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*italics are a flashback
heated, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses in the freezing rain. tom's arms dare you to get closer as they snake around your waist. your hands run frantically through the little curls on the back of his neck while his palms travel to your cheeks, their warmth instantly lighting a fire on the skin as he moves his thumb across your jawline. your feet stumble together as he guides you inside, barely making sure the door shuts behind him before pushing you against the wall.
every breath was being taken by rushed lips and your eager hands roamed anywhere they could reach. he stopped, taking a second to marvel at your features and a few leftover raindrops rolled down his fingers as he wiped a strand of hair away from your face.
fuck, you're so beautiful. he needed to see all the color in your eyes and the fire that still burned under them.
god, he is so sexy. his soaking wet curls were now slicked down and you craved the smirk that he always wore whenever he looked at you with those chocolate eyes.
you bite your bottom lip, breath hitched because he found the vulnerable spot on your neck that he knew so well. he kissed sweetly at first but the sweet turns sour with every nibble and suck.
"you're so fucking beautiful, darling," tom's muffled words against the fragile spot sent chills up your spine while his fingers dug into the bare skin that peeked where your dress had ridden up. he leans back to see your reaction as he moves them farther up and you arch your back, enjoying every teasing touch. you don't have to miss the feeling of his lips for long, though. he went back to work at your neck, leaving a trail of kisses across your collarbone. he pulls your dress down just enough to continue over the thin lace of your bra. then, gravitates just below your waistline and lets the fabric cover him like a blanket as he disappears underneath. his lips pressed to the inside of your thigh so close to your heat makes your knees buckle and shake and you grip the curly waves below you.
your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands make a home on the back of your legs as he picks you up fast and effortless. with the cold wall against your back and tom like a furnace around you, you hook your ankles behind him. his lips finally crashed into yours again but you accidentally bump noses. the uncontrollable giggles and laughter slow the pace, replacing the urgent lust with patient love.
he carries you to your shared bedroom and you slide down his body to sit on the edge in front of him. he leans his head down, cups your face and leaves the softest peck at the corner of your mouth. you smile and break away, climbing back on the bed wearing the cutest grin he's ever seen, waiting for him to follow.
