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It had been weeks, maybe even a whole month or two since the last time you and Toji had seen each other, and it hung heavy over you like a black cloud- similar to the same ones that were currently battering at your windbreaker and clothes.

the last thing you remember was being ushered out of the house like some side piece before noon that day, you felt dismissed, despite his single promise that he would "come around again soon".

But you were tired, tired of him just 'coming around'. He told you he loved you the night before all the rush, the bustle before Megumi returned home. You wanted him to prove it, and silence proved nothing.

The time was closing in. It felt like so long ago you felt his addictive touch and the feeling had you cornered. Isolating yourself while you ran through the different scenarios of what may happen.

After finding some stupidity in your actions, you decided on yet another dumb decision in attempts to stop being a sulking hermit which landed you in the exact place you were now.

Post shitty college party, Car on the side of the road while your windbreaker flicked tightly around your form to keep out water, while numbers of other vehicles passed by without even a glance that hinted at remorse for your situation

"Why now?"

You thought aloud, calling, texting every contact you had in your phone except for one person. Of course.

"Hello?" You spoke, voice laced with a tense annoyance when someone finally answered.

"Hey, whats up?"

"Megumi- i need a ride, my car is stuck on the freeway, I'm pulled over but i seriously need a ride or else I'll have to stay out here tonight."

He hummed, tone laced with.

"Im sorry... i don't have my car right now and I'm currently with Itadori and Gojo working so i won't be of much help"

You sighed harshly which made him cringe with remorse and guilt.

"If i could help you i really would. I'm sorry. Be safe, ok?"

You could tell by the sound of your childhood friend's tone that he was being sincere, he didn't say sweet things very often but when he did he meant them with his heart. Like father like son perhaps. You shake the thought away.

"I will. Thank you."

As if this wouldn't make matters worse, there was only one last person you could call. Slamming the hood shut and slipping back into the driver's seat of your car for a moment of peace from the battering rain.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, contemplating with your pride, reason and rational. Was it worth it to sleep in your car tonight and call a cab in the morning? or should you just swallow what little pride you had left after trying to distract yourself from his absence and hitch a ride?

You swallowed your pride.

"Hey."

His gruff voice rang to your ears with a hint of surprise, and before even letting him say another word you said what had to be said.

"Listen, I'm sorry for bothering you but i need a ride. Im stuck on the side of the freeway because my car broke down and the towing company told me to just leave it here for them to take by morning." you sounded disgruntled and he could hear it lingering as you spoke.

You hastily breathed out the last of your sentence and heard him hum in response to your request while downing what sounded like a shot or some sort of booze.

"Im not busy. I can be there in 30 minutes. is that good enough princess?"

Your thighs clenched subconsciously at the pet name while he slyly spoke.

Fuck him and that silver tongue.

"Yes that's fine."

You tried to end the conversation as quickly as possible without letting him into your head and with a few more exchanges, you were left to wait, your mind unsuccessfully spiralling full of possibilities.

You had been unsure whether to be angry with him. The lack of communication was making this difficult especially after he reciprocated your feelings before but in the same breath neither of you had never truly put a label on it. In your mind, you were just another pretty thing to him.

Even with being around the house so much by nature of visiting Megumi, after the very first time you were trapped underneath him, the house never felt the same. The couch was tainted in your mind from the sound of your whimpers under him and god forbid, you couldn't even look at his room.

You were filled with this sense of guilt, for going behind Megumi's back, but also for blatantly giving into lust.

You raise the back of your hand and let it rest on your forehead while you settle back into the seat, contemplating every motion in the previous phone call.

He had not made much effort- if any at all- within the last little while to reach you, yet he still talks to you in that tone that's soaked with adoration and praise for your existence alone.

He still uses those pet names that make you shiver as if under his touch, while his body cages yours.

You let out a long-winded sigh at all the pleasant ideas roaming your head, the times from before where he pounded you into the couch and treated you like royalty for the rest of the day.

But such a dream was short-lived as you were ripped from it to the sound of a car pulling up behind you.

Your body moved on its own and you shifted, opening the door and snatching up any of your belongings just incase, before sauntering over to the car, headlights beaming against your body in the dark of night while the rain made efforts to penetrate any ounce of skin not perfectly covered.

You threw your bag into the back and swung yourself into the passenger's side. The confidence you had in facing him just now, simmering to a slow burn. The silence inside the cushion of his vehicle was about as loud as your thoughts.

He stared at you like prey. Though his eyes had this gentle luminance to them that you could just barely see.

"You should take that off, its wet and probably uncomfortable."

He speaks bluntly, flicking his tongue over his lips and scar out of habit while you shed a layer.

Once you've peeled the windbreaker from your body he takes it from your hands and tosses it the back seat.

"There's a hoodie in the back, wear it if you're cold."

And with that his hand palms the wheel and you take off. Leaving your poor car to sit the rest of the night at the side of the road.

Did he bring it for me? Or is it just here? You thought .

Taking a moment to breathe in the familiar space and him of course, you come to notice its rather late. The digital clock of the car reading;

[1:27 AM]

'im lucky anyone answered my calls at all' you thought, staring out the window as the droplets paint a mosaic of city lights against the glass.

"So" He started bluntly, breaking you from your silent observations.

"How did you get yourself into this position in the first place"

You pause, sighing slightly and staring off out the window for a moment, you didn't want to have this conversation right now. And he could tell, but before your thoughts could distract you any further you began answering him shallowly.

"I went to a party, didn't like it. Hated it actually. So I tried to go home."

"What made you hate it so much?"

His voice was endearing, showing genuine interest to your situation but you couldn't help but feel he already knew you had a different answer, a real answer to what he was asking about. The answer that he wanted you to say, in order to confirm his own suspicions and solidify your desires. You twisted in your seat, unenthused about his prodding.

"It was just- a stupid party? I don't know . . The people there weren't for me. They were annoying and loud-and trying to get in my pants."

"Didn't wanna have some fun?"

You froze, completely rigid.

"What?"

You wondered what you meant to him in that moment. Why he was pulling at your leg so insistently. Almost acting immature in the way he was coercing out your words. But there was a skill to it, like he knew what he was doing.

"You think I don't know why you went?"

His free hand shifted from its resting point on the clutch to your thigh, a heat spreading over your body like never before.

"Ive dated much longer than you. Its obvious when a pretty little thing like you is looking for a distraction."

You brushed his hand away defensively, to which he retracted.

"Ya okay, 'old man' "

Your face tilted away from him, staring out the window as the car came to a stop.

"I can please you much better than some college prick" He half grins, his hand palms the wheel once more, eyes now focused back on the road.

"Yes, you can please me. But can you love me?" your hand which was laying on your own leg, now balls into a fist.

His heart sank in his chest. The sarcastic demeanour that he was once posturing to you fell away.

"What makes you say that, doll"

You stare at his carved face, defined jaw and pretty green eyes and see the way his face sinks softly at your words. Wincing mentally at the after-effects of what you had said.

"You've barely made any effort to contact me. How can I not be frustrated with you?"

He palms his jaw with his free hand, his right hand still firmly in place against the wheel "im sorry. I should have been clearer, but I've been trying to sort some old things out so I can give you my time, darling"

You begin to stutter on as you become more upset. Feelings flooding back from before and he can practically hear his heart clench as you begin to utter slightly choked up words. Though he of course would never admit it.

"I mean i wasn't sure you-- you've been so distant i thought you just used me like one of those typical assholes." You spat

His sudden silence was deafening as the car turned down your street, the familiar scenery becoming more of a nightmare as the tension boiled inside the car.

He sighs softly.

"I don't just tell anyone i love them"

Your teary eyes follow his voice and trace over his body softly before stopping at his face. Your guard begins to lower slightly as he speaks in a tone you've never heard from him before, full-fledged guilt.

"Make sense, kid?"

You can't help but break a smile, unsure if from the nickname or simply the tension and stress pulling at the corners of your mouth like a puppeteer, hanging your head before letting out a small laugh.

"Don't call me kid Toji that's just weird."

He smirks, that signature smirk and tilts your chin to him, however you resist with all your might and begin asking questions.

"still Toji... I don't understand why you couldn't have texted me"

he shifts awkwardly, a sight you've never seen before. Suddenly the space this huge man takes up was shrinking.

"Look... I want to take my time with you and my Megumi's mother and I..."

You flinch at the words, surely they didn't have something going on still? They had been separated since you and Megumi were teens...

Your stomach swirls at even the idea that you could now be rummaging in the affairs of both Megumi's parents, as if the guilt of fooling around with Toji was not already a hump to get over. Your hand braces on the car door as if to flee in response to his next words.

He sees your body language and elaborates. "We haven't been together for some time, but on paper we are still not divorced... I intend to fix that." he states bluntly.

You blink softly. "It was all just because of paperwork...?"

"Yes. I had to fly to Osaka to begin the process."

A part of you was still frustrated that he didn't reach out as much. But the conversation enlightens you that this sparked because he is interested in you. This lifts your spirits a lot more about your relationship.

He scratches his head as the lack of your voice makes the car seem deafening, attempting to breach the silence with admittance "I'm horrible at texting... I'm used to having burners because of work, if that's any context."

To you, the silence of your thoughts is loud, and as you fiddle with your hands lost in thought, he brings you back down to reality while your brain files through possibilities, and processes his statements.

"So... would you still like to go home, or come home with me?"

You weigh the options in your head, your cold house and large, unoccupied bed at 2 in the morning, or him. For all the avoidance you've done, could you swallow his answers back now? Were they really the answers you wanted?

"I choose you," he smirks in response, but you stop him before he gets ahead of himself.

"But- I want you to start choosing me too."

His stone-faced expression is marked with a vague softness and apologetic nature while he admires your courage to be straight with him and nods in agreeance. This attitude was a stark contrast to the girl he had swooning and stuttering in his living room before. Perhaps the lack of sleep and the stress as of late had you numb to your own nerves.

When his car pulls into his dimly lit driveway, you're just about falling asleep, to which he comes around and pulls you from the passenger seat, balancing your belongings in the clasp of his fingers just barely.

"I can walk you know..." you mumble to him.

He chuckles, setting your things at the door and plunking you in his bed. "I'm well aware, doll"

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You roll over, and last nights memories flood back in a lull, and then in a panic as you realize this not to be the well-loved sheets of your own home but rather the soft sheets of Toji's bed, his scent plastered all over them. Alas, the soft kiss on your forehead wasn't a mere hallucination from lack of sleep.

Your head jolts upwards, staring at the clock in a panic seeing it read

[12:07]

It was past noon.

You stumble rather ungracefully, looking for any semblance of clothing to throw over your bottom half while your top half is conveniently draped in his crewneck sweater. However, your belongings are nowhere to be seen, likely still by the front door. You doubly panic.

Megumi will be back any moment now. He always comes back on the weekends around this time.

You find a stray pair of shorts, slipping them on and rushing out into the centre of the house like a lunatic.

To your surprise, neither Megumi or Toji were anywhere to be seen, which might have been a godsend since you were almost entirely dressed in Toji's things.

You peer towards the front door, seeing your belongings from last night had been moved.

You worry of where you placed your things, your keys, your wallet.

Gods, you really just let him take the reins and bring your ass to bed without thinking twice.

You open the front door in a rather panicked fashion only to be hit with the sight of sun beaming onto... Your car?

You had not the faintest clue of the magic he may have worked with the towing company to get it here instead of your house but alas, There he was, your keys dangling from the pocket of his jeans, black shirt sticking to his skin from sweat as he leaned over the hood of your car, grunting in dissatisfaction at whatever wasn't going his way.

The grass clung to your ankles slightly as you stepped to the side to see what he was doing, not wanting to scrape your bare feet on the stones in the driveway. However, you were a little preoccupied staring at the bead of sweat trailing down his neck.

"I didn't know you were a mechanic", you rub your eyes.

He smirks, coming out from his bent over position under the hood and moving towards you. His scar stretches softly as your hands find his waist, smirk turning to a grin at this gesture.

"Mm.. it seemed easier than waiting for you to stir"

You scoff. "It was a long night"

"I've given you longer im sure" your face flushes, and he squeezes your hand.

He turns to you, grinning fully once again at the sight of your slightly dishevelled, half-awake self staring up at him, kissing the top of your head softly. Your body ripples at this act, stomach fluttering and you're certain its not just from being ravenously hungry.

"I don't wanna get my greasy hands all over your pretty self, doll, but you're welcome to help yourself to somethin to eat".

Your mind swirls with ideas as your eyes drop to his shirt, clinging to his body from the sweat. Something about seeing him in such a domestic state, rather than blankly naked or dressed in professional wear stirred something inside you. The perfect in-between from vulgarly nude and 'office appropriate' that had your gears turning.

"What about Megumi though? Are the boys not coming back?"

You settled into this way of speaking to him that felt more natural as he leaned against the front bumper of your car, wiping his forehead with his arm, the propped hood providing some shade.

"No. Itadori called earlier saying something about extra jobs, they'll be back in a few days" he states bluntly.

You can't help but smirk a little bit. A free afternoon sounded like a perfect solution to your mid-semester stress, much better than a shitty frat party with guys half his size. Height, you mean, but yes that too. You nod, agreeing to stay.

He grins softly as you turn away from him, soaking in the sight of you as your hand wraps around the doorknob to go inside.

"Why don't you finish up and show me what I've been missing?"

His eyes go wide, the door shutting quickly behind you as you sneak inside, an almost childish grin on your face.

You hear the sound of the hood closing as you scamper to the kitchen, stomach swirling in anticipation, body vibrating like electricity.

A moment passed, albeit quick, and while you're rummaging through the fridge the front door swings open, his shoes sliding off with an uncanny gentleness for his large frame.

You look towards him as he rounds into the kitchen, like animals scanning their prey, a string of excitement coiling your being as he scoops you up with no prior notice.

Your laugh echoes off the walls softly, and for the first time, you hear a genuine chuckle come from his mouth.

You catch each other's eyes as his fingers firmly hold your thighs after placing you on the counter.

This man, always stoic and unreadable had let his walls down in front of you, even if just barely a sliver of who he was, there was a joy to be gained from that. The room falls to a comfortable silence until he openly interrupts it.

"You're staring" he states bluntly, to which your face flushes a soft pink

"There's lots to look at"

the scar on the corner of his mouth stretches in approval of your banter, leaning in closer to your face.

"I can give you more." your heart thumps in your chest, but you steel yourself for a moment.

"that does sound lovely but... do you think theres more for us to talk about?"

His eyes lock with yours, and if even for a moment, you see a small pool of anxiety in his eyes. His hands tighten around your thighs ever so slightly.

"I'm still finding out how to be a good partner for you." The silence in the room was so delicately powerful you'd think you'd gone deaf if it weren't for the awkward humming of the fridge.

'Partner..' you ruminated on the word in your mind, steeling yourself to pay close attention as he slowly revealed himself.

"I had thought that there was no purpose to any of it after Megumi's mother." The thought of her on his lips looks bitter, venomous, like he hates to acknowledge it.

"I had been in bed with many women after her, fillin' the void... kind of thought I outgrew feelin' entirely until I noticed you were into me." his shallow admittance, although dismissive in nature, was still brutally honest. You let your hand fall to caress his abdomen, silently letting him know that there was more room for him to speak if he so wished.

"I think I got a bit ahead of myself with you. I shoulda figured this all out, told you this before taking you to bed but..." he inhales as if dragging off a cigarette, his chest expanding and then falling ever so slightly, his eyes catching the kitchen window to your right instead of your face. "But, hah, what can we do hm, doll? I guess i'm just still figurin' it all out." he laughs shallowly. Its awkward, and almost funny. You've never seen him anything other than sly or stoic, and while his gestures and nature are still so while he talks, there's a hint of uncertainty which you can tell, secretly is driving him crazy.

Perhaps talking about it at all is mind-numbing for him.

The sound of your voice breaks the silence. "Well... i'm not going anywhere... so take your time."

He smirks a bit, but it's more a gentle and defeated smile.

"You always say the right things, doll." His hands rub across your thighs

"Sometimes I wonder if you're startin' to make me a bit soft." His green eyes catch yours again

You smile gently, bringing a hand up and gently running your fingers over his neck. The stickiness from the outside had dried off his skin at this point. All that was left was the smell of salt, and the musk of his favourite cologne which was baked into his skin like it never left.

"Is that so bad, Toji?" You wet your lips out of habit and nerves. The more time you spend entwined, talking, the more your bodies lean into each other.

Before you can come to realize, his arms are coiled further around you, holding you, with your one hand slipping to caress his side and the other moving up to his hair as he leans in closer, noses touching ever so slightly.

"Maybe not..." he says, trailing as his breath hits your lips. There's a tenderness in this closeness, but also a hint of hesitation.

It wasn't the same as being tossed around fervently, like the almost hurried and desperate times before; instead, Toji was doing exactly as told. He was taking his time.

He was drinking every minute of this softness in. There was a genuine look on his face which was almost scarily unfamiliar.

Even in this unfamiliarity, though, he was still him. His brows had that permanent light creasing after years of frowning, his eyes had that same piercing but tired-looking stare, and it was all for you, all for the taking.

Your body shivers almost undetectably at this closeness, your filled with a sort of breathlessness.

"I love you." it comes off your lips like a spell you didn't know you could cast, the room merely disappearing, almost ringing as everything else ceases to exist.

His lips meet yours in response, tangling together, entranced in you, as hesitation melted away, his fingers traced your thighs, up and down in a repetitive motion, as your kisses turned from explorative to meditative

He kissed you like he knew exactly how, and you returned the sentiment. The world around had been almost completely forgotten.

His arms wrapped further around you, and as your faces pulled away after what felt like centuries, you both paused for a momentary breath.

He looked into you as if asking for permission, and wordlessly, you let him hoist you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you off from the counter, continuing your soft kisses.

Using primarily one arm to support your weight, his other arm would ocassionaly let go of you to redirect himself or feel around for a door frame and shield you from it, as to not scrape your body.

After the slow, drawn-out wander from the kitchen, you sensed the dimly lit space of his bedroom, the scent of him becoming stronger in between kisses before he gently set you down.

From here, he sat as well, and allowed you to position yourself however comfortable, ending up with him laying with his back up against the bedframe and pillows as you straddled his waist.

Your tongues twisted, his hot hands running under your shirt, fingers tracing the waist line of the shorts you had on, which were obviously much too big for you since they weren't yours in the first place.

A heat began to spread across your abdomen, a slight twinge of desperation, but you wouldn't miss a moment of this, and so you worked your hands into his hair, pulling softly.

He grinned gently against your lips in response, the sweet whimpers coming from you and the hums bubbling from his throat were telling enough of both your enjoyment.

One of your hands slipped down, first caressing his abdomen, lifting his shirt slightly to expose his chiseled frame, then surpassing it to sneak between your legs.

He cocked a brow at this, peeking an eye open at you for a mere moment, until you shifted your weight out of the way and began palming at his cock through his clothes.

He hummed in satisfaction against your lips, eyes closed, gently catching your lips with his teeth making you whimper softly against him.

As you pulled away for a momentary breath, your hand paused for just a moment, feeling him hard as a rock against your palm, making you grin knowingly.

He almost fucked you right there, just merely in the way he was looking at you, but there was something much more tantalizing about you both exercising restraint than there was in rushing the moment.

With every heartbeat, he ate you up, licking his scar mindlessly as his eyes and hands dragged up and down your body.

His hands then slid up your thighs and under your shorts, and then against your underwear as he ran his fingers against the somewhat guilty spot which had formed, showing your excitement.

You let out a whimper, palm releasing from where it had been rubbing against him as he pulled you closer.

"You're just such a good girl, hm?"

"Look how wet you are... all for me."

Your breath caught in your throat, it was like you couldn't breathe for a moment as his fingers worked past your underwear and dipped into you

You began unravelling in front of him, hips hovering over his waist as he fucked you on his fingers overtop of him, your body dipping ever so slightly to meet his rhythm.

You adjusted your position to get more comfortable, wanting more of this feeling, coiling your arms around him, you let yourself rest into his neck as he leaned down, placing kisses and bites along your shoulder while he continued to let you ride this high.

He throbbed in his pants at the sight of you, your hand reaching back, desperately feeling around for the button on his pants before releasing it and fidgeting with the zipper.

He smirked slyly at this, all the while feeling the heat of your breath against his skin between the soft sounds you kept making, which were driving him up the wall.

As his pace began to pick up, you whimpered more, beginning to bite and suck into his neck which he grunted at.

"Mm.. Toji.."

His ears burned red hot at the sound of you, his entire body covered in a blanket of heat that was indescribable.

Your fingers pestered him with attempts to reach below his pants. He responded by using his free hand, which had been caressing your body to loosen them and then hap hazardly kick them off.

This was more than satisfactory for you, licking a trail up his neck, you met him at his lips momentarily, and then leaned back up on your knees.

You bit your shirt, pulling it up over your head to expose your breasts to him, throwing it to the side, your body now fully on display, hair dishevelled as his fingers dipped in and out of you, thumb gently massaging your clit

While you steadied your weight on your knees and a single hand on his chest, your other hand reached back, beginning to stroke his cock to which he bit his lip at, head falling back against the headboard.

"Fuck... " he trailed

You grinned, whimpering in response, his lack of visual attention for the moment didn't distract him from pumping his fingers in and out of you and hitting every spot that drove you up the wall.

You could feel the tension in your lower abdomen building.

But you wouldn't give him the satisfaction just yet.

You leaned forwards against, almost as if to kiss him or fall against his chest once more, which garnered his attention back to your face, only for you to gently slide his fingers out of you, to which he looked a bit confused

Only to be met with pleasure as his mouth peeked open while you slid down onto his cock instead.

"Ahh.. fuck, so wet pretty girl.. where'd you learn to be so sly, mm?"

He gently grabbed your face, perhaps almost an act to ground himself as you eveloped him in pleasure, finding a rhythm in your hips and sliding up and down along his length.

He matched your pace, slowly but surely building as you he fucked into you, completely lost in eachother, his body moved almost like time wasn't real but his hands were fervent to see you come undone on top of him as he returned to circling your clit with his fingers.

"Mm.. Toji, ah- fuck.."

You dropped your head, eyes closed, lip gently stuck between your teeth as you focused on the movement of your hips, hair strands falling over your face, he was entranced with you.

"That's it... take it" He praised, causing a wave of warmth to wash over you for the millionth time.

The slowness of it all was driving him crazy, the way you wrapped around him, the perfect picture infront of him of you riding him like you were meant for this. He couldn't have been closer to heaven.

His hand gently slid onto your neck, applying only the slightest pressure as his hips worked to meet yours a little quicker, fingers still prodding at your most sensitive parts.

He watched as the increase in stimuli had you falling apart, your hands, once firmly planted on him, now slowly losing their grip as you both became lost in it all.

The sounds in the room were anything but holy, a bubble of sounds coming from the two of you as soft wet noises echoed at the sounds of slicked skin meeting skin.

Your fingers twitched, raking soft lines into his abs which had him furrowing his brows in pleasure as he once again quickened his pace into you.

Though not rushed, the faster pace had you almost unable to breath between the gentle moans you were letting off into the air, and so he helped to ground your body as your hands went loose again, planting his hands firmly on your waist as he fucked into you.

"Fuck.. im close.." he mumbled out, his face buried in concentration, eyes still intent on watching you as your back arched in response to his motions

"Mm, T-Toji..."

You slurred on your speech a bit, strands of hair sticking to your face, as he felt you clench down around him. He almost lost it right in that moment but he steeled himself, ensuring he didn't lose his place as he massaged your clit with his fingers, his pace slowing ever so slightly.

You tightened up more around him, to which you both moaned in response to, as the muscles in your abdomen shook, a warning sign that you too were reaching your peak.

"Thats it sweetheart..." he continued thrusting gently into you as your hips moved down into his, almost desperately now meeting his movements, as if you were too caught up in the feelings to think.

As he continued, your body trembled, curling forwards into him betraying you as you tried to fight off this climax any longer as he hit the perfect spots inside you, your breath caught in your throat and a long strung out melody of moans and breathy whimpers came from you as your legs shook around him

"Fuck..!" he exclaimed quietly through gritted teeth as you squeezed around him, unable to fight his own pleasure and he released inside you, his throbbing only working you through even more, until you were shaking and batting his hands away from your now overly sensitive body.

For a moment there was nothing but silent breaths, still buried to the hilt inside you as you leaned forwards, body curled into his chest.

He slowly repositioned, sliding out of you and feeling as the mess you two made left itself apparent on his skin.

He grinned, letting out a soft laugh as he brought your face to his.

"You okay?"

He stated gently, moving a few strands of hair off your face.

"Yeah.. you?"

You said, amidst catching your breath, repositioning yourself and sitting up on top of him, careful not to move too far back, otherwise you could be going for round two.

He tilted his head, then slyly smiled, grabbing your face with a mere bit of force and bringing you in closer for a much-needed, tongue-twisting kiss.

As you both pulled away, you smiled, and he replied to your question

"Don't think I've ever been asked before"

You peer at him, maybe with almost a hint of pity in your eyes. "Really? Well then, I'll keep asking."

He smirked, the piercing look in his gaze now gone, only filled with a tired look of exertion, as he palmed around for a spare blanket before bringing you to his chest and throwing the blanket over you both.

You happily pushed into his chest, curling up against his body as he caressed his hand over your bare skin.

"I think I'd like that".