The Twelfth Week (Troyler)

Chapter 7 - Better than Nutella

I stood up and glanced at Tyler, "Do you want to go do something with the rest of our night? Get a film out or something?" I guessed he might want to watch his favourite disney films and stay up late, but he shook his head and buried back into my neck, "No. I'm fine with just having you." I frowned again and tried to stand straight, "But Tilly we can't just stand here..." my voice trailed off as I felt a pair of lips press the join where neck met shoulders, then moved slightly to press another light kiss further up my neck. The trail of butterfly kisses carried on until it reached my jaw, and I looked to see Tyler's eyes had darkened slightly as he looked up through his eyelashes.

Damn. How did he do that? I bit my lip and watched as his eyes flickered shut, his tongue slowly trailing over his bottom lip. I couldn't stand this. He couldn't stand there with his thumbs rubbing tiny circles into my hips and expect me not to do anything. "Ty-" I gasped as his thumbs flicked my waistband, not daring to go any lower. "Ty, what's going on here, with us?" My voice was husky and I noticed his eyes flick to my lips as I spoke.

Was this actually happening? I leaned forward and rested my forehead on his temple, mouthing at his jaw as he spoke. "It's up to you, I don't want to rush this. I don't want to mess up, not with you." My eyes widened and I stopped the little kisses that had been fluttering from my lips to the line of his jaw. "Tilly- you want- you want to be with me?" He looked at me like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Well I thought you realised..." He trailed off and I ducked to get into his eyeline, where he was looking at the floor. I caught his eye and pushed my lips up on to his, my hands quickly reaching back to his hair and twisting the strands between my fingers. He tasted like wine and whiskey and half a dozen other bitter sweet flavours. I loved it; I'd found an even better taste than Nutella.

Catching his bottom lip in between my teeth, I heard the rumble in his chest that had happened earlier in the live stream. "Damn it Troye" he practically growled the words out, making my knees go weak and I tugged slightly on the back of his head, requesting that his neck be shown.

He ignored my silent pleas and instead grabbed my hand, pulling me in the direction of the bedroom. "C'mon we can go to bed" he said it quietly, almost hesitantly and he dropped my hand as we reached the guest bedroom. Slightly disappointed, I pushed the door open and made as if to go inside, only to be stopped by a hand on my arm.

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A/N they're taking it slow guys. no smut from me! it was cute though right?

i wrote this a few weeks back and i've only just read over it but i think i did a damn good job on it. 

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