We dance almost all night long, rehydrating ourselves poorly with champagne.
He looks so wonderful, so happy and free-spirited. I gradually let myself relax more and more, until I'm dancing like it's just me and him in the room.
I think he gets the same feeling, or at least the desire to have that feeling, as later on in the night, when people start to leave, he leans in close to me.
"You look so sexy tonight," he whispers beside my cheek.
"What happened to 'beautiful'?" I joke.
He pulls back slightly, taking my hand in his. "Could I have the honour of taking this upstairs to a room?"
My heart beats fast, uncontrollably, once again. His eyes search mine for an answer. I don't think.
"You could," I say, smiling, not caring about reasoning with myself anymore. I give in to temptation.
We don't say goodbye to anyone, to my surprise, as he takes my hand and rushes us both out of the ballroom.
"What's your room number?"
"348," I say softly, focusing on his concentrated jaw. Unexpectedly, he turns around to smirk, and I obviously return it.
We walk up the wide, grand, palace staircase, and as we enter the lift, he pushes me gently against the wall and leans in closer to my face.
I wrap my arms around his neck, staring into his eyes, and flickering my line of sight to and from his lips.
I give into my impulses again, crushing my lips to his.
They're impeccably soft and almost silky under mine, aswell as being thick and firm.
He varies the pressure of the kiss, finding the all of the sensitive areas of my mouth.
My first kiss.
The lift pings open, and I shift slightly to let go, but he doesn't allow me to, pressing his hands into my back to stop me. I open my eyes, searching for my room, and he moves his lips to my jawline and upper neck. I moan.
"Mmm...Tom...the room..." I struggle to form words.
Out of nowhere, he flips around to face the correct door and swipes my card through the lock.
I find his lips again, and he shuts the door behind us.
He unzips the back of my dress, feeling the bare skin underneath. My skin is hot, but somehow it gets hotter and tingles with his touch. I grip his curls, pulling him even closer to me.
He moves from my lips to my jawline again, then to my upper neck, lower neck...
"No kissing, right?"
...the marks he leaves burning my skin with desire.
Time slows down, each movement he makes blurring and each beat of my heart slurring.
He places his lips on the very surface of my shoulder, gentle and loving, but the flashbacks are impossible to flush away from my head. I keep trying to stop them entering my mind, pushing it away like a magnet that doesn't like to be separated, and it inevitably springs back.
The way he lifted my skirt up and I cried for help, but no one was there to hear me.
The way it hurt like no other experience I have ever had before.
The way I screamed and cried and bled.
The way I somehow found it in me to compose myself and rush down the stairs as he slept, nearly knocking the frame off the wall.
The realisation that my mother went through the same thing more often than not.
The way my heart broke into millions of pieces, and I never found all of them again.
"Tom...stop, please." I don't have to tell him twice. He pulls away, with a soft, upset expression, and finds my things as I sit on the bed and work my hardest to stop the tears.
"Do you need this?" He takes out my long t shirt, and I nod.
He hands it to me, kissing my hair.
It takes me half a minute to find the air to support speech. "I'm sorry."
"I understand." I smile up at him, and he smiles back.
"Sometime soon," I promise.
He smiles bigger this time.
"Good night. I'll see you in the morning." He lifts my chin with a finger and stares into my eyes.
As I watch him walk away and shut the door, an ache in my heart forms, wanting more than anything to ask him to stay the night. But we both know that's beyond my capabilities, for now.
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Taming of the Tom
FanfictionA strong-willed, beautiful, but very conservative girl meets Tom at a dinner party. What will entail? And will it be as strong as the both of them?
