Can I request something with Tommy From Warrior? FLUFF! Tommy is this bad ass but he is so in love and gentle with his girfriend. Can tommy & reader be out somewhere,like a bar, and a guy flirts/ touches her so Tommy beats the crap out of him. After, Tommy takes her back home & holds her all night because he is so protective & possessive. Thanks doll.
Warnings: sex, sexual harassment, violence.
The bar was loud and crowded as your boyfriend led the way inside. It was called ‘Hideaway’ and the name matched the interior. The room was dimly lit, bodies of people filling every inch of space in the room. The chairs were tall stools with supportive wooden backs, bordering tables that were just as tall. You supposed it made conversation easier when a woman was sitting to enjoy her drink and a man came to approach and speak to her, or vice versa, — at least they were eye to eye despite the fact that she wasn’t standing. If they had regular chairs in here, it would be awkward leaning over and intimidating height differences. You tore your eyes away from the chairs when Tommy reached back for you. His large hand curled around your own securely as his broad form pushed through the drunken women who slurred and the few men that were having a difficult time maintaining their grips on their drinks. Liquid sloshed over the sides of their glasses to spill on the grey floor below, effectively leaving sticky stains behind. Tommy paid no mind to the clumsy idiots, he just continued to pull you along toward the bar. His hand released yours when you reached your destination. There was only one available seat that someone had just stood up from so he let you take it before he got comfy standing behind you. The leather beneath you sunk with your applied weight, a delightful and comfortable feeling after the long walk here. The bar counter was, as you presumed it would be, sticky and wet. It reeked of alcohol, but you didn’t mind the smell. Bottles of liquor bordered the wall at the black, rows and rows of beverages to choose from. Your lips pursed as you contemplated what to get, but it was no use simply eyeing the bottles, you needed a menu.
“Baby? Do you see a-“ You rotated around on the chair to look up at your boyfriend, but he was already leaning over to retrieve one of the menus. It was tucked away inside of a oak-made pot. He pinched one before weaving back through the crowd. Someone had smoothly taken his place behind you though. You watched the expression on his face go from one of pride, since he’d grabbed the menu before you could ask, to one of annoyance.
“Youre in my way.” His deep voice filled the small space. Even though the music was deafeningly loud, Tommy’s voice could be heard clearly due to how low it was in pitch. It rumbled within his chest before it met the man’s ears.
“You moved.” The man stated simply. “So your spot was taken.” Tommy’s eyes dropped to you and then back to the prick. You wiggled on the seat uncomfortably because the man stepped closer to you, oblivious that you were with Tommy. His chest brushed against your back and he offered no apology before reaching around you with a smile to grab one of the waters off of the tray. Tommy licked his lips slowly before searching for some sort of patience. He didn’t want to cause a scene at the beginning of the night.
“That’s my girl you’re touching.” He stepped forward defensively. The veins in his arms became more apparent as the anger in his body expanded. His hand moved to the man’s jacket, curling in it tightly before he shoved him back and away from you. The water that he’d lifted spilled along the front of his chest and Tommy couldn’t help but smirk. He took his place back, positioning himself behind you like a shield. Tommy could take offguard hits like a champ. It was like fighting an untameable animal though once he got involved. The man in the corner had a better view of Tommy now that one of the dim lights shone down on him and the muscles that he possessed. He definitely didn’t want to fight someone that big so he backed away defeatedly.
It had been a long time since you’d been to a bar. Most of the time they stunk of throw up and liquor, not exactly the ideal mixture, so if a bar was avoidable, you avoided it. Tommy wanted a drink tonight though and your boyfriend was craving it, nonstop telling you and hinting at it throughout the day. Inevitably, he got his way, and only because you couldn’t find it in yourself to say no to that puppy dog face of his. Bartenders brushed past the two of you, weaving in and out of the little swing door in the corner so they could refill and serve drinks. A woman finally stopped at the area in front of the two of you, she as well, oblivious that the two of you were a couple.
“Hello, what can I get you?” Her quiet voice was almost inaudible in the deafening room, but you had insanely good hearing, so you’d heard what she said. Tommy reached around you so that he could hand you the menu he’d picked up. Lifting it a little so the light in the room poured down on the printed words, you considered your options for only a second. You didn’t want to take up too much of the bartenders time.
“I’ll take a sex on the beach,” You told the woman. “Two of those and i’ll also have a um,” Your eyes moved to the white menu that Tommy smoothly took hold of. He pinched it between his fingers before dragging the thing toward him so he could inspect it. “and a mojito.” Your eyes moved back to the girl.
The brunette behind the counter was small and curvy. Her twinkling brown eyes scanned the length of your boyfriend before she fluttered her lengthy lashes in his direction. “And for you sir?” She realized he must’ve been with you since you two kept swapping the menu around.
You couldn’t help but smirk at the sickeningly sweet expression she wore. It was foolish on her part to even try to flirt with the man that stood over your shoulder. Tommy lifted his gaze to the waitress before lifting his arm and wrapping it around your body so he could place the menu back down on the sticky counter. He narrowed his eyes for a brief second before pursing his plump lips. “I’ll have the same thing that my girl’s having.” He told the woman before leaning in and pressing his lips against your cheek. You smiled slowly. No woman had a chance of getting anything from your boyfriend. Not even a smile. So when the girl’s did their absolute best to flirt with him, you couldn’t help but snort under your breath in amusement. Tommy Conlon was beyond in love with you and he wasn’t afraid to show that.
“I thought you hated a sex on the beach?” You turned to look over your shoulder at the man. “and a mojito. Last time I got one, you said it was disgusting.” The chair groaned audibly as you turned the seat all the way around. Staring up at your boyfriend from your seated position, you lifted your finger to his chin, brushing your nail lazily along his soft skin. You were level with him, but he was beastly, so his mouth was level with your forehead. You lowered your dainty fingers to the grey-blue shirt he wore. The fabric was soft beneath your fingertips as you moved your lazy strokes south and to his stomach. The journey to his belly was quiet enjoyable. You caressed along his ribs, over his abs, and down to the top of his torso.
“I don’t mind them.” He told you softly, though he wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were glued to the drinks, watching closely to the way that they were made. His hand moved to your hair, brushing your locks blindly and lazily away from your features. “And a mojito is alright, it just depends on how it’s made.” He finally looked toward you. His mousy brown hair covered his forehead. He definitely needed a haircut, but you liked his long locks so you didn’t remind him of the appointments he had a strong tendency to miss. Your fingers twitched against his tummy, tempted to brush those stubborn locks away from his eyes. His nose was curved perfectly, lips full and more than inviting. There was an ever-present gleam in his eye, one that sparkled, revealing his true emotions.
“You’re a changed man.” You pointed out softly before standing from your seat. The added height didn’t help much seeing as your boyfriend was like a boulder in comparison to you. You were just a mere rock. His hands lifted to your cheeks so that he could cradle the warm skin and before you could say anything else, he leaned in and pressed his mouth against yours. Your heart fluttered at the unexpected kiss before you slowly wrapped your arms around his middle. His kisses were so careful and deep, they were so easy to get lost in. He would place his pointer finger beneath your chin and hold you in place, tipping your head back in just the slightest so he could deepen the kiss. You were such a sucker for him. He swiftly spun the two of you around so that he could sit on the chair. His hand dropped to his thigh, patting it in order to signal you to climb up. You didn’t hesitate. Your small body sat perfectly on top of his own, back pressed to his chest as he moved the seat in the opposite direction so the two of you were facing the bar once again.
“Here we go,” the woman behind the counter chirped. “its happy hour so you get two drinks for the price of one.” Her eyes moved to Tommy. “When you’re ready for your second drinks, just let me know.” She charged the credit card that he tossed down on the counter before handing it back. You looked down when Tommy placed his hand on your thigh. His palm was warm even through the fabric of your jeans. Looking over your shoulder and at his features, you could tell he was agitated with how much the girl behind the counter was avoiding you and only speaking to him.
“Calm down, baby.” Your hand covered his. “That’s alright, she just thinks you’re cute.” The tip of your fingernails brushed along each of his knuckles as you drew your bottom lip in to clasp your teeth down on securely. It didn’t bother you when women made it clear that they were flirting with your boyfriend. Most times they looked right through you. You didn’t care though because you knew where Tommy’s heart lied.
“Well I don’t think she’s cute.” He grumbled against your ear. His mouth pressed against your shoulder, hand squeezing your thigh softly.
“It doesn’t matter if you do, honey.” You whispered before turning your head just a little so you could steal a kiss. Your mouth pressed to the corner of his lips before you turned back to the drinks. Lifting the sex on the beach, you stuck one of the offered straws into the orange beverage and swirled the liquid around. Leaning forward, your lips circled the straw and you took a slow sip. You were such a lightweight, you knew all the liquor would go directly to your head. It wasn’t an issue most of the time, but you could feel the tension in the man’s muscles that remained from the situation that had happened not too long ago and if you were drunk, you wouldn’t be able to calm him down if anything, god forbid, happened later. Tommy’s hand continued to lazily brush along your leg, caressing it absentmindedly. He paid no mind to your words. He really only thought you were attractive. He only had eyes for you. Everyone else was just.. there. He wouldn’t waste time convincing you he didn’t find the woman pretty though, it didn’t matter. He was still caught up on the fact that he’d let that man from earlier get away so easily. He was pulled from his thoughts when you shifted on his lap. Unbeknownst to you, you moved all your weight and set it directly on his groin. He let out a choked moan of enjoyment, hand tightening around your thigh. You nearly dropped your drink at the action. Turning your head to look at your boyfriend in confusion, you frowned, attempting to read the situation. His features were reddening, though it wasn’t from blushing. It took you just a few more seconds before you lifted yourself off of his crotch and sat down on his thigh. The movement was so you could face him fuller, but the color in his face drained and his skin returned to its original shade. The room suddenly felt hot as you realized what you’d done. “Oh, baby..”
He lifted a finger. “Don’t.” The simple word hushed you. “You’ll just make it worse. It’s alright.” The muscles in his jaw clenched as he began to grind his teeth together. Your eyes fell to his lap, studying the bulge that was beginning to form. You were sure in his head, he was contemplating where to take you so he could have his way with you. His eyes were rapidly moving around the interior. You were positive you could stood in the center of the room and screwed and people would’ve thought you were just dancing.
“I’ll finish my drinks and then we can go, mh?” You moved the straw back to your lips and began to sip at the thing. His eyes were now drawn to your lips, studying the way your cheeks sunk and your lips wrapped around the plastic. “Stop, your wounding yourself up.” You lifted your hand and gently pushed at his cheek so he couldn’t look at you while you drank your drink. Your hand fell away from his cheek and instead to his shoulder. Brushing your fingers along the large muscles that resided there, you bit your cheek.
It was awfully crowded and nobody was paying attention to the two of you. The bar had an extended platform, one that hid whatever was in the seat beneath the counter. Very rarely did you ever give in to Tommy’s want for public sex, but you supposed today, you’d treat him. Beneath the bar counter, your hand moved from Tommy’s shoulder down to his chest, ribs, stomach, and then the waistband of his jeans. You felt his eyes drag toward you in confusion, studying you intensely to see what your next move was. The button on his jeans came undone smoothly so it didn’t take long at all to free his member. Tommy stiffened beneath you. His entire body went rigid before all at once, every muscle inside him relaxed. His cock was warm in your palm, faintly throbbing as it begged for you to give it some attention. You obliged. Sitting sideways on Tommy’s lap, you wound your free arm around his shoulders and acted as if you were merely embracing him. Your forehead pressed against his neck and eyes dropped south so you could watch what you were doing. Your thumb drew lazy circles on his tip, taking your time to make the man squirm. Being this close to him, you could hear the little whiny breaths he set free. Gasps here and there, a few very small whimpers. Your hand slid along his shaft at a fast enough pace that it wasn’t actually visible what you were doing. Your lips rugged upward when you felt his hips buck forward in the slightest.
“Be patient, baby.” You whispered pleadingly. “I dont want to be kicked out of here because you can’t maintain your hip thrusts and end up getting us caught.” His eyes fluttered for only a moment. He reached around you smoothly to drown his sounds in his drink. The sex on the beach was practically devoured. He spilt droplets on his chin from his eager gulping, which led to choking when a particularly sudden, impossible-to-stop noise would build up in his throat. Your hand knew exactly what it was doing seeing as it had done this many times before. You watched his expression wrinkle up into a grimace of desperate need for more – though he looked like he was in pain. Your hand moved along his shaft just a little bit quicker, squeezing and twisting in all the right places. You lowered your head a little bit to add some moisture to the mix. Dipping beneath the counter to make it seem like you’d dropped something, you opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around him. There was no time to waste. Lowering your head as much as you could in this awkward position, you coated his cock in your saliva before lifting your head for air. Whimpering softly, you straightened on his lap before moving your hand to your mouth. Tommy’s face was a picture. He hadn’t expected you to do that and now.. well he was as good as finished. His head fell forward and his mouth met your shoulder, a poor attempt to muffle the groan he knew was building up even more so now.
“Fuck..” He hissed out. The temptation to thrust his hips forward and move things along quicker was almost irresistible, but you both knew he couldn’t and wouldn’t do that. “Just a little bit quicker.” He pleaded breathily. A little moan followed his words and you couldn’t help but too oblige. At this point, if anyone were to stare too long at the two of you, you were sure they’d figure out what was going on. Your hand was moving too fast for it to be a secret anymore and Tommy’s face.. well if that blissed our expression didn’t give it away, nothing would. He was hunched over, forehead pushing into your shoulder to try and hide himself. His mouth was opened wide, letting out the stifled sounds. Your fingers lifted to his tip again, making sure to give him loads and loads of attention in every spot. Tommy was weakening further and further, you could feel it.
“Are you going to be able to be quiet if I let you cum?” You mumbled softly against his ear. The question was sweet and curious, a small threat. You really couldn’t let him climax though if he was going to groan and yell out like he usually did. He lifted his head with a harsh exhale before placing his hand on your thigh. His fingers dug into your skin lightly, fingertips whitening from the pressure. He never lasted long when it came a handjob. But that was just because you knew exactly what to do and where to do it.
“K-kiss me.” He ground out. You could tell he was close by the little jolts from his hips, desperately trying to guide himself along inside your hand at a faster pace. Since he was climaxing, you didn’t hold back. Your lips pressed against his, swallowing every sound that he let loose and when he was on the verge of his orgasm, you moved your hand even faster and adjusted your grip so it was a little tighter. He did as you knew he would and practically shouted against your lips. You moved your mouth as passionately as you could in order to absorb his sounds. It worked for the most part — apart from some strange looks, you hadn’t been caught. When you drew back for air and Tommy slumped completely in the seat, you slowly drew out his orgasm before tucking him away inside his jeans. Fixing his shirt, you rotated on his lap and eyed the bartender like nothing had happened.
“I’m just.. going to run to the bathroom.” He told you softly. His mouth pressed against the back of your head and his hand moved around to your belly. His breathing was still shaky and he was pretty sure he had cum staining his jeans. Licking his lips, he moved his lips to your ear and kissed the soft skin there before giving you another peck on your neck and shoulder. You stood slowly to let the man up before dropping back down in the seat so he could head off and get cleaned up.
“I’ll order more drinks!” You called to him. He looked over his shoulder with a lazy smirk before making his way through the crowd. The lady behind the bar was rushing around. Back and forth, back and forth, tending to the greedy customers that wanted their drinks. You sympathized with her. It was hard to serve so many people when all you had was two hands. You waited patiently to order the next round of drinks, rear lifted off the seat in the slightest so that you could peer over the counter and watch the way that the drinks were made so you’d be able to make them at home one day. The bar had become even more filled, people pushing and shoving in order to get to the front. Tommy had been in the bathroom for longer than you would’ve liked, but you were sure the bathroom was just as full as the bar. Your fingers tapped lazily against the counter as you lowered yourself back down in the chair. A quiet sigh left your lips. You were patient, but you’d been waiting ten minutes to be given some attention and you were ignored. She kept rushing to people who were pushing to the front — the ones that waited for maybe a second. If Tommy were here, this woman would probably be hunched over the counter in order to give him anything he wanted. You stood from your chair and leaned further on the bar.
“Ma’am! Hi, I’ve been waiting for quite a while and my boyfriends going to be extremely thirsty when he gets back.” You attempted to lure her toward you. She did lift her gaze to your for a second before nodding her head once and scurrying back to the other end of the bar so she could give the ordered drinks to the customers. When you went to lower yourself back down, your seat was gone. Your furrowed brow was evident as your eyes moved instantly to a chortling man maybe a foot away from you. He was sat in the middle of a swarm of people, hogging the chair that had been yours. “Excuse me.” You placed your hand on the counter and narrowed your eyes to him. “I was sitting there.” You ushered to the chair.
His green eyes lifted to you. Icy and threatening. You backed off a little before folding your arms. You didn’t have a chance to say anything else before the woman at the bar noted the missing seat from it’s appropriate position. “Sir! You can’t take chairs away from the bar, bring that back over here, please!” She shouted, exasperated. You turned to look at her, taking advantage of her presence so you could order two of the strawberry pornstar martinis. Your eyes moved back to the man in the chair, but now he was a lot closer.
He stood about 6’3. He was meaty and large. He definitely didn’t have muscles like your boyfriend, but he had some amount. He towered over you like a building, a dark one that was too sketchy to walk past at night. You lifted your hands in order to push him away, but he reached around you and gripped the counter. “You wanted your chair back, darling?” He hissed. His breath stunk of whiskey and cigars, a smell that would’ve been alright if it wasn’t heavily exhaled into your face and laced with whatever the man had had for dinner. His hand moved to your hip and your hand dropped to his to pry it off. Your nails sunk harshly into his wrist, attempting to pry him off, but his free hand merely reached around you as well, and his hand grabbed ahold of your ass. “There it is so sit down.” Your eyes widened considerably and your hands lifted so you could forcefully punch him. It didn’t affect him in the slightest as you pinched your rear and attempt to drag you backward.
The man in front of you would sorely regret laying a hand on you or even speaking to you. In the blink of an eye, the man was on the floor. You were pressed against the counter, breaths heavy and eyes full of fear, but when you looked to the scene in front of you, your heart stopped. Tommy had his arm locked around the bastard’s neck and with so much ease, he rammed the man into the ground before climbing on top of him. One punch, two, three, four, Tommy was hammering his fists into the man’s jaw as if it were no big deal. His expression was mean, teeth bared and eyes wide. The music in the room was still loud, making it impossible for you to form a coherent thought, but Tommy was louder. Everyone surrounding the men were watching, but you, you were trying to get to your boyfriend. He had absolutely no control over himself when he got like this. Not unless he was torn away from the person he was beating. By the looks of it, the man on the floor was already unconscious.
“Tommy!” You shoved your way through the crowd. Your small hands hurriedly moved to his shoulders, gripping them. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and tugged him backwards with all your might. Lugging him off of the man, you whimpered. “We have to go.” This wasn’t the first time Tommy had sent his fist into someone’s jaw for touching you. Or for looking you at the wrong way. Or for saying the wrong thing. And it certainly wouldn’t be the last. But cops were always called eventually, especially when someone was knocked outcold, so you moved your shaky hand to your boyfriends cheek. “Baby. We have to go, now. Okay?” You were sat on the floor, legs spread so he could lay against your chest. His back pressed against your stomach, heavy breaths escaping him raggedly. He took a few more moments before he stood. The front of his shirt was bloody and his knuckles were busted from beating bone on bone. Tommy smoothly took your hand in his and made a beeline for the exit. You were sure he’d never take you to a bar again.
The cold air attacked you instantly. Tommy was numb to it. He was lost in his thoughts and you knew the apologies would come soon. Everyone always warned you that one day Tommy could get aggressive with you. What would you do if he ever lost his temper then, you wouldn’t be able to pry him off. They were common questions, but you paid them no mind. Tommy would never even yell at you, let alone lay a rough hand on you. His fingers tightened around your own and instead of letting him drown in the guilt he felt, you halted him. Your body turned toward his and you eyed the confusion that rested on his face. Without warning, your fingers lifted to the back of his hair and your mouth moved toward his. You had to lift yourself up on to your tiptoes in order to reach him, lips moving slowly and lazily with his. He was kissing you almost hesitantly, as if he didn’t understand why you were being so kind to him. The fingers moved to the back of his neck, trailing along the smooth skin before you pulled back.
“Thank you.” Your voice was airy. “I don’t know what i would’ve done if you hadn’t of shown up.” You mumbled before pressing yourself into him. In all the times Tommy had become aggressive toward others, you’d never seen such an animalistic look in his eyes. He looked like he wanted to kill. Had you not pulled your boyfriend away from the bloke, he probably would’ve. His entire demeanor changed. He didn’t look broken or lost or guilty, he looked.. happy. Inwardly, you’d never voice your thoughts to him, you thought that after each fight, he wondered if this would be the dealbreaker, and you would finally leave him. But in this moment he got all the confirmation he needed. You gave him another soft kiss before continuing on down the road toward the home you two shared.
You were suddenly taken back to the time the two of you had gone to the beach two summers ago. It was a swelteringly hot day. The waves were lively, crashing against the shore without hesitance. The water felt so good on your previously sweaty skin as you swam around with your boyfriend. He was very touchy that day, you remembered because it was the first time he wanted to have public sex and you wouldn’t allow it. You just weren’t comfortable enough for it — and how painfully obvious would it be to screw in the ocean. Very, you thought. Tommy hadn’t been upset, he’d merely pulled your legs around his waist and kissed you. If you wanted to save lovemaking for when the two of you were at home, he wouldn’t complain. When the two of you had parted, the current pushed your much smaller body away from Tommy’s and in that brief amount of time where the two of you were separated, a man assumed you were on your own and began to flirt. He was kind and very complementary. You’d brushed off his comments and explained that you were there with your longtime boyfriend, but the man hadn’t taken the hint, for he still hadn’t seen Tommy. The man beside you made the mistake of placing his hand on your lower back and Tommy nearly drowned him.
You were drawn back to the present when Tommy opened the front door and led you inside. The warm home was certainly appreciated as you hauled off your heavy jacket and threw it on the sofa. Moaning breathily, your little body fell on to the cushion so you could lay your head down. “No more bars?” You asked quietly, eyes sliding shut. The man beside the door removed his house keys from his pocket and set them in the little white bowl on the table. “No more bars.” He confirmed before dragging off his leather jacket. He hung the material up before moving toward the one you’d just thrown. Hanging it up as well, he shut the door and moved toward the sofa. His hands found the back of it so he could peer down at you. “No more bars, clubs, beaches, parks, stores, or road trips.” He muttered jokingly before reaching down and brushing your hair out of your face.
“Don’t forget hotels.” You whispered with a slow smile.
“Ah, right.” He nodded before leaning over and pressing his lips against your cheek. “No more hotels.” As the man straightened, you turned your head and sent him a lazy smile. He lifted his hand and scratched the corner of his mouth, chuckling lowly at how playful you were. His bloody hand caught your attention though, ruining the mood just a little.
“Come on, baby, I’ll help you clean that up.” Lifting yourself up and off of the sofa, your hand curled in the front of his shirt so you could drag him along with you into the kitchen. He hated this part. As big and tough as he was, it stung when you cleaned his wounds. The man stood in his designated spot, back pressed against the counter as he set his palm on the surface. You opened the cabinet near the sink and drew out the cleaning alcohol, bandages, and healing cream. Turning on some warm water, you hummed under your breath as you made your way into the laundry room to get a rag. Returning shortly, your fingertips curled around his wrist. Dragging his hand so that it was beneath the water, you watched the blood wash away. Some of it was his, some of it wasn’t. Dipping the rag beneath the faucet, you watched the dry cloth as it shriveled. Wringing it out lightly, you moved it to his knuckles and began to get to work. Cleaning off the blood was the main part, that way you could see where the injuries actually were. He’d wince every now and then. When you were done with the rag, you laid it in the sink and turned to grab the alcohol. Applying it to some cotton, you dabbed it on to his knuckles, eyes lifting to expression to find him with his head tilted back, trying not to be a baby over the stinging sensation. You smiled fondly before tossing the cotton into the trash. Applying some cream to your finger, you rubbed it on to all four of his fingers, not giving any attention to his thumb because it had nothing wrong with it. The bandage was optional. You always got it out just in case, but he never took it. You heaved a gentle sigh before wrapping just a sliver of the cloth around his middle finger. It was the worst cut and you knew he wouldn’t fuss to much since it was only one little piece. You set his hand down and then moved to the other to repeat the process. Tommy was infatuated with you. You looked so beautiful with a little line of concentration lying horizontally across your forehead. You let out little hums, some of them a tune to a song, others pitiful sounds that showed you sympathized with him. “My poor baby..” You whispered once you’d finished. “you’re all fixed.” You declared before cleaning up the mess. Tucking everything back away into its appropriate position, you took the rag into the laundry room before moaning softly. “Are you ready to go lay down?” You inquired, finger lifting to hover above the light switch.
“Yes, just one second.” He mumbled. His voice was entirely too soft and quiet for anyone to believe that that precious little voice had escaped the big, strong man. He opened the fridge and grasped a bottle of water before opening a cupboard and taking some chips. You cut the light out when he moved toward you and the pair of you made your way down the long hall to your bedroom. Tommy set his things down on the bedside table before moving to the closet so he could change. You did the same. Your shoulder brushed his as you rummaged through your belongings, soft eyes trailing along your pajamas. “Those,” He pointed to the red ones. You arched a brow before looking toward him. He’d picked the thinnest set of shorts and a tank top, bordered by black lace. You shook your head in disbelief before taking the material out of the drawer. Laying it on the mattress, your fingers slid to your jeans so you could remove them. Tommy took his time, pretending like he was hunting for something to wear, but he was keeping a close eye on you, removing your attire so you could put on the ones he requested.
When you were clad in the lingerie, he finally settled for some sweatpants. It was your turn to ogle him then. You climbed on to the bed and buried yourself deep beneath the comforter, humming delightfully at how warm it was. You kept your head out, just a sliver, so that your eyes could rake down the length of Tommy’s body as he undressed. His dirty clothes were put inside the basket in the corner, blood-stained shirt probably going to have to be washed twice. He heaved a tired sigh before climbing into bed and laying down at your side. When he was still and found a comfortable position, his arm opened up and he ushered for you to come close. You obeyed instantly. Your arm wound around his torso and your leg hooked around his thigh. Snuggling up and into the man as close as you could get, you set your head on his shoulder and stared up at him.
Tommy tilted his head to the side so he could see down at you. His finger lifting, tracing a line from the space between your brows, down to the tip of your nose. The man inhaled breathily before leaning in and kissing your forehead. “I love you.” He spoke against your skin. Your fingertips delicately brushed along the hard muscles that layered his stomach. Caressing each one tenderly, you couldn’t help but smile at how gentle he was with you. Leaning up on your elbow, you gave the man an eskimo kiss. Your nose brushed delicately along his own before you leaned in and pressed a different sort of kiss to his lips.
“I love you too.” You whispered against his lips. Your hand ran up to his throat, wrapping around it as tenderly as you had been caressing his chest. Your thumb brushed along his pulse, tracing the throbbing area. Sleepily placing your head back on his shoulder, your hand brushed along his neck to rest flat against his shoulder.
He stayed awake and counted your breaths. He could hear the way they switched from manual, so soft and quiet, to automatic, deeper and lengthier. You were fast asleep, buried in the safety of his arms. The little ball of guilt that still remained in his chest now was from the fact that he’d left you alone. He blamed himself for doing that — if he had been there, that man wouldn’t have laid a finger on you. Deep down, he knew it wasn’t his fault. The bastard had got what he deserved, hadn’t he? How dare he put his hands on you, or any other woman, without consent. He drew you into him just a little bit more snugly. His fingertips brushed along the length of your arm, fascinated by the fact that he could draw goosebumps to the surface without waking you. He buried his features in your hair before tiredly reaching over and shutting out the light. His body wrapped itself completely around your own and if someone were to walk in, they’d assume that that was just one form. The pair of you molded so perfectly together. It was like you were missing pieces to a puzzle. And now that you’d found each other, nothing, not even the fact that Tommy was considered to be quite dangerous, would pull you apart. You both loved each other more than you could ever put into words. And as crazy as it was to feel so protected in the aggressive man’s embrace; you’d never felt safer.
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