'Mile High'

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I liked Ohio Tanner. I mean, I already liked Tanner, but Ohio Tanner was different. He was relaxed, very much himself and a guy that wasn't afraid to be vulnerable around me or scared to show others what I, what we meant to him. And Ohio, Grace was different too. I wasn't Grace the best mate and glorified booty call, I was his girl. A person who he confided in and above all someone he cared for deeply, which despite being a great revelation, scared me. But still, I like it. I liked it a lot.

Ohio was two weeks ago but felt like yesterday due to the number of times I played certain events repeatedly in my head. Like the night we discussed future developments for the house. His house which that he started referring to as 'ours'.

Ohio – Two weeks ago

It was a freezing night. Thick snow started to fall all through the day, into evening and settled. Despite almost being snowed in anyway, we wanted to stay at home watch rubbish and eat junk which is exactly what we did.

We sat on the floor in front of the fire, wrapped up in blankets and each other, while we picked at munchies and talked randomly.

'T, babe. Do you think maybe you should get a dining table?' I joked looking at all the food around us on the floor.

'Yea I guess, but if we did, we wouldn't be able to do this' He said referring us being in close proximity, him feeding me strawberries covered in melted chocolate that I had to lick/suck clean from his fingertips. I was silently smug at the fact that he said 'we' implying that I would return here and we would be here together again at some point.

'But it's up to you though baby. If you want a table, we'll get one' he added

'It's not up to me Tanner, it's your house'

'No baby, It's our home, besides tables aren't for just eating from, are they?' He said with a cheeky suggestive smile.

I laughed. It amazed me how he managed to divert eating junk and lounging about to sex, especially when we'd had so much of it... but I wasn't complaining. It had been about four hours since our last time and the thought of floor sex with Tanner in front of the fire was very, very appealing and just what I needed to settle my cruel hormones that were tormenting me lately..

I pinned him, back down, on to the fluffy rug underneath us and slowly started peeling the hem of his shirt up his torso...

'And whipped, spray cream isn't just for hot chocolate with marshmallows either' I countered...

You can imagine how that played out. By the end, we were both covered in wet, sticky cream and had to shower, and the shower foreplay didn't disappoint either.

These events as opposed to normal nonsexual ones were my favourite to recall, for obvious reasons. I missed his body and the feel of his warmth and weight on top of me. Or his soft hands grabbing my hips tightly, or his tongue on my neck. It's crazy, sex was always okay, and something I enjoyed. But lately, the thought of Tanner got me boiling to an uncomfortable point which over the last two weeks resulted in some pretty awesome phone sex. I'd call him in borderline desperation and as always, he'd happily oblige. His voice in my ears ordering me to finish the job was literally all I needed. At some point, quite randomly and more embarrassingly, since our fling commenced, I'd become a bit of a sex maniac. Which was not in my nature at all. But it was hard to explain, something had changed in me, and I needed physical relief. All the damn time. But it was fine, this time tomorrow we'd be together in Vancouver, and I'd get all the Tanner action I wanted, and needed. I just had to get through a days journey, I thought depressingly, looking at my window, staring at everything and nothing at all. It was a depressing thought, that was thankfully interrupted by my phone. It was him.

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