LIBBY FRENCH
march 24th 2019
03:15 AM
my head was pressed into his bare chest, deep breaths labouring both of our bodies, the duvet was half covering both of our sweat smothered skin.
"hey at least we didn't die during sex, right? that would be quite the story." i laughed into his chest. instantly regretting the words that blurted from my mouth, i laughed slightly.
the pattern he was drawing on my naked shoulder stopped instantly, lifting his arm up, he covered his mouth slightly, trying to cover what i think would be a rather beautiful grin. so i pulled my self up slightly, pulled his hand away from his mouth and pressed small kisses to his palm and fingers.
"i- there is something that feels so wrong about laughing at that statement." toms hand then moved to my hair, flattening down the messed up patches- at his doing.
"well as the kids would say nowadays, you only live once."
this time tom didn't bother to hide the smile that pulled at the corners of his mouth- a boisterous laugh rumbled at his chest. tom pulled me back down into him, resting both of his arms around my shoulders as i lied comfortably on his chest.
it wasn't for a few moments later till tom broke the comfortable silence. "let's go on a drive." i propped my head up. "a drive?" i questioned him.
"a drive." he nodded. we watched each other intently, waiting for some form of reaction. tom leaned forward and pecked my lips slightly, before quickly flipping us over, and getting out of the bed.
it was not a sight i could complain about. i watched him move around my room, dressing himself then grabbing a bag off of the desk, and putting odds that sat around my room into it. he bagged my polaroid camera, a few pens and a small section of paper. he then grabbed the two phones off of the desk and made path towards the open wardrobe.
"what's the code?" he looked up towards me- sprawled against the white sheets- still extremely flustered from our previous activities.
"3682"
he locked our phones into the safe. before he went to close the wardrobe, he spotted a dress, with green leaves on it; i observed him as he pulled out out of the wardrobe and inspected it from afar.
"wear this, darling." his tone was low and quite passionate; while he threw the dress in my direction.
"okay." i spoke softly before dressing myself also.
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eventually * HIDDLESTON
Fanfictionlibby and tom both have their countdown and are slowly anticipating their end. based off of the book 'they both die at the end' by adam silvera.
