Something You Can't Finish
Tom woke up to cold sheets, his love wasn't next to him then. He layed there groggily blinking his eyes for a few seconds. Groaning, he sat up and didn't bother to throw on a shirt. Following the smell of coffee, with no doubt cinnamon mixed with the grounds, the kitchen is where she would be. His feet padded across the cold hardwood flooring of their shared bedroom to the tiles leading to the kitchen.
As he assumed, there she was sitting on the window seat that he had installed in the kitchen, specifically for her to read when her ADD, though she won't admit it, got the best of her. Not noticing he was there, she turned the page to the book she was currently entranced in. Probably one she had read only a thousand times. He smiled and sat in one of the black leather cushioned seats at their black wood top table.
For a few minutes, he sat there just watching her. Then the smell of the dark roast coffee got the best of his desire for it. The sound of the wooden chair scooting back caused her to pause in taking a sip of the coffee, her hand with the silver band on her index finger held up in midair shaking with the effort to hold up the tall, full cup of coffee. Her eyes glanced over at him and a warm smile spread across her face.
"Good morning, darling. I wasn't trying to break your concentration. I apologize." He spoke with his deeper than his usual voice morning voice. She shook her head.
"I was going to go and see if you were awake when I was finished with the chapter anyways. Good morning also." She set her book down on the cushioned bench, leaving her coffee on the table. She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his defined torso. Resting her head on his shoulders, which was perfect height if you asked her, her hands rested on his stomach. He leaned back into her touch.
"How was your rest?" He inquired. She often had insomnia because of how much she worried about little things that shouldn't be worried about.
"Amazing. I sleep better when you're here."
Tom smiled. He knew that. He slept better with her curled up in a ball next to or on him, sometimes pressed with her back to his front. Tom loved his career of acting, but hated the way he had to leave her behind in London. Though it wasn't the fact she wasn't as protected as she was with him, his mom,dad or brothers, sometimes all three, were always with or nearby her. He was jealous of that. But Tom hated not having her near him.
She couldn't just leave though. Her Oxford Uni studies of journalism wouldn't let her. He respected that choice and loved her for it. She did go with him when she could though. Like this next month, she was leaving with him to Montreal for a Chaos Walking cover article. Her next article was on a sci-fi fiction.
The feel of her hands sliding down his torso broke him out of his trance. His eyebrows rose and he glanced down in the middle of stirring his coffee. Just before the hands that caused him so many unholy thoughts throughout the day, more often than not, reached the waist line of his Nike gym shorts, he grabbed them tightly in his.
"Don't start something you don't want, darling. Harrison will be over in a hour and we both know we'll be longer than that." He warned with an upraised eyebrow that she couldn't see. She hummed against his back.
"I have no idea what you're talking about. Can I not just revel in the fact that my boyfriend of two years is a complete god?"
He chuckled, and with swift motions, removed her hands and pinned her against the marble top island behind her. Her back was pressed to his front and he had her hands held just tight enough to be the slightest bit uncomfortable in one of his. He leaned forward, bending her over in the process, to whisper darkly in her ear.
"Darling, don't play with me or I just might have to punish you. Even though we know, you absolutely thrive in the way afterwards you can't sit still for more than thirty seconds because your ass is redder than the lipstick stain that's left around my-"
"Tom-" She whines, her cheeks blazing with arousal or embarrassment, he could never tell. More than likely a mixture of both.
"Uh uh, babydoll, I'm talking. Maybe next time you shouldn't try to tease me." He smirked darkly when all she did was pushed her ass back against his now fully erected dick. Stepping back, his hands quickly came down across her pantie clad bottom. She moaned and squealed at the same time, not expecting it. Tom glanced at the time displayed on their double-oven, glass top stove. Forty-five minutes until Harrison arrived. He leant back over her, whom was still heavily breathing and trying to calm the raging heat in between her legs.
"Now, darling, why don't you go and get ready for our day out in London with Harrison and Sam? If you're a one hundred percent perfect good little girl, I'll consider rewarding you when we get home." While he said this, he pulled her up and turned her around. Her cheeks were the prettiest shade of red, her full lips were parted, and her hair was still messy from sleep. Threw her, actually his,thin tee her nipples were fully hardened, either from the cold marble top or his words whispered dirtily in her ear, he did not know nor did he care. He did though cup her breasts and made circles with his thumbs around them. This action, which drove her absolutely insane, caused her to arch her back. Giving him enough time to pull out his phone with one hand and snap a picture of her.
Hearing the click of a camera, her eyes popped open. He grinned, turned her around to face the direction of their bedroom, and swatted her ass to make her move that way. She squealed and jumped. Dropping his head towards his chest, he let out a laugh. Turning around, she glared at him and pouted. She hated how he always managed to this to her.
"I hate you. You know that?" She said to him. He raised his eyebrow.
"Really,love? Well you know if you hate me that much, I could always just inflict exactly what I threatened a few minutes ago. I'm sure Harrison and Sam would love to join or at least watch." He spoke, knowing she though Harrison was handsome and used to have a crush on Sam, before they started dating anyways. She blushed and lowered her head. Turning around, she walked into their bedroom, him following with a triumphant smirk. All of a sudden, her head snapped up and she gasped.
She ran past him, causing him to stare her with a confused expression. It only lasted a few seconds, though, because she walked back in with her coffee and book. He continued to stare at her, as she sipped on it once and placed it on their dresser along with her book. He laughed at her and she looked up at him innocently with her big doe eyes.
"Nothing, darling. Nothing at all." He answered.
