Snapped. (Thomas Jefferson X Reader)

27 - Start Over?

*(Y/N)'s POV*

"So... you didn't want to kiss Sally? She kissed you?" I asked quietly. Me and Thomas were inside, out of the rain and in my room. He was laying beside me on my bed, propped up on one elbow with his other hand running through my hair soothingly.

"Of course not. I set the balcony up for you. For us. Not her. My sisters had been trying to get me and Sally back together for months and kept sabotaging everything so I wouldn't have a chance with you."

"I'm sorry. I should have let you explain." I sighed.

"And I shouldn't have just stood outside your room that day - I should've come in and said what was happening." We stayed quiet for a little while, just looking at each other; taking in the others features.

"God you have no idea how much I've wanted to kiss you senseless." Thomas breathed, his accent heavy.

"You could make up for it." I suggested, looking at his lips. He gave his signature smirk and leaned down towards me, effortlessly catching my lips with his own.

Just like at the lake, our lips moved in harmony, like they were in a dance that only we know the steps to.

I opened one eye in annoyance as we heard moaning from the next room.

Damn it Aaron! I forgot he had Theo over.

Thomas pulled away as soon as he heard the noise and gave me a look. I smirked and leaned in again.

"Let's get loud." I whispered, closing the gap and kissing him again, both of us moaning very loudly and in an over the top way.

I felt two strong hands hold my waist and lay me down again, gently pinning me down. I let out some pretty lewd noises when Thomas moved his lips to my neck, painting it with hickeys like as if my skin was a canvas.

We pulled apart again to catch some air, my hand in Thomas' mass of hair while we caught our breath.

We froze again when we heard something from Aaron's room.

"Aaron are you even trying?" That was Theo.

Me and Thomas looked at the wall then each other before we burst out laughing.

After a couple of minutes of us still trying to stop, Aaron opened the door, wrapped in a blanket.

"(Y/N) shut the fuck up." He hissed at me, squeaking when he felt Jag slink past his feet. He closed the door as he left, leaving me and the Virginian to try and compose ourselves.

"Oh my god that was brilliant." I sighed, calming down. "Jag come here." I called, patting the bed beside me while Thomas lay behind me - taking his rightful place as the big spoon.

The black kitten jumped up and padded over, rubbing her head against me and purring. She had something in her mouth.

"Jag," Thomas called, also noticing. "C'mere. What'd you have?" He held his hand out to the kitten who dropped Thomas' keys into his hand.

"Your keys?" I asked.

"Eh. Must've dropped them." He shrugged, throwing them onto my desk. Jag settled down, nudging Thomas' hand so he was petting her.

"So," He smiled against my neck.

"So?" I smiled.

"Can we maybe, start over?" He asked. It was awkwardly worded but I knew what he meant.

"We can." I smiled, turning and leaning into his chest. Thomas smiled and leaned down so his head was resting on mine. "Can we get Chinese to celebrate?"

"You read my mind." He smiled.

"What'd you want?" I asked, grabbing my phone.

"Well I usually, when it's me and James-" he stopped talking. "Shit."

"What?" I asked. Thomas grabbed his keys and moved, waking up my sleepy kitten.

"James is still in the fucking car!"