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The sound of her favorite song filled the kitchen, her hips moving perfectly with the beat. Tom stood in the entrance to the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe, watching the way his girl moved in the soft lighting of the kitchen. Tom loved the way she looked when she was dressed up to go out, and he was entranced by the sight of her. Really, he loved the way she looked all of the time, but dressed to go out... well, that was always quite a sight. She was wearing a form-fitting black dress that came down to her mid-thigh, and a pair of black heels. Her hair was wild and curly, the way Tom liked so he could tangle his fingers into it, and she had painted her lips a bright red, paired with perfect winged eyeliner that could cut.
He had promised himself that he wouldn't get caught up; that the two of them would make it to the party they'd been planning on attending. He promised himself that he'd take it slow tonight, and not jump into anything right away. But all of that flew out the window when he saw her dancing in the kitchen, her eyes closed as she swayed along with the song.
Tom couldn't help himself, and he moved across the kitchen toward her, his feet hitting the wooden flooring silently. His arms slid around her waist from behind, pulling her body back into his chest. She jumped a little in surprise, but then relaxed into his touch, resting her arms over his. Tom began moving to the beat with her, their hips swaying together. These kind of moments were some of Tom's favorites, and he could see himself spending every single night of the rest of his life like this with his girl.
Leaning forward slightly, Tom rested his chin on her shoulder. He was humming along with the song, and she let her eyes close as she listened to his voice. The humming stopped suddenly, and he mumbled into her ear, "You look so fucking gorgeous tonight, darling. Drop. Dead. Gorgeous."
She let out a breathy laugh, opening her eyes and flicking them up and to the side to try to get a better look at her boyfriend. All she could really see from her angle was his mess of curly brown hair, as he had buried his face into the crook of her neck. Her hips were still moving with his slowly, and she slid her palm across his arm, which was sitting low on her hips to keep her close to him.
The song came to an end, and they slowed their movements slightly but didn't stop swaying together. There was a moment of quiet between songs, and she spoke up, "Tom, we need to get going if we want to make it to the party."
His response came out in a grumble, his breath hitting her neck, "Do we have to go?"
An involuntary huff escaped her lips as her fingers slid between his, locking together tightly. "Tom, I got all dressed up, and now you don't even want to go?"
"Well," he started, his voice quiet but persistent, "I did want to. But now I've seen my beautiful girl, and I have other plans in mind." Her eyebrows raised instantly, one corner of her mouth tilting up into a smile as she leaned back a little to press herself closer to him. Tom's breath caught in his throat, but she could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke again, "Plus, we've already seen all the parties, my love, they're all the same. Can't we just... stay here, and dance to this?"
The next song had started playing, and with Tom's hands on her hips, moving their bodies together, she couldn't help but to agree. Her hand gave his a squeeze as she breathed out, "Okay." She could feel Tom's smirk against her neck the moment the word passed her lips.
A new song was playing, and it took them a moment to find their rhythm. But as soon as they did, it was magic, the way they moved together. One of Tom's hands came up to brush her hair aside, then moved it back down to rest on the curve of her waist. Tom leaned into his girl, pressing his lips to her neck lightly, barely even letting them touch her skin. They were the ghosts of kisses, trailing up and down her neck slowly. Only a moment later Tom's lips were fully pressed to her skin, in the spot Tom knew would make her sing. The second his lips touched that spot, her head tilted back with her eyes closed, and one of her hands came flying up to tangle itself in Tom's hair.
Tom always knew what to do; he how to make her feel good. It felt like his lips were everywhere, and her body was on fire with each kiss, each touch. He made his mark on her neck, a deep blue and purple bruise forming underneath the surface of her skin.
A few more dark colored marks left on her skin later, she had turned herself around to face Tom, slipping her fingers through the belt loops on his jeans. She looked up to Tom, and he could see the mischievous glint in her eye as she whispered, "Come closer." She didn't even give him a chance, though, and with a rough tug at his belt loops, she had pulled his body into hers. Tom's hands came down to grab hers, and he lifted them up so her hands were at the back of his neck. His hands dropped once more, grabbing ahold of her hips.
Their bodies were pushing up against each other as if they weren't already close enough. Hips to hips, chest to chest, but it wasn't enough. They never danced like this - at least, not when they were sober. It was a different experience like this, but they both enjoyed it. Tom enjoyed being clear-headed, being able to look down at his girl and watch the way she moved against him. She enjoyed being this close to him, feeling everything, as if her senses were dialed to eleven.
The kitchen light hung above them, Tom's figure casting a shadow down onto her. When she looked up at him, he was backlit by the soft yellow light from the kitchen ceiling, and she swore he had never looked better. "Tom," her voice was a whisper, "I love you."
His lips turned up into a smile as he gently pushed her back into the counter, "I love you, too, darling." Tom dipped down, pressing his lips to hers, as he pressed his body closer to her. His fingers tangled into her curled hair, her palms resting against his chest as they kissed. Soon, her fingers curled into his maroon shirt, fisting the fabric in her hands. The kiss was needy and passionate, and in a moment, Tom's tongue was swiping across her bottom lip.
An upbeat song was still playing, so she moved her hips against his. Tom let out a groan against her mouth at the feeling of her hips grinding against his. She loved the sounds he made and continued her movements, his hands tugging at her hair lightly.
The song ended a few minutes later, the silence of the lull between songs filled the kitchen as the pace of their kissing slowed. Their song, a slower one, was the next one on the playlist and they couldn't help but pull away from the kiss with huge grins on their faces. Tom's forehead coming to rest against hers. She let out a soft laugh at the situation, a short chuckle leaving Tom's lips.
It was silent again for a few moments before Tom spoke up, "I could stay awake all night just looking at you." A smile appeared on her face as he pulled her away from the counter, and swayed back and forth with her in his arms.
He took his hand in hers and spun her around, her hair flying behind her as she twirled. Her laugh filled the air, and he pulled her back into his chest, pressing a kiss to her lips after repeating what he'd said earlier, "Let's just dance to this."
