Nothing But Thieves Imagines (Mature Content)

Missing - Conor - Part 1

E/N: If you read all my fics, you may recognize this theme from another story. Have fun :)

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"I miss you so fucking much."

Conor's face shook slightly on the screen of your laptop. You could tell it was because his leg was bouncing feverishly in frustration.

He sat in a chair in his hotel room in Rome, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. Over his shoulder you could see city lights and distant hills. He paid it no attention. He gazed wistfully at you.

"I miss you too, babe," you replied. "Only ten more days."

He nodded, but sighed heavily. "Seems like ten fucking years. This tour feels like it's lasted forever."

"Just six weeks," you said. But it felt that way for you, too.

You'd discussed accompanying him on his European tour, but you had too much to do for work. You'd gotten by on video calls -- some naughtier than others -- and nearly nonstop texts.

Now, time seemed to slow as you looked forward to him returning to your shared flat in Essex in a week and a half.

"Oh, by the way, your mum asked if we'd come for dinner after I pick you up," you said, snuggling deeper into the pillows on your shared bed.

Conor threw his head back and laughed.

"Oh, mum," he said, bemused. "Tell her there is no fucking way. I need you all to myself the minute I touch English soil."

"Ok, let me just make a note...tell Conor's mum no fucking way..." You pretended to jot it down.

"Those exact words," Conor joked, his toothy grin making your insides melt.  "I'm gonna ask her what you said."

You giggled, stretching your arms above your head. The late-day sun shone through the window and cast a warm glow across the skin above your sheer tank top. 

Conor leaned closer and peered at the screen.

"Wait a minute," he said, his eyes growing wide. "Is that the red one?"

You raised an eyebrow. "The 'red one'? I'm afraid you'll need to be more specific."

He rolled his eyes and pressed his lips together. "The red lacy thing, the one that...you know."

"Drives you crazy?" you replied. "Sends you mental? Makes you want to throw me on the bed and have your way with me all night?"

Conor's smile creased his cheeks, but his dimples faded as he watched you push your black tank top down over your shoulder, revealing a sliver of your red lace bra. You looked down at it casually.

"Why yes, yes it is."

"Fucking hell," he responded, straightening the brim on his hat and crossing his arms over his Lemon Twigs t-shirt. "You love to torture me, don't you?"

You were feeling evil. You kept going. "Well, if I really wanted to torture you, I'd do this."

You smiled, crossed your arms and pulled your top off, fully exposing the lush lace that barely covered you.

Speechless, Conor gulped. He couldn't help but lean forward to get a closer look. The fire in his eyes looked like it would bore a hole through the screen.

"And. . . this," you purred.

You lazily ran your fingers across your bare midsection, letting your eyes flutter closed. Then you slowly trailed them up over your chest.

Conor cursed under his breath as you brought a finger to your lips and sucked on it, never taking your eyes off his.

"You are fucking incredible," he whispered, his mouth dry. "I have sound check in half an hour."

"Ohh, that's too bad," you whined. "I guess I'll need to take care of myself."

"No," he said with sudden energy, sitting up straight. You could see the blur of the background changing as he got to his feet.

"No?" Your brows furrowed.

"No," he said, his voice even. "You're not gonna 'take care of yourself' til I'm there to do it for you."

"Wait, what the -- " you began.

"Two can play this game, love." He grinned. "Think about me all you want, imagine any manner of things. But consider the next ten days the calm before the storm."

It was your turn to sputter and protest.

"Calm? It will not be fucking calm, do you know how hard that will be?! Jesus, Conor --"

"I'll make you the same promise," he interrupted. "I'll be, shall we say, stoic, too. We'll see how well we do. If you make it, that is." His little body was taught and teasing now, his eyes full of defiance, his dimples mocking you.

You swallowed hard. This was not at all your intention. Fuck, you worked out your tensions at missing Conor pretty much every night. How would you manage?

"Or would you rather just head over to my mum's next Saturday? I can even call and let her know we'll stay the night --"

"No!" you practically yelled, and Conor threw back his head and cackled.

"Ok, ok, fine, you have a deal," you grumbled. "But no funny business, you hear? We're in this together."

"You have my word," he promised. His voice dropped to a husky growl and his lips curled into a smirk. 

"And when I get home, I'm gonna make you feel like you've never fucking felt before."

You sucked in a breath, and felt yourself growing hot just from his words. He nodded and grinned, clearly satisfied with his effect on you.

A loud knock came at his door, and you could hear Dom's muffled voice calling to him.

"Well, I'm off," he said casually. "Have a nice...rest of the evening, my love."

"Conor, I am going to throttle you --"

"Save it for next Saturday," he cooed, before blowing you a kiss. "Bye for now."

The screen went blank. You lay there in the dark, your whole body tingling and sparking from your own touch and Conor's words.

"Damn you, Conor," you whispered, as you crawled out of bed to run a cold shower.

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