notsincere (notsincere) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-04-02 16:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, cinderella's prince, rosemarie hathaway |
Who: Tom and Rose
When: Saturday March 28
Where: Tom’s place
What: Tom had Dreams.
Rating/Warnings: High. There be sexxins in here between consenting adults.
Status: Complete
It was supposed to be a beautiful Saturday morning spent in Tom’s bed, but the moment Rose rolled over she realized that the other side of the bed was empty. She was sure there was a good reason for it, but she was slightly worried at the same time. However, the turn of her neck brought back the painful reminder that she had dreamt last night. There was a brand new tattoo on the back of her neck from the dreams and she sighed as she rolled back over to find herself a hair tie and put her hair up in a messy bun. The first time she had gotten tattoos from the dream they had scared her, but she knew this one was happening when she dreamt of it. For now she just needed to take care of it since it was almost like a fresh tattoo.
The dreams had been confusing and she felt almost as in a bit of a dream state still as she rolled out of bed. She wandered the room for a moment gathering her shorts and tank top, which she put on, and then padded out into hallway. Her voice carried out as she spoke, “Tom? Are you here?” They had been out late last night and stayed up late before finally falling asleep and she was pretty sure that he was still supposed to be around this morning.
Tom was out on the patio. He’d woken early from a dream and was shivering and emotional. It’d shaken him in a way that he really didn’t want to be shaken. So he headed out onto the patio. The condo was facing the seaside, and there was no one on the beach so early in the morning. He was clad only in his boxer-briefs as he leaned against the railing, staring out at the sea.
He heard her call for him, and turned to glance back inside. His heart was thundering. He was finding out what kind of a man the Prince was in his Dreams. Not the kind he wanted to be. “I’m here.”
When his voice called out to her she turned in that direction and padded her barefeet along the floor as she went out to the patio. She couldn’t help but grin at the fact that he was just in his underwear and she walked over to him, running her hand along his arm, “Good morning. Your neighbors are certainly getting a good view this morning.” She placed a gentle kiss to his shoulder before moving to stand beside him. She turned around so her back was leaning against the railing as she looked up at him and studied his somber expression, “What’s wrong?”
“Meh,” Tom replied. He didn’t really care if they saw him naked. He turned to look at her, remembering in that moment all the things that he loved about her. In that moment all he wanted was to love her, and to forget about the Dreams. The Dreams where he was a pretty horrible guy. Cheating on his wife and … he didn’t want to think about it.
“Just some Bad Dreams.” He responded, turning to look back out over the sea. It was early morning, and the sun was rising behind them, casting long shadows along the sand toward the water.
It had to be an incredibly bad dream because he was acting so somber and not at all like he usually did. It wasn’t often that she saw him in a bad mood and she reached up to place a hand over his, “Must be something in the water because I had some of those as well. Tell me about yours.” She knew that talking about it usually helped because keeping things bottled up wasn’t a good idea at all. If he wouldn’t talk about them then she would discuss hers first and then make him open up.
When she mentioned that she’d had bad dreams, he turned to look at her, instantly concerned. Because as far as he knew, her Dreams were hell compared to his. “Are you all right?” He asked, turning to wrap an arm around her. His own silly problems could wait.
With a small smile she gave him a nod, “Yeah, I’m okay. All hell broke loose and we had to fight a ton of Strigoi that invaded the campus of the school. Dream boyfriend never made it back and was confirmed that he was turned into one of them. I got a nifty new tattoo that decided to appear here in real life and then I decided to quit school and go find him so I could kill him myself.” It was definitely an intense dream, but Rose could understand what her dream counterpart was up to. At least the ghosts were starting to lessen now that she had figured out what the one’s warning was about.
“…You got a tattoo?” Tom asked, his arm wrapped down and around her. He was trying not to grin. Of course the only part of that explanation that stuck with him was the tattoo bit. Tattoos were hot. As if Rose could get any hotter. “...can I see it?”
“Oh my god, that’s all you got out of that whole explanation?” Rose chastised him as she raised an eyebrow in his direction. Oh Tom. She was going to smack you upside the head if you didn’t start listening properly. But instead she decided to roll her eyes at him and then turned around in his arms so he could see the back of her neck while her hair was still in the ponytail, “The two x like ones showed up a while ago. I’m surprised you didn’t notice them. And if dream me goes back to school then I should get one more.”
Tom chuckled softly. “Sorry.” He said, his arm tightening around her. He moved to bury his face into her neck, a little surprised he hadn’t figured out where this tattoo was already. Didn’t he worship her body enough? But then she turned in his arms and he pulled back enough to see the tattoo there.
She said just what he was thinking. Tom laughed. “I’m surprised, too. Apparently, I’m not worshipping you properly.” He said, lifting his hand to rub his thumb gently over the black mark. “I think it’s awesome. More is good, too. Tattoos are hot.”
“They might be hot, but just having them show up really isn’t that cool. I mean, they didn’t hurt at all, but I certainly wouldn’t get them,” Rose mentioned as she closed her eyes enjoying the feel of his thumb on her skin. She turned back around in his arms and looped her arms around his neck, “But seriously. You look far more upset about your dreams than mine. So spill, what’s going on.” Her fingers trailed lightly along the back of his neck and she hoped that he would answer her and explain what was going on.
He didn’t want to have to admit it. Not to Rose. Not when she was so close like this, and all he wanted was to forget about those stupid Dreams. “I’m more concerned about you,” Tom said. Argued, really. “Come sit. I’m sorry I didn’t listen better, but the tattoo thing threw me.”
He was avoiding. Her eyes narrowed slightly at his comment and shook her head. He wasn’t going to get away with this and she was going to press the issue, “You don’t have to be concerned about me. I’m far more concerned about you because you look so upset. Tell me, Tom. I promise that I will listen far better than you just did.” The last part came with a smile in order to assure him that she was teasing.
Tom sighed. He leaned in and planted a kiss against her cheek, lingering there for a moment. His nose pressed into her sideburn. Then he pulled back and out of her arms, and turned to head into the house. “This conversation needs coffee.” He said, reaching one hand back behind him to her.
When that hand was reached out to her she quickly took it and pushed herself away from the railing. She followed him inside and lightly squeezed his hand to let him know she was still behind him. This didn’t bode well, but getting this conversation out into the open was probably the best idea. Once they made it into the kitchen she went to grab mugs as the coffee got started.
Tom moved to the machine and did the thing with the coffee grounds and the keurig insert. He didn't like the idea that those individual cups were filling up landfills, or whatever, and the grounds he could turn into compost. He had one of those indoor composters. Yes, Tom was that guy.
Once the machine was up and ready, with the first mug in place, he hit the button then breathed in deep. "I'm not a good guy in my Dreams, Rose."
“That’s fine, Tom. You do understand that the dreams don’t define you in this world. I don’t think you’re that bad of a guy because I can’t see you killing anyone in your dreams,” if anyone knew about killing people in dreams then it was Rose. His dreams didn’t seem like the kind of place where anyone murdered anyone and that was a very black and white definition for good and bad.
"There are other ways to hurt people." Tom said, softly, eyes on the coffee slowly filling up the mug. "I'm not a violent man, here or there, but I... I find a way to make people love me. And I love them, too. ...then I love someone else. And another someone else." He was never like that in this world because up until Rose he'd never been monogamous before. Now he had no idea what to do.
“Oh….” she drew that comment out as she realized what he was talking about. Apparently a happily ever after wasn’t in the cards for his Dream self. Monogamy was something that took hard work to achieve and she knew that it wasn’t normal for Tom. She let out a soft sigh as she approached him before reaching over and gently stroked his back, “Are you worried about becoming like him?”
"I'm worried about hurting you." Tom said. He pulled the first coffee mug out from the machine once it was full, and slid it down the counter for her. He didn't turn around to look at her, he felt ashamed of the him from his Dreams. Just talking about it made him feel guilty.
"He's not a bad man, he just doesn't know how to keep promises. Or what they mean." He added, putting the next mug into place.
“Tom, you’re not him. I know you’re not him. You are more than capable of keeping promises and you truly understand and respect promises. You have done nothing that would ever indicate that you could be like him. And you won’t hurt me,” Rose explained to him as she took the mug in her free hand. She blew gently on it, took a sip, and then set it down as she continued to rub his back.
"This isn't natural for me. This isn't something I've ever done before," Tom said with a sigh. The second cup was filling now, and he finally turned to look at her. "I'm in constant terror that I'm going to mess it up, and then my Dream Alter Ego decides to bed every woman in the kingdom?" He lifted his hands to run them through his hair, and wished he'd thought to grab his glasses from the bedside table. "It's a mess. I don't--I could never do that to you. But what if I do? What if I... I don't know. Forget? Or get drunk and make stupid choices?"
“I know. I know how scared you are, Tom, but I am right here with you. Every single step of the way. You’re not going to mess it up and you know that if you did that I could easily break your arm,” she was feeling for him so much right now. It hurt her heart to think that he was this terrified about being in a relationship with her, but they would make it through this, “Like I said, you are not your Dream self. Just because he does something bad doesn’t mean it’s going to suddenly bleed into your personality.”
“Tom, do you want to be with anyone else? Answer me honestly.”
Hopefully it meant a lot to know that he was so scared. He truly cared about her--he loved her--if he didn't he wouldn't have been so scared to lose her. Hopefully that counted for something? That made her feel good inside?
Tom turned to look at her, down into her brown eyes. He wasn't laughing at the arm breaking comment (although it was true) he was searching deep in himself to get the proper, honest answer to her question. He didn't want to get this wrong.
"No." He said, shaking his head barely from side to side. "I don't. Not right now."
When he answered her she stepped forward and placed her hands on either side of his face. She stared back into his blue eyes, “I love you and I am putting my full trust in you. I am giving you my heart and I’m hoping you won’t break it. The fact that you don’t want anyone else but me is good. That means there is nothing out there that could tempt you into doing something to hurt me. Our love is a constant and I know that it is something that you think about and if it doesn’t leave your thoughts then you’ll remember it even if you got into a situation. And then I would hope that you would remember this conversation and get out of it.”
It was easy to say things like that and hope that it stuck, but she wasn’t sure how it would go with Tom. This was his first time truly being in love and trying to make sure he stayed true to one girl. She didn’t like the idea of him cheating on her, but if it happened then they would be having a very long conversation. She pressed her lips to his forehead and released his face.
Tom nodded. This was going to be on his mind near constantly over the next... however long. Possibly forever. He didn't want to be a bad guy, didn't want to hurt her. It felt like just having this conversation was hurting her. And he didn't like that.
She released his face, and he stepped closer. His arms wrapped around her. He hugged her close, turning to press his face into her neck. "I love you," he breathed out against her skin. "Always."
Man of few words, Tom.
It wasn’t hurting her. It was just making her sad that he felt his way. She wanted to make him happy, constantly, and it was hard if he was so scared. If she could do away with his Dream self then she would and replace it with someone that was more happily-ever-after and he could see what love was truly like. And even if they didn’t end up spending the rest of their lives together she was going to enjoy every single moment with him.
His declaration made her smile as she leaned forward to kiss him properly, “You write your own history, Tom. And right now, you are my wonderful Prince and I don’t want to be with anyone else.”
Tom moved both hands from around her body and lifted them to her face. “Well, that’s good. Because if you did, I’d be broken.” He said, running his thumb gently back and forth across her cheek. He leaned in to kiss her lips, gently. Softly. Tenderly.
“I think you need to take me to bed.” He said, lips brushing against hers. “We should let our coffee grow cold.”
“Why go all the way there when we have a perfectly good counter right here?” she asked in a heated whisper against his lips. She lifted the hem of her tank top up and over her head before pushing herself up onto the counter. Once on the counter she wiggled out of her shorts and reached out to grab his hips and pull him towards her. This was exactly why she loved him. They could have serious conversations and in the blink of the eye want each other so badly they couldn’t think straight.
Tom couldn't help but break into a grin at that. God, she was perfect. Absolutely perfect. He loved her more than anything, wanted her more than anything. He let her pull him in, arms moving to wrap around her, mouth coming to take hold of hers, for hungry kisses. His hands moved over her back and to her backside.
There was nothing more perfect than morning, counter sex with Rose. Nothing.
“I wanted to jump you on the patio, but wasn’t sure if we should give the neighbors a show or not,” Rose admitted to him with a wicked grin as she returned his hungry kisses. She didn’t think there would ever come a time when she wouldn’t want to have sex with Tom. The kiss had to be broken though as she leaned forward and reached down to push his boxer briefs down his hips as far she she could get them, “Please tell me you have a drawer of condoms in your kitchen.” She hadn’t done too much exploring around his place, but it seemed like a Tom thing to do.
Tom chuckled softly. “I would have given them a show.” He said, moving his lips from hers down her jaw and over her neck. “Unnngh…” He gave a groan when she asked about condoms. Then he sighed and pulled back just a little. “They’re in the bathroom. You stay right here?”
“Wasn’t planning on going anywhere else. And we’re making a condom drawer in here, so bring a bunch,” Rose couldn’t help but want to run with that idea. It seemed practical. Actually, it would be practical to leave them all around the house like Easter eggs so they wouldn’t have to do things like this, “Now go before I get bored and decide to go back to sleep or something.”
Tom really didn’t want to go. He didn’t want to leave her side (or her front, as the case may be.) but he knew that they needed protection. He always used protection. Actually, he’d never had sex without a condom before. That was something he’d probably enjoy trying one day. But for now…
With another groan, he pulled himself away from her, then turned and trotted off to the bathroom like a good boy. A minute later and he was trotting back, carrying a box of condoms. “My lady,” he said, offering them to her.
“Thank you,” She grinned as she took one condom out of the box before setting it off to the side. She quickly ripped it open and pulled the condom out with one hand while reaching out to grab his hips and pull him forward with the other. Once he was within reach she rolled the condom onto him and grinned, “Now we can finally do this.”
“Yes, please.” Tom wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in as he stepped up to the plate. His hands came to rest on her backside and he positioned himself between her thighs. Then he was pushing into her, his mouth hungrily seeking hers, moaning at the tight warmth. Every thought of the dream that had woken him and left a sour taste was gone.
Being seated on the counter was quite enjoyable because he seemed to fit just perfectly and she was able to wrap her legs around his hips as he pushed inside of her. She crossed her ankles and gently pushed her heel into his back as she kissed him back. A loud moan escaped her lips as she reached back to steady herself.
Tom didn’t wait for her to steady herself. She could hold onto him if she needed something to grab. He started to move right away, thrusting hard and fast against her, not wasting any time. Hopefully she was as ready for this as he was, because God he was ready. He wanted her. He could keep this up for some time; the thrusting, the moving, the kisses against her skin, the heat between their bodies. Physical love was his favorite kind.
One hand lay flat on the counter behind her as the other looped around his neck and held onto him. He was certainly not wasting any time with her and she was enjoying that fact. Gentle lovemaking really wasn’t she enjoyed all the time, so when he was more than willing to go hard then she would match him. Her nails dug into the base of his neck as she pulled away to rest her forehead against his and let out a moan. “Fuck,” she managed to utter as she rolled her hips against him.
He should have done more to prepare her. He wanted to worship her body properly. Pay attention to those breasts, those hips, those thighs. As it was, though, they were already half-way done. He’d have to save it for later. Maybe tonight. He could take his time, make her writhe in passion and desire for hours before finally letting her release.
Speaking of release, he slipped his hand down between them, to rub at her nub while he thrusted. One hand still firmly on her back, holding her in place. His eyes were closed as he reveled in the pleasure, letting it build within him. He was strong, and his stamina was good. He could keep this up until she was ready to finish. Then they could come together. That was the plan, anyway.
Rose would have chastised him for those thoughts because she wanted him just as badly as he had wanted her. Sometimes you just had to be down and dirty about it and save the long sensual stuff for a later time. She wasn’t intending to go anywhere else today, so she was more than willing to spend the rest of the day wrapped up in him and their desires.
But now she was completely focused on him and how good he was making her feel. The moment his hand found her nub she let out a gasp of pleasure and nipped at his bottom lip. Her heels pushed against the small of his back, trying to help push him deeper inside of her, and she couldn’t help but lower her head so she could bury her face into the crook of his neck. Her teeth grazed against his skin as she cried out his name, growing closer to her own orgasm.
“Come for me,” he whispered, his voice deep and musky. His body was hot against hers, sweat starting to rise to the surface for cooling. His fingers increased against her, rubbing ceaselessly while he thrusted harder and faster. Whether he was demanding or begging, he needed to feel her start before he’d let go.
“Oh god,” she cried out as she felt herself begin to tip over the edge of her orgasm. She moved her head once more and crushed her lips to his. Her body began to shudder in pleasure and she pulled away just briefly, “I love you.” Once those words were out she kissed him hard before allowing loud cries of pleasure to escape from her lips as she held on tightly to him.
He nearly lost control of his mouth for a moment. God, she was beautiful. He continued moving against her, hard and fast, drawing it out. But then she was lost in her pleasure, and he in his. He struggled to keep moving, to help her along, give her more release. But his overtook him and he went rigid with ecstasy. As soon as he could move again, once it passed, he was kissing her sloppily, hungrily, but with satisfaction.
Luckily she was continuing to roll her hips against him as she helped both of them enjoy their orgasms. She couldn’t help but want to continue to move against him and make sure he felt as good as she did. As the pleasure subsided she tugged on his bottom lip with her teeth and grinned, “Holy shit. I’ve decided that we are having sex all day long because that was fantastic.”
Tom laughed. He slipped his hand out from between them, then wrapped both of his arms around her and hugged her tight. “That sounds like the best idea I’ve heard all day.” He turned and kissed her temple, then withdrew. He had to clean up the condom and messy stuff. He simply left her sitting on the counter.
“We’ll go for more after I make us some breakfast.” They’d need fuel if he was going to make her come all day long. He had a record, and he wanted to break it with Rose.