So maybe your life is in shambles and you run away to London to get your head straight. Sure, you don't really have a plan but the Universe does, and before you know it, some kid from Kingston has completely turned your world upside and your body i...
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"I wish this night would never end," you sighed.
"Well, it won't be too much longer before the sun comes up," Tom replied, looking out the windows at the London skyline. He sat across from you in the hot tub, stretched out, his arms behind his head. The water came up to his chest, bubbling and gurgling all around his wet skin. You floated over to him and settled beside him, draping your legs across his lap. His arms came down and wrapped around your waist underwater.
"Thank you for this," you smiled, your fingers running playfully through his damp curls.
"But just so you know," you continued, "you don't always have to go so big. I'm perfectly fine with just a movie on the couch too."
"You don't even have a couch, Y/N," Tom laughed. Well he got you there.
"Yeah, I should work on that," you said, and splashed him in the face. He flinched, bringing a hand up to wipe his eyes.
"Oh, you are so dead," he threatened and started grabbing whatever flesh he could find, pinching you.
You squealed and pushed him away, floating to the other side. Squealed? Really, Y/N? Who are you?
He grinned devilishly at you and started chanting the Jaws theme.
"Da-dum" he chanted, slowly making his way towards you, his eyes fixed on you, still grinning, and actually a little scary. Actor, you reminded yourself.
"Da-dum" Still closer. He placed his fingers by his head, like a pair of horns.
"Why are you... are those ears?" you laughed.
"No, they're uh... teeth." He moved his fingers to his lips, like fangs.
"Da-dum. Tiger shark," he growled.
"A Tiger shark?" you laughed harder, "I see what you did there," you smirked.
"Da-dum da-dum da-dum," he reached out and grabbed your leg, yanking you under. You came up spouting water and gasped.
"Oh, you ass!" you choked, wiping mascara off from under you eyes.
"Don't mess with the Tiger Shark," Tom growled again, clearly tickled with himself.
"You're so stupid," you said, trying not to laugh.
"No, I'm dangerous" he said, and grabbed your leg again, this time gently, and pulled you to him. You didn't resist. You liked it when he manhandled you.
"Well, that I do believe," you said, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Tom looked at you seriously, "You don't have to be so cautious, you know."
Ahhhh, Why was he trying to get so deep this late at night? You did not have the energy to delve into anything like this right now. Your neuroses and bad relationship habits could be discussed some other time. Right now there was only one thing that you wanted and you feel that he wanted it too.
"Is that your dorsal fin or are you just happy to see me?" you teased, steering the conversation back to something less heavy.
Tom grinned and slowly brought his fingers back up to the sides of his head again.
"No, Tom, they don't have ears-"you laughed.
"Tiger shark," he growled and nipped at your neck.
That's more like it, you thought. How could someone be so utterly ridiculous yet so sexy at the same time? He was an absolute anomaly.
His hands explored every corner of your body underneath the water. So well in fact that you thought you might lose it.
You grabbed his hand to stop him then pushed him back against the side of the tub, covering him in kisses. His arms clung to your hips, holding you tight. His skin was feverish against your lips. Steam rose from the both of you.
You pulled away and nodded towards the bed, "Take me to bed, Tiger," you whispered.
