Touch & Go

16. Give Me Love

Do not tell me you wanted smut.

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  "All I want is the taste that your lips allow."

- Ed Sheeran, Give Me Love

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June 20th, 2016

I. Was. Home.

If I was to describe what I felt in three words, these would be it. I was home. Even though Theodore and I were slowing walking past dimly lit lamp posts in the moonlit streets of Vienna, I was home. Even though there weren't as many words exchanged between us, I was home. Even though life wasn't dandy, I was home. Even thought my family was miles away from me, I was home.

I had learned that home wasn't a beautiful modest house with beautiful intricate furniture. Home was a room filled with our safest sounds. Home was walking on freshly cut grass while gazing at the rising sun. Home was a lazy carefree Sunday afternoon spent looking through photo albums. Home was Drew spread across the table top whilst humming to the Bohemian Rhapsody and home was the delicious scent of Em's newest batch of butternut cookies.

"Hey Iris?" Theo interrupted my trail of thoughts.

"Hmm?" I glanced at our interlaced fingers.

"Are you coming back home for the summer?" I could sense the tension in his posture.

"No." He knew I wouldn't; couldn't.

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3 a.m. in the morning found us on the terrace of the dormitories, a tangled mess of unfinished thoughts on the concrete floor. Unsaid words floated in the air between us. His fingers slowly traced my collar bone back and forth, his eyes set on me.

"After you had left, a thought puzzled me for a long time; still did, until now. Why were the sensations that I felt in my dreams so unrealistically real? The horror of a lonely death so total? The ecstasy of your skin against mine so complete? How the warmth of your body always managed to soak my bones but I'd wake up cold. How your voice always seemed to calm me down but I'd have to take anxiety pills once I'd wake up. I could never manage to find the answer. But I see it now. Maybe it's in the way you look at me."

It was the brutal honesty of Theo's words that always got to me. He never said anything to please another or fool himself. He said it because he felt it. Had someone else spoken this way to me, I'd feel these words to be superficial and their emotions to be dramatised. But this was Theo. And Theo was sincere in every single emotion, whether he chose to portray it or not.

The vulnerability in his eyes was true as ever. And while I knew he seldom let it show, I also knew he wasn't ashamed of it. And before I could sense it, I craved his hands all over me, his taste on my lips and his marks across my body.

"Would you like to sneak into my dorm room, Theodore?" His eyes crinkled at the corners as his lips slowly turned into a smirk, taking me up on my offer.

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"It's messy, but then again, what isn't?" I silently folded the duvet that had previously taken up most of the space on my bed for one. Theo dangled his feet while being sat on the window pane, his back towards the full moon. I would have thought he wasn't listening to me, had I not raised my eyes to find his trained on me.

He cautiously walked up to me with measured steps. His left hand settling on the curve of my waist and his right untying the band that held my hair. We moved towards the bed, in a rhythm that felt like one of slow dancing. He sat on the corner and leaned back on his elbows. I slid the straps of my summer dress of my shoulders and let it fall to the ground. His eyes roamed all over, drinking me in.

I stood between his legs and reached for the hem of his tshirt, leaving a butterfly kiss on his shoulder after swiftly removing it. His hands circled my waist and pulled me onto him. I kissed his jaw, then again. And again.

His eyes twinkled lazily as I kissed the spot below his ear. But Theo could only wait so much before attacking my lips with his. Hurried kisses were exchanged as our hands roamed. His gentle rare nibbles eliciting a trail of shivers across my spine. He rolled to be on top as the kiss grew feverish, holding my wrists in place. Kissing the corner of my mouth, he licked the length of my neck, forcing a faint moan to echo throughout the room.

My cheeks grew warm at the sound but he seemed to have enjoyed it, for bit on my earlobe before licking all the way down to my breasts. My hands tangled in his hair, holding the back of his head as I arched my body outwards.

"All the way?"

"All the way."

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We laid in the duvet until sunrise that morning, watching the rays light up the sky. My hands couldn't stop touching his for some reason; and he didn't mind, at all. Once the sun was high enough in the sky, I drew the curtains.

"Come back to bed." He propped up his head on his elbow, staring at me while I wore his tshirt from last night. I'll admit his husky morning voice sounded very, very convincing.

"Theodore, round three exhausted me completely. Show me chivalry ain't dead and get me breakfast." I stretched my limbs, making a show of last night's exhaustion. His head hit the pillow with a thump.

"I did quite like round three." He grinned at me like the Cheshire Cat. I threw my tshirt from the ground at his face, mocking offence.

"What?! Sue me, I like my girl on top." My eyes grew wide.

"Theo!" He threw his head back and laughed heartily.

"C'mon, breakfast awaits us." He said as he finally left the bed.

"Shower first, smelly cat." I left the room and walked towards the bathrooms across the hall. Knowing well, this was the girls' dormitory and he'd have to hide in my room until I was back.

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I was rinsing my hair when a knock startled on the stall's door startled me.

"¿Puedo entar?"

"You're kidding me." I hurriedly opened the door and pulled Theo inside, ignoring my clenching abdomen because one, his shirtless body was caging me, and two, because, boy, he knew his Spanish.

"You snuck all the way here?!"

"Couldn't help it. This was worth it." He rubbed his hands and licked his lips animatedly whilst staring at my bust. This boy will be the death of me.

I laughed and pulled his body on to mine. There were only a few students on campus for summer school and I was risking it but fuck it, I was creating memories.

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AND HERE IT IS.

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