Taken

She was pulled in close to a hard yet warm surface, she felt herself being folded slightly, and an arm ran under her legs, lifting her from the floor. She wriggled around in the grip, trying to figure out what had happened, suddenly realising she was in the arms of Tommy, she curled herself up, letting multiple tears roll off of her cheeks, onto his chest. Tommy held her tightly, this time he wouldn’t let her go. Wrapping his arms around her back, and pulling her legs around his waist, he carried her to the bed, and placed her down gently on her side. His hand gripped tightly on her hips and the other underneath her, wrapped around her back, holding her bony body against his. Neither of them said anything, the silence was enough, neither of them wanted to make it worse. Rory pushed herself back into his warmth, he tightened around her, making her feel safe, and secure. She could feel his breath against her neck, it was making her tickle, but it was really turning her on. It was her major turn on, she turned her body around, her stomach pressing against his, she kissed his lips, and he kissed her back passionately. Tommy never wanted to lose her, and Aurora didn’t want to lose Tommy. They held onto each other, and kissed, Tommy started to kiss down her neck and onto her chest, her skin and bones dug into him, and he pressed her stomach slightly. A sharp pain ran through him, as she dug her nails into his back, he relaxed afterwards, it was her grieving method, and he only took it to make her feel better. He would usually have the scratches for a few days, but they went away, the torture in her head wasn’t going anywhere. He wanted to make her happy. A sharp stabbing pain struck through her body, she arched her back and screamed out loud. He put his hand over her mouth and carefully stroked her body with his hand. Catching every angle of her body, with his fingers, he removed his other hand from her mouth, and kissed her, his world, crashing into hers. Aurora kissed him back, every part of her body hurting, trembling. She pulled away from him, and slipped out of the bed, she watched him look up at her, and her head started to spin. Her legs started to feel like jelly, her stomach tightened. She screamed out his name before collapsing to the floor, a pile of skin and bones. The last thing she felt was her head hitting the floor, and then being lifted up off of the ground. At least she felt something rather than numbness.