Our Album (A Taron Egerton Fan Fiction)

Lights Down Low***

     Taron pushed open the door to his apartment, his arm keeping it open as he allowed Hayden into his space. He'd had her over before, once or twice in their time together, but tonight was different and he hoped that there wouldn't be too much of a mess to greet them. He surveyed the room, noticing that things were still relatively clean, and he silently thanked his friend and roommate that he'd left it in this state.

     "Would you like something to drink?" Taron asked her as he watched her dump her bag near the end of the sofa. She nodded her head, so he made his way to the kitchen. "I've got beer, or if you'd like, I can make you something stronger."

     "Can I get something a bit stronger?" Hayden's voice sounded shaky and she hoped that he wouldn't notice just how nervous she was.

     He peeked around the corner at her, "Are you okay?" He watched her nod her head, "I've got seltzer and vodka, maybe a little bit of lime. Is that good?" He watched her nod again, "Are you sure that you're okay?"

     "Taron, stop asking me that or I won't be okay!" Hayden exclaimed, the sudden outburst actually calming her nerves a little. She laughed out loud, "I'm sorry, I'm just nervous."

     "It's just me love, you have no reason to be nervous," Taron popped the top of two seltzer cans before unscrewing the cap off the bottle of Smirnoff.

     "That's exactly why I'm nervous," Hayden took a seat at the counter, watching with interest as he mixed their drinks. "You make me nervous."

     He stopped his actions, looking over at her. A slight smirk appearing as he giggled softly.

     "Well now, my nerves are not something to laugh at," Hayden couldn't help but giggle along with him. He had this magical way of putting her at ease, and she was so thankful for his sorcery right now.

     "Would you believe me if I told you that I was nervous as well?"

     "Not really," Hayden's smile grew.

     "You aren't the only one smitten with someone in this room," Taron handed her a drink, taking a sip of his own. "Situations like this are always a bit nerve racking. If they weren't, then I don't think feelings would be involved." He reached for her hand, which she gladly took.

     He led them to the couch, where the awkwardness between them only lasted as long as their drinks did, which they both downed fairly quickly. Lips met and hands began to explore the unknown territory of eachother's bodies. Hayden moaned when Taron's lips latched onto her neck, right below her ear. The pressure elicited shock waves through her body, her thighs growing hot with every tingle. With closed eyes, Hayden fumbled for the hem of Taron's shirt. Grasping it in both hands, she pulled upwards until they met the resistance of his arms. He took the job from her, discarding his body of the piece of fabric. Hayden blinked her lids open, taking the site of his masculine chest. A smattering of hair ran across his pecs, dipping down between them. She leaned forward, placing small kisses along his chest.

     Suddenly he pulled away from her, standing up from his spot. She looked up at him, hurt crossing her features momentarily, until he reached down to grasp both of her hands. He pulled her to her feet, and guided them down the hallway to his bedroom. As he gently lowered her onto the bed, he started humming, the low malonic sound instantly easing her back into the throws of passion.

     Her clothes soon laid in a heap on the floor, his piled on top. The covers had been pulled up over them. Their lips and hands had explored and mapped all the dips and crevices of their bodies. Hayden's hands gripped Taron's hair as she glanced down, his head sticking out between her legs. Her back arched as he hit the right spot, over and over again. The quaking in her body increased in drastic intensity as she was pitched into a fit of ecstasy. She whimpered as she floated down from her cloud, his body moving upwards, their lips meeting once again. She tasted herself on his lips and if it were possible, turned her on even more. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her thighs squeezing him to her. His eyes were dark with pleasure as she looked down at her, begging for her approval to move to the next level of intimacy. She nodded, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he carefully pushed into her. They both moaned as their bodies equally adjusted to the other, his thrusts starting out slow and steady before picking up their pace at her urging. They fit together perfectly, like a glove, and the intense pleasures that coursed through her body were leveling to a high she had yet to experience. As she reached her peak, the waves of thunder tore through her body, her mouth unable to contain the screams any longer. His lips silenced her, and they kissed until their bodies relaxed into one another.

     Hayden's breathing was ragged as she tried to slow down the pounding of her heart. Taron's head was resting on her chest, his hair matted to his forehead. She leaned forward, pressing her lips to his scalp, feeling the heat as it radiated from him. "Wow," She breathed, "That was... wow."

     Taron chuckled, "That's one way of putting it." He looked up at her, his lips meeting hers once again, "Do you want to take a shower?"

     She nodded her head and he told her to use his, while he'd go down the hall to the guest bathroom. She tried to protest, but once again she was silenced by his delectable lips. Her mind could not stop the movie of their love making as it replayed over and over again. As she crawled back into his bed, her body now covered by thin layers of material, she couldn't hide the happiness plastered on her face.

     "Was I really that good?" Taron slipped under the coverings, pulling her body to his instantly.

     "Like you ever doubted that for a moment," She snuggled into his warmth, her body heavy from exhaustion. "But to answer your question, yes."

     "There is no way I can be humble after that answer," He kissed her forehead, the sleepiness in his own voice clearly evident. "I think I might love you Hayden."

     Her eyes popped open, the darkness surrounding them. "Really," She whispered. She felt him nod. "I think I love you too Taron."

     There had been a handful of times in Hayden's young life where she had felt immensely happy. Waking up in Taron's arms the next morning came in at number one. She yawned, and shifted her body carefully, as she didn't want to disrupt his sleep. She tilted her head so that she had a good view of his face. His scruff had grown a little darker overnight but she couldn't help but be mesmerized by the sharpness of his jawline. She ached to pepper it with slow, delicious kisses, but managed to hold herself at bay. However, she couldn't stop her fingers from tracing light patterns in the soft hair on his chest.

     "That tickles," His gruff morning voice sending tingles down her spine.

     "I'm sorry," She stated, but let her fingers continue their dance.

     His hand came up, covering her small one, "Good morning."

     She smiled and planted a kiss on his chest, near the curve of his shoulder. "Can we stay like this all day?"

     "I don't see why not, but I do require some food. Are you hungry? What about your need for coffee?" Taron shifted to his side, his body hovering over hers slightly.

     "I could eat and a very big yes to coffee," Hayden smiled up at him as his fingers now traced along her stomach, sending that familiar warmth pulsing between her thighs.

     Taron threw the covers off of him, "There is a coffee shop just down the block, I'll pop on down there and grab us a cup and while I'm out I'll procure breakfast as well. I'll be back soon."

     She stayed put as he kissed her, his lips lingering, her hands grasping his arms, pulling him towards her. He giggled as he detached himself, rummaging around on the floor for his pants and t-shirt.

     "Stay just like that," He tossed on a hat and she sighed with contentment as she listened to the front door slam.