End of Sallow

***I want something just like this

HEY Y'ALL. Before this chapter, you should pop in and read "I think I wanna marry you" in 'It's the little things' book. It shows Theo "earning" Sebastian's blessing. :3 Not needed to understand what's going on here though. Enjoy <3

CW: SMOOTSMOOT.

Afterward

He wasn't sure why he thought she would make it easy.

Why he thought he could make a plan and that it would all go perfectly.

This was Charlie Sallow. From day one of meeting her, she'd made all his well laid-out plans go sideways.

He'd told her the night before that he was counting on breakfast in the morning. She'd evidently took that in the literal sense, because when he'd opened his eyes, she was no longer next to him in bed. He'd meant to wake her up with his head between her legs.

Breakfast.

But, since he hadn't even stirred when she'd gotten up.

He had sighed and grabbed some sleep bottoms, making his way out to the kitchen. He was mid-yawn when he came upon her and stopped short

She was facing away from him, mixing some ingredients together, what she was cooking, he had no idea. Her apron was on, strapped around her bare back.

She wore nothing else but that bloody apron. She'd turned her head to smirk at him.

"You can only choose one. Breakfast or –"

She hadn't even finished her sentence before Theo was across the kitchen and ravishing her.

The apron had stayed on the entire time, even now as she was pinned over the dining table, where Theo held her arms across her back.

"Fuck, Theo!" She moaned and he grinned. His two favorite words from her strung together in a barely coherent sentence.

"What do you need?" He asked, leaning down as he didn't stop his pace.

She'd come apart for him four times already. Once on the counter, once on the floor, once against the wall and now bent over this table.

He'd slowed his pace at this last one, prolonging it as long as possible, but she still wasn't done, it seemed.

"I need more," she gasped.

"More?" He chuckled breathlessly. "Since when are you so greedy, love?" He teased her a bit, making slow shallow thrusts into her until her hands managed to grab his, the one that held her arms in place.

"Theo!" She hissed.

"Ask nicely," he murmured into her hair.

It'd been three years since graduation, and yet she still squirmed, trying to get her way without saying 'please.'

And she still never got what she wanted.

"Please!" She finally growled and Theo smirked.

"Please what?"

She groaned and again, tried to wiggle. That little pride of hers was so endearing... And fun.

Finally, she gave up. "Please, Theo, faster!"

He didn't need to be told twice as he picked up the pace. He watched as she pressed herself back against him, forcing him to press in deeper, watched her lay the side of her face on the table and moaned for him.

She'd grown out of that frustrating habit of staying quiet and he loved every fucking second of it.

"More-" She whined and he couldn't help but chuckle.