Warrior: Tommy & Eliana's Story (Fanfic)

Chapter 7

"What's wrong Tommy?" I ask lying on my side, taking in Tommy and the man he's become. I can tell that he has a wall up like he's always had, a wall that I could usually get through. But something tells me that won't be the case this time.

  His eyes roam my face but he remains quiet. He inches closer almost, as if he wanted to kiss me but doesn't. As if he's restraining himself from doing so. He's still quiet. I let him be. I don't want to push. His hand slowly and softly pushes the loose strands of hair behind my ear, goosebumps breaks out all over my body. All I can think of is that no other man has ever made me feel this way or even respond to a simple touch the way Tommy is making me feel at this moment.

I stop his hand from moving any further down the side of my neck. "Are you going to tell me why you're here?" He pulls his hand away, turns onto his back and stares at the ceiling. "You have to speak, Tommy. I can see that there's something troubling you, but we are not going to fall back into old habits. What is it?"

"I joined the army after mom passed." His voice was raw, deeper and raspy. "Got close to this one kid, who became my brother after sometime. He's the only family I had." The way Tommy sucked in a breath I knew he was trying to keep his composure but it was killing him to do so.

"What happened?" I didn't need to ask anymore questions because I already knew what he meant by had. "You know you can tell me? Right?"

  "He didn't make it, and I'm here tryin' to figure shit out." Was Tommy's clipped answer. He turned his head towards me. His eyes so full with emotion rendered me speechless. I feel his fingers weave through mine and the current that goes through my body doesn't go unnoticed as Tommy's eyes turn hooded, then he stares at my lips. I go still. Not wanting to break whatever spell he has on me or risk him shutting down.

"I didn't want to leave with Ma. I didn't think there was a choice back then, you know? Shit was just bad." He pauses. "I felt like an asshole after I left and I couldn't face you after what we had just did. I knew it was gonna break your heart.... so I took the cowards way out." His hooded eyes reach mine and my breath hitches. The effect that those stormy eyes once had on me- still has on me doesn't go unnoticed by Tommy.

  He's closer now. I can feel his breath over my lips. I know I should stop him from from getting any closer but I'm in a trance. I have no chance against Tommy at this moment. I guess old habits really do die hard, huh? Ignoring the pain that will inevitably come from this, I let Tommy Conlon kiss me just like old times. My heart has been craving this kind of affection for so long. My brain is yelling for me to stop this foolishness, but this kiss is everything that I've been missing from failed attempts at other relationships.

  The kiss started off slow. Testing. His lips were just as soft and pouty as I remember. He nipped and sucked my lips. A sigh that turned into a moan escaped my mouth, which urged Tommy on. Before I knew it, I was on my back with him hovering over me making out as if we were teenagers again. He lowered himself on me settling between my legs. His kisses traveled from my lips to the side of my face down to my neck. He nipped at the spot just below my earlobe where he knew use to drive me insane. A throaty groan rumbled into my neck, sending shivers throughout my body. My hands grabbed at his t-shirt. I could feel his muscles flexing under my touch. He grinds himself against me, creating a delicious friction. My heart is racing at the frantic pace we are moving. As if either one of us will ever get this chance again.

Tommy's hands go for the waistband of my leggings, but before he can gain entry I push him off. Finally back to my senses and realization sinking in. I sit on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands and my back to Tommy. Panting and trying to gain control over my heavy breathing. He hasn't moved and I'm afraid to look back at him. All I can hear is his heavy breathing.

  "Is this what you came over for tonight? For a repeat? So you can get a taste and leave again?" My voice monotone as I ask questions I know he'll never answer. The bed shifts and squeaks under his weight signaling his movement.

  "I didn't come here for this." He says in the same tone.

  "So what did you come for? For me to make you feel better? To cheer you up cuz life is hard at the moment?" My anger rising because I feel as if I am being used. Just someone's security blanket. "We're not kids anymore, Tommy."

  "Did you ever consider how I'm feeling? How screwed up my head is because you came back a-and you said sorry. So that makes everything all better?"

  "This can't happen again, Tommy." My voice wobbly as my throat starts to tighten. My eyes find his. We stare at each other, neither one of us wanting to be the first to turn away. Tommy simply nods and walks out of my room and out the front door. Now, here I am with even more conflicted feelings and an unsatisfied sexual tension.