The Story of Me and T - A Tanner Buchanan Fanfic

'Him'

It was early morning when I landed in London and pissing down with rain, which wasn't too surprising for any season in England, let alone Autumn. 

I couldn't shift the thought of Tanner and his dampened demeanour as I left him. He seemed so subdued and down, which inevitably brought me down over the course of my flight, but to add, I yearned for him, my heart and body missed him. I felt lost without him, swearing at myself for not giving him his minute to try again. I should have stayed. It was a mistake to leave, or was the mistake starting something that needed to be finished? Perhaps the mistake was starting anything at all. I needed to talk to him. He was the person I turned to and I needed him to be here with me. I felt hurt, for him and for me, from the second I boarded the plane which kept me awake, when I should have been sleeping. I was tired, cold and hurt and eagerly anticipated getting into the comfort and warmth of my own home.

Shortly after unpacking, the fire was on and I planned on nestling down on the sofa and watching any junk that was on the TV, but first I needed to call Tanner. I had crazy withdrawals, that I knew hearing his voice would rectify. I'd called him as soon as I landed but the call went to voicemail. It would be late at night in Atlanta, but he had a few days off, so I just figured he'd be awake. I tried twice with still no success, on my third attempt I decided to leave a message:

'T, are you okay? I've been calling you since I landed but I keep getting your voicemail. Anyway, I'm starting to get worried, so can you call me back as soon as you get this please? I miss you'

I disconnected and dumped the phone on the floor. As the time passed, I pondered on all the reasons possible for the constant voicemail, but as I laid there in the security of my own space, I found my eyes grow tired. He probably fell asleep and forgot to charge his phone, I convinced myself. As I closed my eyes, images Tanner and his climax face swept across my mind filling me with warmth and sending me into a much needed, deep sleep.

I must have been out for a couple of hours solid. I probably wouldn't have woken up, if it weren't for the doorbell that ran continuously. I quickly glanced at my phone to check the time and noticed several missed calls from Tanner, I went to call him back, but whoever was at the door was pretty persistent, and in this downpour I wasn't surprised. 'I'm coming, I'm coming', I said as I opened the door.

'You will be' It was him.

'I missed you too' He added, smiling.

I didn't know what to say. How was he here? I only landed a few hours ago.

'Grace?' He asked in a sort of 'Well, I'm here. Are you happy, or sad? Or just fucking say something' type of way.

I couldn't seem to find words, I was distracted by this striking man, who'd followed me from Atlanta to London, and then I remembered 'We'll save it for London' and the likelihood of tonight's events suddenly hit me sending me deeper into a sense of dumfounds.

'Déjà vu' was all that I managed, like a fool. The sense of relief mixed with overjoy quickly built up to a boil and I could feel involuntary tears escape my eyes, which prompted him to make the next move and take control of the situation.

He dropped his bags and lifted me up bringing his mouth to mine. I wrapped my legs around him and held on, the hours of yearning pouring out of me and into his mouth as he kissed me.

He kicked the door shut behind him and wasted no time, heading straight for my bedroom and put me on my bed. He lifted his wet jumper off his head and emptied the contents of his pocket next to me. I heard the box land inches from my face, and a slight glance confirmed my suspicions. It was a box of condoms. This was really about to happen.