Chapter 68 - Tom Riddle (Fluff Smut)

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Song: Love is a Bitch - Two Feet

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~ Tom's POV:

Unintentionally I was lying in her bed, she in my arms, I actually had much more important things to do than cuddling with her.

Although, I have to admit, it feels really good.

She doesn't judge me, she loves me as I am and is always there for me.

Even though the attention she gave me was often too much, I am happy to have her by my side.

"Tom?" I heard her and I just look at her.

She also looks at me and smiles slightly.

That smile, that girl in general, she cracks me up but...

I love it.

She sits on top of me and I slide back a little to sit as well, my hands firmly on her hips.

She scoots closer to me which makes me take a deep breath.

Her hands now on my neck, her eyes looking deep into mine, she's going to kill me...

Without hesitation I put my lips on hers, I can't resist her.

Just a kiss, that's all I had planned for today.

Then it occurs to me, since when have I been planning something with her.

We have the best sex spontaneously and we only have spontaneous sex.

In the forest.

In that one classroom.

In the common room.

Under the shower.

On the way to Hogwarts.

In one storage room.

On the Astronomy Tower.

Even in the hallways.

Or in the forbidden area of the library.

There are more places, like in the Chamber of Secrets.

But that doesn't matter now.

She returns the kiss, just not gently, like always, no this time it's with pleasure.

With desire and passion.

Does she want sex? Or just make out again?

Making out had become a rarity for us, she has a lot to do and so do I.

We hardly have any time left to spend in peace, friends often intervene.

That one day we finally saw each other at lunchtime, I was able to give her a quick kiss and then we didn't see each other again.

How come?

Friends wanted to do something with her and I still had a lot to do.

As I said, it's been very difficult to do anything alone with her lately.

I just keep kissing her.

But they aren't quick kisses that lead to sex right away.

No, it's kissing slowly, with love, with desire, with passion and a certain tenderness.

She doesn't know that I love it, at least I think so.

Her hands go under my T-shirt.

Did I mention that I don't wear my school uniform most of the time?

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