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As they exited the doorway Sybil turned to see how far behind her Tom was and slammed right into him. His hands extend out to her hips to steady her. Her hands automatically came to rest against his broad chest. Had she really thought him unbulky? She couldn't stop her fingers from pressing into the hard muscle, staring at the unyielding flesh beneath the soft black shirt. Her breath caught in her thought. Unable to take air in or out, she felt as if she was vibrating. His hands on her hips clenched the smallest amount as he tensed and stopped breathing as well. Sybil's eyes lifted slowly up past her where her hands were placed to the small amount of hair peeking from the neck of his tee. Gulping in air she raised her eyes to his, noticing his tongue darting out to wet his parted lips as if he meant to say something.

"I….I'm sorry, I didn't know you were that close" she said, her voice having taken on a whispered quality opposite the light happy volume they had been conversing in moments earlier.

"It's my fault, I've got silent feet." He said in a deep husky voice, not releasing her. His hands burning to feel her skin beneath where they rested on top of her flimsy over shirt. She looked just as surprised as he was by how electrically charged the air suddenly became surrounding them. He didn't want to push her but she had to feel this. Looking into her eyes he saw the realization dawn there. They were on the same page. This couldn't be denied with the physical evidence right there between them.

Sliding his hands from her slender hips he wrapped them slowly towards her back, delighting in the feeling of her relaxing into his chest. He felt her tiny fingers running up towards his shoulders, unsure if she was even conscious that she was doing it.

They seemed to be leaning closer, the space disappearing by centimeters as their face reached towards each other, until only a breath separated their mouths. Looking down at her closed eyes he took that as a green light and closed the final space between them, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss.

He felt her intake of breath as her hands came to grip at the back of his neck. As she breathed in, he breathed out, feeling like she was taking part his soul into her and he was happy to release it if it meant feeling like this. Her lips were soft and sweet, much like the person attached to them. Fighting the urge to deepen the kiss he pulled back slowly, offering one small peck to her lips to gage her response, it seemed as if she enjoyed it but he didn't want to presume too much.

Sybil felt like she was on fire. Her brain had completely stopped. She was unsure at first if she was having another attack but she didn't feel like she was on pause, she felt like she was on overdrive. Her skin was tingling all over and she felt like she was about to burst. It wasn't enough, she wanted more and he had stopped. Opening her eyes she looked up at his questioning gaze. He looked apprehensive.

"Was that ok?" he asked quietly.

She was sure her face was blank, trying to process everything swirling inside of her.

His face looked panicked by her lack of a reaction and he started to pull away. Snapped out of her own head Sybil grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled him towards her once again. He responded immediately, dragging her body back into his embrace as he deepened the kiss. His tongue snaked into her mouth sweeping over her parted lips. Sybil moaned at the feeling as one of his hands came to fist into her hair that had come undone from her messy bun. Feeling his answering "mmmm" vibrating through him as he walked her backwards the remaining two feet to the car door Sybil craved more of him.

Bracing one hand on the top of the car behind her Tom used his other hand resting on the back of her head to angle her head to allow him more access to her neck, breaking the kiss with a gentle nibble to her bottom lip he continued down licking and kissing her soft skin, faint traces of salt from her day of physical exertion, spurring him onward, down to her collar bone and back up to suckle at the spot right behind her ear. Using his hand to keep her curly locks out of his way, they smelled of vanilla and pine trees, just like Christmas.

Tom tried to suppress a moan as she grabbed him by the hips and crashed her pelvis into his hardened erection. Breathing heavily against her ear as he ground himself against her Tom grabbed her face with both hands, bringing her back to look into his eyes. Her face was flushed, her checks pinkened and her eyes lit with desire. He kissed her fully on the lips, slow and relaxed, coaxing her back down from the frenzy of a few seconds ago. He didn't want to ravage her in the parking lot, no matter what his body was urging him to do. She was delicate, fragile, and demanded to be treated gently. Reminding himself of all of this he offered her one last lingering kiss pulling back slowly as her hands hung limply from his hips, barely registering their presence.

Keeping one hand cupping her cheek he used the other to push the hair back from her face. Trying to regain their breathing Sybil opened her eyes, a faint trace of a smile lingering on her lips, plump from his attentions. "Well, um…I guess friends is off the table then."

--from chapter 9 of “One Step at a Time” by dorkout

the fall is kind of like broadchurch, which is amazing too! it's about a serial killer and has Jamie Dornan and Gillian Anderson and amazing!!! soa is grrrreat to binge bc it's super intense and all the way finished! so closure! yay!

the fall! also sons of anarchy was surprisingly great