A Part Of Me - A Taron Egerton FanFiction

Chapter 11 - Warning Explicit

She sat cross-legged in the middle of the room. Photos were scattered all around and Tom's dog Tessa was resting peacefully next to her, the dog's head cradled in her lap. She picked up a photo of herself and Tom, one that'd been taken the day he'd found out he had been cast as Spiderman. The smile donning his face was beaming brightly and she was looking at him with adoration. She'd been so proud of him that day, both blissfully unaware of the looming changes that would take place just a mere few months later. She sighed, placing the loving photo in a frame, their smiles tucked safely away behind a protective piece of glass. She picked up another photo, her mind wandering off down another memory. An abrasive vibration shook on the table near her, pulling her from her reverie, she leaned over and picked up the flat device. Taron's name flashed on the screen and she swiped across the glass, bringing up the new text message.

Taron: Are you at home?

(Y/N): Yep. Just going through some pics.

Taron: Can I come over?

(Y/N): Of course.

She set the phone down and proceeded to clean up the mess that surrounded her. She let Tessa out into the backyard and made her way into the kitchen, flicking on the the kettle. The doorbell resonating throughout the house made her jump. She hadn't been expecting him so soon.

"(Y/N) can you get the door," Tom's voice echoed from down the hall.

"Yes," She yelled back as she pulled the door open. Taron's face greeted her, a box held tightly in one hand. "Hi," She stepped aside, letting him pass by.

"Hey (Y/N) who was at the..." Tom stopped, his body coming into view of the other two occupants. "Oh hey man," He greeted Taron. "I'm off to Harrison's, I'll be back later," Tom grabbed his coat and keys, ducking through the front door before anyone could say anything.

"What's that," She pointed to the box that Taron still held.

He looked down at it, "It's an apology."

"For what?"

"For the other day and my rash behavior," He looked at her.

She cocked her head, "Taron you don't need to apologize."

He nodded, "Yes I do. I never should have judged so harshly. I know that you moved in with a friend and I need to trust that it's nothing more than that."

She stepped closer to him, "Taron..." He held up a hand, silencing her.

"I want to be with you," He opened his arms, allowing her to walk into them. He wrapped them around her slim shoulders, holding her close. He ducked his head, capturing her lips in a sweet kiss. She added the pressure, her teeth nipping at his bottom lip. He parted, allowing her tongue to dance with his. His free hand slid down her waist, palming her ass.

She giggled, pulling away. She took the box from him and stepped out of his grasp, moving to the kitchen. "Would you like some tea," She set the box down, turning towards the kettle.

He leaned against the counter, "Not really. I'd like to just keep kissing you."

She grinned, "What's in the box?"

"Open it."

She grasped the flaps, pulling them apart. Two small jars and several strawberries occupied the space. She glanced up at him, a twinkle in her eye, "Chocolate body paint? Hmm, I wonder what you had in mind for this little rendezvous."

"I guy can hope and I know how much you like chocolate and strawberries," He winked at her and she couldn't help but laugh. She wrapped her arms around him, the kissing continuing where it had left off. With both hands free, he gripped her thighs, lifting her off the ground. Her legs encircled his waist and he carried them both to her bedroom.