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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"When did you get a couch?" Tom asked. You dozed off for a second, snapping back at the sound of his voice. Eventually, the two of you made it from the once pristine couch to the bed, but not before a slight detour in the hallway. You suggested you both retreat to the bedroom, but when you lead him down the hall, he stopped and forced you against the wall, devouring every goddamn inch of your body with his lips. He was insatiable. And so were you. When you stopped him to pull him up to your lips, he surprised you by hoisting you up and pinning his body against yours.
"Whoa, cowboy," you gasped, then laughed. He had some tricks up his sleeve. Even so, should warn a girl first. You quickly got the hang of it, though, lacing your fingers around his neck and your legs around his waist. He was so strong. He didn't seem to tire at all. You're amazed he didn't knock you right through the wall. And when you banged your head, he stopped and panicked, saying "Sorry, sorry," as he winced and cradled the back of your head. You were fine. You told him so. You didn't mind a little pain. It kind of excited you actually. You laughed at how he could go from raging ravenous beast to apologetic school boy in the matter of seconds. You squeezed him with your thighs to bring that beast back.
"Now where were we?" you purred and that was all he needed and before long he was panting in your ear and you were clawing his back and the whole beautiful mess was over.
Finally, you stumbled the 10 whole feet to the bed and collapsed on top of the blanket. Tom made fun of the way you walked. You giggled into your pillow and said you think you pulled something.
Then he went to the bathroom and you heard him exclaim, "Jesus, Y/N!"
You lifted your head, squinting,"What?" you asked yawning.
Tom walked backwards out of the bathroom, looking over his shoulder, giving you a scolding look. His back was red, welted, and covered in scratches.
"Sorry," you said, kissing his shoulder as he climbed back into bed.
"Who's the tiger now?" he laughed.
"Meow,"you said, then hissed at him, laying your head back down, smiling.
"When did you get a couch?"he asked, curling up behind to spoon you
He wrapped one of those strong arms (So strong, they can lift a grown ass woman and all her emotional baggage without breaking a sweat!) around your waist and pulled you in closer.
"Hmm? Oh the day after the gala. I thought it was time." you were having a hard time staying awake. The emotional toll was enough but now your body was recovering from the Beast Boy as well.
"Y/N? We need to talk about Homecoming," Tom said softly.
You blinked slowly, but your lids were so heavy.
"Mmhmm?" was about all you could muster.
"I'll be leaving in a few weeks for filming in Atlanta. I can't believe it's almost time. It's going to be a long four months without you."
"Mmhmm...okay,"you said, the pillow muffling your voice. His words became more and more distant.
You felt him kiss you hair, right where you banged your head from, well, banging.
"You have no idea how much I'm going to miss you, Y/N....Y/N?"he whispered.
You inhaled deeply, "Miss you..."you mumbled.
He arms held you tighter, "This is going to work."
You felt his warm breath in your ear, but couldn't make out the words.
"I'm crazy about you...I..."he continued to speak, but the room, his embrace, everything faded away as you drifted off to sleep.
