Thomas had carried Francis into his house, she clung tightly to his neck revelling in his smell and the feeling of his protection. He placed her down gently on what she assumed was his bed. It wasn't the nicest but it felt homely for a single man.
When he tried to leave the room he noticed her sniffling and mascara cascading down her face.
"Stay with me... please," she was tired and hurt but didn't want him to leave she had grown far to attached. Her eyes were soft and hooded, something caused by her crying.
With a huff he removed his blazer and shirt and was left in his trousers and undershirt. Softly he came and lay himself next to her. He subconsciously began stroking her exposed arm and she felt tingling run up her spine. A warm blush also spread to her cheeks.
He ran his thumb softly across her cheekbones.
"You know when I lived in Ireland I was considered odd I looked nor acted like anyone else in my family, I was an outcast to them," she returned the gentle gesture by also smoothing over his cheek.
A familiar heat rose between the two and they soon engulfed eachother a wild fire encasing them both in lust. His tender lips pressed against hers, claiming them, she kissed back just as passionately. "You're not out of place here," he spoke inbetween kisses and she wished this feeling would continue forever "what are you doing to me, Francis?"
His large hands snaked under her thighs and pulled her up to straddle his waist. The pads of his thumbs subconsciously rubbed over her wide hips.
The materiel of her red dress rose up revealing her stocking and creamy smooth thighs. Tommy's eyes drooped and filled with lust.
His hands roamed her now showing thighs and hers began roam and claw at his clothed chest. She quietly moaned against his lips at the feeling of his large body.
She hadn't felt so beautiful in a long long time. Seeing him all worked up like this made her realise maybe she was still pretty... maybe she hadn't lost her spark.
Slowly pulling away she took his face into her hands and made his eyes meet with hers. "Is this going to mean something?"
