The Plan [COMPLETED]

You're Going to Kill Me

Instinctively, you jumped onto the counter, his hands guiding your legs so that they draped either side of him, then you watched as he bent and kissed from your left knee up your thigh, his eyes holding your gaze the entire time.

You breathed, slowly, heavily, as he travelled up your body, his eyes like a magnet, trying to draw you closer to him.

Once he reached the fabric of your shorts, he skipped that area entirely, his spine straightening slowly and his mouth coming level to your chest. You looked down at him, the boy you knew for years, gazing up at you with a completely new look. A look of wanting.

"Take your top off." He whispered, leaning up so that his mouth was almost on yours.

You whipped it off in a second, and he leaned back to admire what you were wearing underneath. His eyes travelled over the black straps crossing just under your collar bone, the opaque lace decorating your boobs, and he bit his bottom lip.

"Fucking hell, have you been wearing this all night?" He asked, and you noticed he was a little breathless. You nodded as his fingers grazed over the material. "You're going to kill me Luka."

A giggle escaped your throat. Hearing him say those words was weird, exciting, tantalising...a month ago you could honestly say that you had never fantasised about Tom Holland, your brother's best friend, putting his hands on you and wishing he would rip your clothes off. Yet here you were, wanting him to do exactly that.

His touch was feather light as he traced over the patterns of the lace, the structure of the bralette, all the way round to the back where it was clasped together. You shivered a little, not from the cold, waiting for him to make his next move, while you sat on the edge of your counter, seconds away from jumping on him and attacking his mouth.

Maybe he could tell how antsy you were, maybe it was obvious. He never made a move to rid you of anymore clothing, he just kept tracing lines over it, over your shoulder, down your stomach. Like he was trying to commit your skin to memory. Like he was trying to tease the fuck out of you...

"Fucking hurry up Tom." You finally hissed, head falling back as he once again neared the edge of your shorts then moved away. He laughed.

"I almost forgot how dirty your mouth gets when you're like this."

"Forgot? You've only heard it once." You breathed, looking back at him.

"Maybe...but I've replayed that night in my head a lot since then." Your chest lurched at his admission. He's been thinking about you? When? With her?

Marbella.

You stiffen, and his hands flew off you.

"What?" He asked, sounding a little worried.

"You never told her."

"Told who what?"

"Marbella." You said through gritted teeth. "You never told her that it wasn't happening with you two."

You started to move to jump off the counter, but Tom wrapped his arms around your waist, anchoring you to the tile.

"I'll do it." He said, simply.

"No," You shook your head. "Nothing is happening until you do." You wriggled against his grip but he was too strong. God damn his job giving him muscles. Your belly ignited with a desire to feel those muscles at work but you clenched your jaw, trying to dampen the feeling down.

"Ok, I'll do it right now." One of his arms left your waist and reached into his pocket. He tapped on the screen then lifted it to his ear. You frowned at him – surely he wasn't calling one girl when there was another girl in his arms?