She gasped slightly as he bit a sensitive area on her neck, then dug her hands into his hair. "First time I've been with a man I like, I can't say being with other men has been as pleasant as this because they haven't been." Her eyes turned dark as she recalled a not too pleasant memory "Thomas, please get off me…" She whispered
Thomas looked at her, noticing the change. He sat up, "Sorry, did I do something wrong?" He asked, scared he'd hurt her.
Who's turn is it to reply on the warrior cats one?//
(think it might be you, but I'm not sure, I'll check in a second)
"No! No you did nothing wrong, it's me," she rose into a sitting position and hugged her knees, already missing his warmth and the feel of him. "I'm sorry, it's just…like u said before, I haven't had the best encounters with other men, not that I think of you as one of them! But…I can't get those thoughts out of my head, I'm sorry." She said with a weak smile and sad eyes. She moved closer to him, hoping to regain some of his warmth. She dug her head into his neck, lightly nipping at a strained tendon in hopes of relaxing him.
Thomas pulled her gently onto his lap, pecking her cheek, "Hey, it's okay" he murmured, rubbing her back, "You're safe, I promise" he smiled and kissed her softly, burying his face into her neck.
If it's me can you bump it? I can't find it on mobile//
(just did XD)
"I'm never safe Thomas,"she smiled bitterly "I've been hunted my whole life, either by "lights" or by people who think I'm a pretty thing to look at." She leaned into him, for once ignoring the warning signs in her head and started to play with his hair
Thomas kissed her neck gently, sliding a hand to rest on her bare back, curving to cradle her and make her feel safe, "You're safe" he repeated, "As long as you're with me, I'll make sure of that"
Ferris relaxed into the curves of his body "my savior." She said as she kissed his jaw gently, her wings unfurling from under her in pleasure
Thomas smiled, holding her as close as she could be, his lips traveling along her jaw and neck, leaving small nips. He paused when he got to her shoulder, biting and leaving a small Mark.
She gasped and closed her eyes, hair turning to fire again "devil in disguise" she smiled at him, tracing every curve of his face with a light touch of her hand. "My devil" she shook her head and laughed
Thomas chuckled and unfurled his wings, wrapping them around her, "And what would that make you?" He murmured, kissing back up to her lips "My demoness?"
She laughed against his lips "I was thinking more of a dark angel, though I think demoness works better." She laughed again and pressed herself closer to his warmth and aura of safety. She reached towards the base of his wings, lightly touching the burns, only now noticing the fair scarring along his side and back "what's this from?" Worry entering the tone of her voice
Thomas shivered at her touch, "Strucker" he explained, "He was constantly doing experiments on me to try and, quote, improve me" the boy explained, kissing her cheek lightly, one hand tracing her tattoo absent-mindedly
She nodded in understanding then smiled "little did he know, you didn't need improving, he did." She hugged him close "are you cold love?" Knowing it wasn't the temperature that was making him shiver
"I don't think I'll ever be cold again" he murmured, nuzzling into her neck, "Not with you around" his hands ran up and down her back, sliding under the back of her shirt so he could feel her soft skin beneath his fingers.
She gently bit down on his shoulder as his hand slid under her shirt "no farther than that, devil." She purred in his ear. She kissed his jaw line, her teeth leave small red marks as they dragged against his stubble. "So what's for dinner? I'm starving."
Thomas obediently stopped his hand, resting against the curve of her back. He smiled and kissed her neck a couple of times before resting their foreheads together, "What ever you would like, my demoness"
"pizza?" She offered "I know a really good place downtown. The guys know me there, and I'm sure they'll make an acception for you. She smiled at him, kissed his nose, his neck, his chin until he gave in
Thomas chuckled, "Alright, alright" he gave in, "Pizza sounds great" he kissed her lips lovingly before leaning back and groaning, "But I don't wanna get uuuuuup" he whines
She rolled her eyes and tried to shove him off her but failing. She sighed and gave up, hugging his torso "guess I'm starving to death then." She played with his hair as they layed there.
Thomas chuckled and pecked her lips before forcing himself to stand, shaking out his wings and stretching, "So what's so good about this pizza place?" He asked, searching around for a shirt
She stretched and got up "my brother owns the place," She threw him his shirt "He makes the best flatbread pizza's in the states. Seriously a thing to die for."She smiled as her mouth watered at the thought. "You have to experience it to truly get the meaning of 'the best'" She shook her wings out and stood near the door "ready?"
Thomas caught the shirt and pulled it on, wincing as his wings were pinned to his back. He then grabbed a backpack and pulled it on, hiding the bulge from his wings, "Oh really, we're already meeting family, are we?" He joked, grinning and walking over to her, "Ready"
She blushed, realizing he was right "please don't make me regret this," she smiled at him. "my brother's very protective, don't get on his bad side and you'll be fine." She ruffled her wings again, glamouring them from mortal eyes and walked out the door, grabbing Thomas's hand "And don't mention the obvious ok? he hates it"
Thomas smiled, "Me? Get on someone's bad side? Never" he pecked her lips, "I'll behave, I promise" they walked down to the garage and Thomas grinned, "With Tony gone, we get our choice of vehicle" he spread his arms wide, gesturing to the wide array of fancy cars in the garage, "Take your pick, love" he said, laying an arm over her shoulders
She rolled her eyes and looked at the array of vehicles. eyes resting on a black, sleek car. "that one." It looked fast and dangerous. something she was known to attract to.