His Precious Present

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎

Tom asked if you wanted to tell him about it. And you did. He listened and just held you close as you let it out. The fact your own mother kept belittling you into feeling like you were in the wrong for standing up to her about how she treated you. All the comments about your work, appearance, and life seemed like nothing to her. Just mothering. She needed to point these flaws out about you because she's your mother and you deserve to know.

And you couldn't take it anymore. It wasn't motherly at all.

There wasn't really much Tom could do but comfort you. So he did that to the best of his ability. He listened to the way nobody but your best friend had for you.

His strong hands held you up. His whispers of reassurance held your heart up. You had your face buried into his chest. Tears scrolling down his body where your face met. Your own tear-stained skin, pressed against his soft warm chest.

He pulled you up and slid his hands under you. Picking you up bridal style. You look up at him once he lifts you off the ground. One arm under your knees another at your back. Peeping your face up off his chest. Both your eyes meet and he smiles at you.

"Let's get you cleaned up, princess," he whispers. Calming down your tears and sobs. You begin to relax as he lifted you up and into his washroom. You wrap your arms around his neck.

He nudges the door to the washroom open with his foot. And sets you down on your feet. He kisses your cheek before turning on the tap to the luxuriously large bathtub. And heading into the closet of the washroom to grab something.

As he's gone you look at yourself in the mirror. Your face was drenched in tears and your eyes were red and puffy. Nose slightly blushed red from all the sniffles. You bring your hand up to your face. It felt hot to touch.

Tom walked his way back over to me with a bottle in his hand. Looked like a bubble fluid.

He poured a generous amount into the rising water of the tub.

Then he made his way towards you. His eyes focused on yours and nothing else. His face looked so soft and loving. You could do nothing but stare at him as he brought his hands to the loose button-down you slipped on of his.

He looked down at the buttons of the shirt and undid them until the open shirt was gently sitting on your shoulders.

Completely bear on your chest with only the edges of his shirt covering each of your breasts.

You looked up at him as he slid the tips of his finger under the fabric; pushing them off your shoulders.

Your sorrow eyes look up into his and he finally brought them back to your gaze. The urge to kiss his kind lips rushed through your hurting head.

You brought your lips up to his and gently kissed them. You set your arms down and let the shirt drop to the ground, leaving you completely naked.

He held your cheek with one of his hands while he kissed your swollen lips.

His tongue licked at your lips while he slid his other hand around your waist to pull you in closer. Pressing your bearskin flush against his front.

"You're a blessing Tom," you mumble into his mouth. Pulling back to look into his eyes.

"You're an angel, love," he smiled, biting his lip while he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, "get in," he tilted his head towards the tub and nudged it for you to move.

You give him a sympathetic soft smile before walking into the tub and stepping into the lukewarm bubble water.

He watched as you stepped in and sat down.

"Are you coming?" You ask.

He nods and scrunches his nose while holding up a finger to ask for a second.

You nod and lean against the edge of the tub and relax in the very calming serenity of the water. Your tired eyes fell shut under the feeling.

Your ears heard the faint rustling and dripping of water. And you pried your eyes open to see Tom relaxing into the foamy hot water across from you in the tub.

He was sat down and had his arms rested along the edge of the smooth surface of the bath.

He looked so sexy. Eyes closed, head back, arms out, fully naked. It hurt your head more to think about him with such arousal in your mind.

He sensed your curious gaze studying his beautiful body. A small grin on his face as he felt your eyes on him, even with his eyes shut.

"What is it, dear?" he mumbled in a low tone as he slowly crept his eyes open to look at you.

"Um nothing," you say nervously, darting your eyes off him. He chuckles and raises a brow at you to tell him the truth, "You look really good," he smiled at you brightly.

"Come here," he signalled with the first two fingers of his right hand.

You drifted forward in the water sat right next to him and he pulled you closer to him with his arm. Wrapping it around your body. You rested your head on his chest and he laid an endearing kiss on your temple.

"I'm severely attracted to you, darling," He sighed, "every inch of you." he smiled kissing your shoulder.

"And I don't want you to think I want nothing to do with you because you have any issues; big or small," his hand gently rubbed your waist as he spoke so softly to you, "I could never think anything less of you. And I want you to feel comfortable opening up to me if you wish to,"

"I do," you smile running the tips of your fingers along his arm, "I do feel comfortable with you," you clear your throat.

You look up at him and he has a smile on his face, "that's good," He kisses your forehead.

You giggle and wrap both your arms around his torso. Holding him close.