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It's gonna get a little steamy. ;)
As Rowan pulled the pretty dress from over her head she was left to stand in her 1920's undergarments. Stockings, silk shorts and a bralette along with a garter belt that held the white stockings up. She stared at herself in the mirror for a moment, her curves filling the shorts more than someones usual body type in the 20s but that was to be expected. Her main concern was with her overtly obvious abdominals that she had worked so hard on, and Malachi said that they were better than his. But him saying that (and it wasn't his intention) made her self conscious of them. As stupid as it sounds she felt some people would see it as too much for a feminine woman. She didn't like this, so she tried to be rid of them but it became worse for her mentally not to exercise.
A knock at the door alerted her and caused her to jump onto the bed and to grab a blanket to wrap around her. As the door opened it was halfway around her and it was an annoyance of how sheer the blanket was. "Rowan I want to-..." Tommy looked at her in admiration, her small stature became more admirable with the lesser clothing. The blanket she had around her prevented the highlighting of her curves and perfect figure. In Tommy's eyes: she was indeed perfect.
"M-...Mr Shelby, could I just put some clothes on and then we'll talk. Please." Tommy didn't move, his suit jacket was removed while his hat was in his hand. The other hand held onto the door knob and he tightened when he studied her more. He remained in the room and closed her door behind him... Rowan looked down and her body reacted to his prying eyes by warming up immediately.
He walked towards her and stayed completely focused on her eyes, just as they were inches away from each other, Tommy noticed Rowan hadn't moved back as she previously would. "I don't want to talk." He looked down at her before focusing his gaze back to her eyes. Rowan's mind seemed to control over her body, she knew that if this happened then she would regret it, yet her body didn't care for the consequences of what it wanted.
"Tommy..." she sighed, realising how sexual it had sounded coming from her innocent lips. Tommy smirked at his name coming from her mouth. His hand slowly raised to her shoulder and pushed the blanket down from where it covered her. It fell to the floor in a bundle of silk and Rowan stood baring most. Tommy dragged his fingers down her arm and to her hand which he caressed for a moment before letting go. Rowan stood still, unable to distinguish of what she should do in this unfamiliar situation.
Tommy walked around her and studied her, he was impressed with her figure but it was unusual for this time. Majority of women would loose as much as weight as possible to remain slender but Rowan's future body was full with muscular toning that was just perfect. The outer edges of Tommy's hands, in line with his pinky fingers placed themselves on her shoulders and he pulled her small body into his. Her neck smelt of mint and lavender as he caresses her skin with his nose, taking her in. Rowan shut her eyes and knew this felt so right, and suddenly there was no questions to be asked.
She turned to face him, stepping forward slightly. Tommy placed one hand on her back and the other remained by his side. Rowan's arms stayed stagnant but she slowly began to caress his face while he looked down at her. She could smell the whiskey on his breath and she almost wanted to have glass of it herself.
Rowan breathed heavily and awaited for something happen. "Kiss me..." she breathed in anticipation and excitement for her first ever kiss. Tommy leaned down and hesitated to kiss her before pressing his lips to hers and feeling how soft they were. He turned swiftly, not detaching their lips and ruining the passionate cadence that had started as soon as their lips met. Tommy placed her down on her bed and lifted her leg to fold at the knee as he stroked her thigh and pressed himself further into her, closing any gap that could've existed between them. He rain his opposing hand up her arm and pressed it into the mattress, intertwining their fingers before Rowan's seethed from pain.
"Stop." The cut on her hand had reopened and she ran to the bathroom to run it under water and wrap it. Tommy ran after her in a flurry of passion and exhilaration from this mere encounter with the ginger beauty. He smiled at the thought of her and the way her inexperienced lips stayed still while he kissed her confidently. He hadn't felt his happy in ever and they hadn't even had sex. They had kissed, and that was all. Before he ruined it.
"Rowan are you alright? I didn't mean to." She looked over at him and nodded, forgiving him with her eyes. "It's-.. holy shit, that just happened." She laughed at herself in the mirror and Tommy chuckled with her. He stepped down into the bathroom and stood behind her. He kissed the back of her neck as she leaned over the sink and awkwardly tried to wrap up her open wound once again.
"Here let me." Tommy made short work of it and she felt more safe in the idea she wouldn't spread blood on everything she'd touch. He grabbed the uninjured hand and led her to his room, laying her on the bed gently. "Do you want this Rowan?"
Rowan had nothing to think about but struggled to find the breath to word it.
