Dan found himself not wanting to move either. It had little to do with how good it still felt to be inside of Tatum, but that was definitely part of it. There was this strong sense of coming home, finally being in safe familiar territory, but at the same it was edged with a bitterness that he didn’t know how to get rid of. He’d missed this so much, and Tatum had taken it from him. Taken herself out of his life for long enough that he’d thought she would never come back. How did he get over that? Because Dan wanted to in that moment, he truly did. He wanted to just welcome Tatum back with open arms and pick up where they left off. Or at least jump right into rebuilding. It didn’t feel that simple, though. Dan stayed where he was for a few long moments, brushing his nose and lips softly against Tatum’s while they caught their breath. He didn’t know what was safe to say, so he didn’t try yet.
Tatum wanted it to be that simple. She wanted everything to be forgiven and forgotten and for them to be married again and happy. Obviously she knew it wouldn't happen that way but no one could blame her for wanting it to be easy. It was difficult for her to right her wrongs because most of the time, she had no idea how to do it. Sex was one way, of course, but Tatum knew this would take much more than that. Her hands moved over his skin as they kissed and she took it as a good sign that he hadn't immediately pulled away from her. If she spoke, would that break the spell? Would he get angry again? Sad? Tatum pressed another kiss to his lips before she opened her eyes to peer up at him. "Can we just... pause everything for tonight... I just want to be with you like this." They could talk and fight and all that stuff tomorrow. She just desperately wanted Dan to be with her and hold her, without all the bitterness.
Maybe it made him weak willed, but Dan wanted that too. Was he falling right back into old patterns where he couldn’t say no to Tatum? Or was he just so fucking tired of being angry and upset? He deserved some comfort too, didn’t he? Whether Tatum was the right source or not, Dan yearned for all of that softness they used to have for one another too. Losing it had seemed to drain so much out of his life. He gazed down at her for a quiet moment, then nodded slowly. “Truce,” he murmured softly, one corner of his mouth quirking up slightly. He couldn’t control his feelings coming and going, but Dan thought he could keep his mouth shut about it. For the moment he was mostly feeling content and warm, and he wished they were in bed so they could just spoon and sleep now. Why hadn’t he taken her to the bedroom again? The reasoning seemed flimsy now. Dan pressed another gentle kiss against Tatum’s lips. “I missed you so goddamn much,” he whispered.
In Tatum's mind, she was the right source for everything Dan needed. She'd always been in that role, at least since they got together in high school. Somehow being gone for three years didn't change that in her mind at all. When he agreed to a truce, Tatum exhaled slowly and smiled. Her leg slid down his side and her toes pressed to the back of his calf. "I missed you too," she murmured, wishing they didn't have to move from the couch, even though she wanted to be curled up beside him in their bed. Even with his cock softening inside of her, Tatum loved the feeling of his body connected with hers. It was like she was closing the door on the past three years and locking it tight. If she started telling him all of the reasons why she'd missed him, if she started describing the dreams she'd had about him... well, Tatum was afraid he might get upset again, or think she was talking out of her ass. Maybe later she would tell him everything, when things felt more solid between them. "Want to go to bed?" she asked, nuzzling her nose to his again.