Tom Riddle | Short Stories

Karma III

"Lorelai," Said Tom as he came and collapsed beside her pulling Lorelai impossibly close to him, kissing her neck, completely unable to get enough of his new fiance, "I love you so fucking much,"

"I don't think I've ever heard you swear before," panted Lorelai, as he continued to kiss her neck, "I rather like it,"

"I'll take note of that," Said Tom, as the warmth brought by her presence pooled within him, fillig him up and making him feel whole, "You are so beautiful,"

He continued to kiss her, her neck, her chest, her lips, he just could not stop touching her, and eliciting the most beautiful sounds from her,

"So, when we get married," Said Tom as he kissed down her stomach, until he was right between her legs,

"If this is a trailer, I'm excite- Oh fuck," Said Lorelai when he licked her,

"We are going to get a home together," He said, "Anything you want, you can have,"

She moaned and whimpered as he licked her again, and put a finger inside her and begun to move it,

"All you have to do is be my wife," Said Tom as her moans got louder,

"I already agreed to that, just, please, please," She called, gripping the sheets and her back arched as he hit the spot that was essentially a promised pass to euphoria, "Please, Tom!"

"Please what?" He asked, "What do you want?"

"Just fuck me again, please, fuck me, make me come, oh my fucking go-" She yelled, and Tom was hard again so he kissed her as he entered her, and he had to admit the hole making her orgasm as he entered her was far better than having to wait,

Her nails dug into his back, because she couldn't control it, and Tom loved it, Tom loved her, he was semi convinced that even without the feeling of warmth she brought he would still love her. She was everything he wasn't, and she was all his.

He came and he was down beside her again, and this time she pulled him close.

"I love you, you know that?" She asked,

"I might need some convincing,"

"Oh yeah?"

"In the morning maybe."

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Tom was worried. He was at work at the front desk and he was thinking. He'd had a good morning. A really good morning, that had involved Lorelai's mouth on his- it was unimportant now because he was worried.

Who would he invite to the wedding?

How would he fill out his groomsmen?

He couldn't invite his knights. Because, well, Lorelai was a muggle. A muggle who was very pretty, and so funny, and so compassionate, and so- the whole love thing was rather foreign to him so the little things that happened throughout the day that reminded him of her hit hard.

He'd smiled at a chipped mug in the billings office because it reminded him of how much Lorelai had laughed when he'd broken one of her mugs and had apologized. He hadn't been able to fix it with magic because Lorelai had been in the room, but she just laughed at his expression and put the date on the mug, placing it on a higher shelf,

Tom couldn't go two goddamn hours without thinking about her,

Maybe if they eloped? No, Lorelai seemed the traditional type.

Plus her family would not hear of it. Eloping? A Meira?

Then there was the matter that Tom did not want to deal with her niece and nephew as much as she hoped he would.