Preath Oneshots

Rings

*Christens POV*

The fandom had become crazy as of late, I mean I hadn't exactly hidden the ring, but I hadn't pushed it right up in the cameras either... All of the comments on Instagram just kept coming, I wasn't ignoring them, but then again I didn't want to address them either. I can't say I appreciated the mass of people flooding my mentions, but I know they mostly mean well. They just want to know that our relationship exists, which by this point is hard to deny anymore.

The fandom had even gone as far as identifying the Instagram account of the creator of the ring, which I can't say must have easy. It's not something I want to dwell on anyway. Tobin is bringing takeout home when she comes back from an art thing, to be completely honest my mind had wandered when she mentioned it, but she brought me back when she mentioned Indian.

Her timing couldn't have been any better, "Good evening," I grinned, I could smell the spices from the takeaway already. 

"Hey you, I've got food and wine," she answered, sauntering in with a collecting on plastic and paper bags.

"So, how was the exhibition?" I asked, helping her to clear a spot on the table for the food and wine.

"It wasn't what I was expecting, but I didn't hate it I suppose," she returned while walking to kitchen to retrieve glasses and cutlery.

"Oh that's a shame babe, fortunately for you, you live with living art," I winked playfully. She rolled her eyes and cracked a smile while placing food on our plates. As I was watching her fix the plates of food, I noticed her veins bulging ever so lightly and felt myself swallow hard. I don't know if its me or not, but the veins in her arms drive me insane.

We sat silently as we ate, my mind was running far too flippantly, I couldn't quite settle my thoughts. I could however, appreciate the flavour in all the spices, I loved food and takeout was a guilty favourite.

*Tobins POV*

I watched Christen out the side of my eye, I could tell she was deep in thought, she usually can't stop talking. I wonder what it is that has her mind so fixated though, did she regret saying yes to the proprosal? Best not to pry while she's eating, I know she loves food. I couldn't help myself from looking at her, she raised the wine glass to her mouth and took a sip of the dark liquid, I loved the way that the wine stained a small portion of her lip.

She finally looked my way, "what are you looking at?" she queried with a smirk. She knew exactly what, I rolled my eyes and raised an eyebrow as she finished the last of her wine. 

"Well, what are you thinking about?" I asked, biting my tongue in the hopes of a positive answer.

"You," she replied simply, shrugging her shoulders. Her physique looked brilliant in her dress, her tonned upper half glowing under the lights. "Come sit with me?" she continued, patting the spot next to her. I obliged without a fight, as if I'd say no anyway.

"All...good things?" I asked, tilting my head to look at her a little better.

"Yes babe, always," she answered, leaning in to kiss me gently. I couldn't help but giggle like a child. "What?" she asked, looking at me a little confused.

"Oh it's nothing, you just taste like wine," I replied, I don't really know why it was so amusing to me but, it was.

"Usually you just tell me I taste good," she quipped back, biting her lip. I felt myself blush red but there was nothing I could do to stop it.

"Christen god help us both, if you dirty talk with me right now, we will end up naked on this couch," I replied, unfortunately my mind was already thinking of her naked now.

"Try me," she laughed, leaning back in again. Her thighs slid over both of mine so that she could straddle me on the couch. I didn't stop her, she grabbed a fistful of my hair in her fist and tilted my head so she could pepper kisses along my neck line. I could feel my underwear becoming wet as she dipped her hips into me and began to slowly grind on me. Her grip in my hair got tighter as she moved to kiss me again, I couldn't help but breathe out deeply and whimper quietly as her grip got tighter. "Did you just... moan?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

"I uh, yeah. Don't laugh but I like, um," I paused looking for words but she didn't need them. I felt her cold palm press against the bottom of my throat, timidly at first, but her grip got tighter as she got comfortable. Fuck. I could feel myself getting wetter, I could feel it on my thighs as I shifted. 

The next thing I knew my shorts were on the floor and her hands were up my shirt again. "Seeing as you didn't bring home dessert, I figured that I would have you," she whispered, siding one hand under the waist band of my underwear.

I could feel myself tensing as a single finger slid inside me, I lurched forward at the feeling and let out a small whine. She grinned while sliding in a second finger but quickly removed them both. I sighed uncomfortably and began to open my mouth in protest but before I could, she slid her fingers into my mouth, mouthing the words "clean up". 

To Be Continued