𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓 ✞𝑡𝑜𝑚 𝑘𝑎𝑢𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑧✞

part eight

There was a metallic jingle as the keys hit the pavement. Throwing them to the ground, Jay shook his wrist slightly as he walked away, heading back into the house and waiting by the door. Flustered, Robyn held Tom by the wrists as his hands clutched the side of his face, groaning slightly with the sudden pain. Looking over, she watched as Jay glared back at her a final time before closing the door.

"Fuck" Tom exclaimed, exhaling through his gritted teeth. Eyes now coming into focus, Robyn looked at his face as it tensed under the early morning sun, his jaw angular and twitching as he moved it slightly.

"God, he is such a dick. You shouldn't have come over when he acts like that. He's not worth taking a punch over" she chuckled slightly, tracing her index finger over his jaw as she assessed the damage. Dropping his hands from his face, he relaxed under her touch as his eyes stared down at her refusing to break contact. They were like magnets and he couldn't pull away.

The pad of her finger lingered slightly over his soft lips as she swept over the small gash that was now imprinted beside his piercing. Exploring it, she continued to brush over his lower lip now flicking her eyes upward to his lighter ones as they stared back.

"let's go back" he spoke, glossing his lower lip with his tongue and breaking the ruby pearl of blood that was growing.

~*~

"hungry?" she asked, swaying slightly as she leaned into the cool white light of the refrigerator.

Still looking over the scarce options of junk food, she shifted slightly as she felt a tall presence behind her- Tom. Leaning over her shoulder, he too peered into the refrigerator, his chin lazily perching on her shoulder. Smiling to herself, she leaned back into his stance, feeling the comfort of his broad frame against her back. They stood like this for several moments before she tutted, selecting two cool beers from the door and closing it. Turning to face him, Robyn handed him one of the green bottles and lifted her finger to catch the falling bead of blood from his lip, noticing how it diffused into the heat of her finger.

"you're still bleeding" she stated, glancing up at him.

"I'll live" he smirked, lowering his head so his eyes met hers.

Breaking away from his stare, she pulled a pale washcloth from beside the sink and collected it in her palm. While doing so, Tom pushed himself back into the kitchen island until he was comfortably sat upon the countertop, legs spread wide as he twisted off the cap of the beer and took a swig. She rejoined him shortly, leaning into the counter between his legs before tilting his face slightly by moving his chin with her hand. Placing the beer beside him, he smiled slightly watching as she cleaned his lips, noticing how the shadows of the early morning undulated over her cheekbones, revealing only the cat-like ovals of her eyes to be seen through the darkness. Instinctively, his hands found their way to her waist, slipping through the loops in her jean shorts as he pulled her towards him.

Rolling her eyes, she smirked at his playboy nature continuing to lightly dab the blood from his lower chin feeling as her skin grew flushed and her heart began to race beneath his stare.

"Does he know I am here?" he questioned, once she had finished wiping and tossed the rag onto the counter.

"Who? Jay?" she replied, taking swig from her beer as she remained comfortably positioned between his legs. He nodded.

"Nope" she chuckled slightly.

"What if he did?" Tom smirked, raising his chin as he peered down at her, now slipping a cool finger into the hem of her shorts. She paused, feeling as his touch sent shivers over her back. Weather it was the drugs or the lighting or both, Tom had never looked more handsome as he did right now: his jaw moving as he spoke into an angular 'V', the ball of his adam's apple rolling down his throat as he swallowed the beer, his lip dry with rusty blood and his voice vibrating through her chest like music.

"A lot worse than punch you" she purred drunkenly taking a sip.

He stifled a cocky laugh before clearing his throat, setting the beer down beside him and leaning down into her, just until their faces were inches apart.

"Why's that?" he almost whispered. His words slow and teasing. Her eyes flicked between his.

"Because it's Jay. He's like that" she replied.

"Like what? Possessive. Controlling" he listed, now truly teasing her with his suggestive words deepening into a whisper.

"Not always, he just makes sure guys aren't coming onto me when I don't want them to." she explained. He smirked in reply, triumphant with her reply being exactly what he had expected.

"But he's not here now, he's not stopping me" he whispered, his palms now flattening onto her lower back as he pulled her further into him. "neither are you" he added.

Their foreheads now connecting, the two remained like this for several moments flicking their eyes from one to the other deciphering weather this was a bad idea.

"Tell me to stop" he whispered, his warm breath brushing over her flushed skin. Her insides turned. Hesitant, flashes of Jay's angry face appeared in her brain before they were drowned out by the soft lips enveloping her.

Synchronised, their heads tilted upward to compliment each others movements as his tongue slid further into her mouth. It was slow yet euphoric. Escalating, it deepened into a paced and passionate affair, the cool metal of his piercing pressing upon her heated lips and the pungent metallic taste of blood invading her senses. Leaning further into him, his hands could now slide further down her shorts, tracing over her curves gripping tighter at her soft skin. In a strange way, the pair were perfectly alike; both roaming over each others bodies and intensifying the kiss into a spontaneous outbreak of wrecklessness. They both knew this was off limits and definitely had consequences. Yet, it was a greater feeling than any other high could give her.

"Tom" she softly whispered, pulling away from their connected lips as she looked back at him smirking and adjusting his lip ring. Before she spoke again, she scanned over his face, watching as he leaned over her, staring down into the depth of her eyes waiting for her to speak. Inside, Tom ached with the assumption that she was going to tell him to stop and regretfully reason with him the abundance of reasons as to why this was a bad decision. He waited anxiously.

"Let's go to bed" she spoke through parted lips, her words slow and tempting.