A/n: Smut because I was in a weird mood when I edited this whoops

Quiet and peaceful, he was precious and adorable. Enough that I couldn't bring myself to disturb him. For a long time. That couldn't last forever though. I wanted him to hold and love me too badly. I wanted his eyes on my and his lips against mine. "TOMMYYYYYY!" I whined, kicking him lightly.

His face twisted, the peace disturbed. Oops. "WHAT?" He groaned.

Desperately holding back a smile, I leaned close, "I can't sleeeeeep!"

Thomas opened one eye. He knew that I was being genuine about my insomnia, but he also knew that I was smiling and soft and admiring so I'd been watching him for a while. He still held a scowl though. "So I have to suffer?" He sighed into his pillow.

Oh. I stayed quiet. Then I rolled over and fell still. "Okay."

He rolled over too and pulled me close. "Don't pout love. I'm here. I'll help," he whispered resignedly, his breath on my skin and his body against mine. I fought a smile again.

Pulling all my reserve, I kept up my slightly childish act. "No, no. Sleep," I dismissed huffily, knowing I was getting what I wanted. Maybe I was being selfish. I just missed him so much and I hated going to sleep the second we got home. I hadn't kissed him in like 26 hours. That's not cool. I saw him this morning! I saw him tonight! We were both so busy and I just missed him.

His lips pressed against my shoulder and I melted into the contact. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere now. And I'm not playing that game tonight. Love me. I miss you." He cooed, sighing.

I rolled back over and looked in his eyes, a smile on my face. "I missed you too."

A grin pulled his lips into an incredibly attractive curve. "Kiss me?" He asked.

My body already buzzing, I nodded excitedly. He leaned in and I leaned in and in those seconds it took to lean in, it felt like an eternity. It seemed that he would never meet his lips with mine, but when he did I smiled. It was innocent and soft at first. He was soft and tentative and reserved.

Unfortunately for the both of us, after coming home right when he was going to bed and still having to do some work before I'd even gotten to go to bed, I was really needy. He was here and kissing me and I wasn't keeping it soft and innocent.

My fingers wrapped around his bare hips, pulling him closer to me. Over me. His head tilted and I parted my lips, knowing he wouldn't miss the opportunity to really kiss me. He didn't disappoint.

Far beyond losing my self control, I moaned, "I want you." He gasped against my lips, surprised by the outburst. The luge in his sweat pants gave away his arousal though and I smiled, bucking against him. He groaned, kissing me harder and faster. "Please."

He didn't need anymore encouragement. One of his elbows planted next to me, keeping himself propped up. His other arm moved, his hand finding the waistband of my underwear. I only wore those, a bra, and one of his shirts, long but not too big on me. His hand moved up, his long fingers wrapping around my hip and pulling me up as he swiveled his hips down. The friction made us both groan.

Quickly, his fingers pushed up. His hand pressed against my skin all the way up, leaving goosebumps and sending shivers up my spine and gasps out of my mouth. I maneuvered around as he pulled the shirt over my head, leaving me in my underwear. His lips came down on my neck and I twisted, ready for him. My lips parted as he sucked hard. Thomas' teeth ran across my skin and it was wonderfully tingling, a bit painful but in the best way. It made my face scrunch up when he hit my sweet spot, a moaning gasp tumbling out.

Thomas moved, his hair brushing the skin above my bra an$his forehead resting on my covered breasts as his lips touched down on my skin. My eyes followed him and as he dipped down, I rolled up to meet him. His lips were hot on my skin and I shook, wonderfully filled with the feeling of his hands and lips and skin against mine. His teeth nipped at my skin and his tongue made patterns. I swore that skin must have been burning his tongue but he didn't seem to be wincing in the pain I felt with all the fire between us.

To my relief, he moved even lower, his hands dragging down my wet stomach to my thighs, pulling my legs open more as his head dipped wonderfully close to my clothes core. He looked up at me, grinning. "Do you want me to make you tired, Love? Do you need me to tire you out?" My body responded without my permission. Thankfully he still held onto my thighs because otherwise I'd have driven my core straight into his face. He chuckled, amused by my need. "Do you want me, Princess?"

I couldn't look at him anymore. His expression was enough to drive me completely insane with lust. "Yes," I whimpered out.

His voice grew husky and rough. "Yes what?" He demanded.

Damnit he was in THAT mood tonight. "Yes please." His one hand moved away from my thigh, his fingers tracing patterns far too gently where I wanted him most. A growling moan shot past my lips and I moved my waist up, wanting more of his touch. "Please, Thomas," I begged. "Please. I- I really want you. I need you. Please." I was desperate and all too ready to beg. I looked over, my face twisted with desperation. He paused, awed and shocked by how easily I'd given up. It excited him and he sidled closer, trying to keep his composure.

Swallowing hard, he looked at me with a soft expression. "Want me that bad, do you?" I didn't have to answer. He was breathless, not teasing or genuinely asking. He was awed at the way my body was aching for him. He was reveling in it. Answering would have only paused him longer, making him dwell on my desperation more.

Mercifully, he hooked his finger in my waist and, pulling my panties down to expose me better. I kicking them the rest of the way off. "Bra," he ordered. As I took it off, he kicked off his sweatpants. He left his boxers on though and I grunted in protest. "Hush," He cooed. His thumb pressed against my nub, rubbing slow and purposeful. A shuddering moan sounded from me. He was still wonderfully shocked at my open reactions. I was completely honest with how I was feeling and he was rolling in the way he could make my toes curl just with that simple touch. "Oh Princess I'm going to make you feel so good," He cooed. I looked up just as he dipped down. His lips pressed to me and my eyes flew wide, my head falling back hard into the bed.

Next, his tongue slid between my folds, his thumb till rubbing me. I sighed, my eyes closing as my knees rose to lock either side of his head. He smiled, his hands moving again to keep my legs down. The release of his fingers away from me made me give a complaining grunt. He chuckled. "Your own fault," he hummed, his breath falling tints my skin.

Then he really started to eat me out, my tongue slipping and sliding all over me. He sucked hard and I locked my jaw, my chest popping up as my back curled. His hands held me hard, forcing me to stay in place as he pleased me with his mouth, doing it as right as he always did. As right as only he could do. Only he knew my body well enough to be able to please me this well this fast.

My body was tense with pleasure, but when he slipped a finger into me to speed up the process, I went completely rigid. "Fu-" I began, cutting off when his long fingers curled inside of me. I moaned, the sound guttural and rolling. He hummed, the vibrations of his mouth still against me. He added another finger as I started to relax. And another, right after the second, just to catch me off guard. "Fuck," I growled, my hands reaching for his hair, pulling him against me aggressively.

"Thomas," I mumbled. He hummed against me and I had to pause to realign my thoughts again. "I- don't get me wrong I love this and all but-" a grunt cut me off as he curled right into my g spot. "I- I- I want you, Tommy. I want you inside of me." He pulled away and I gasped in relief as I melted into the bed. He licked his lips.

He waited until I looked up. "Do you want me, Princess?" He asked, tilting his head as our eyes met. His face caught me off guard and I had to level my thoughts again. I closed my eyes, nodding. "Okay." And then, e was moving up to me and pulling off his boxers before I'd even opened my eyes all the way. He gripped my waist again, this time softly, lining himself up.

Once he's ready, he moves one hand to my thigh, bringing my leg up. "You ready?" I nod quickly. He pushes into me and I groan long and low. He hisses, pausing as my hands go to his chest to stop him. I was too full of feeling to form the words to say it. I adjust quickly, used to him even though it's been a while. I move my hands to his arms, holding on lightly and nodding for him to continue. We continue this, him moving into my slowly and pausing when my hands tightened on his arm to let me adjust. Soon, though, he was inside of me and was ready to pull out. He moved slowly as first, rocking with a steady rhythm in and out of me.

Euphoria flowed through my body like blood and the room was full of the slap of skin, my unbridled moans and his choppy grunts as he tried to focus on keeping rhythm and not gettin too distracted by the pleasure or the effect he was having on me. "Faster," I whispered.

From there it was all uphill. Seconds rolled by like a ball gathering snow down a hill, each second gathering more and more pleasure as he slowly increased his speed and force, going faster into me, sometimes going really deep and sometimes not so deep so that I was never sure what to expect and therefore never go too comfortable with that he was doing.

When he found my g spot again, I curled tighter around him. "F- fuck, T-" My eyes closed tight and he let out a fast breath, knowing he'd hit it. He continued to focus on hitting that spot. Every time he did, another wave of blissful pleasure spread from that spot through me, making my body tense more as I pushed closer and closer to him.

Thomas leaned close. "Are you close, Princess?"

"Mhm," I weakly hummed, nodding as my fingers pressed into his back, digging in as I fought to ground myself as the feeling of him fucking me sent me into the clouds.

He pressed his lips to my neck again gently, more breathing against my skin than actually kissing it. It didn't change the wonder of his skin against mine. We were both sweating now, the sheets tangled and mangled and his thrusts moving the bed as my body pressed into it and then away as he pressed into me and then away. I wrapped my legs around his waist, letting him get a new angle. His nose ran against my sweaty neck. "Let go for me, sweetheart," he mumbled. His thrusts were getting weaker and messier, but he was as determined to make me cum first as he always was. "Come on, Darling." He kissed my lips and I responded distractedly. "Cum for me, Princess."

The pressure that had been growing in the pit of my stomach finally exploded as I came. He gasped, feeling me on him and soon followed. My fingers curled, pressing my nails into his skin as the pleasure sunk into me. I screamed, my nails taking down his back. He gasped and grunted and cursed and the sounds of him coming undone with me was wonderfully delicious.

We rode out the rest of our orgasms together, collapsing together when it was over. The rivers of euphoria that had hit their hardest and ran over me the most violently turning the orgasm now leveled and calmed and I could finally breathe probably. Both of us were gasping and sweaty and we lay still for a few second.

Finally Thomas moved off of me, his arms staying around me as he moved to the side. I looked over. "Tired now, love?" He asked, moving close.

A breathless chuckle escaped me. "Yes, darling," I sighed. "I am very tired. We cuddled close. "Sleep with me."

"I believe I just did." We exchanged challenging looks before we both laughed it off and pulled close. As the euphoria died, so did the adrenaline. Extreme exhaustion smashed into me and I melted into the bed.

My words came out as mumbles. "Now sleep with me."

He kissed my forehead. "As you wish, Princess." Then he pulled me closer and we cuddled until I fell asleep.