Thomas Julian Kemp (asterismos) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-06-07 23:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | lena rainmayr, thomas kemp |
WHO: Thomas and Lena
WHAT: Thomas' last day of work at Hell School
WHEN: Friday afternoon
WHERE: Lena's place
WARNINGS:
Thomas had actually started to believe the day would never come, but mercifully, it had. He had finished his final day at the school he hated, and he was moving on. Next year he would be studying part time as well as working at a different school which was run by his dear friend.
It was a damn good feeling.
Before returning home, Thomas went to visit his girlfriend Lena. He had been so busy he hadn't seen her much at all in the past week. Especially since she didn't feel comfortable leaving her apartment, not that he could blame her. Being tortured by Lucifer would do that to a person.
When he was admitted to her place, Lena squealed and ran over to plant kisses all over his face. "Yay, you're here!" she said as he laughed at her affections.
"I am here! I finished up at my job today and I never have to go back!"
"Hurrah! Celebratory blow jobs?" Lena suggested. On the other side of the living room, Lena's brother Florian snorted and then stood and left the room.
Thomas watched Florian go for a moment before turning back to Lena to say, "heh...how about celebratory gentle hugs?" His girlfriend had only gotten out of the hospital recently, and he was terrified he would hurt her more than she already was. And indeed he was gentle when he pulled her in for an embrace. "How are you feeling?"
"Less sick finally," she said over his shoulder. "And fucking glad to see you." She pulled back and grinned at him. "The stitches on my back itch. They couldn't give me dissolvable ones and they can't take them out for a few more days and it's driving me mental."
Having been a father for nearly two decades, Thomas had some tricks up his sleeves. "I might be able to help with that if you'd like. Pawpaw ointment is amazing and I have some with me." He chuckled as Lena grabbed his hand immediately and pulled him into her room. Once she sat on the bed, she pulled her shirt over her head and discarded it. Her injuries made it too painful to even bother with a bra so there was none to remove.
"They still hurt though," she informed him. "Really bad."
He hated hearing that she was still in pain, but it let him know to be extra careful. "I'll be gentle." Willing himself not to be distracted by her breasts, he sat down behind her and located the ointment in his bag. Lena's back was a mess of healing and jagged whip marks which had been stitched up as carefully as possible. It was difficult to find much skin which hadn't been split by the whip, and it was no wonder the stitches itched so much.
With immense care, Thomas started to dab ointment onto the wounds. "Let me know if I hurt you," he made sure to say before continuing in silence. When he had finished, several minutes later, he leaned forward and planted a kiss on her shoulder. "All done."
"I hardly felt that." Lena stood and turned so she could sit down again, facing him. "You were really gentle.
"I'm a licensed booboo fixer," Thomas said with a grin. "Or that's what I used to tell Jamie so he wasn't terrified when I tried to help him when he got hurt."
"Seriously, I keep thinking you can't get any cuter..." Lena leaned in and kissed him deeply. "And I'm proud of you for finishing the school year, by the way. I'm happier you're out of there though."
"So am I," Thomas admitted with a sigh.
"Right, I think there's an important event you have to tell me all about. Jamie's mother coming back and the yelling. But I was thinking, first, there could be a lot of kissing and maybe a bit of dry humping?"
Thomas hid behind his hand and laughed so loudly it echoed off the walls. "You know how to cheer up a potentially depressing conversation, don't you?"
"You're a licensed booboo fixer, I can do this," she grinned. "Then if you'd like to bring me home with you, I could be brave enough to venture out as a trial run. If I get through it I'll go visit Kat tomorrow." Lena traced her hands down his neck to his collarbones, sending a shiver down his spine. They hadn't been able to sleep together since before she had been taken captive and he missed it. "I think I'll be okay if I'm on top. Not...of Kat. I mean on top of you."
Thomas laughed again. "I had worked that out. And only if you're sure. I'd love to bring you home with me though. We can have celebratory dinner with Jamie."
Lena grinned widely. "It sounds perfect, Thomas. I love you." And Thomas had to admit it really did sound perfect.