(Terence x reader)

Whispered Promises

The warm glow of the lanterns outside my newly rebuilt home cast soft shadows on the porch, creating an intimate cocoon of light around Terence and me. The fireflies danced lazily in the air, their golden glow adding to the magic of the moment.

Terence was sitting close—closer than usual—his arm draped casually along the wooden railing behind me. His fingers occasionally brushed my shoulder, sending tiny sparks of warmth across my skin.

"You look beautiful tonight," he murmured, his voice carrying a rich undertone that sent a pleasant shiver down my spine.

I laughed softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Terence, I'm literally wearing my usual dress."

He smirked, his eyes darkening slightly. "Doesn't matter. You always look beautiful to me."

His sudden intensity made my breath hitch. My fingers instinctively curled around the fabric of my skirt as I felt heat bloom in my chest.

Terence leaned in just enough for me to feel his breath against my skin. His lips hovered near the sensitive spot just below my ear. "I love the way you blush," he teased, his voice barely above a whisper.

I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly. "And I love the way you fluster me," I admitted, my voice softer than I intended.

His lips curved into a knowing smile before he closed the distance between us. His mouth met mine in a slow, lingering kiss that sent heat pooling low in my belly. His hands—warm and firm—traced the outline of my waist, pulling me closer until I was practically in his lap.

I gasped against his lips when his fingers gently pressed into my lower back, guiding me flush against him. The way he held me—possessive yet gentle—sent a thrill down my spine.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he murmured between kisses, his lips traveling along my jaw, then down to my neck.

I exhaled shakily, tilting my head back to grant him more access. "I could say the same about you," I whispered, gripping his tunic for support.

His hands roamed over my back, his touch setting my skin on fire. The heat between us was undeniable, and for the first time, we didn't shy away from it.

Terence pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against mine as he caught his breath. His thumb caressed my cheek, his eyes dark with affection and something deeper—something that sent a delicious thrill through me.

"If we don't stop now," he murmured, his voice husky, "I might not be able to."

I bit my lip, my body still tingling from his touch. The unspoken promise in his words made my heart race.

I reached up, threading my fingers through his hair, and whispered back, "Then don't stop."

Terence inhaled sharply before capturing my lips again, this time with more urgency, more hunger. His hands explored every inch of me that they could reach, memorizing, savoring.

The world around us melted away. There was no Pixie Hollow, no Yvette, no lingering fears—just us, lost in each other under the glow of the fireflies and the warmth of the night.

And in that moment, I knew—Terence was mine, and I was his. Completely.

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Authors note:
Things just got steamy 👀✨