A/N:

I hope you've had an awesome and amazingly happy birthday DianneBaquran! (:

Regarding this chapter... it's my first time writing something this...explicit...so I'll apologize in advance if this makes any of you feel awkward in anyway...or if its bad... seriously,if it's bad tell me!

Ps: Sorry that I'm only uploading now, but I was having a really hard time finish this>_<
(no pun intended)

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Jamz

"The Serpent's Teeth"
(A Tom Riddle love story)

8th February 1945
Saturday

I'm comfortably sitting in Tom's room and stare with a warm cup of tea in hand into the sparking fire.

"What are you thinking about Hazel?" Tom asks into the silence and puts his hands on my shoulders.

"Nothing in particular," I smile weakly and lay my head back to look at him.

He is so beautiful and looks so human in this exact moment that I can't resist to grab his dark gray shirt and pull him down to me so that I can kiss him.

Tom returns the kiss for a short while and then breaks away from me.

I pout slightly at his actions, and watch as he walks around the chair and enlarges it with a flick of his wand.

He then sits down beside me and lifts the blanket that I have spread across my bare legs, because I'm already wearing one of his shirts and am ready for bed, and also slips underneath.

He raises his arm invitingly and I slide closer to him, so that I can lean on his side.

"Now I don't have any chocolate chip cookies at hand," he says dryly after some time and makes me giggle.

"For what are you a wizard?"

"Not for this," he says, amused.

"Hmm," I pout and cuddle deeper under the covers.

"Then you shouldn't have started talking about cookies."

Tom keeps a straight face and kisses me on the back of the head.

"Undo your braid," he orders and then tugs lightly on my hair.

Sighing, I detach myself from him, and undo the braid.

With one hand he strokes my hair over my shoulder and pulls me back in.

As soon as I lean back on him, he begins to play with my hair.

"I like your hair. It shimmers like red silk." Tom says after a few moments, and twirls a strand around his fingers.

"If you like it so much, why do I always have to keep it in a braid or bun?" I frown confused.

He laughs softly and joyless.

"You belong to me," he says making a fist with my hair, pulling it briefly and carefully.

"No one should be able to see it. If I could I would lock your way," he chuckles and makes me feel quite queasy.

His future self is sure capable of doing that.

"You would never do that, right?" I ask anxiously looking up to him.

"Nothing that you wouldn't want," he reassures me and strokes just above my upper arm.

Sighing, I lean my head on his shoulder and enjoy his proximity, the heat that radiates from his body, his smell, which can cause a variety of emotions in me depending on the situation.

Peace, security, relaxation or simply the overwhelming desire to be near him, to feel him everywhere, never let go of him again.
The desire to be with him until the end of my days.

Slowly I turn my head to him and stretch myself so I can kiss him on the cheek.

"What was that for?" He looks at me confused.

"Can't I just kiss my boyfriend?"

"You can," he replies seriously, turns fully to me, takes my face in his hands and kisses me tenderly on the lips.

"And what have I done to earn that?" I ask him, smiling slightly.

He shrugs his shoulders and gently strokes my cheek.

I reach up smiling and kiss him again.

First I kiss him simply on the mouth, then I carefully run my tongue over his lower lip asking for entrance.
He immediately obliges but takes the lead, pushing me back lightly,and kisses me determinative.

I let my hands slide over his shoulders placing my arms firmly around his neck.

A warm tingling spreads through my body giving me an incredible feeling of happiness.

I never would have thought that someone may trigger these feelings within me.

Never.

I never thought that I would love someone who loves me back and cares this much for me.

His hands sweep slowly through my hair, down my back and stop at my waist.

The tingling gets stronger as he holds me.

I feel warmth spreading in my lower abdomen, and a little ashamed I try to pull myself away from him.

I know him well enough to know that he wouldn't be too happy, if I fall all over him like some sex crazed cave woman.

With a small smile I look up to him and sink into his dark eyes.
The flickering of the fire emphasizes the red cast in his eyes making them shine dangerously and at the same time protectively down on me.
His high cheekbones cast shadows on his face and let it look more distinctive.

He is simply beautiful.

His delicate hands close around my head, hold me tight as he kisses me once more.

This time with more feeling, more depth.

With fluttering lashes I close my eyelids and give myself completely to this overwhelming feeling.

Carefully, I kneel down during the kiss, leaning toward him.

He pulls me closer to him and strokes my back.

Suddenly he breaks away from me and stands up.

Breathing heavily, I look up to him and watch with wide eyes as he walks around the chair and comes to stand behind me.

I quickly turn around, so I don't lose sight of him.

How can he get up in such a moment?

Still kneeling on the couch I smile up at him shyly.

Tom bends down to me confidently and kisses me demandingly.

His hands are on my waist and give me no chance to move away or break the kiss.

Breathing heavily, I claw my fingers in his hair and pull it slightly.

In response, he lifts me up so that I'm sitting on the arm of the chair and my bare legs are wrapped around his waist.

His hands wander gently over my body.

My own hands wander searchingly over his back, his stomach, his chest.

The interfering substance suddenly upsets me terribly.

Can't he take his damn shirt off?

With a jerk he lifts me up and carries me to the bed.

He makes me carefully slide onto the mattress without breaking the kiss.

His hands begin to wander all over my body.

Tom hesitates for a moment as his hands reach my breasts before he strokes them gently and begins to massage them.

I let my hands wander again and also go under his shirt to feel his warm skin.

A tingling spreads through my body, a tingling sensation that shuts my mind off and makes me more daring to explore.

I determinedly pull his
T-shirt over his head, and we break the kiss, panting and gasping for air.

"This is your last chance to say no." Tom says to me and I kiss him as an answer.

Piece by piece, we undress one another and explore each others bodies.

His touch sends small electric shocks through my body, and my head doesn't seem to be able to process the information.

He kneels naked between my legs and caresses my thighs, my belly, my breasts. There isn't an inch of my body that he leaves unexplored.

Slowly, he lies down on top of me and kisses me.

Tom withdraws his lips from mine and starts sucking and kissing down my neck which in turn makes me gasp in a mixture of surprise and pleasure.

His lips move on to my breasts.

His teeth hunt a shiver down my spine as he sucks my nipple and his kisses make me forget the world around us.

Startled, I draw a breath as I feel his tip at my opening.

Tom continuously invades me and I bite my lip and not pain.

A sting runs through my abdomen as he fills me and for a moment he stops moving, breathing heavily before he begins to move once again.

After a while initial pain subsides with each thrust and I start to relax and move my hips to his rhythm.

A thin layer of sweat forms on our bodies and I feel like I'm getting closer to my climax.

Toms tarts moving faster and driving me over the edge.

I bite firmly into his shoulder whilst trying to oppress a loud moan.

At the same time Tom lets out an low grunt and cums with another heavy blow.

He immediately rolls off of me and lies down beside me.

Breathing heavily, I look up at the ceiling and wonder if that was just the right decision.

Tom doesn't say a word to me, he just lays there breathing deeply in and out.

Swallowing hard I try to sort out my feelings, but before I can think clearly again, Tom pulls me into his arms.

He lovingly kisses the top of my head and strokes my bare back.

Silently I put my hand on his chest, listening to his firm, a little too fast heartbeat, that slowly but surely lulls me to sleep.