Two hours later Tom finally led Sybil up to his room. After she had arranged not to be collected he had been put out to find she wanted to return to his family, stating it would be rude not to. Rejoining them, Sybil took part in playing monopoly, entertaining the Branson's with a story about how her father had once become so obsessed with the game he had bought a property down every street in real life.
It was when the game ended and cards were brought out that Tom finally reached his limit and insisted that they go upstairs, with many shifty looks from his family.
Stepping up the creaking stairs in silence, Tom jumped slightly when Sybil reached from behind him to take his hand. It was only a simple action but it sent his head spinning with the thought that he was able to hold her small hand in his again.

As they entered the little room, Tom waited for Sybil to walk in before he turned around, closed the door, and finally asked the question he had been holding in all evening. "What just happened?"

Sybil gave a dreamy smile and he felt his insides flip, he was clearly never going to rid himself of that feeling. "I can't say I'm too sure myself."

He twisted his palms together. "It's just you're here- like in my house and you don't hat- you don't hate me?"

"What? Why? I thought y-"

Looking at her was like looking at a bright light and before he knew it, Tom was blurting out the apology he had never thought he would be giving tonight. "Sybil, I'm so sorry. So, so, so sorry. When I left I was being selfish and I-"

"Tom! Stop apologizing! I'm the one that should be doing that! I should have realised it was wrong to make you wait for so long!" Tom could barely believe what he was hearing,what she was saying. Why should she be sorry?

Shaking his head at the ground he tried to explain without messing up his words. "Syb, I'm the one who should be apologizing. I left you for gods sake! And I didn't even want to, I just did it anyw-"

"Shh." She breathed, pressing her hand to his mouth and smiling. "This is getting us no where. I know we have a lot to talk about, but I would quite like to change out of this dress first. Can I borrow a t-shirt?"

The next ten minutes passed in warm, intense silence. Tom took off his shirt and changed his jeans to Calvin Klein night wear bottoms and sat on the edge of his bed. He knew it should seem strange as he watched Sybil undress but he couldn't take his eyes off of her. Never having seen Sybil in less than a bikini, the man in him stared hungrily as she peeled off her black tunic dress revealing a beige Guia La Bruna bra and matching french knickers. In an attempt to keep calm, Tom layed back on his bed, his hands over his face. How was he supposed to go a night in bed with her without, well without being with her.

Suddenly feeling pressure on the bed Tom's eyes opened with a snap and found Sybil hovering over him, her long brown hair hanging down one side, tickling his arm. Her eyes flashed mischievously as she ran a hand through his hair, the charm of her bracelet sweeping across his forehead. He closed his eyes at her touch and he felt prickles appear all over his skin. It was then that he felt her kiss him. It was another light brush, very much like their first kiss and he felt an ache in his throat as she pulled away. He edged up to kiss her briefly again, revelling in the small gesture of intimacy and sighing with contentment. He wanted so much more, but surprisingly he had other things on his mind than this.

"How are you her-?" Was all he could say before Sybil pulled away from him, slipping under the duvet and laying on her side to look at him. Rolling off the bed and getting under the duvet with her, Tom could not stop from reaching out a hand a placing it on her lower back, his fingers brushing the lace of her underwear. She placed a hand on his chest, over his brought to life heart. Their other hands entwined in front their faces, a puzzle of fingers resting between them.

As Tom kissed her thumb he raised his eyebrows as a cue for her to begin.

"Okay, I'm going to explain everything. But promise me you won't interupt Tom, especially not with a babbling apology." As she grinned he felt his pulse quicken. He knew he couldn't keep that promise in the end, so instead of verbally agreeing, he nodded his head. Taking a deep breath she contiuned. "Right, so, I'll go back to the start. After you left- no interupting- after you left I sort of fell apart. I'm guessing you probably saw, or heard. Well anyway I made an absolute mess of myself. I wanted to keep face infront of the press by acting like I was having a good time, but I sort of made things worse. And in the end my parents told me to leave the spotlight for a little while. I told them I would come to Ireland, yes we have a place here, and they thought I was taking their advice. But in actual fact, well I knew I had to see you. John Bates agreed to be my security while I'm here so I got him to drive me, he won't reveal anything because he's a family friend too. And well, I need you to know that I meant what I said earlier, I still don't know what to do- to do about us. But I know I want to be with you, it's just telling everyone else that I'm still uns-"

Tom couldn't let her carry on. It had suddenly dawned on him that she was here, really here, for him. He moved on top of her. "And I meant what I said, I'd wait forever for you to decide."

"Really?" She breathed, her chest pushing against his as her arms wound around his neck.

"Really." He made his tone purposely forceful as he felt the atmosphere become charged around them. "And you have to let me tell you how sorry I am. I thought I was the only one being hurt between us, I just never realised how y-"

She stopped him with a kiss. Then another and another. "You-" A kiss. "Promised."

As they fell into a reunion embrace of passion, longing and desperation Tom reminded himself not let things go too far. He would not go all the way with her until they could wake up the next morning and leave the house hand in hand, not caring who saw or what was said. When they were a couple was the time to express all of his love for her, but that was not how things now stood, so it was his decision to not allow himself to sleep with her. Damn, he was definitely a changed man since meeting Sybil.

But reasoning that earlier this evening he had promised to 'teach' her, he lifted her t-shirt and began trailing kisses down her stomach. Her skin was burning hot on his lips and he felt instantly aroused. He grinned as her skin prickled with goosebumps and he wanted to continue moving lower down her body, but the ache in his throat began to sting. So, quickly moving back to her flushed face he kissed her slowly, relishing in the soft relief brought to him with each touch of his tongue on her own. It was his turn to burn with goosebumps again as Sybil lightly pulled at his hair, ruffling it forward as their kiss became more insistent.

Tom burned red with embarassment for a moment as his overwhelming happiness developed into a laugh, but Sybil simply edged lower beneath him to begin kissing his neck. Pushing his head into the pillow made silky soft by her hair Tom took a deep breath and ran a hand down Sybils perfect body and tentatively beneath her underwear. His tongue curled in his mouth with worry that he would be rejected, but then he felt Sybil arch her back beneath him and grip at his shoulders.

Touching her and pushing into her with expert fingers, Tom closed his eyes tight to further heighten his other senses. He could feel her body moving against him, warm and lightly trembling, her tense grip on him loosening with each delicate stroke he gave. The taste of her kiss reminded him that she really lay beneath him, that she was really here and around him. The overpowering scent of her familiar Chanel made him wonder how he had ever managed to live without it. And the sound of her gasps, soft moans and eventual groaned whisper of his name almost made him give in to the ultimate temptation.

But he regained his control as he remembered his reasons for not giving in and tried to move away from Sybil. He needed to get out of the bed, momentarily to calm himself, to remove the ever present physical reminder of his desire before he could return next to her. Sybil, however, had another idea. As he pulled away from her reluctantly, she took advantage of his weakened state and pushed him onto his back, positioning herself above him. Just as he began to protest his need to leave, she gave a shy smirk and biting her lip, edged forward to kiss his jaw. His need to leave ebbed away slightly as he pushed on her lower back, raised his hips against hers and moved his free hand beneath her bra. But it was not until she pulled her hair to one side and disappeared beneath the duvet that any fight he had left to get out of bed fell away entirely...

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