The Story of Me and T - A Tanner Buchanan Fanfic

'Wall Against My Face'

*Tanner POV*

She was uncomfortable. I could tell by her little twitches as she sat there trying to engage herself in the conversation happening, and the constant fixing of what was already immaculate hair. Uncomfortable, nervous, and not quite herself which was bewildering. Grace was nothing less than a social butterfly, able to handle herself in any situation, but had become a little more fragile to me. Maybe it was because of me and the way my feelings had changed towards her, she was someone I knew I had to take care of, especially lately.

My director, Andy requested that we spend the evening getting acquainted at the hotel bar downstairs, which happened to be one of the best in town. We'd had been here for a while, in that time I was with Andy discussing work, and she was sat on a corner table with Angela, his wife. This way I could keep a firm eye on her and make sure she was okay even though she was tucked away in the corner. Trouble was, I couldn't take my eyes off her. She looked as breath-taking as always, but her new curves propelled her into a curvy sexy goddess that I needed to be getting in, not gawking at. I waited for a natural, inconspicuous way of leaving to go and get her where I wanted her, but with the arrival of the other actors, leaving anytime soon was very unlikely.

I glanced over at her again, to find more twitching this way and that, and felt extremely guilty that this evening that was supposed to be with me, was turning out to be a total wash out. I never knew it would be a work thing... I wanted to make sure she knew that and just as the thought crossed my mind, I had my phone in my hand ready to text her.

Me: I'm sorry baby, I had no idea I'd be working tonight. Are you okay?

I looked over and waited for her response. As she opened the text a smile appeared across her face filling me with warmth, to the point when I was smiling too.

Grace: I'm fine. I Promise. Angela is so sweet, I'm enjoying myself x

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They'd both been steadily drinking the whole night, and Grace wasn't a big drinker. I surmised it was to settle the nerves, which seemed to be working as with every glass she finished she became more relaxed. Relaxed and Tipsy! Tipsy Grace meant horny Grace, who was always horny lately anyway, all equating in the prospect of sex. Lots and lots of sex and I needed it. When we were apart, phone sex was great, and over the years I'd built a pretty great relationship with my right hand but, getting off to the thought of her didn't quite cut it when I knew I'd eventually have the real thing. Then I guess there was the aeroplane bathroom action, again great, but nothing, and I mean nothing could compare to being submerged deep in the warmth of your woman and spilling out in there.

We'd both held on to our phones religiously the night so far, being our only form of contact, so I figured now was a good opportunity to text her. Again!

Me: You look beautiful tonight baby.... Sorry again that we're not together...

She looked at the phone clearly trying to make out the words through intoxicated eyes before typing out her reply.

Grace: I'm sorry too. I'm dying for a kiss. Amongst other things... x

Horney Grace was in full swing, prompting my next text..

Me: Don't worry, we'll get lots of kissing and 'other things' done tonight baby.

She smiled a naughty smile as though she was scheming, tapping away at her phone..

Grace: Glad to hear it, until then i'm sending you a big fat kiss. Put it straight on your lips... Just where I like it. ;) x