#also the interviewer was holding a duck btw. felt like mentioning that

[elektroblues]

alan wilder and dave gahan, 1984

[ijenoyou]

I’m sorry.

jeno x oc!mia. nct24th member. red velvet6th member.

summary; after finding out you didn’t send a supportive text to jeno just like the other members he tries to understand the reason for it.

warnings; i think none hehe but has fluff and a bit of angst lol, has mentions of clc yeeun and this is also set during that backstage interview during boom era. Also english isn’t my first language sooo if you see any mistake pls ignore it ahaha

btw this story line will have more parts soooo if you want to suggest like any scenario you’re more than welcome to do that!!

The dream members where having an interview backstage before their stage, all of them were having a good time until the TMI section started, causing a big mess in Jeno’s head.

“Should I start?” Renjun asked to the other members which to that all of them nodded.

“Please say something interesting!” Haechan whined.

Renjun laughed. “Let me see... Today Mia texted me a supportive message!” He finished with a smile.

“She sent one for me too!” Jisung said with a proud smile.

After that, everyone stated that they all got a text from her but quickly found out Jeno didn’t.

“She didn’t text me.” Jeno said while the rest of the member were praising her for being a good noona but after hearing Jeno’s word they abruptly stopped.

“Are you sure?” Jaemin asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“Yeah... It’s fine, she probably forgot about it.” Jeno said with his famous eye smile.

But in reality, it wasn’t fine, Jeno felt like Mia was angry at him because of the way she started to avoid him like the plague after she saw him and Yeeun having lunch together. After finishing the interview, they went back to their waiting room and started to prepare for their stage.

Renjun was sitting next to Jeno on the couch while they were watching the other groups perform, Renjun’s phone rang, indicating that he got a text. When he flipped his phone to see what it was about Jeno saw Mia’s contact name making his chest ache with a weird pain making him feel uneasy. He couldn’t stop staring at Renjun’s phone and felt bad but he had to know if they were talking about him.

Mia(✿◠‿◠): injunieeeeee

Mia(✿◠‿◠): are you busy?

rj: nope, what’s up?

Mia(✿◠‿◠): hehe nothing i’m just bored :p

Mia(✿◠‿◠): btw, are you guys at building 4?

rj: yup, why?

Mia(✿◠‿◠): i’m at building 3 recording the intro for next week’s show so i was thinking if i could go and visit you guys ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ

rj: we still have one hour so please! visit us~

Mia(✿◠‿◠): but

rj: but?

Mia(✿◠‿◠): is Jeno there?

rj: ofc he’s here! stop being like that and come hereee >:(

Mia(✿◠‿◠): i’m suddenly being call on set, can’t go hehe see you at the dorm junnie!

Jeno frowned after seeing the texts, he felt sad during the backstage interview after finding out Mia didn’t send any text to him like she did with the other members and now he was heartbroken after seeing that she didn’t wanted to see him. He knew what he did was wrong but Jeno really wanted to fix things with her.

Mia was looking for Jeno before he went on stage to do his MC job, she was skipping her steps because she was happy her and Jeno were starting to act on their feelings for each other. But she stopped when she saw Jeno and Yeeun picking their food from the table that was set up for the staff and artist to have their lunch. Mia didn’t want to interrupt them so she waiting and went to the vending machines that were full of drinks and candies. She took out a 1000 won bill and put it in the machines so she could get her favorite chocante bar which is a Kit-Kat.

“I’m really happy to be working with you Jen.” She heard Yeeun’s voice almost next to her. Mia froze and stopped mid way, she turned a bit and saw that the both of them were sitting next to the vending machines with their backs turned.

She wasn’t one for invading people’s privacy but when she saw that Yeeun was holding his hand, she thought nothing of it but what made her upset was that he interlaced his fingers with hers.

“I’m happy too.” He answered.

“I was thinking, maybe after we finish today’s show we could go to this ramen restaurant my members and I go to.” Yeeun said with a smile.

“A date?”

“Well... it’s only a date if you want to.”

Oh. Mia’s eyes were starting to fill up with tears. It wasn’t the fact that they were holding hands, it was the fact that he only smiled at Yeeun’s words making Mia think that he wanted to be Yeeun instead of her.

Yeeun turned around to grab another drink but stopped as soon as she saw Mia.

“Hi Mia!” She said with a big smile, she patted Jeno’s shoulder. “Look, she came to visit you!”

Jeno turned as fast as he could and when he saw the tears forming in her eyes he knew fucked up. He got up and took a step towards her tiny figure but she took one step back. Mia’s sad eyes turned into angry ones and turned around.

“Mia! Please!” Jeno said.

When they arrived to the dorm all of the dream members took showers and went to the living room to watch a movie together. They were at mid movie when the dorm door opened.

“I’m home!” Mia shouted.

All of the dream members heads turned and smiled except for Jeno.

“Noona!” Jisung said with excitement and got up from the couch to give her a hug.

After that, she took her shoes off and left them at the door. She walked towards the couch and ruffled Renjun’s hair making him smile. She ducked a bit and gave him a kiss in the cheek.

“Be right back! I’m gonna change into my pj’s, do you guys want sushi? It’s on me! Star ordering.”

The dream members shouted a thank you towards her and started to order their food. She smiled and started to walk towards the hallway.

“Why didn’t you text me something too?” Jeno’s voice made everyone including Mia stop in their tracks.

Mia turned around and sighed.

“I think we should order in my room, let’s go guys.” Jaemin said and the rest of the boys nodded.

After all of them left, Mia took seat next to Jeno.

“I didn’t texted you because I didn’t know if you still wanted anything to do with me.” She murmured and played with her fingers.

Jeno took her hands into his and gave them a squish.

“I’m sorry... for not saying anything back there. I know that it was wrong that I let her think that I wanted to date her.”

Mia nodded.

“It’s just that, I know she is way prettier than me and way better that me in everytime, If I were you I would go for Yeeun instead of me.” Mia said mmmm pone after a few seconds of silence.

“What? No!” Jeno turned his full body and took Mia by the shoulders. “You’re the one I like, you’re the prettiest girl and my eyes it will always be like this!”

It was no secret Mia was insecure, when she first debuted with Red Velvet she knew people would point out her looks since she is mixed, people mostly pointed out how she was tanner than the rest of the members. Or people would say that they couldn’t figure out how she managed to debut with Red Velvet since she wasn’t as pretty as the rest of the members.

Her NCT members found out about it through the years, they could see and feel how she felt about herself when someone complimented her denying their words or even when she talked low about herself.

“You think I’m pretty?” Mia asked with tears in her cheeks.

“You don’t need other peoples opinions baby, but yes, I know you’re the prettiest girl in the world.

She smiled and nodded. Jeno took her cheeks in his hands and guided her towards his face.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked.

“Please do it.” Mia answered making him smile.

When their lips connected, Jeno and Mia’s heart began to beat faster.

Without them noticing, the other dream members fist bumped the air.

[touchingoldmagic]

Comic Review

Today Issue Two landed! I liked most of this issue more than I liked Issue One, but I'm kinda biased because Ray is my favorite...

Here's my review of the issue. As always, under the cut is all teh spoilers, so venture at your own risk.

With Issue Two, the comic cements its feel of a collection of snippets, rather than one solid storyline. Ray's issue isn't really any sort of continuation of the story we were being told in Winston's issue. (Poe is safe!) It's still following the plot of the guys being interviewed for a book, but the interviews jump around to different subjects.

It makes sense, really. With the new movie opening soon, IDW no doubt wanted a storyline that new readers could jump in without worrying about all the convoluted plots and comic-only characters that make up the IDW canon so far. Year One is a great jumping in point for new readers, since it only concerns itself with the first movie. And in fact, anyone could pick up Issue 2 without having read Issue 1 first, and that will probably be true of #3 and #4 as well.

Just like with Issue One, we begin the story with a page of interviews between movie characters and Rebecca, the writer preparing to write a book about the GB's.

I laughed so hard at Dana here.

I kinda feel, though, that we didn't need more of these interviews? It was a good set-up to start the mini-series off and establish that these are interviews between characters, but if it's going to be the first page or two of all four issues, that's a lot of pages we could have used for actual story.

On the other hand, it sets up for some good jokes. One of Peter's students drops a reference to Animal House, the first movie Harold Ramis ever wrote. That cracked me up.

Even more so than with Winston's issue, Ray's issue feels like a bunch of brief reaction scenes, reflecting on things that were mentioned in the movie. The next page has Ray talking to Rebecca about witnessing a mass sponge migration, which of course is a line from the movie.

It's interesting that the comic writers took a different twist on the line than I think most do. While to me it seems that Ray is implying to Peter in the movie that the sponges had some sort of paranormal reason for moving, here in the comic Ray's explanation to Rebecca is more like he was just using his observation of the sponges to explain how he's fascinated with things in life/nature that have no known explanation.

Rebecca isn't interested and asks him instead how he met Egon and Peter. That leads to the next two pages, which is a flashback to Peter introducing Ray to Egon (again, this is just a reference to a line in the movie, where Peter says he introduced the two of them).

Okay but this is HILARIOUS and it's my favorite part of the issue. Because Egon, Peter, and Ray HAVE 70's HAIR. It's big and has volume and is AMAZING. I'm in love. (Also Egon is wearing a 4th Doctor scarf and I am also in love with that.) Also it's snowing and the art is just so pretty!

To be honest, though, the scene with them meeting felt a little bland to me. But I don't think that's a fault of the comic. I've read a lot of GB fanfics, and many fic authors have done their own version of the "meeting in college" scene. So I've just seen it so many times already, in a way. This one didn't stand out, it felt like any fanfic I've read before. (That's not an insult to the comic, I've read a lot of really awesome GB fanfics.)

Although I do admit I got a chuckle out of the dialog. Egon says he met Peter in a woman's studies class, due to a scheduling mistake, and Peter convinced him to stay in it to learn to be more comfortable with people. (Of course, the joke is that Peter would only take a women's studies class to meet woman.)

Great lines: Rebecca: Though they glossed over where you got the nuclear material for your proton packs... Ray: Uh, we actually had that left over from a previously approved experiment.

So then after the flashback we jump to Ray's recounting of the library situation. There's a few pages of Dan re-drawing screenshots directly from the library scene, including where the ghost transforms. I don't know why, but this recounting didn't bother me as much as it did with Winston's issue, even though there's more of it here than in Issue One. Maybe it's because Ray's my fave character, so I'm enjoying it more, or maybe it's just more obvious that this issue is more of a "clip show" than Winston's was. Either way, I'm still enjoying it.

Ray is about to turn the interview onto another topic, but Rebecca asks him if they ever went back to deal with the librarian ghost. We jump to another flashback, a point where Winston is already with the team. The library administrator shows up at the firehouse and asks for their help, saying the ghost is getting worse. Ray agrees to resolve the issue for free considering their history with the library. Peter: You didn't even negotiate, Ray. Ray: I didn't? Wow. Amazing how annoying that is, isn't it? Winston: Do I even want to know what they're fighting about? Egon: I usually find it's better to not.

The scene that follows is, I think, a loving homage to the GB Video Game, which has a whole level of the guys trying to bust the librarian ghost. We get a lot of references to the game: the ghost runs off and hides, a bunch of books become flying creatures that try to attack the guys, and the ghost's name is Eleanor Twitty.

(Interesting to note, I think there's also an easter egg reference to Afterlife in this scene. Winston asks if they have something like a duck call, that would bring the ghosts to them. Egon says they never needed one before. We know from the Afterlife toys that a similar invention, the Ghost Whistle, will be a part of the new movie.)

So they don't want to just start blasting because the books in the library are irreplaceable. This is like the rare instance where the guys are really concerned with collateral damage. It's refreshing! Especially since it's books, which are near and dear to my own heart.

Ray thinks to hold up a rare one-of-a-kind book and threatens to blast it to bits if the ghost doesn't come forward (though later he tells Rebecca he was just lying and that wasn't what he was holding).

It works and the ghost appears, and they snag and trap her, leaving the library a mess but mostly undamaged.

Peter: -to the trap- All you had to do was make polite conversation a few months back, this whole thing could've gone a whole different way. Winston: I don't think you need to taunt them when they're trapped, man. Peter: Sure you do! Ghosts have ears everywhere. This'll strike fear in their hearts.

The last page wraps up the interview. Ray tells Rebecca he was glad they didn't damage the library books, and that the administrator sold him some of the library's occult collection. He thinks about opening an occult library of his own someday, and Rebecca says he should make it a bookstore instead. This, of course, being another reference, this time to the second movie.

(Btw, Ray wore a bowtie during this interview and it's super adorable.)

So basically everything in this issue was just extrapolating on different scenes from the movie, but I still really liked it. It felt like Issue One covered Winston's feelings a little more than this issue delved into Ray's, but I liked the little interactions between Ray and Peter, and Ray meeting Egon. I wish we had more of that.

Next issue is Peter's issue, and I'm curious how much Dana is going to be a part of it! He has her photo hanging in his locker in this issue, which is really cute but weirdly high-school-ish. Somehow, that fits Peter lol.

[titriwrites]

Scoop! - Chapter 11

A/N: I am SO sorry for the delay! But look, this has smut to make up for it. My first published smut btw, and probably a little less intense than some other stories you can find on tumblr, but I’ll still go into hiding right after posting this ;) And for everyone who doesn’t like to read smut, I marked that part with an *M*, so you can skip the part. And now, enjoy, I guess. Oh, and I’ll edit tomorrow, but I hope there aren’t that many mistakes! Let me know what you think ;)

Closer

It’s not just all physical I’m the type who won’t get oh so critical So let’s make things physical I won’t treat you like you’re oh so typical All you think of lately is getting underneath me All I dream of lately is how to get you underneath me Here comes the heat before we meet a little bit closer Here comes the spark before the dark, come a little closer

‘Closer’ by Tegan and Sara

“This is really, really beautiful, Tom, “ Jo whispered, almost in awe.

It’d been two weeks since he’d visited her in her flat and they’d watched The Jungle Book and later on Singing In The Rain together. They met afterwards as well, but it was mostly for a quick lunch in her break or when she had to go to an interview or event of some sort, and Tom was in the area as well. It had always been very low-key and so far nobody had spotted them. At least none of her colleagues mentioned anything

But tonight, tonight was entirely different. He said he wanted to take her out on a real date. Not walking around in the park or eating a sandwich in a local cafe. Though, Jo ensured that it was perfectly fine for her. She didn’t need some grand gesture; they were perfectly fine as they were. Especially considering the fact that she didn’t want to start anything serious. And that she had her first paragraph written and an idea of where to go with the story. She didn’t tell him those last two points.

But Tom had started with his puppy dog eyes. A look he had soon learned to convince Jo of almost anything. And they hadn’t even been in bed, yet. Not that she wanted. Well, Jo admitted to herself, she wanted, indeed – just one look at him was enough to turn her into pudding in his hands – but she obviously couldn’t. Except for the fact that she promised Eva to not get into something serious with Tom, her best friend also made her promise not to sleep with him. And Eva was right, it wouldn’t be fair. How the blonde wanted to check on her over the phone, she couldn’t tell Jo, but “she had her ways.“ Jo was a little freaked out after that and uninstalled her webcam.

Anyway, here she was now, in the fancy Duck & Waffle restaurant, overlooking London. They didn’t sit privately, but in a place like this, Jo was pretty sure nobody would spill the beans.

Tom beamed at her. “You like it?“ He looked so handsome tonight. Well, every time she’d seen him actually. He was wearing a white dress shirt, black trousers and a black jacket without a tie. She almost fell over when he picked her up in his Jaguar. Jo had argued that it was pretty silly for Tom to make the twenty minute drive to her flat in Bayswater to then make a 45 minute drive again to the restaurant, instead of just driving there separately, her by Tube, him by car, if he wanted. But he was determined to make it a real date, so he picked her up at home. Jo still thought it was a stupid idea, but couldn’t deny that it was a very sweet gesture.

“I love it, Tom,” she reassured him. “I mean, look at that. It’s an amazing view,“ Jo said, pointing out of the window.

“I know that.“ When she looked at him, Tom was already staring at her, winking when she blushed.

“Smooth, Hiddleston.“ She wouldn’t admit that it actually worked.

“I do have my moments,” he smiled, before digging his fork into the delicious looking Scottish salmon again, moaning a little and closing his eyes. Jo almost combusted right then and there and was shocked to realise she had to press her thighs together. She adverted her eyes to her own plate of grilled chicken and blushed horribly. She hoped Tom didn’t notice.

“You certainly do,” she mumbled, not looking up.

Jo heard an intake of breath and thought Tom would certainly say something, before she saw a movement from the corner of her eyes.

“Uhm, excuse me?”

Jo’s heart stopped. Had Tom been recognised? Was that it? Would she have to break his heart in front of the world to see, because they’d been found out and people would notice when she wasn’t at his side anymore?

“Yes?” she heard Tom answer, tentatively.

Jo finally looked to her left and saw a man in his early thirties maybe, already holding a smartphone in his hand. He looked a little nervous.

“I’m sorry to bother you, Mr Hiddleston. My name’s Daniel, maybe you’ve heard of the charity ‘Tom’s Trust’?” Jo saw Tom nodding as the man continued, “We’d be so happy and gracious, if you could maybe take a picture for that? Just a quick one, forming a ‘T’, helping us raise awareness. It’s totally fine, if you’re not up to it right now, I know you’re on your time off. I just couldn’t let this opportunity go to waste.” He was rambling, like a lot of people did meeting Tom, Jo could imagine.

When Tom said yes, she could swear poor Daniel was about to have a heart attack. He almost looked like Sam, when he found Tom and Jo standing in front of their house not long ago.

They took a quick picture, followed by a lot of hand shaking, and a warm smile for Jo, probably thanking her for letting Daniel interrupt ‘their’ evening.

“Thank you so much for doing this, and letting me post this. And for letting me ask while you two obviously are enjoying a nice meal and time together.”

“You’re very welcome, Daniel. And about dinner… Could you maybe wait posting that picture until tomorrow? We,” Tom pointed to Jo and then back at himself, “would really love to leave this place unseen.” He was smiling, but Jo could tell Tom was getting a little anxious, probably torn between pleasing Daniel and the good cause, and giving Jo and himself more private time.

“No problem at all, I understand,” Daniel winked, before shaking first Tom’s then Jo’s hand once more, and leaving their table, not without a glance back.

Tom smiled at Jo, blushing a little. “Sorry for that.”

“No need to apologise. Do you think, he’ll tell?”

He sobered for a moment, looking hesitantly at Jo. “Would that be bad? I mean, I don’t think he will, he’s all about the charity, not gossip I believe. But I can’t tell. Would it… are you uncomfortable?”

To her own surprise, Jo was honest when she answered, “I don’t think so. I guess, what happens, happens.” Did she really mean this? They were not getting serious. They couldn’t, Jo repeated in her head. Suddenly, this whole evening turned in a totally different direction than she’d expected. The sparkle in Tom’s eyes and his slight chuckle made Jo’s stomach churn. And herself feel guilty.

“Wow, I can’t say that I expected that,” he said and smiled at the brunette. “Can’t say I’m sad about this, either.”

“Tom, we can’t –,” She had to turn this around. Jo had said way too much, way too soon. Oh fuck, it wasn’t even too soon, she shouldn’t have said it at all. Ever. “We’re just –“.

“We’re just dating, I know,” the actor interrupted her. “This still means a lot to me. I know it’s not exactly…easy, this being with me. It doesn’t even matter, if you’re my friend, my date or anything else in between and beyond. If we’re spotted together, you’re in the papers. There was a reason why I wanted the date to be here. I didn’t think anyone would care,” Tom said. He averted his eyes for a moment. “I’ve been in these situations quite a lot. And I’ll continue to be.”

“Well, I’ll just have to make sure to look my best at all times, then. Wouldn’t want to be caught with holes in my trousers.” Tom looked up at hearing the teasing tone in Jo’s voice, and she grinned. “Can’t have my mother calling me, telling me to buy new clothes.”

“You’re just… you’re okay with that?” he asked, almost incredulously.

“Well. If getting to know you and spending time with you comes with that. We don’t have to go to premieres or fan-favourite places, but I’m quite content sitting in restaurants like these.” She wasn’t even lying. And it weren’t just restaurants like these, either, where she was happy with Tom. The grin on his face told Jo he felt the same.

He shook his head a little, and let out a small laugh. “So, we can sit here a little longer, if you want. I definitely want to try that chocolate fondant later on.”

Jo could only nod and agree. The dessert did sound incredible after all.

They were home at Tom’s place, and the actor had to physically and mentally restrain himself from pouncing at Jo. It’d be a strange thing to do after such a romantic dinner. Right? He had convinced Jo – though, he wasn’t sure how much conviction she really needed – that it was easier to drive to his place. A drive, shorter by twenty minutes after all. And Jo did complain about his stupid idea to pick her up before. Plus, he lived alone and they didn’t have to go on a sofa bed to, well, talk.

Maybe do a little more than talking, because, damn, she looked incredible, and Tom had had to stop himself from touching her – inappropriately, because he couldn’t keep is hands ALL to himself – the whole evening. She was sporting her typical loose bun, light make-up, and she was wearing a black jumpsuit, that hugged her in all the right places and had a low neckline. Plus, she was definitely giving him flirty looks all through dinner and dessert.

Now, they were sitting on his couch in front of the fire place, where they’d be sitting when she was there the last time, before he had to leave, and what continued to be a heated make-out session. But for now, they were talking.

“You know, what I hate about newspapers?” Jo asked, curled up on the couch, her head on Tom’s shoulder one arm slung over his stomach while his hand trailed little lines over her arm. It was a position they found themselves in routinely.

His eyebrows shot up. That was quite a random question. “Well, now I’m curious. What do you, a journalist, hate about newspapers? And do you want to have the list I made about this?”

“You have a list?” she asked, turning her had to grin at him. She stuck her tongue out at him when he rolled his eyes and poked her side. “I hate it when they can’t get names right. Yesterday, I saw an article, and they got a complicated name wrong. I mean, why? We have people, who do research. You just have to check the names, that’s one of the most important parts. If you put someone in the newspaper, you have to at least make sure, they’re written correctly.”

“Wow, you do get heated about this, don’t you?”

“Well, typos can always happen. They happen to me a lot, especially whenever I have to be fast. But you should at least get the names right.”

“I can’t even tell you how many different versions of my last name are out there. I feel like the ‘e’ was in every place imaginable in that name,” Tom chuckled and held her a little tighter. “When you ever write a review about a play I’m in, can you make sure you spell my name right?” he laughed. He felt Jo stiffen. “What is it?”

She didn’t look at him anymore, but on the floor instead. “Tom, I –“

“Oh, I know,” he interrupted. “It’d be a conflict of interest, right? No review from you for me, then.”

“I,” she chuckled, but it didn’t quite sound right. “Yes. No reviews from me for you,” Jo finally said and turned to him. There was something in her eyes, Tom couldn’t place. So, he settled for pouting, which made Jo roll her eyes at him. “You’ll live.”

“But we could totally mix work with pleasure.” His voice went lower in the end. “Though, we can have pleasure without work as well.” He wiggled his eyebrows, making Jo laugh. God, he loved her laugh.

“Don’t ruin the mood, Hiddleston.”

“There was a mood?” Jo just raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I guess there was a mood then,” Tom whispered before leaning closer, his lips grazing hers lightly.

She moaned into him, opening her mouth readily, inviting Tom in. He groaned, pressing himself to her, and cupping her cheek with one hand. The other one went to Jo’s waist, holding her in place, even moving her a little closer.

Jo got on her knees and went to straddle Tom, sighing when his second hand went from her cheek to join her waist, steadying her. Jo’s hands moved to Tom’s pecks, still defined from his gym work for playing Loki.

She moved her hips, connecting her lower area with Tom’s groin. He felt electric shocks moving through his body, making him shiver. They made out like this before, always stopping before things went too far – either because Jo was on her period or they had to get up early the next morning and she had to make the way back to her flat, or because her roommates were somewhere in the flat and could hear them. Bur right now, they were alone, Tom had her all to himself, and she hadn’t made a comment about going home, yet.

He’d waited for this, he got bolt and made his move, lifting his pelvis up and pressing against her. They both couldn’t stifle their moans when they felt the friction. “God, Jo,” Tom sighed. “We,” he swallowed, before continuing, “Are we doing this?” He was panting. Hard. Almost embarrassingly so. He didn’t even wait for Jo’s answer, he just pressed his lips against hers again, his left hand sneaking up her side, cupping the edge of her right breast.

Jo sighed in his mouth, the feel of his hand on her breast almost too much. Her hands found their way to the lower parts of his body as well, trailing down along his stomach until her left hand reached his crotch. Tom’s groan was silenced by her lips and it took Jo a while to realise he asked her a question. Oh fuck, were they going to do this? Exactly this?

Before Jo’s brain registered her own words, they were already out. “Yes, Tom. Yes, we’re doing this.”

It was all Tom needed to hear. Goodness, he’d longed for this, probably since the first time they’d kissed. Maybe even since the first time they’d danced. Or maybe since the first time he’d heard Jo laugh. With a grin on his face, he cupped Jo’s butt, getting up from the couch and lifting Jo at the same time. With a little squeal she wrapped her legs around his waist, as her arms went around Tom’s neck to steady herself.

“I’m going to take you to bed then,” he said, maybe a little too breathless to appear calm. He didn’t care one bit, feeling Jo’s body pressed against him when her lips found the part between his shoulder and neck, licking the spot. His breath hitched and with a little growl he held Jo tighter and began moving towards the stairs and his room.

*M*

“Tooooooom,” Jo moaned. Loudly. It wasn’t the first time these past ten minutes since they’d arrived in Tom’s bedroom, that she made a most unladylike noise. But she couldn’t help herself. Tom’s hands were everywhere at once, her breasts, her thighs, her sides, occasionally cupping her cheek or lifting her ass. His lips followed those same paths, the only part he hadn’t touched with either his hands or his lips was the part where she desired his touch the most.

He got close to her core a few times, but always stopped short. She didn’t know, if he did it on purpose or not, but at this moment, she didn’t even care. She almost whined when his hands left their path again and instead lightly brushed the insides of her knees. So she pressed her legs that were wound around his hips a little tighter and was delighted when his breath hitched. They were both panting heavily at this point, the only barrier between them Jo’s black panties and Tom’s blue boxer shorts that were tight around his groin.

“Tom, I swear to God –“.

“What, darling,” he murmured, his lips lightly sucking at Jo’s exposed neck, while his hands moved down her legs to her calves.

“Touch. Me.”

He chuckled. “I am touching you I believe.”

“Touch me higher, then.”

“Where?” he whispered.

Instead of giving a verbal answer straight away, Jo bucked her hips, squeezing tighter. “There,” she breathed.

She saw Tom swallow as he finally, finally moved his hands and touched the little bundle of nerves with his index finger, shifting his body on top of Jo to get better access.

Jo sighed, deeply. “Tom.”

“Jo. God, you’re wet, Jo,” her murmured. He began stroking her, Jo’s hips meeting Tom’s hand eagerly. “I need to remove this,” he whispered, tugging at her slip, before ripping it away unceremoniously. “I’ll buy you new ones,” Tom snickered when he heard Jo protesting. She forgot complaining anyway, as soon as his experienced fingers found her again, this time entering her.

“Fuck, Tom.”

“Soon, love.”

“Smartass.”

“If you can still talk during this, I’m definitely doing something wrong.” He’d just said it and soon after Jo felt a second finger joining the first one inside of her.

She let out a long moan, and moved her hips against his hand. She could feel her insides tighten as her hands held on to Tom’s shoulders as he moved above her, his left arm holding on to her hips, trying to keep them in place. There was a layer of sweat starting to cover Jo’s body and she bit her lip as she stifled a moan.

“Don’t try to keep quiet,” Tom whispered in Jo’s ear. He felt her shivering, her nails digging into his shoulder, and heard her swearing. “Let go,” he said.

It was the last bit of encouragement Jo needed. Heat exploded inside her, her body quivered, and her mind went blank for the first time that evening. The only thing Jo registered was Tom’s hot breath in her ear, as he whispered things, she didn’t understand, heat pooling in her core, her hips bucking against Tom’s hands.

As she came down, panting, she felt Tom’s erection pressing against her, reminding her this night wasn’t over, yet. She moved her hands down, still not opening her eyes, and pushed Tom’s pants over his ass and down his legs. Taking his penis in her hand, she squeezed lightly, chuckling as it was Tom’s turn to moan and beg. He was hard, and Jo felt a shiver going through Tom’s body.

With one hand he reached to the side, opening a drawer. Jo supposed he was fetching a condom. They moved against each other, his tip lightly touching her vagina, making both of them sigh in pleasure.

Then it hit her. She was about to sleep with Tom. Something she swore she wouldn’t do. He’d already made her orgasm once, leaving her a quivering mess, but there was no turning back, if they actually slept together.

She had to tell him, didn’t she? “Tom,” she sighed, not really sure what she was about to say. “Tom, I –“. Oh God. Shit, this was the worst moment to tell him. Did it really matter? She opened her eyes when she felt Tom adjusting himself against her, as he’d already put on the protection.

“There you are,” he smiled, his pupils delated, eyes almost black with want.

She had to tell him. “Tom, I can’t. I need –“.

“What do you need? Do you want to stop?” He was panting, looking at her with worry.

Jo wasn’t sure anymore. About anything. “I don’t know,” she whined, but met his hips with a thrust of her own.

“Fuck, Jo. You can’t do that to me then. It’s alright, love, but I need you to stop moving or I won’t be able to stop here.” His voice was thick, more like a low rumble, and he was breathing hard. Tom was propped up on his arms, almost cradling Jo’s head. A layer of sweat was building on his forehead, his hair was rumpled and he looked like he was about to burst. Jo was sure she’d never seen something sexier. “Josefine,” he whispered then, smiling and pushing a strand of hair from her cheek with his index finger.

It was Jo’s undoing. “Do it, please. Fuck me.”

As he entered her, time stood still and moved fast forward at the same time. Jo didn’t know her name, she didn’t know what to feel, except Tom’s manhood inside her, touching all the right places.

They moved together, no awkward fumbling, as if they were meant to do this from the beginning. Jo felt herself getting close to another orgasm again, Tom pulsing inside of her. She felt him shaking, his finger finding her clit again in a desperate attempt to make her come before him.

Her breath caught in her throat at the same time she felt Tom stutter. Her walls clenched around him as they both came with a moan. There were whispered words, none of them really understood, hips grinding, hands touching and tearing, and lips and teeth teasing each other. Their names were on each other’s lips, quiet sighs between the sheets.

As they both stopped shaking, Tom pulled out, and – after ridding himself off the condom and tying it – pulling the blanket over the two of them, lay behind Jo, enveloping her in his arms.

*M*

Jo sighed. They didn’t need to talk, there wasn’t anything to say, really. She just knew she was in trouble, but was way too tired and content to do anything about it. So, she just closed her eyes and wiggled closer to Tom.

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