Disclaimer: Absolutely not mine. I'm just doing this for fun. Something needs to hold me over until the 26th.
Story Summary: Tom and Lynette learn how to push each other's buttons.
Spontaneous Combustion
A story by Ryeloza
One: Find the Sweet Spot
"What are you doing? Tom?"
"Shh!" he hissed. Then, as he was quickly learning that it was futile to order Lynette to do anything sans explanation, he clapped a hand over her mouth for good measure and pulled the door shut behind them. Now firmly ensconced inside the closet, Tom backed up as far as he could, blindly feeling around for a light as he went. His search stopped the moment he felt Lynette's tongue traipse over the creases of his palm. Pulling her flush against his chest, he murmured, "That's not the most convincing way to get me to let you go."
Lynette let out a huffy, if repressed, sigh and to Tom's great regret withdrew her tongue. Reluctantly, he dropped his hand and immediately she blurted out, "What the hell, Tom?"
"What?" He squeezed her a little tighter, burying his nose in her hair for a moment. "God, you smell good."
"Will you get a grip? We're at a party!"
"We're in a closet."
"A work function. What if someone catches us in here?"
Tom bent slightly so he could lower his mouth to her ear; he kissed her gently before he said, "I really couldn't care less."
"Tom…"
"Come on, Lynette. There are like a hundred people out there. No one is going to notice if we disappear for a little while."
"I can think of a few people."
Tom rolled his eyes, grateful that Lynette couldn't see him, and slowly began to kiss her neck. They'd only slept together three times, but Tom had already begun to catalogue the ways guaranteed to make her melt. Unfortunately, most of those involved her being naked—something she was apparently only willing to do in the privacy of the bedroom. Slowly he loped down to her shoulder, biting her gently. "I'm not sure you understand how hard this is for me."
"Oh I'm beginning to feel it."
He grinned, taking the innuendo as a good sign, and let his hands drift to her hips to pull her closer. "Working with you all day and then we have to come to this damn party. That's adding four whole extra hours to the amount of time until I see you naked again."
"You're ridiculous. We've only been dating two weeks."
"Yeah, but I've been imagining you naked for six."
"We met six weeks ago."
"And?" Tom moved his mouth to the back of her neck. "Why do you think I was staring at you in that elevator?"
Lynette tilted her head forward and made a little humming sound that Tom knew meant he was on the right track. He grinned and slowly began to make his way around toward her pulse point. As Lynette struggled to respond, he pressed his tongue firmly against her and then kissed the same spot.
"You…Mmm…You weren't…"
"Yes?" he mumbled.
"Stripping me naked in your mind."
"Oh no? You don't think I was imagining ripping your clothes right off of you…pushing you against the wall of that elevator…fucking you until you couldn't even remember your name…?" He punctuated his dirty talk by sucking hard on her neck and she moaned loudly. "We're gonna need to have a ton of sex before we even come close to matching the number of times I've fantasized about you."
"Well when you put it that way…"
Tom kissed her. "…Just can't resist."
She quickly proved how true that was.
