heavenly [t.holland - 2]

twelve

I N  H A R P E R ' S  T R A I L E R

**sort of smut lol watch out**

A knock sounded from the door of Harper's trailer as a heavy Atlanta rain pounded outside. She opened the door, which swung open with a pitiful squeak, to find Tom standing in the pouring rain, drenched to the bone. He smiled up at her sheepishly, hair dripping droplets of water down his face.

"Can I come in?" He asked. "It's kind of cold out here." Now that he said it, she saw that he was shivering.

Harper nodded, opening the door further and stepping to the side so he could enter. "Why are you out in the rain, Tommy? God, get in here!" She ushered him inside and went to get a towel for him, then wrapped it around his shoulders tightly.

Instead of answering, Tom let the towel drop to the ground, closed the space between them by taking a step towards her and leaning down, and cupped her cheeks in his soft hands. He pressed his lips, cold and wet but not unpleasant, to hers. He kissed her quickly, and before she could return it, he pulled away.

"What was that for?" She whispered, breathless. His body was still flush against her own, wet skin pressed against dry dry.

He tucked a strand of hair that had managed to escape her messy ponytail behind her ear, thumb tracing the freckles dotting her cheeks. "I love you, Harper." He stated. "I know I've told you this a thousand times before, but I need to say it again, not just when I'm drunk. I'm so fucking in love with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Her breath came shallowly. "Please tell me you're not going to propose." She hiccuped.

"I'm not. At least, not yet." He laughed. "I just... When you were mad at me, when we weren't talking, I felt dead. But when I'm with you, I feel alive."

Harper had trouble processing his words, but one thing was clear in her mind.

Gulping, she said, "I love you too."

Immediately, his face lit up. He didn't even respond, just leaned in to kiss her again. She could feel him smiling as she wound her arms around his neck, his own wrapping around her waist. She didn't mind the somewhat uncomfortable feeling of his sopping wet clothes clinging to her. Instead, she found that it cooled off her feverish skin.

His kisses soon left her lips and moved to her neck and chest, where they danced teasingly around the skin, making her realize that they were going farther than they usually did.

Harper wasn't a virgin. There was no question about that. But the last time she had had sex was over two years ago, and while that was true, she loved Tom and trusted him. She wanted this, she wanted him.

Her hands migrated from his neck to the hem of his shirt, tugging the fabric up over his head, which revealed his toned stomach and chest. He quickly rid her of her shirt, one she had stolen from Emma long ago. The next item to go was his sweatpants. She quickly shoved them down his legs until he was kicking them off as fast as he could, almost losing his balance.

His boxers had little hearts on them.

"Don't you dare laugh, Harper." He muttered, ears turning red with embarrassment.

She smirked up at him. "And what if I do, Thomas?"

Tom's response was to pick her up and hold her body tightly to his, so she was off the ground and pressed against him. She giggled and craned her neck downward to kiss him, and he walked the both of them over to the daybed in the corner of the trailer, which the crew had been kind enough to put in after she had complained multiple times.

He set her down, crawling between her thighs, up to her face. He peppered her cheeks with kisses, then moved down her body, from her neck, all the way down to the waist of her leggings. He bit teasingly on the skin, making her arch her back and gasp. He gently pulled the pants down, and revealed her black lace panties.

He glanced up at her, eyebrows raised. "Fancy underwear. Were you expecting something?"

Rolling her eyes, Harper replied, "Shut up and kiss me, Holland."

"Yes, ma'am." He dove back in and kissed her hard on the mouth. As their lips worked together, she managed to wiggle out of her pants while still keeping contact.

When she felt his hard-on poking insistently at her hip, she froze, and he noticed her change in behavior.

He pulled back a fraction of an inch. "Hey," he whispered, brushing her hair back. "Are you okay? Do you want to stop? It's alright if you do."

"No!" She said, almost too quickly. "I don't want to stop. I want to do this. Trust me. I want to and I'm okay." He gave her a look like he didn't believe her. "I'm serious! Unless you want to."

He grinned lazily at her, taking in her flushed cheeks against her pale, dewy skin. "Let's do this."

And with that, he stripped both of them of their undergarments, and made love to her.

++ :))) this is like the only time i haven't written actual smut, just alluded to it (btw i lovelovelove the fact that i did the made love instead of had sex thing because it's more poetic and romantic)