his shoulder as he hummed a tune to a song I didn’t quite recognize. I rested my cheek in my hand and took all of him in. His well-fitted jeans hugged him perfectly, his worn belt unnecessary considering how his tight ass held them in place. His dark blue button-down caressed his skin and pulled tight across his shoulder blades. His skin was getting paler, which only emphasized how ginger his stubble and hair truly was.

He glanced back at me while stirring a pot; “See something you like?” He asked, sarcastically.

“Mmm-hmmm,” was the only noise I could muster up. What if this was our kitchen, and he was cooking a meal in our home? Another wave of displeasure rippled over me. My cheeks reddened at my own thoughts and I had to turn my gaze towards my lap. I heard Tom walk over to me and reached his hand reached out to pull my head towards his.

“That’s the second time you looked disgruntled tonight. What’s wrong?” he asked. I debated in my head for a second, but ultimately decided I’d feel better if I put it out there.

“I was thinking earlier today about… something. It’s a little far-fetched, but I figure it’s worth talking about,” I said, eying Tom curiously.

“Darling, you know you can talk to me about anything,” he said.

“I know I can. But this is kind of… different, so I just wanted to approach this the right way,” I explained.His eyebrows knitted in confusion, but he allowed me to continue. “We spend pretty much all of our time together, and its just so inconvenient being separated by all of our stuff. So I figured if we got a place together, it would be easier. I know that every opportunity I have to be near you, I want to take, and it seems unnecessary to have two different places when the others are almost always never being used. But I recognize that we’ve only been dating for a few months and that we’re both going to be away for a while. So, if this is too far, too fast, I completely understand. It’s just that we’ve already somewhat talked about our future together, so I figured this would be a step in the right direction,” I finished.

I looked at Tom, eyes wide while listening to me, and felt a sense of dread when he didn’t respond immediately. “Unless you don’t want to move in that direction at all…” I said, getting worried. What if his fantasies of our lives together were just pillow talk after mind-numbing orgasms? Did I really read this that wrong?

He moved from behind the counter to directly in front of me and took my hands in his.

“[Y/N], I think getting a place together is a marvelous idea. In fact, the only reason I didn’t bring it up myself, is because I was afraid you’d think I was moving too quickly. Love, I want everything I imagined about our future to come true, never doubt that. But I want it to come at our own pace. I never want you to feel like I’m pressuring you into something you’re not ready for. We do this how we want to; our lives are ours to control,” Tom said. My heart swelled with love, so uncontainable that I grabbed his neck and pulled his lips to mine. We kissed, softly and lovingly for a few moments before I pulled away to look at him once more.

“I love you, Tom,” I breathed.

He placed a quick kiss on my lips before saying “I love you, too.” The buzzer on the oven went off again and he pulled away from my embrace to fetch whatever was in there.

Tom pulled out another dish that smelled heavenly and turned to me to say, “Dinner is served!”

Gentle rain tapping on the window pulled me back into consciousness. I hadn’t really slept all night, only coming to the cusp of sleep a few times before being pulled back into reality. I nuzzled my face into Tom’s wide back. My arms were wrapped around him tightly and our legs were intertwined. I was the ‘big spoon’ for the evening, and I loved it. He soft snoring halted when I started pressing lazy kisses between his shoulder blades and up to the base of his neck. His hands fanned across my arms and pulled them tighter to his chest.

“Good morning,” I mumbled against his skin. He gave me a grunt of acknowledgment. Despite our warm embrace, I was covered in sadness. Tom would be boarding a plane in a few hours, and it would be eight weeks until I saw him again. Eight whole weeks. Seven of those I’d be shooting a movie, not in London, but it was still making my heart heavy. I wanted to sob into Tom, let him hold me and reassure me that we’d be okay, but I didn’t want to make it hard on him. He stirred against me and turned over to face me, wrapping his arms around my naked body and pulling me close to him. Our various lovemaking sessions through the night made clothes an unnecessary roadblock, so we never really wore them. I inhaled the scent of him while tracing my hands on his well-defined abs. His hand was gently tracing my cheek, and the other was playing with my hair.

Between us, I felt his half-hard manhood resting on my leg. I trailed my fingers down to him, letting my fingers ghost along with his shaft while he let out a groan. I chuckled a little before hitching my leg around his waist and putting my fingers between my thighs. Our late-night lovemaking also meant that we didn’t ‘clean up’ often, so some of his essences still lingered between my folds. I rubbed my fingers out across my clit before dipping one inside of me. I used the wetness as a lubricant and brought my hand back to his almost fully erect cock now. I was gasping a little and he pressed open mouth kisses to my forehead. I stroked him to attention and rolled us over so that I was straddling him. I gripped him and pressed his tip to my core, letting some more wetness slide down. He moaned my name and I let my head roll back in pleasure. I slowly guided him into me, using every bit of self-restraint to keep from letting him fill me all the way immediately. Once he was in me, I lowered the top-half of my body so that I could kiss him. His eyes were still partially closed with sleep and pleasure, but he still looked like a god. I moved back up and slowly began moving up and down. It was slow and lazy, but it’s what I wanted. His hands came up to knead my breast and I used one of my hands to flick the bundle of nerves. The closer I approached orgasm, the faster I got. I didn’t realize how fast I was until Tom’s hands moved to my waist and held me to him as his hips bucked into me. I felt his cum spurt into me as he let out a string of moans and gasps. Once he let go of my waist, I kept riding him, and he brought his fingers to where mine had been. It only took him a few more seconds to bring me to my orgasm.

I laid on top of Tom, his cock still inside of me, and caught my breath. We kissed, unhurriedly but passionately for a while before his alarm went off, telling us it was time for him to get ready. I whimpered into the kiss, and rested my forehead on his, keeping my eyes closed because I knew one look into his baby-blues would have me crying.

“What time do you have to leave?” I asked, my voice breaking a little.

“I need to be at the airport in an hour,” he said. I sat back and nodded, finally opening my eyes. He rolled us over and pressed a few kisses up my shoulder before leaving the bed and heading towards the shower. I wrapped the blankets around me, getting cold without the warmth Tom’s body produces. I hugged his pillow, inhaling his scent once more. A few minutes after I heard the shower start, I moved to the sink to clean up a bit. The reflection in the mirror almost surprised me. My hair was tousled, my eyes and cheeks puffy, and a frown I didn’t even realize was displayed on my face. I brushed my hair and teeth and cleaned up a bit before slipping on some underwear and one of Tom’s sweatshirts and crawling back into bed. The water turned off soon after, and I could hear Tom drying off. He went through his normal routine, and eventually ended up perfectly dressed perched in front of me.

My pitiful reflection in the mirror was nothing compared to the sadness his face held now. I pulled myself to the edge of the bed and he dropped to his knees in front of me. He ran a few fingers through my hair before tucking it behind my ear.

“Only a few weeks,” Tom started, “then we’ll be back in London looking for our new home.” We both smiled at the notion, but it did little to relieve the heaviness that we in my heart currently.

“We can do this. We’ve done worse,” I tried to convince myself. His hands cupped my cheeks and began deeply kissing me. I melted into him putting my arms around his neck in encouragement. He broke away after a few minutes and pulled me into a tight hug. I felt one tear fall from my eye and used all my might not to let any more fall.

“My key is on the counter. Take it so you can come over when you miss me too much,” Tom said. He pulled back to look at me one last time.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you,” he replied. One last kiss before he got up to leave. He glanced back at me one last time, giving me a reassuring smile that I couldn’t reciprocate, and headed out the door.

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