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It was a while before you woke up, and although sleep cancels out everything, you knew you'd been knocked out for longer than usual. You don't remember what happened or why, all you know is that you felt icky, sick and hot.

On the attempt to lift your head from the pillow, not yet opening your eyes, a sharp pain flicked down your spine, ejecting a long emitted groan from your lips. Tessa barked beside you, having woken her up, making you jump. Your eyes shot open, peeling the hardened sleep away from your lashes. Your ears were flooded with the sound of your own breathing, the harsh ex and inhales blocking out the noise of Tessa's yapping, the uproar simmering to a blurred out whistle. However, a familiar face brought you back down to planet earth as you saw Tom leaning over you gently, his hand resting on your forehead and sending your neck to rest, your head landing back on the pillow.

"God, Y/N-" he sighed, almost in disbelief as he doubted himself. You both knew the reason why this happened wasn't even close to being his fault, and yet the guilt was still hefty on his chest. You felt a damp chill run down the side of your cheek, your depleted eyes slowly progressed towards your forehead, where what looked like a wet white rag was lapped over your forehead. You let out a whimper as you could feel the advancing headache that was brewing in the back of your head. But the sweet sound that left your lips made Tom's hairs stand on end.

"Ssh, baby, don't over stress yourself" he lulled you gently, wrapping the sheets tightly around you. This was a nice sight, even if you were slightly taking the opportunity to see this side of Tom. Instead of the lustful desire that more than often you would catch in his eye, you saw a gentle heart written compassion hidden behind his pupils, his soft hands tying your skin in warmth and comfort. The space between you was rash, but you felt you needed to be closer to him. Even with the warm touches, you were still shaking out of discomfort, the slightest trail near your legs brought back previous events and it was stupid. Trauma was one of the many things that had unwillingly developed and ruined a lot of your life, as you found it increasingly hard to forget things you would wish never happened, and yet they remained fresh as the morning chill on the top of your brain.

"Tom-" you squinted your eyes shut tightly, placing your hands behind you and sitting up. Tom helped you slowly, placing a hand on your rib to support your back against the headboard. Upon sitting up, Tom moved over towards you, supporting you so that you were able to lean on him. You slipped the rag off of your forehead and placed it down in front of you, revealing the other half of the mark that was sure to scar in a couple months. With Tom's best intentions, he had placed some butterfly stitches over the open wound, but that didn't stop it from bleeding. You could still taste the raw iron ichor on your tongue as you flicked it slowly around your mouth, dampening the dry spots away from the cut on your lip, and there were sure enough to be bruises on your legs and back.

"How's your head?" Tom whispered gently, brushing a small strand of hair away from your face and tucking it neatly behind your ear. You shrugged faintly, your head lolling forward from the sore neck muscle which had desecrated over the night. You were only half awake, and nothing seemed to process through you right now. Tom had his hand placed firmly on your hip, running his fingers over your creased shirt, hoping you could feel it on your skin.

"You scared me today" he let out a imperceptible chuckle, feeling his hot breath fan against your lips. You smiled, the corner of your cheek cocking upwards feebly. Tom hated seeing you like this. You were usually so full of life, but never the less he was here for you and anything you needed was yours. "I'm sorry" you mumbled, swallowing the gathered saliva in your mouth, soothing your dry and itchy throat. Tom shook his head against yours, "don't apologise, love. Whoever did this to you, they're gonna pay"

"It doesn't m-matter now anyways, I'm ok..." you slurred, feeling sleep wanting to take over again, "do you have any Modafinil?" you asked, tilting your head back slowly.

"Actually, yeah" Tom smiled, slowly lifting himself off the bed and walking out to the bathroom. Mod was a drug that was rarely prescribed in drug stores or by doctors, because it was known purely as the Time Shifting drug. Google it. It could keep someone awake for days on end, but the only problem was that sleep was still there and as soon as the drug ran out it would catch up to you in a heart beat. But right now, you didn't care. Even with the strict knowledge about the drug, you needed to stay awake.

"Here" Tom handed you the small bottle of the all familiar pill. You smiled as a thank you, flicking open the lid and popping out two of the white pills, landing in the palm of your hand softly. You placed the pot down on the bedside table, before taking the sweet drug raw. Tom looked at you a little wide eyed; "don't you want something to wash that down?" he asked, moving to sit next to you on the bed.

"I usually just take everything raw" you smiled weakly, letting your body sit for a moment while the drug kicked in. "How come you have Mod anyways? Every time I've asked for that shit people say it's not even around anymore"

"I use it for work, some days I have to stay overnight and I just need something with a stronger kick than coffee, so I have some here and some at work" he slipped an arm behind you, letting your body sink down next to him. You could feel the electricity starting to churn in your stomach, your arms getting a little stronger and your eyes widening.

"Holy shit how much was in that?" you asked a little revolted, the energy being a lot stronger than the previous medication. Tom reached over you, taking the bottle from the table and reading through the instructions closely. "How many did you take?"

"Two"

"Two!? Y/N there's over 300 miller grams in one of these things! You're only supposed to take half of one!"

"Oops" you shrugged, slurred and a touch of sarcasm. If you were only supposed to take half of one, you were understanding the reason as to why, right now. The sensation was strange, and it was more like being high on a weak overdose. Your senses had been dialled to eleven, sending your body into a slight shock. Tom lifted your head up slowly, bringing your eyes to meet his as he waved a hand in front of your face.

"Y/N, everything ok?" he asked moderately concerned as your face began to heat up. You let out a short and high pitched giggle, looking at Tom as if it was the first time you had seen him.

"Man your hot" you slumped out your words in no orderly fashion, Tom's face scrunching into confusion.

"Love, I-"

"Ah! Ssh!" you shushed him harshly, clasping your hand over his mouth. "Just shut up and sit still" you demanded, pulling your hand off of Tom's mouth and rolling over to straddle him eagerly. Tom's hands braced your hips, stopping you in place.

As much as he wanted this, you were borderline high, and the cut than ran down your face brought sympathy rather than sexual desire to his heart. Tom was a loyal man, despite the mistakes he had made in the past, he wasn't just about to take advantage of you.

"Darling, you need to get some rest" Tom ushered in a soft tone, keeping his eyes locked on your figure. But, you were stubborn and weren't giving in, partly because of the fact you couldn't hear anything but the sound of your own racing heartbeat. You couldn't resist leaning down and catching a taste of Tom, he looked so gratifying lying beneath you, trying to avoid the will to take you there and then. As you leaned down slowly, Tom made a deal with himself; he'd let you have a play around, but he wasn't allowed to touch you. You were in no right mind to give consent.

Your lips were hot against his neck, and he had to confront the craving he was getting from you. He could feel his abdomen heating up as your seat adjusted, but remembering what he had told himself, he held back the hard on as much as he could.

You were adventuring, and it's as if some how you read his mind and knew that he prohibited from touching you. Your tongue grazed against Tom's neck, tasting the alcohol from the cologne he wore, feeling it drip onto the buds of your lips. Your hands slipped up the bed sheets to support yourself at the side of his head, the scorching flame of arousal gaining quickly on your conscious. But, Tom was yet to move a muscle, as for now he was just watching you toy with him and there was still a space in between your legs that needed filling. Tom could stop himself temporarily from getting a hard on, but his eyes had a mind of their own. He could see the way your collar bone coiled to the front of your skin as your hair slid down your shoulder, exposing more of your chest which was in perfect line with his sight. The way your back arched as you explored more of his skin with your delicate lips, and every now and again he would feel a slight pinch from where your teeth where gazing his muscles.

You let out a cheap moan as your lower half sank down against him, feeling him under your damp heat. Tom closed his eyes, trying to focus on anything but the feeling of you resting on his member. If you were both consenting to this he'd be half way finished with you by now, hearing you scream his name through thin sheets as he thrashed against you with all his faculty. He could practically see the sweat dripping from both your bodies as the heat in the room began to rise, feeling both your orgasms approaching.

Tom's lips betrayed him as he let out a strong whimper, feeling his baggy sweats tighten around his length. You smirked, knowing the game you were playing had you in the lead, as you slowly began to grind down on his cock. Tom was trying to fight it, knowing this was wrong and he couldn't do this. It could falter the relationship and he didn't want to do that to you. Not because he thought it would effect you in any way, but because he knew it would effect him.

Tom wasn't being selfish, because he knew what that felt like and this wasn't it. He felt guilty and angry at himself for letting his heart fall for you. He cared about you in ways which he knew he shouldn't because he wrote rules for a reason. However, the thought was pushed aside when he felt your wet lips graze the side of his, slowly seeking the taste of you. His heart began pounding and without thinking he crashed his lips against yours, heat flying into the air as you moulded together like wet clay on a rainy day. You stopped your motions against him, lying on him completely as your hands shyly came to his face.

Tom slipped his hand carelessly around the back of your neck, feeling the warmth of your hidden skin spread over his hand. How he'd missed those kisses. Not particularly yours, as he was still warming up to your ways... But this was the kind of kiss that brought back memories of falling in love. Tom's member fell weak as the lust was washed away, and pure desperation of being in each other's presence was enough to distract any pain and guilty thoughts.

He gripped your bottom lip tightly between his teeth as you pulled away, feeling numb from the drug. Your eyes faltered around his face for a few seconds, before you collapsed onto his chest. It made Tom's breath hitch slightly from the sudden thump against his rib cage, but he didn't mind. He knew that was just the hine sight of the drug, and this was the downfall. The one thing that Tom seemed to know about Modafinil and you didn't, was that it would only usually work when the body needed it, and if the body was tired enough to reject the drug it would. So, here you were, after a few moments of excitement, you were lying on Tom's body, nose touching the crook of his neck and your breath keeping his skin warm. He could smell the strawberry shampoo in your hair making him smile, and the perfume you used making his heart flutter.

It took you a while to drift back off to sleep, but this time it was much easier. Tom slowly lifted the quilt over both your bodies, having you staying on top of him. He was comfortable, and in his arms was where you felt safest. Despite the amazing sex, there was something else about Tom you were discovering, and yet it was on the tip of your tongue not yet falling out. His hands were gentle, and even through the haze of the high you noticed how Tom wasn't taking advantage of you. His actions didn't go unnoticed, and you were grateful. Any other time it would have been completely different.

All throughout the night you would wake up suddenly. But, Tom hadn't moved a muscle. Feeling the fabric of his shirt against your numb cheek reminded you of that, or the sound of his heart beat. Tom was much better than any drug, and pillow for that matter. Your mind was a loud, busy place, and for a reason you didn't mind keeping a secret... Tom seemed to be your one traffic light, stopping the running people and racing cars.

And that's when it hit you.

You were falling for him. You were about to make that mistake all over again, everything you'd told yourself not to do you were doing. Every situation you had turned down just to get to where you are now was tracking back on you. Tom had you for a reason, he wrote those god damn rules for a reason!

He didn't want this. You didn-... You wanted this.

Oh god... You wanted this... But you thought that about Jake, and look what happened. What if he was hiding it? The fact he could be someone else on the inside. Was this some kind of game? God you were being paranoid.

This time you were gonna do something about it.

But could you?

Couldn't you just accept it?

That you were falling for him?

Think about it in the morning, Y/N. Just go to sleep...