I finally got the action moving! Woohooo! Ok so the format might be a little weird here…the focus shifts from Sybil to Tom like it used to and I've skimmed a lot of stuff but it really needed to happen.
I want to say a huge welcome to all the new story followers and reviewers! 150 reviews now? No way! Seriously every time I get a new review I do an embarrassing happy dance. So thank you!
And I hope you enjoy!
They had spent the whole day watching movies, talking, making love and making plans. They woke on Sunday and packed everything up. Sybil put her music on as they cleaned and put the house back to rights. They left by noon and grabbed a quick bite on the way back into town. Sybil had called the day before and set up some appointments to look at some of the rentals they had found.
They arrived at the first house, a few blocks from Gwen and Jon which Sybil loved, and were given a tour by a very stoic looking older woman. Her name was Sarah O'Brien and she had a very severe look about her, hair slicked back and sensible suit and skirt in a dark grey as she showed them around. The house was owned by an older man who had recently died with no children or family to take over the bills, and so it was on the market.
It was lovely. Sybil could see her and Tom making this a real home. It had hardwood floors and large windows all over. The yard was huge with wildflowers growing in the back. It was one story and had hideously painted walls and was decorated with shag carpet rugs and disco lamps. It needed a few repairs too, since its former owner was much older and had left a few things ignored. It had potential though. The price was low enough with an option to buy after a certain amount of time but Sybil wanted to see the others before they decided.
The next two places didn't quite have the same feel as the first. They were perfectly acceptable but the second had too small of yard, and the third had an odor that Sybil wasn't sure could be cleansed away. Tom had said that he was leaning towards the first, and Sybil had to agree. It needed a good coat of paint on the inside and they would have to add all new furniture but it felt like their place already. At each of the other places, Tom had kept referring back to the first, saying things like, "Well its nice, I suppose, but the other one had…"
They seemed to be on the same page. After telling Mrs. O'Brien that they were pretty set on the first she had smiled for the first time since meeting them and said that she would get right on drafting the papers for them to sign. "I wasn't sure you all were actually serious, you're so young and I thought you were just playing with me. I'll call you when I've worked out all your particulars." She said, leaving them out front of the first house.
Tom was leaned back against the car, his arms wrapped around Sybil as his head rested on her shoulder, both of them facing the house. She reached her hands up to grab his as they hugged her from behind.
"We're really doing this huh?" she asked quietly.
"Don't disappoint me now. I've already got plans for a lovely little porch out back, with a grill and a few chairs where we can watch the sunset over the field." He said as he kissed the spot right behind her ear.
She sighed as she pictured it. It really did sound lovely.
"It needs a lot of love though." She said, wanting to make sure he knew the project this house was about to become for them. With both of them working so much she didn't know how soon it would be before the house started to look like the home she pictured.
"Well then, it's a good thing we've got so much love then isn't it?" he said teasingly.
She giggled at his ability to always lighten her mood if she was feeling too morose. He could always read her so well. He balanced her in the ways she needed and she found herself surprised each time, although he had been doing it since they met.
"That's very true." She said as she turned in his arms to place a chaste kiss against his grinning lips. His eyes closed, brushing his lips against hers in a second, less innocent kiss. Her arms wrapped around his waist as she pushed her soft curves against the hard planes of his body. He moaned quietly when her tongue came out to trace his lips. He captured her mouth in a more searing embrace as his hands tunneled into her thick curly hair. He held her face to his as he tried to calm his blood. He was too fired up for a public street, especially one he hoped to be a resident of.
He pulled back from her to rest his forehead against hers as he stared into her eyes, tinged with desire he tried to ignore. He had woken that morning with her backside pressed up against his hardened front. He had kissed the back of her neck, licking and sucking until she had stirred awake sleepily. He had entered her smoothly and slowly before her eyes had even opened. Her head rested back on his shoulder as he made love to her leisurely, reaching his hand around to tease her into orgasm before he came, circling his arms around her as he hugged her, much as he was doing moments earlier.
He couldn't believe the urgency with which he wanted her. No matter how many times he had her, he was always ready to go when in her presence. It was maddening. He was surprised they were able to get as much accomplished today as they had. He couldn't imagine what it would be like when they lived together. He predicted many of their day-offs being spent naked and making love for hours, with breaks for food of course.
He had discovered that she loved to bake, making him dark chocolate brownies last night. They had fun with the left over batter after he had noticed that she had somehow managed to get some right underneath her collarbone as she had mixed the batter. He had licked it off of her, his tongue lapping at her flesh, making sure to get it all, as she had shivered in delight. When he had stood back up she had reached her hand into the bowl and traced one chocolate covered finger down her neck and into the cleavage poking up from the robe she was wearing. He had growled deep in his throat as he grinned at her and lunged, cleaning her with his mouth, tasting the rich chocolate flavor and something intoxicatingly Sybil.
They had made love on the kitchen floor, with Sybil riding him to completion so that he wouldn't injure her back on the hard surface again. He had tried to think about his actions more carefully after the previous evening. He made sure she was comfortable and that he always had a condom near.
"Do you like it, love? We can keep looking if you want, there's no rush." He said, softly petting her hair back.
"I love it. It needs some work but I think we can make it into something really amazing, don't you?" she asked him. Her face tilted up and she looked so adorable and so young that he bent down to nuzzle her nose with his as she giggled.
"I do. As long as I have you at my side I think we can do anything and everything. Let's get you home yeah? Your Mam's probably going bonkers with you gone this long." He said, half-jokingly.
She groaned in annoyance. "She has to realize that I'm not a child anymore. I can spend the weekend in the country if I want."
He laughed, "The country? As opposed to this, you mean?" he gestured to the neighborhood, a few houses dotting the road with fields all around.
"I guess you're right. This isn't the most bustling area is it?" she laughed.
"No, but I kind of like that. I've grown up in the city and I'm really looking forward to being able to spend a quiet night in without worrying about horns honking or music blaring. It's nice."
"It is nice, isn't it?" she said, turning back to look at the house that would be there's within the week.
He made a sound of agreement and unlocked the car, preparing to take her home. He dropped her off out front, with a quick kiss and promise to text later that night. He travelled back to Thomas to tell him the good news.
The next week flew by for both of them. Tom started his new job the next day, waking early to get everything in order. He was assigned a desk and given his first article, a piece on the growing local farmers market. He spent his first day researching the positive effects of organically grown food and the local economy. He visited Sybil at the studio for lunch, bringing her a salad and sandwich as they sat on the floor of the studio, eating and discussing their days so far.
That night Tom spent looking up local farmers to interview the next day while Sybil had dinner with her mother and Mary as her father was staying late at work. Mary had defended Sybil against her mother's wish that she take things slow and consider taking a step back from "that boy" before doing anything too rash. Mary had backed her up, saying that Sybil knew her own mind and should be allowed to make her own decisions. She had called Tom and told him everything while he ate a simple meal of rice and chicken while taking notes from his computer in preparation for the next day.
Tuesday they had breakfast together, Jon had picked her up and they had all met up, Gwen too and had a nice light fare of eggs and fruit while talking about their new place. Gwen was excited for them, breaking down into tears unexpectedly while Jon rubbed her back soothingly, giving the other couple a smile over her head as he mouthed hormones. She had smacked him on the chest, somehow knowing what he had silently said and they had resumed their meal. Tom had interviewed one farmer and one rancher about their crops and livestock and was even given a tour of the slaughterhouse, after which he had emptied his stomach of their lovely breakfast behind the grain building.
On Wednesday Thomas was away all night on security detail. He had taken Jon with him, mostly to test him out for the bigger stuff and see how much he would be able to handle. Sybil had stayed the night, Tom meeting her at the studio when the day was over and walking her to the flat. They had spent three nights apart, the first night spent on the phone until they were both falling asleep, both too tired and exhausted at the end of the second day, and Tom feeling too sick to contemplate anything physical on the third. She had brought him some broth after classes though, before Jon had taken her home last night.
Now that they had the whole night together they wasted no time upon entering the flat. They made love twice, only separating to retrieve a new condom before attacking each other again shortly after. They took a hot bath together, Tom sitting behind Sybil, running a sponge over her creamy skin as she relaxed back into him. When she started to fall asleep Tom had carried her to bed.
They had woken early, making pancakes to great Thomas and Jon as they rolled into the flat around seven just off security detail on some high profile government agents. Sybil had left dressed in a leotard and tights, a huge sweater thrown over the ensemble and her hair thrown into a messy bun as Jon offered to drive her to the studio before he went home and crashed for the day. Tom had spent Thursday copying his notes from all of his research and interviews he had done so far. He had stayed late, wanting to make sure he finished before he started his first draft the next day.
After talking to Sybil for a few minutes he could hear her tired voice on the other end, struggling to stay awake. He had reassured her that he would be ready to meet her family the next day, even her Granny. She wanted to prep him a little but he told her he was fine, he made a great first impression. And so she had hung up and he had started to panic.
He woke Thomas up at around five in the morning to help him pick out an outfit for that night, wanting to make sure he could live up to her family's high standards. If they were hoping for her to marry some rich, power society figure they were in for a rude shock, but he didn't want to shock them too much, too quickly. He was already planning on taking her away from their house sooner than they thought reasonable, he didn't want them to find fault with anything else immediately, like his shirt not matching his trousers. Thomas had whined and complained but had given his opinion on Tom's wardrobe, finally deciding it was better that he leant him something from his own closet instead.
With his borrowed suit hanging in the car, Tom had gone to work, trying to focus on his article but failing miserably. He was counting the hours until he needed to change and head over to the big house. Each hour passing causing him to worry more and more. Just after one in the afternoon Sybil had sent him a text, which calmed him considerably and made him feel as if he could tackle anything. Traumatizing slaughterhouses or intimidating family, he was ready.
1:27 Sybil- I just wanted to remind you that no matter what happens, I'm betting on you :) xoxo