The devil may smile with an angel's face

[godofcologne]

After the conversation with Edward, Thomas stayed in his room and let his mind wander, let the Hunger guide his thoughts through a maze of possibilities. He tried to ignore how the exercise, even the planning, was a rush, how it made the blood rush through his veins. Between his fingers, he toyed with a business card, once in a while rereading the

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[godofcologne]

When Alice walked in, the business card got tossed somewhere between his bed and the dresser. Thomas wasn't worried. The thing had a habit of showing back up. Besides, he'd memorized the number. He followed Alice into the bathroom, ignoring the stale sour smell and the stain on the dress that ended up on a pile against the far wall. "If I answered that now with a yes, I'm sure something will blow up in my face before the night's over to change my answer," he replied, sliding an arm around Alice's waist

[godofcologne]

There had been plans. Thomas distinctly recalled making said plans while taking Alice's stockings off. There had been a plan to move them back to an actual bed, for example, but when Alice's legs wrapped around him, pulled him into her with a chorus of needy whimpers, those plans became a lot less important. His arms wrapped around Alice's slight frame, fingers digging into her back, as he tried to keep his hips still, to revel in the feel of being so thoroughly surrounded by heat and desire

[manicpixydream]

Getting teased and touched and ultimately screwed senseless was the kind of thing a girl usually wanted to lose herself in, and it was a pretty tricky balance to strike, what with all the relief he was steadily giving her at the same time as making her crave more of him like she needed it to survive. Alice was trying to focus on the second one, wrapped around him panting and writhing being a spotlight stealer, Her hips were meeting his as hard and fast as they could without actually hurting him, an edge that'd been deliciously refined in the last two weeks.

But eventually it'd all become too much, relief from that much pain being almost on par with everything else he was doing to her, and her legs tightened around him while her whole body curved shaking with the waves of release, muscles tensing and slacking. For a minute the whole world was silence except for Alice in her own head, and both their cries echoing off the tile and porcelain.

[godofcologne]

The feel of Alice's legs tightening around his waist as her entire body seemed to shake and convulse with release sent Thomas over the edge right along with her, pulling her tight against him, arching hard into her as strength flooded every inch of his body. He cried out then, a raw note of inarticulate release, and stilled against her, pressing light kisses to Alice's forehead as their cries echoed and faded to silence.

Thomas didn't say anything, having learned that particular lesson over the course of two weeks. Instead, he ran a hand through her hair, slowly, continuously, and waited for Alice to catch her breath.

[manicpixydream]

Jasper could call him Thomas Tylenol all he liked, there was no way there was any little pill that did that or she'd have heard of it. And a pill could never be this warm and sweet, all holding her and petting her while she rested her head against his chest. Plus people would never leave their houses and human civilization would collapse or something.

And in the mist that she got to float in when she was wrapped around Thomas like this, the only sour note was realizing how much she'd really needed it just to get her head cleared. It might not always be like that, there had been lots of stuff going down but then there always seemed to be. Easiest if she didn't worry about it until the next not-angry-why-do-you-ask phone call from Jasper. Way easiest to smile, contentedly tangled up with him. She didn't even have to say thank you 'cause he'd get the gratitude coming off her in waves

[godofcologne]

(( Desquish with mirrors!))