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Those lasted a year? Close to it.
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This was on my dash. One day Tommy you will no longer be.. Sullen.
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Wouldn’t Pops be proud! Maybe they’ll get together as Ishmael and Captain Ahab and redo the cover for Moby Dick.
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Tommy cocks his brow at you. “My turn is it?” He scrunches his face playfully then lays down at your command. He pulls your mouth to his for one more kiss. You snake your tongue deep inside before positioning yourself so that your body lines up perfectly beside his.
You trace over Tommy’s bottom lip with the very tip of your index finger. Then down across his chin and ever so slightly over his throat to the dip where his collar bones meet. You make the way down along Tommy’s stomach and around the indentations of his abs. Leaning over just to flick at his nipple using only the tip of your tongue. Blowing lightly over the trail of saliva your tongue leaves, you finally lay all of your weight on top of him.
Tommy glides his hand down your back palm open, hardly a touch on your skin, over your backside. He lightly traces over your curves and along the spine on the way back up. “Oh..” he lets out a soft groan as your tongue grazes his stomach. He can’t help but run his hands through your hair, tangling them in just so.
You smile against Tommy’s skin on your way further down. Hands mimicking the same pressure he’s applying on your back. However yours are on his waist. You keep at it until you can lick at the tip of his hard-on, grabbing his thighs. You continue to only use the very end of your tongue to make a slow circle around the tip just before continuing at the base of his shaft. Your tongue works slowly, lightly back up to the head. You repeat this alternating on all sides of Tommy‘s member, your nails digging in to his thigh.
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Disclaimer: Inspired by a night with my old RP partner
He growls teasingly as you run up the stairs ahead of him. He reaches out to grab your ankle which causes you to stop dead in your tracks.
You look down just as he lifts your foot enough to remove your heel and leaves it on the step. He plants a soft kiss on your ankle, matching his gesture with the other one as well. You make a tsk tsk noise and yank your foot back to run to your bathroom. He continues to chase you, growling and mischieviously swat at you. Until you scream in delight and shut the bathroom door in his face.
Once inside you start to brush the garlic and lobster taste out of your mouth. Tommy knocks on the door. “C’mon baby,” he says in a sing-songy sort of way. “Here kitty, kitty, kitty.” Tommy teases from the other side. “What are you doing in there? Don’t make me break this door down! I’m horny!” you can hear the laughter in his voice as he feigns whining.
You open the door, toothbrush hanging from your mouth. “Fish taste is so gross when you make out.” Toothpaste foams at the corner of your mouth. You might be in a pretty dress, but in the comfort of your home decorum is out. If Tommy Conlon is gonna see you all kinds of pregnant, AND be your husband? The two of you might as well get used to one another’s quirks.
Tommy bends to kiss the toothpaste from your lips. He licks seductively at it, lifting you off the bathroom floor and over to the sink. “Spit,” he instructs with just a hint of command in his voice as you do as you’re told.
“All this time I thought you expected me to swallow.” Your turn to tease as you reach to wipe your mouth and put your toothbrush down. You turn to deftly unbutton his dress shirt, bending to kiss the exposed spots of skin below the surface as you push it over those muscular shoulders.
His fingers trace gently over your arms and shoulders. He growls caught somewhere between content and turned on when he feels the heat of your lips on his chest. One hand gets tangled up in your hair as he pulls your head back. He clips your chin with a thumb before brushing your lips with it.
“I don’t expect you to do anything but love me, Babe.” He molds his mouth to yours, separating your lips with his tongue. Your tongues dance wildly as you tear at the tank top that keeps his chest from being completely bare. Laughing lightly at your fumbling fingers, Tommy steps back and pulls the fabric over his head. Cupping your face in both hands he pushes his tongue deep inside your mouth. You suck on it before biting at it softly.
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It’s become almost routine to spend your big dinner dates at your favorite seafood restaurant. The repetition is a sort of comfort to the pair of you. He watches while you pull apart your lobster tail. Laughing heartily as you squeal a Huzzah! and suck down the sweet meat.
Tonight is Valentine’s Day. It’s been just eight weeks in to this relationship. Something that wasn’t meant to last more than a passionate night of sex after meeting at a bar turned in to two days lying in bed together. Then a week, and he moved in. You fight. You fuck. You share a dog. Two months go by, and you blindsided by his love.
You gaze up, mouth full and almost startled, over your glass of wine. He looks so handsome in the tailored suit only meant to be on lone from his older brother Brendan. You dab almost delicately at your lips before placing the napkin on the table. He’s clearing his throat before placing his large, bruised hand somewhere between his side and yours. You bite your acrylic nail lightly to hide a smirk that plays across your lips as a flush of pink climbs over his cheeks.
This is the same man who kneeled over his opponent, raining a multitude of punches on to his already bleeding body until the bell rang just the night before. Tommy Conlon in the cage is an untamed beast. Prison and therapy had reformed and strengthened the relationship with his fractured family. His anger and rage channeled and aimed towards those brave enough to enter the cage with him in this resurrected career.
With you- on dates or lounging in the bed you share or even tangled together on the couch- he is thoughtful. Definitely one of the most intelligent men you’ve been with. It’s a quiet intelligence that walks alongside his determination. Tommy is a romantic. Even a little poetic with the way he treats you. The things he says at night when the lights are off and you are tight in his arms? So he can be a little obstinate, sometimes even a bit.. Archaic. He is brave, and kind. There is no one who loves you more, nor will there ever be.
You intertwine your fingers with his and find it difficult to reconcile the violence of who Tommy is in the cage with the tenderness of the Tommy you make love to every night. Now he takes a sip of your wine and scrunches his nose at the bitter taste. He clears his throat and raises your hand with his. Under his palm is a beautiful Clauddaugh ring with a diamond in place of the crown. You gasp, hand covering your mouth, as you hold out your left hand for the ring to be slipped on to your finger.
“This,” he says as he adjusts it perfectly, “Is a replica of my mom’s ring. Babe, I know we did things a little backwards,” his eyes run over the breasts you didn’t even bother hiding in this scoopneck sweater. They travel down to the tiny swell in your stomach. “I wasn’t expecting to be this excited over being a dad. You know what kind of family I come from. I’m still trying to work things out with Pop. I never wanted to run the risk of fucking up my kid the way he did us.”
Leave it up to Tommy to use the word fuck endearingly. You giggle, flushed and warm. He continues, “It all happened so quick, ya know? I mean, this whole time we’ve been together you were..” he gestures to you. “So, I’m just saying. Make an honest man outta me? Marry me?”
Like he has to ask as you are already holding your hand up to admire the ring. Tears form in your eyes as you pull your chair around the table to meet him. “Yes, Tommy!” You kiss every inch of his face before your lips mesh with his.
He smiles in to you, breathing a sigh of relief in to your mouth before your tongues touch quickly. Breaking the kiss you rests his forehead to yours. “Time to go home.” He throws a sufficient amount of cash on the table, grabs your hand and the two of you head home.
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