Happy holidays.
If you told me a few months ago that I was gonna write a character/reader fic I woulda been like nah that ain't me. Its amazing how fast people can change.
It took a lot more effort than you thought to get Tabitha out of his pants– well, he didn't actually have his pants off yet, just his sweater, but it was a start. They were going to be off soon, and despite that your heart was thrumming against your ribcage in anticipation, your patience wasn't thinned yet. If you could endure going this long without touching him, you weren't going to break now or anytime soon.
Besides that, you had no issue taking it slow, either. Foreplay was important and it created a bit of a romantic atmosphere. You were content, excited, and everything was perfect. Almost perfect, at least. The fact that his bedroom walls were littered with pictures of Maxie making various facial expressions kind of put a damper on the mood, but you tried your best to ignore it.
The clanking sound of his belt pulled you out of your thoughts. When you look to him, you see his eyes opened in an inquisitive stare directed at you, reminding you that you were still the only one still fully clothed. You start to slide your top off and he continues with his belt, his stomach puffing out in its entirety as its fully loosened and removed from the hem of his shorts. He stares at it for a moment, his fingertips brushing along the faux leather;
"We could use this." He suggested, though it seemed more like he was musing to himself.
You laugh, unsure if you wanted the first strike of intimacy between you two to head in that direction, "Maybe another time."
So, he shrugged and tossed the belt aside to a randomly-chosen corner of the room.
Your gaze moved from the belt hitting the wall to his face, then slowly traveled lower until you caught sight of a mound in his shorts, obvious what it was under the dark, red fabric. A grin stretched across your lips at the thought.
"If you keep staring like that," Tabitha's voice chimed in with a low octave, "I'll get mad."
You stifled a laugh with the back of your hand and gave an apology nowhere near the realm of serious. You leaned in, pressing your chest to his and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, your hands coming up to rest on the back of his head. Tabitha seemed agitated— or maybe embarrassed— about kissing, but he let his lips be pressed against yours nonetheless.
You slithered your body lower, dragging your hands down his front with you. You popped the button of his shorts and just as you tugged the zipper down, your movements were interrupted by a faint, static voice breaking the thick silence. The sound came from none other than a black ear-piece with a small microphone attached to it tossed rather carelessly on the floor near the bed.
"Oh, excuse me." Tabitha said simply as he gently pushed you off of him so he could climb off the bed and retrieve the ear-piece.
You laid on your side, head propped up in your hand, and watched him answer the call with a flat, irritated gaze.
"Yes. I see. Understood. Right away."
You didn't know what was going on but you knew enough that you would apparently have to wait a bit longer.
