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I Want You So Bad 2/2 (Sequel to She's So Heavy)

TITLE: I Want You So Bad CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: 2/2 AUTHOR: accordiontolaura WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: AU Tom - Professor GENRE: Angst/Romance/Erotica FIC SUMMARY: Gwen has allowed Tom to come home for the evening so that they can further hash out their problems and solutions. Is he really worth all of the trouble? RATING: M AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: Explicit language and content. Adult situations. Smut warning!

Not even ten minutes later, we were back at our home. Tom had driven to the coffee shop that day and offered to drive us both back, not forgetting to first open and close my car door for me. I smiled weakly at the gesture, but I'm sure it didn't quite reach my eyes. I was battling internally – should I do it? Shouldn't I? It was true that I loved him and that I missed him very much, but was all of this worth the trouble of letting him back in?

I looked over at the man sat next to me in the car. He fidgeted with settings, mindlessly scrolling through stations on the radio. I could tell by the way his fingers tapped unmetered rhythms on the wheel that he was as nervous as me. Good. I noticed the way his tendons moved beneath his pale skin, and the way arms rippled under the weight of the small motion. My eyes moved up to the topmost threads of his shirt, where I could see his collarbone peeking slightly. I inhaled. The man didn't have to do anything at all to make me gravitate to him like a bee to sweat on a summer day.

The natural warmth that he radiated was what beckoned me the most. He was not aggressive and I loved that about him. He had always let me come around in my own time – right from the very beginning. Even on that car ride, although I knew there were a thousand things he wanted to discuss, he politely allowed an *almost* comfortable silence to settle over us. He could have taken the captive opportunity and imposed an inquisition, but he did not. His patience and consideration were what compelled me to consider his apology seriously. I began to think on it.

Tom raised the garage door silently and slid his car in with ease. He cut the engine off and we both sat, completely still.

“Shall we go in, then?” he proposed, looking over to me before nonchalantly opening his car door. I picked up my bag and before I could attempt to, he'd opened my door for me. Fuck you, Tom. Even when it seemed that we were in our end days, he was still being a perfect gentleman. I looked up at him with a small smile and thanked him. He closed the door behind me and we continued inside.

In his absence, I'd struggled to keep my mind (and body) occupied, so I had taken to cleaning and reorganizing our entire home. I had started from the acme of our downfall – the bedroom – and thoroughly allowed myself to get sucked into my project. I'd rearranged furniture, dusted every nook, and thrown away things we didn't need in my haste to get him out of my head.

His eyes looked over our living room as we both entered together. He wiped his mouth downwardly with his hand, and I could see him inspecting it all. He was a bit of an A-type personality, and I wasn't sure whether he'd like it or not. Truth be told, I didn't much care. He had desecrated the ground that was our home together and so I took what I had and ran with it. I was not apologetic in the least.

“I like what you've done. It's marvelous, darling.” he spoke softly, sliding his ample hands in his pockets. Darling. I looked at him again in a meager attempt to read his thoughts. What I wouldn't give to read his mind. He returned my gaze, and my stomach and intestines immediately morphed into lava.

The burn that his brilliant blues cast on mine was mind-blowing. A searing ache housed itself just below my navel, and my clumsy, nervous hands allowed my purse to go clattering to the floor with a dull but generous 'thud'. The corners of his lips turned up minutely into the shape of a smirk. He had not missed the way just a look had affected me. I cursed to myself and cleared my throat.

“Thank you very much.” I said simply.

That's all I you have to say? Really? After all this time, you're going to let this coward of a man tongue-tie you?

Well, yes.

I went to speak again, and before I could, he had engulfed me in his arms. One hand on my hair and another on the small of my back, he swayed with me gently. His arms felt like home and steel bars at the same time. My heart threatened to burst where I stood. Breathing was more difficult, and tears pricked at my eyes. I looked up at him, confused.

“Let me show you.”

His words were soft and plain, but I understood the subtext. I hesitated, before nodding. Without missing a beat (in fact, I feel he may have been anticipatory), Tom ghosted his hands to my jaw and lifted my lips to his for what was maybe the most tender kiss I have experienced in all of my days. Not even our first kiss was quite so breathtaking. His lips, tongue, and jaw moved against mine with a passion that held so many unresolved feelings behind it. The pent-up frustration was absolutely solid between the two of us, making me need him all the more.

His hands tightened on my jaw before moving into my hair and down to my waist. With each respective touch, a bolt of electricity caused my heart to go haywire. Emotions were swirling around in my head and chest as he assaulted my lips with his, his tongue delving into the depths of my mouth. He deepened the kiss as he shuffled me back to the door, shoving me against it (more roughly than intended, but I wasn't going to complain).

I had forgotten just how much the man could ensnare my attentions with one stroke of his hand. Gooseflesh erupted all over me sporadically and I shivered under even the meekest of his touches. He smirked against my mouth and bit my bottom lip abrasively. Fireworks shot heavy beneath my eyelids and I moaned into him, losing my senses. My hips struggled to gain ground closer to him than I already was, and he managed to squeeze me tighter to the door in response. My body was begging for friction that only he could provide, and he was taking an agonizingly long time to do so.

As if he could read my thoughts, he laughed. A deep rumble in his chest that only encouraged me to want more, more. Moving his mouth away from mine, he layered butterfly kisses down my jawline before absolutely ravaging my neck. Scarves for the next week, it would be.

“Oh my lord, Tom...” I sighed, the pressure of his teeth against one of the most sensitive spots on my neck. He nipped and licked lightly at the delicate skin before sinking his teeth barbarically into my collarbone.

I moaned loudly enough to surprise myself. Tom's only response was to move his hands to my ass and squeeze achingly firmly. It was true that our emotional relationship was wonderful and completely fulfilling, but our sex life was an entity all its own. Our physical chemistry left absolutely nothing to be desired from the other.

“Tell me how much you've missed it.” he requested gruffly, his breathing hitched and shallow. My knees turned to jelly as his teeth nipped lightly at the lobe of my ear. His tongue traced small lines from the top of my ear to the bottom, and his hot breath spilled over my neck superfluously. I sighed deeply and he groaned, instinctively bucking his hips into mine. I could feel the scruff of his face against my flushed skin, which was white hot with electricity for him.

“What exactly have I missed, then?” I answered cheekily, holding the back of his head and lightly tugging his hair as he kissed down my chest, pulling my shirt with ease. Within moments, he had the navy piece of fabric off of my body and I was left in a simple lace bralet and my pants. He clicked his tongue at me, surveying the situation as well as my attitude.

“First, these have got to go...” he mumbled into my skin, getting on his knees in front of me and pulling my leggings down, careful to brush kisses across my lower body. On my hips and then to my thighs. The innermost part of my knee and to the crook of my ankle. As he tossed my leggings and underwear into one of the chairs in the room, he made a point to run one of his nimble hands over my most sensitive spot, causing me to moan in frustration. I could feel how slick I was against his long digits. He looked up at me, hesitant.

“Now, if I may remind you of what you've been missing...?” he asked cautiously. I blushed. Even though I had practically all of my clothes off and was very obviously soaking wet, he still asked for permission to touch me more intimately. I swooned inwardly.

“Please, Tom.” I breathed, moving my hips toward his hand that was very idly circling my clit. A wicked grin spread across his face as he took his hands and pulled my legs more readily apart.

“Darling, won't you throw your thighs over my shoulders and lean back against the wall?” he asked as if nothing were wrong with the sentence. As if it were as simple as, 'could you please pass me the cornbread?' I moaned at even the suggestion and the embers in my stomach burned a little brighter. He gingerly placed both of my legs over his shoulders and pushed me back against the wall, his face absolutely level with my wetness. He licked playfully at first, before taking my nub in his mouth and sucking gently.

I moaned and bucked my hips toward his face – I had been waiting to feel his skin against mine for two weeks. Two weeks I had had to walk around the house and remember all of the times he'd fucked me on the kitchen table, or made love to me over his desk in the study.

I involuntarily squeezed my thighs around his face and he began to suck a little harder, using his tongue to form circles around the sensitive button of flesh. He brought a hand up and began running his fingers over my wetness before inserting two digits in very suddenly. I yelped in pleasure and squeezed his face tighter on accident. I slackened my death grip on his jaw and tangled my hands in his hair so that he knew I was very much enjoying what he was doing.

I could feel the heat pooling in my stomach much like warm sassafras. He was very tenderly touching and grazing every inch of my body that he could reach, worshiping me in a very grandiose way. All I could do was go along for the ride.

“Tom, please, please – I need you. Let me undress you.” I pleaded, finding my voice. His eyes met mine and he pulled away from my heat, licking his lips. I thought I might fall dead, if we're being quite frank.

He replaced my legs on the ground and quickly drew himself to full height – a very substantial 5 inches above me. I smiled at him shyly, before tugging at the hem of his sweater and lifting. He put his arms up so I could easily pull the fabric over his head. I discarded the garment, but before I could go for his pants, he stopped me. Taking my hands, he placed a small kiss on my forehead, and one on each cheek.

“Gwen, I love you. I love you so very much, from the bottom of my soul. I am so sorry for what I've done to you.” he spoke against my hair, and I nuzzled my head into his neck. In lieu of responding, I allowed my hands to wander down his chest and to his belt buckle, which I undid easily out of habit. A soft groan was earned by this effort, and so I was encouraged.

My hands unzipped the fly of his jeans and unbuttoned the snap at the top before I slid gracefully from his embrace and pulled off his jeans. He was left only in his boxer-briefs, which I then discarded. Standing back up to him, I allowed one hand to grasp his neck and pull him into a kiss before I placed the other on his member, which was absolutely rock-hard. I moaned in sheer appreciation and squeezed his cock, eliciting an animalistic whimper from his lips. He was already slick from his own precum, so working him up did not prove to be difficult.

I massaged the length of him roughly, and he bucked his hips involuntarily into my hand. Our tongues danced lithely with the other's and I smiled into the kiss, reveling in the sensations that I had been missing the past weeks without him. A gruff moan escaped his taut lips and I decided that enough was enough.

“I need you inside of me, Tom.” I whimpered into his kiss, and pushed myself as close to him as humanly possible. I wanted to melt inside of him; to become a part of him so integral and primal that it made me incomparable in his eyes. I craved the constant company of him and the devotion of his innermost wants. I wanted him so bad in that moment, and he was more than happy to oblige me.

His brown hair sticking slightly to his dewy forehead, Tom looked at me with passion and urgency. His eyebrows were knitted up in pleasure and his mouth was half hung open from the same. I kissed him fiercely before he lifted my leg, positioned himself at my entrance and traced the length of it excruciatingly slowly. Tom proceeded to slowly slide himself inside of my body, inch by divine inch. We both emitted guttural moans of alarming ecstasy as we experienced each other for what seemed like the first time in forever.

He stayed buried inside of me for an extended moment, catching his breath and recollecting. He left small kisses all over my face and the top of my head – on my ears and my shoulders. An intense look into my eyes was all it took to convince me to throw all of my caution away. I could read in his gaze that this was much more for him than just hate sex or make-up sex. He was attempting to show just how devoted he was to fulfilling my every whim and need. It was an effort to illustrate that he wanted to make me happy, despite his previous misgivings.

I pulled him to me and embraced him tightly as he began to pump in and out of me, his pace excruciatingly slow. I felt all of the ridges along his back and sides where his muscles and bones came together to form canyons and sharp peaks. My fingers sifted through his dampened hair, the wiry texture so familiar, but so invigorating. I ghosted along the muscular firmaments of his ass, my nails digging deeply into the dimples he was secretly so very proud of.

“Harder, Tom, please..” I begged, uninhibited at that point. I was already so embarrassingly wet with anticipation that he slid in and out with such ease it was criminal. I could tell that he was keeping himself censored in an endeavor to prevent me from thinking he was simply trying to fuck my brains out. I appreciated it, but I somewhat longed for the string of curses and dirty talk that normally accompanied our carnal activities. I put a hand on the back of his head and tugged his hair lightly, encouraging him. He inhaled sharply, hissing almost.

“Oh, shit, Gwen.” he murmured into my neck, his chest rumbling against mine. My coaxing had brought him out of his shell a little, made him more comfortable. He kissed and bit my shoulder as he bucked in and out of me, my hips rising to meet his in a dance of promiscuous proportions. After a moment, he ran his hands down to my waist and dug his fingertips in, driving me positively wild with want.

“Do you like it rough, beautiful girl?” he purred into my ear as he fucked me with generous fervor. This was the passion that I knew and loved. I nodded and moved my hands to his jaw before meeting his lips with mine. Our tongues battled haphazardly, darting back and forth before tangling together unceremoniously. He moaned into my mouth as he picked up speed with his hips, brushing against the spot inside of me that made me want to scream. My legs buckled and he slid his ample hands beneath my ass to keep me supported. Ever the gentleman, Tom.

He took advantage of the situation to scoop me up and walk me over to the couch, all the while staying inside of me. My hand scrambled for a grip on his shoulders, even though I knew I was in capable hands. His kisses lightened as he laid me down and steadied himself over me. His brilliant blue eyes bore into mine as hot, heavy breathing filled the room.

“I'm going to put your gorgeous leg over the back of the couch now, and fuck you so well that my name will be emblazoned on your tongue for a lifetime.”

I shivered beneath him, my hands running idly over his biceps. He brought his length out of me and pushed it back in erratically, panting and dripping sweat. I arched my back into him, the feeling of him filling me up very quickly driving me closer and closer to orgasm. I pushed my hips toward his, needing to feel the fire in his veins that burned for me.

“Oh, Tom.. Please don't stop. Fuck..” I breathed hotly, and I heard his air hitch. I could feel his dick pulsing within me and I knew that he wouldn't last much longer, so I pulled him close to me and kissed him deeply. He took the arm that was supporting him on the back of the couch and put it between us, massaging my clit slowly and bounteously.

“Come for me, darling... please, love.” he begged, his voice as low and dark as I had heard it in a long time. He groaned against me and drove his cock as hard and fast as he could possibly go while rubbing me simultaneously. The heat in my abdomen washed over my body and I convulsed hard, moaning his name and a very colorful array of curses.

“Fucking shit, Gwen, I'm gonna –“ he hissed, his mouth hung open in pleasure. I could feel him come undone inside of me – one of the things that I secretly loved. He knew that and exploited it, naturally. We came nearly together, and came down together, him collapsing beside me on the couch and pulling me to him almost immediately.

The sheen of sweat that covered his body made me shiver, and he nuzzled me from behind to try to keep me warm. His chest against my back felt like heaven.

“Gwen?” he asked, after a very long lull in activity. Quite honestly, I had assumed him asleep.

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

I paused, considering. It wouldn't be a lie to reciprocate, but I was uncertain. I was not yet entirely sold on the idea of us being together and resuming our relationship as normal. Still, it was not a lie that I loved him. The man had waited diligently and treated me with exemplary patience. I was sure that, faced with the choice between losing me and waiting forever, he would choose the latter. I thought to myself that maybe people do make mistakes, but they can be worth forgiving. If that were true, he had proven himself one of those people. Although communicating and much counsel was in our future, I was sure that I would rather spend my time fixing what the relationship I had with him than attempting to move on with someone lesser.

“I love you, Tom.”

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