[mature themes!!]

Blair gasped when she woke in the middle of the night, the sudden reality of a presence sleeping soundly beside her hit her all at once.

An arm draped around her waist and gentle breathing tickling the back of her neck pulled her from a deep slumber that she barely remembered falling into.

It was pitch black outside but the lamp beside the bed was still turned on, casting a yellow glow across the room, illuminating Tommy's face as he slept with the bedsheets around his waist, one foot hanging off the edge of the bed.

Blair smiled. He looked peaceful as he slept, she'd always thought that. When he was awake, a permanent frown took over his face that she despised, though seeing a smile once in a while from him was as magical as seeing a rainbow, and so she cherished every smile she saw from him.

Laying awake beside Thomas, Blair's thoughts began to consume her. Her body was cold, her nightgown tossed to the side on the floor beside the bed. Part of her felt incredibly guilty for what she'd done, a twisted consideration that she'd betrayed her husband, when in reality, she knew that wasn't the case at all.

It was widower's guilt, and she knew she would most likely experience it at some point in her life, though Blair had never expected it to be in that moment, in that house, with that man.

Reaching across to try and turn out the light, Blair froze when Thomas began to stir beside her, moaning sleepily as his arms tightened around her waist, pulling her back down beside her.

He pressed her back against his chest, one arm stretched out beneath her neck, the other trailing lazily across her midsection, his fingers tickling her bare skin as he kissed her shoulder.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." Blair whispered, biting her lip at the tingling sensation his fingertips left across her waist.

"Don't apologise," he mumbled, his hand creeping lower, caressing her thigh before gently pulled her legs apart.

"Tommy," Blair said quietly, her breath hitching in her throat at the feel of his fingers carefully teasing her.

"What?"

Blair said nothing, though she could hear the smirk on Tommy's face when he chuckled to himself, sucking hard on her neck as he slipped his fingers inside her, making her gasp and sink her nails into his forearm out of shock and deep pleasure.

"Was there something you were going to say, Blair?" He moaned in her ear, loving the way her body responded to the way he worked her, a grin on his face as she couldn't help but push back against him, panting desperately as he drew her closer to a climax.

"Fuck," Blair gasped, covering her mouth with her hand and squeezing her eyes shut when Tommy pulled his fingers out of her a second before she finished.

"Not yet, not till I say."

Blair rolled her eyes in frustration, gasping when she felt a cold hand against her chest, unable to contain a moan as he pulled her body beneath his own, leaning towards her and letting his tongue tease her nipples playfully. He stole glances up at her, his confidence growing as he watched her eyes roll backwards in pleasure.

He kissed down her body, leaving a hand fondling her breasts while he kissed the bottom of her stomach, trailing his lips down lower until they met the sweet wetness of her body, sucking gently as she tangled her fingers in his hair, her breath getting faster as he brought his other hand to her clit, rubbing gently before sliding two fingers inside her as he kissed the insides of her thighs.

Thomas wasn't sure how long he'd be able to contain himself, feeling more than hungry every time he felt her body twitch or heard her moan, sensing a sharp scratch of her nails down his forearm that only fuelled him harder.

Unable to resist any longer, and knowing that Blair was growing closer by the second from his tongue and fingers, Thomas pulled himself above her, lifting one of her legs over his right shoulder before entering her, clenching his jaw as he watched her furrow her brows in pleasure.

He groaned as her mouth fell open at the feeling of him pressing deep inside her, inching further and further as slowly as he could take before repeatedly pounding her, leaning down and kissing her lips with angst.

"Fuck, Blair."

Tommy moaned, closing his eyes for a few moments as tried to control his breathing, though opening them quickly again, not wanting to see anything other than Blair's beautiful face beneath him.

He watched her with hazy eyes and parted lips as she reached down and touched herself, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she brought herself more pleasure while he was inside her. It was like nothing Thomas had ever felt before and for a split second, he felt psychotically jealous that another man had seen her do exactly what he was witnessing in that moment, but he soon shook it off, the feeling of an impending orgasm meaning he could think of nothing else.

"I'm close," Blair whispered, her chest rising and falling rapidly as Thomas continued to fuck her, sweat collecting in his hair and on the back of his neck, dripping down onto her bare chest.

"Look at me," he grunted, grabbing her face with his hand and holding it between his finger and thumb, resting their foreheads together.

"That's it," he smiled widely, intense pleasure divulged him into a frenzy as he felt her tighten around him,  "I want you to cum for me, now."

Blair swallowed hard, immediately releasing the pressure that had been building inside of her as soon as he said those words, not needing him to ask more than once.

Thomas cursed loudly as Blair's nails clawed at his neck, feeling himself climax at the sensation of her body finishing around him, though he kept her face firmly in his grip, locking their eyes on each other's until a deep, satisfied silence landed across both of them.

He fell down beside her, his arms above his head as they both caught their breath, staring blankly at the ceiling, knowing that the other was also seeing stars the same as they were.

"How many men have you been with?" Thomas eventually asked, the intrusive thought that was quickly dismissed earlier was now pulsing at the front of his mind.

"Why does that matter?" Blair replied, turning her head to look at him, though he didn't do the same.

He shrugged, "It doesn't. I just wondered how many other men have felt what you've just made me feel. The fact that it's more than zero makes me want to throw up."

Blair scoffed, laughing quietly beside him. She knew there was a sarcastic layer somewhere in what he'd said, but she also knew there was a heavy sincerity to it as well. Tommy had always been the jealous type and clearly nothing had changed.

"You have no right to be jealous." Blair replied, sitting up and swinging her legs off the bed with intent on going to the bathroom, before Tommy grabbed her hand and pulled her back down beside him.

He was looking at her that time, as she lay inches above him resting on her arm, he laced their fingers together, using his other hand to brush away the hair from her face.

He looked at her like she was a work of art, and to Tommy, that was exactly what she was. She was art in every single way, from her voice and her laugh down to her eyes and her body, the way she held a hand and the way she fucked, everything about Blair, was art.

Tommy was ashamed that he'd ever let such a magnificent woman go, but if there was one thing he was certain of, it was that no man was ever getting a taste of what he knew he would now crave so badly that no amount of it would ever satisfy him fully.

Whether it took days, months, or years, Thomas knew that in time, she would be his again, and he would be hers, and he'd do whatever it took to get there.

"What?" Blair said with a soft smile, her eyes glazed over with sleep, though speckles of satisfaction rang clear.

"Can I tell you that I'm in love with you?" Tommy said, his expression unchanged despite his words changing Blair's world all over again.

She swallowed, "No, you can't."

Unable to pull herself away from his magnetic gaze, yet not wanting to stay locked under his stare that made her unsure of whether to kiss him or slap him, Blair stay frozen, her fingers intertwined neatly with his own.

"Too late," he smirked with a devious laugh, one that forced Blair to bite her lip in order for her to not requite the smile she thought was most certainly one of the wonders of the world, "I just did."

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we are STEAMY sorry if you've got PTSD from me writing this lmao I'm not mad about it tho we've all thought about it xoxox