The soft sighs, his stifled groan, those little gasps that escaped through her own lips as she daintily touched him—-teased him, even—-made her tighten her squeeze on that fabric, feeling the warmth of his skin seep through her fingers. Despite the silence, it felt like they were communicating; it made sense for a couple like themselves. The two were bound to depend on action when words just didn’t seem to be enough. And tonight was evidently one of those nights where the two were deciding to throw caution to the wind. Admittingly, it made Effie nervous. But above all else, it excited her. She was used to routines and clients and emptiness; she wasn’t used to freedom and Tobias and pure affection.
She caught her lips with his, exploring the membranes of his mouth with her tongue. The brunette felt quite alive in that moment, her insides alight with fire as their bodies moved in synchronization in their own special language. Fingertips tracing down his arms carefully, Effie regretfully broke away for a kick second to catch her breath, her lips hovering over his for a moment with her little gasps of air.
“Tobias…” Effie piped up softly, almost allowing those three simple words to slip out in a moment of passion. But she withheld, knowing that saying them meant an absolute change – even further than the physical change that was currently transpiring. So instead of commenting, the brunette tugged ever so gently on his shirt as to lead him towards her bed, raising herself up once more for another vigorous kiss.
Affection was hardly something that Tobias allowed into his life. He’d never been vulnerable with anyone since he’d left for war, assuring his wife that he would be home. And though he’d come home physically, he’d never been the same. He was harsh, he was cruel, he was selfish, he was traumatized, though that was something he would never admit aloud. He never would have thought he had it in him to be tender with someone, to be loving. His kisses were rough, he fucked instead of making love, he refused to come back to the same girl twice, refused to get attached to anyone. No one made him nervous, no one made his heart leap in his chest.
Despite the tension, heat and passion between them, his touches were soft and teasing. Their kisses were passionate and desperate, not rough and bruising. When Effie was near, he could feel his heart beat quickly in his chest. His breath hitched when she was close, his lips burning when they pressed against hers, wanting more. Lifting the hem of her shirt, his fingertips ran lightly against the skin of her lower back.
Groaning in protest as she pulled away from him, he didn’t allow her to get out more than his name before he was crashing his lips onto hers again. Words would only ruin things, and he couldn’t ruin this moment, he wouldn’t. Lifting Effie up when she pressed against him, he kissed her back passionately, leading her towards the bed. There was no question about where this was going, no hesitation. Tobias allowed himself to collapse down onto the bed, bringing Effie down with him, never once breaking the kiss.
