Oneshots by worldoftom [t.h. x female]

Behave. *

Summary: "Behave." / "Or what?"

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: dom/sub tones, light bondage, edging

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Tom seems incredibly focused on the script he's reading for work, but you can tell it's complete bullshit. You're both sitting on his living room couch, but Tom needed to finish making notes on this script so he can send it back to his team tonight. You pulled up your e-book reader so you would have something to do while he worked, but it's been way too long and you've noticed that Tom has been staring at the last page for a while now.

He's also knocking his teeth around the pen in his hand, the bright pink one he always uses for the scripts he doesn't really like. It's not even sexy, it's just one of his quirks, but it brings the biggest sense of want you've ever felt to the pit of your stomach.

You've also been feeling his eyes on you for a while now, so since he's not making the first move for whatever reason, you decide to.

"Tom?"

"Hm?" Tom looks up at you for a tiny second and a quick smile, but dives straight back in right after.

You don't understand him. Sure he's been home for a few weeks now and neither of you is particularly needy, but this was supposed to be a cozy weekend before he goes away again in a few days, and you've had enough of his teasing. Because he has to be teasing.

Two can totally play at this game, though.

Tom's sitting on the couch the way he always does, that cute, bubblegum booty on the edge of the cushion and his legs a bit spread - however he makes it comfortable, you have no idea - but you do like to see it. There's tons of stuff to be done to his legs when they're wide open like this, so you start by that.

Pretending to still be interested in your book, you casually move a hand to his knee. It's something you do very often, just a silent hey I'm here and I'm not going to leave thing you have going on with him. You notice Tom smiling down at your gesture, then back to your face, but he still doesn't get it because he goes back to the script.

So you take drastic measures and start rubbing his thigh. And a few seconds later, his inner thigh.

And then he shifts in his seat.

"I'm almost finished," he says softly, blinking up at you for a second. He focuses back on the script again, and the feeling in your gut intensifies into almost angry want. Your hand curls around his leg and slides further up, squeezing the flesh to the left of his crotch.

"Behave."

His eyes are filled with a warning, but there's a flash of intense craving in the mix, too.

"Or what?" you tease back, lifting yourself off from the couch and settling down on his lap, your mouth dangerously close to his. Yet neither of you makes a move to clash them together.

"I happen to know you're finished with this," you say, grabbing the edge of the script with two fingertips.

Tom sends you a curious look. "And how would you know that?"

"You've been staring at the last page for about five minutes now," you admit, smiling before starting to spread little kisses across his face, from his cheek bone down to the side of his neck.

"Maybe it's a really long last page." He tries to be assertive in his reply, but you can hear the breath hitching in his chest when you mouth on his ear. It's a spot for him, so you roll your tongue around it.