Family Matters

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Family Matters

Chapter 7

By avenger-nerd-mom & devikafernando

AU Fan Fiction

In the sequel to Educating Thalia, the lovely Thalia Bareo is trying to grow up, making her own way in the world after losing both men she loved, Professors Chris Evans and Tom Hiddleston. The sassy full-figured Puerto Rican girl from Chicago holds down a job as she tries to deal with the real world. She continues her studies and freelances as a consultant for museums around the world. Being Thalia updates are posted on Wednesdays and Sundays.

Warning: As a whole, this work contains adult content. If you proceed you have agreed that you are willing to see such content. Each chapter will not be coded with individual warnings. The overall story contains no hidden triggers.

If you are new to the series and characters, click here to the beginning of Educating Thalia.

If you are looking for other stories in the sequel, click here for the beginning of Being Thalia

Summary: Chris spends a rainy afternoon with his two favorite women.

Previous Chapter, Warpath

Word Count 1539

2019, Fall Semester

The storm beats against the window but it’s not the tapping rain driving him crazy. Stretched out on the couch and wiggling his feet, Chris tosses his book down on the table, addressing the cause of his annoyance. “Avery, bring me that. You’re done. You’re gonna run down the battery, and then be mad later.” When his daughter chooses to ignore him, he turns to Thalia, leaning against the kitchen counter and silently appeals to her. She smirks at him, and he childishly answers by sticking out his tongue.

His curvy companion claps her hands together, getting the child’s attention. The little blonde head sways in her direction, barely taking her eyes from the gadget that’s held her enraptured for the last hour. “Hey, kiddo! Bring me the phone. I wanna show you something.” Thalia points to the array of goodies laid out on the counter. “You gotta have both hands free to help.”

Chris grimaces, watching the young girl comply and giving no grief when Thalia places the phone on top of the fridge. With the power out for nearly four hours, they’re all becoming a little squirrely. He pretends not to hear Thalia scold the young girl for ignoring him, and he tilts his head thoughtfully when Avery’s sweet voice offers a quiet apology. “It’s okay, ‘Ry, but you need to follow our house rules. No phones all day.”

He and his ex have debated the issue back and forth. Maura insisted the child needed a phone to stay in contact when they’re apart. All the woman does is send Snaps, interrupting his family time. In the habit of ignoring her stepfather, Avery has developed a bad practice of discounting him as well, and responds better to Thalia’s guidance. He sits back at the table, observing his pretty little girl climbing up on the stool next to his lovely girlfriend. The two put their heads together, eyeing the snack foods and whispering together.

Girlfriend? Is she though?

rainy day

He can’t shake the thought. They’ve never made official proclamations about one another, simply falling back into their old ways. After a week or two of sneaking around last spring to keep their frantic lovemaking secret from his impressionable daughter, it just became an unspoken thing. Once Avery was in bed during her visits, they’d climb the stairs together, curl up under the covers, and spend hours reading, talking, watching late night TV… Or making love. Desperately. Madly. Wildly. Like he hadn’t done in ages. Something about her body, her spirit, fixing everything broken inside him… And over a course of a few weeks, her clothes made their way into his closet, her personal items into the bathroom. Just like that, they were a couple again.

Thalia had gained a small amount of notoriety on campus after Joanna Kent was asked to step down from her position. It was revealed that she had been hiding inappropriate relations with students for years, indiscriminate in her choices. Several prominent community leaders were having their old transcripts reviewed, including a well-known Congresswoman. The University was looking into the possibility that grades were traded for sexual favors and keeping quiet. In the wake of the investigation, several couples working on campus came forward, admitting they had begun dating under unsavory conditions. Although they never admitted their prior involvement, Chris and Thalia began dating openly, and no one questioned it.

rainy day 2

Watching the scene in front of him, Chris sighs, not wanting to forget a single moment of their time together, but knowing it won’t last. Thalia’s too much of a free will. Chris has seen it, noticed her moods, the way she shuts down her email when he walks by or how she closely watches travel documentaries, hanging on every word.

It’s not another man calling her, but another place. Another stop on her adventure in life.

He tries not to take it personally that he and Avery can’t be her permanent home, but he knows they can love her and mend her as long as she gives them that chance.

“Come here, Chris, you’re in on this too. If the power isn’t back on by dinner, we may have to call around and see if any restaurants are open, if they have power. But for now, we can have snacks for lunch today.” She points at the old metal pot in front of her. “I need your lighter.”

Standing from the couch, he faces away from her, hiding his ‘oh, shit’ face. He’d been doing his best to keep his clandestine smoking away from the house, usually when he and some of the professors would go for a drink after work. He should have known she’d figured it out. She always figures things out. Regaining his composure, he spins on his heels, and just shrugs. Thalia tilts her head with a lift of her eyebrow, not buying it, and he reaches into his pocket, pulling forth the lighter in question.

“Uh-huh,” she fusses, bumping his shoulder, her dark eyes reminding him she sees everything. “Avery, you pick two things you wanna taste dipped in chocolate while your dad fires up this burner. We’re gonna fondue!”

Chris’s quizzical eyebrow speaks for him. He answers her unspoken words, rolling his eyes. “Yes, I know what fondue is.” He feigns insult, much to the giggles of little Avery. Popping off the top of the sterno can, he looks over the spread. “Potato chips. Where are the potato chips?”

“Oooh,” Thalia stretches out the word, tapping Avery on the back. “Good call! Go get the chips from the drawer for Poppa.”

She follows orders, her pink glitter shoes tapping across the floor as she asks questions about how to fondue. “You mean we’re gonna stab the pineapple and stick it in?”

Thalia continues chopping the fruit Avery requested while Chris drops in the chocolate to melt. Avery returns to her perch atop the stool and reaches for the graham crackers and starts breaking them apart and laying them neatly on a platter. “Well, we don’t have to stab all of it. The cherries have a stem, so you can just dip them in, but careful, Avery, ‘cuz they have a pit.” She dangles a piece of the fruit in question over the little girl’s mouth and she stretches up from the seat to grasp it in her teeth. Cherry juice dribbles down her chin and she hops down to the floor again to run over to the sink to wash up.

Flame lit, Chris wraps one arm around Thalia’s hip, pulling her close and whispering in her ear, “Bet you can tie that stem with your tongue in no time flat.”

“I’ll show you later,” she says, turning to kiss his cheek and hiding her blush from Avery.

“Lia, how come you know this stuff?” the little girl asks, rooted on the stool once more as she lays out more potato chips on the tray.

Chris stirs the chocolate as Thalia tells about visits to her mom’s when she was younger. He’s heard them before, the sad stories of her visits to her mother’s dingy little apartment, with limited heat and scarce resources. She makes the experience sound more fun when she retells it to Avery, but he can read the pain behind her eyes. Giving her shoulder a squeeze, he nuzzles his nose in her hair. Wired from the humidity of the storm, it tickles his cheek as he kisses her shoulder. “I love you, Niña,” he whispers, holding her close. She tilts her head to his, collecting his compassion before Avery distracts her again. “Cheesecake. Do we still have the frozen cheesecake bites in the freezer from the block party?”

“You always know just how to make everything better, don’t you?”

“What was bad? How did Poppa fix anything?” Avery asks Thalia as Chris slides in his socks across the finished floor to the fridge.

His two favorite women continue to chatter on as he uses the flashlight on his phone, digging around in the freezer. “He knows sometimes that talking about my birth mom makes me sad, but you’re a lucky girl! Because your father believes cheesecake fixes everything.”

Avery giggles, the sound reaching across the room.

“It does,” Chris bellows, still searching through labeled packages of frozen items. “Everyone knows that.”

“This fun-do stuff? Will Miss Stacey know how to fix it if the ‘lectricity goes out when she comes to stay with me for a week?”

“When we’re gone for the conference to Toronto next month, I’ll make sure she knows how to fix all your favorite foods,” says Thalia. “And what to do if the power goes out.”

“Will you bring me postcards and a t-shirt too?”

“Canada? We’ll bring back some maple syrup,” Chris calls out, finding the bag he’s been searching for, waving it over his head in victory, just as the overhead lights flicker back on.

“He fixed the power!” Avery cheers. “Oh!” She whines, her bottom lip already starting to quiver. “Does that mean we can’t have our chocolate lunch?”

Chris laughs, humored by their shared love of sweets. Reaching over, he flicks off the lights, returning the room to candlelight and the afternoon gloom of a rainstorm with the people he loves most in the world.

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Pampered

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Chapter 7: Pampered

Educating Thalia

a collaboration by @devikafernando and @avenger-nerd-mom

AU fiction

A collaboration involving Professor Hiddleston and Professor Evans- The two are rivals at a posh New England university and have no idea they both have taken interest in the lovely Thalia Bareo. She’s a grad student with interests in language and history; a sassy full-figured Puerto Rican girl from Chicago

Word count 3777

Warnings: Language, Adult Situations, Sensuality (but no sex), Nudity, Pampering, Alcohol Consumption

summary:  Tom and Thalia meet for a secret rendezvous where he courts her with a little pampering

Click here for the main page for Educating Thalia

It seems to him all he does these days is pace and wait for Thalia or long for her when he should be focusing on something entirely else.

Tom sighs and looks at his watch again. She’s five minutes late already.

Will she really come?

He’s gone home after work, showered and dressed for the occasion in nice black pants and a white button-down shirt. He’s rolled up the sleeves and opened the top two buttons, wondering whether formal attire would just scare her away.

A knock at the hotel room door interrupts his thoughts.

“Tom? It’s me.”

His heart gives a weird little jump, and he realizes again how important she’s become to him over these past few months.

He walks over and opens the door, drinking in the sight of Thalia in a knee-length black dress. She’s combined it with her trusty cowboy boots and a sparkly gold cardigan. The dress isn’t too tight, but it hugs her voluptuous figure in all the right places.

Steady there, Hiddleston, you’re not supposed to jump her bones, he reminds himself.

“Thalia. I’m glad you could make it, darling,” he says with a smile and steps to the side to beckon her in.

She glances nervously to the left and right, clutching onto her handbag as if her life depended on it. After she’s walked into the room and he’s closed and locked the door, they stare at each other in silence.

“You look ravishing,” Tom compliments her. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a dress like this.”

It brings out a tentative smile, cocking her head to the side. “Thank you. I’m not really a dress kind of girl.”  She pushes one foot forward and points down to her boots.

Chuckling, he tsks. “You’re an any clothes kind of girl, believe me. It just takes a real man to appreciate your gorgeous figure in a dress.  And those look just as good on you as your vixen heels did earlier today.”

Her smile deepens a little before vanishing.

She stands there, fidgeting with her handbag and looking unsure of what to do or say.

“Don’t I get a kiss?” he quips, moving closer.

For a moment, the teasing tone unlocks the sassiness he’s grown so fond of.

“Don’t you have your dating etiquette a bit twisted, Professor? Shouldn’t it be a date first and then a kiss, maybe a nice meal?”

With a chuckle, he takes her face in his hands, studying the make-up she’s put on for him. It’s subtle yet passionate, highlighting her expressive eyes.

“True. Then again, we shouldn’t exactly have shagged each other’s brains out before if this is supposed to be our first proper date.”

There’s that blush he loves, highlighting her freckles.

“And technically,” he adds, “I took you out on a date months ago. Remember the dinner in England?”

She scoffs, obviously trying to keep the upper hand. “That doesn’t count. We weren’t…together at that time.”

Tom quirks his brows and steps in closer to bridge the last of the distance between them. He brushes his lips over her forehead, wrinkled in confusion.

“And are we now? Together?” he asks, wondering what she’ll answer.

Her face raises itself as if she wants his lips on hers next, but he can see her thinking, can almost hear the wheels turn in her brilliant head.

“I…I don’t know. I think we are?”

He lets his lips wander over the freckles on her nose and cheekbones before drawing back to look at her.

“I’m aware this isn’t exactly a normal relationship,” he clarifies, “but to me, we certainly are together in a sense. You’re mine, and I’m yours, even if we can’t shout it from the rooftops.”

Another tentative smile.

“And now, give me my kiss and let convention go to hell,” he demands softly.

Tom holds himself still, waiting for her to move. After another moment’s hesitation, Thalia kisses him. He lets her decide the pace and depth, answers her caress with the same soft pressure and slowness until she swipes her tongue over his lips and he parts them for her. The kiss grows more passionate, but he keeps his hands to himself, content for now to cradle her face and taste her.

When she draws back, he gives her an encouraging smile, knowing it’s awkward that they’re meeting in a hotel room. He steps behind her to take her cardigan and hang it, then softly pries the handbag from her clutches and lies it on a side table.

“As you think I’m so lacking in the dating department, why don’t you tell me what else I’ve done wrong,” he asks with the same teasing tone that works well to draw her out of her shell.

As expected, a little of her energetic light returns to her eyes. She steps back and plants a hand on her hip.

“Well, let’s see…  You haven’t brought me flowers or anything, which is so grossly wrong I’m not sure I should have given you that kiss.  I think a proper British gentleman would know that!”

Tom flings his head back and laughs, the ehehehe causing her to grin too and lose her mock-outraged expression.

“Well, it’s a good thing I thought of the flowers then, because I am planning to rob many more kisses from you,” he says and strides to the sitting area of the big room.

He bends and picks up a bouquet of flowers he’s had to hunt for a while. The white and pink blossoms aren’t exactly a common choice. Walking back to her, he bows with a flourish and offers her the bouquet.

Thalia laughs softly, her eyes wide with surprise. “They’re beautiful. But definitely not red roses. What are these?”

A brow raised, he studies her while he explains the meaning. “Oleander flowers are a symbol of seduction and bewitching, spellbinding attraction. Incidentally, they also stand for leaving the past in the past and enjoying what you have in front of you.”

Her eyes grow even wider and she bites her lip. “Oh…” She hides her face behind the bouquet for a moment, but he can see the new blush.

“I had no idea you’re a closet horticulturalist,” she says, but her sassy remark is underlined with something else, a warmth that tells him he’s chosen correctly.

With another chuckle, he answers, “I’m a man full of surprises.” He wiggles his eyebrows exaggeratedly. “Care to discover a few more?”

The tension in the air eases remarkably. Thalia places the bouquet on the sideboard next to her handbag, touching the delicate petals almost reverently. She walks slowly around the room, which is actually a spacious suite. The furniture and fittings speak of sophistication and elegance. Tom has lit a few candles and drawn the blinds, and together with the flowers, it creates a romantic atmosphere.

“Not bad for a date,” Thalia says with a playful smile. “Not bad at all.”

He gives her his best British accent and posh demeanor, half-bowing again. “I’m glad the lady approves. Now, how may I be of assistance?”

A giggle bubbles free before she claps her hand over her mouth, and the sound is delightful and something he hasn’t heard her make often enough.

She holds back another giggle to give off an aloof air and wave her hand. “Oh, why don’t you surprise me?” she throws his own words back at him.

God, he loves her in all her various moods, and that she’s comfortable enough with him now to let him glimpse them.

“Wine?” he asks, and she nods a little too eagerly.

Is that a sign of her underlying uncertainty? Does she think the alcohol will boost her confidence? He doesn’t want her tipsy for what he’s planned, but a little softening around the edges can’t hurt.

Tom pours them both some expensive Cabernet Sauvignon and they sit down in the comfortable armchairs and make small talk.

Talk of their project brings them to the latest production of Much Ado About Nothing, and the longer they lose themselves in a discussion of things they’re both passionate about, the lighter the mood gets.

But when Thalia starts playing with her lovely hair, which she’s wearing in a high ponytail this evening, Tom has had enough.

He gets up and walks over, gently taking the now empty wine glass from her hand. When she looks up at him, he brushes his knuckles over her cheek and mouth. He bends and licks the fruity, slightly spicy taste of red wine from her lips, then kisses her sensually.

“How about that pampering now that I promised you?” he asks softly.

“Yes.” Her voice sounds a little breathy, which is always a huge turn-on.

“Wonderful.. I’ve got the perfect plan all figured out. Give me a few minutes.”

He jumps up and strides into the ensuite bathroom, humming to himself while making sure that everything is ready. When he turns around, he sees her in the doorway, watching with unveiled curiosity.

“When’s the last time you’ve had a nice bubble bath?” he wants to know, and he sees her expression dim a bit.

“I’m not exactly the bath kind of girl,” she admits. “Not much space to feel comfortable if you’re my size.”

Tom scowls and walks over to pull her into the bathroom and shut the door, keeping the warmth and scents in.

“Nonsense, darling. Then you’ve just not found the right tub yet.”

With a sparkle in his eyes, he draws her nearer and sees her stare, her mouth rounding in an astonished O. The suite’s bathtub is large enough to easily hold two or even more people, square on the outside but sinuously shaped on the inside to provide for comfort. He has already filled it with warm water and bath salts to work up a nice foamy, frothy mass of scented bubbles.

“I can smell orchids,” Thalia says in wonder, and he smiles.

“I bought those especially for you. Had to search for quite a bit.”

She turns to him, placing a hand on his chest. “Oh Tom, that’s so sweet of you. I take it all back, this is definitely a great date.”

With a small laugh, he pulls her into him and kisses her until she moans softly at the back of her throat.

“Then let’s get you into that bath and make the date even better, shall we?”

When she moves to unzip her dress, he tuts and holds her hand still. “Don’t move a finger, darling. This is all about me pampering you. The only thing you’re allowed to do is relax and enjoy, understood?”

Her eyes are sparkling, and a smile is tugging at the corner of her lush mouth.

“Yes, sir.”

Damn, he can’t afford to get so turned on by her, but he’s helpless.

After pressing another kiss to her lips, he tugs the zipper down with agonizing slowness and peels her out of the dress. Her matching set of scarlet red silk-and-lace panties and bra make his mouth water, contrasting beautifully with her tanned skin.

Tom takes care not to touch her more than necessary because once he does that, he’s a goner. With precise movements, he frees her of her bra and then of her underwear, unable to resist a kiss and suck on one thigh that makes her quiver.

Much faster, he unbuttons his shirt and removes his pants and boxers. Before she can think of what he might do next, he hooks his arms under her knees and back and lifts her.

Thalia gives a surprised squeak, her arms coming around his neck.

“Mmm, that’s sexy,” she purrs when he carries her effortlessly to the bathtub and sets her gently down in the water.

“Beg to differ,” he says with a rueful grin. “You’re the one who’s sexy. Way too sexy for your own good and for my bedraggled sanity.”

He steps into the tub with her, noticing with satisfaction how her eyes travel down and her tongue wets her lips before he’s immersed in bubbles.

Instinctively, she scoots over, but he doesn’t settle down next to her. Instead, he shifts her gently until he can sit behind her. With his legs around hers and her back resting against his broad chest, he wraps his arms around her and rests his chin on top of her head.

A content little sigh. Thalia wiggles a little, trying to find the most comfortable position in his hold, and his cock gets way too enthusiastic at how her ass brushes against him.

Tom sinks his teeth into the back of her neck, biting hard enough to make her freeze and squeak again.

“Sit still, girl,” he orders quietly. “I’ve spent way too much time getting this bubble bath just right for all the water to slosh over the tub if you continue pushing your peachy ass back at me and I will take you right here and now.”

He hears a barely audible “oh” before she allows herself to settle down.

Breathing in deeply a few times, he calms himself so he won’t spoil this.

They stay like this, quietly, enjoying the warmth and soothing smells of flowers and soap. Tom stretches his long legs and searches with his toes for a particular knob. When he presses it, massaging water jets under the surface caress their bodies, prompting Thalia to sigh happily again.

After a few minutes, she breaks the silence. “Do you do this for all your women?”

A startled chuckle breaks free. Tom shifts. “What do you mean, all my women? I’m not a sheikh with a harem, as tempting as that sometimes sounds.”

Thalia elbows him in the ribs, and he retaliates by tugging her earlobe between his teeth.

“I mean… is this something you do for all your…girlfriends?”

He leans his head back against the cool porcelain. Should’ve seen that coming… It is natural for her to want to know a bit more about him. Hell, he is more than curious about her. He longs to find out about everything that influenced her life…but not necessarily her past love life because he has a feeling he’d just get annoyed with the jerks who failed to treasure her.

Absentmindedly, he starts scooping up fragrant water and trickling it over her bare shoulders while entangling his legs with hers and keeping her still.

“I’m not exactly someone who’s into relationships. I’m more the affair kind of man,” he admits reluctantly.

Tom can feel her stiffen again, her mind probably tying herself into knots with speculation now.

“Really?” She sounds genuinely surprised. “But you strike me as great boyfriend material.”

A hand rises to cover her mouth. “I’m sorry, that came out a bit wrong, didn’t it?”

He pulls her hand away, dropping a kiss on it before lacing their fingers together and resting their hands on her soft, round tummy.

“Thanks for the compliment, love. It’s just…it’s complicated.”

She doesn’t prod, but something deep inside wants to share this with her.

“I was different when I was younger. Eager to fall in love. Star-crossed, filled with foolish hopes.”

He shrugs, though it doesn’t make the painful memories go away. “I got caught up in a whirlwind romance. She was an actress. Quite a famous one, actually. I thought it was true love, I even took her to meet my parents and went out looking for an engagement ring. But it turned out she was in it for positive PR. Once the press and paparazzi started hounding us and once she let her true personality out more, I realized we weren’t made for each other. Still, I stuck with her. I was just that kind of person, willing to give everyone a second chance. Probably also a bit flattered that the effervescent movie star wanted to be with the nerdy college professor. There was a side to her that I connected with, something driven and energetic and impulsive, I guess.”

He drifts off, snuggling closer against her and peppering her nape and shoulders with feather-light kisses that are more a sign of affection than meant to arouse her.

“What happened?” Thalia asks in a low voice, sympathy shining through.

Tightening his hold on her again, he lets the words out in a rush so he can move on. “I found out she was cheating on me. Through incriminating shots plastered on the front page of all the tabloids, no less. Turns out she wanted me as the perfect boyfriend everyone would accept and focus on so she could enjoy secret trysts with a few of her costars, some of them married.”

He can’t keep the bitterness entirely out of his voice, although he’s left the past behind now.

“What a calculating bitch!” Thalia hisses before freezing. “Um…god, sorry. I mean…”

With a mirthless chuckle, he shifts again so he can slide out from behind her and move carefully to the front.

“It’s alright. It really is.”

He forces himself to concentrate on the here and now, on this gorgeous woman who is all his to spoil and explore.

Raising a finger to her protesting lips, he fixes her in his determined stare.

“Now, no more dark clouds and deep talks. Pampering, remember?”

They smile at each other.

The water has cooled down a little, and the bubbles have cleared so he gets a lovely view of her curvy body in the tub. He picks up a loofah and lathers it generously with sweet-scented shower gel.

“Sit up, darling. Let me wash you.”

She blinks at him, although she reacts to his commands automatically.

“I’m squeaky clean, Tom. I thought this bath was just for relaxation?”

He grabs her hand and scoots forward, running the sponge firmly but gently over her arm.

“This isn’t about getting you clean, love. It’s about touching. Connecting. Making you feel good,” he corrects her softly. “Now close your eyes and let me take care of you for a while.”

With a tentative smile, she does as he says. Tom carefully runs the loofah over her body, from her arms to her breasts and her belly before lifting her legs and caressing them too. Off and on, he sneaks a soft kiss in, unable to resist.

When he gets close to the place between her thighs where he longs to be, he stops. Thalia grabs his hand and moves it to her center, her hips rising a little and begging for his touch.

It’s the hardest thing ever to pull away.

When she opens her eyes in surprise and then her mouth to whine “Tom, please”, he shakes he head at her.

“This isn’t about getting you or me off, Thalia. A man and a woman can share intimacy without it being about sex. And a real man always pampers his woman because she deserves it.”

He lets the sponge travel up her stomach again before circling her breasts and ignoring her perky nipples.

“Just enjoy this. Let go.”

With a soft sigh, she closes her eyes lazily.  He lathers the loofah again and tenderly maneuvers her so that she’s kneeling with her back to him.

After washing it and using his free hand to knead some of the tension out of her muscles, Tom removes her hair clip and lets her tresses cascade down.

“Will you let me wash your hair?” he asks, pressing gentle kisses onto her shoulder blades and down her spine.

She has learned her lesson, or maybe she’s finally relaxed enough to enjoy this thoroughly. “Yes.”

Tom grabs the shower head and wets her hair, luxuriating in the way it feels in his hands and against his skin, heavy and strong, a little curlier than dry. He works shampoo into it, carefully tipping her head so it won’t run into her eyes.

“This is for you,” he whispers to her in a half sing-song. “Because you’re worth it. Because the truly strong women know they are allowed to show a little weakness when they’re with their men. Because the truly confident men know they owe their women a little deference.”

He tests the water temperature and rinses her hair out, combing his fingers through the wet tendrils and burying his head in them.

One hand snakes to the front and glides over her hard peaks, making her choke on a moan.

“This is for us,” he adds. “A few hours of stolen bliss that will last us a lifetime.”

Before she can beg him for more, he lets her go and quickly rinses himself off before stepping out of the tub. He takes her hand and pulls her up and out.

Giving in to the overwhelming urge, he presses himself flush against her and kisses her, their tongues dancing and dueling. Her body’s still a little slippery, soft and welcoming, and he imagines bending her over so she can grab the sink, and pounding into her from behind while she watches breathlessly in the fogged-over mirror.

Fuck, he shouldn’t let his thoughts go there. His erection pokes into her belly, and she rubs herself against him and makes a purring sound.

“Later, darling.”

It’s a promise to her and himself, and oh, he’ll make it good for her. He’ll make damn sure she doesn’t ever forget this, forget him.

Forcing himself to step back, he grabs a big, fluffy hotel towel and dries her hair first before turning his attention to her body. Here and there, he nips and flicks out his tongue, teasing her and himself to make the torture even sweeter.

“Tom, why are you doing all this?” she asks, her voice husky and content at the same time.

He nuzzles the side of one plump breast before standing up again and grabbing a different towel to dry himself.

“Questions, questions,” he scolds gently. “Don’t ask. Feel. Experience. Learn. Remember. Live a little with me.”

This time, she pulls him in for a kiss, seriously endangering his already less than rigid self-control.

When Thalia bends towards her clothes, he wraps his fingers around her wrist and shakes his head at her.

“No clothes. I want you to have dinner with me naked.”

Her eyebrows shoot up, and her mouth drops open.

“No way. I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I…I…” she splutters, her skin a nice tone of crimson that makes him touch the tip of his tongue to a few freckles.

“Do you think we’ll get any eating done if I’m in the nude and possibly you too?”

Tom chuckles and pinches one of her nipples, making her jump.

“Okay, point taken, Miss Thousand Complaints. But no bathrobe and no dress, do you hear me? If you want even a bite of dinner, you’ll join me in only your bra and panties.”

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