Chapter 4 people :) Gets much more M-ratedish down the other end of this chapter :)

If you don't enjoy this I will be sad because I wrote it from 6:45pm till 9:00pm at boarding school when I should have been doing homework- therefore I ended up with EIGHT studies this weekend- stupid desicion but... eh... this is more enjoyable. I felt like a real author around 8:30 when I made myself a cuppa and was on my own in my room writing it- teehee! :)

Right- I will stop wittering- get on with it and enjoy!

I don't think I've ever been happier in my life. He has become my world- the centre of my heart. He knows me, he knows my likes, my dislikes, my opinions- and I know all of the same about him. We know each other inside out.

It's been about three months now, since I met him- and I realise that my personality has become happier, lighter. We're good for each other.

It's the 14th of February- he says he has something planned- but the only thing he will tell me about it is that it includes dinner out. I am so excited, and he's asked me to wear something 'more amazing than usual.' I honestly don't know how I came to deserve the flattery he gives me.

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I'm looking out of my kitchen window, waiting for his car to come round the corner. I must admit, I am excited- our first Valentine's Day together- I want it to be special.

Around ten minutes later, the car swoops round the corner and pulls up at the end of my pathway. I wait just a few seconds. He gets out of the car and leans back on the front door. I gasp- he's wearing smart black trousers and a black jacket, with a white shirt left open at the top. He looks gorgeous. I grab my bag and run out of the house, and down the pathway. I launch my arms tightly around his neck, and he wraps his likewise around my waist. We stay like this, hugging and rocking each other from side to side, laughing quietly under our breath.

He goes round and opens my door for me. I smile at him and I get in and put my seatbelt on. When he gets in, he turns on the car, and then reaches over to me, kissing me tenderly with one hand on my jaw. I can't help feeling so happy then.

He really has gone all out for me, and I am astonished. I've heard of the restaurant, and it's bloody expensive. The meal is absolutely amazing, the best food I've ever eaten. We have a wonderful evening, talking again about what we've been doing, discussing things, and laughing about nothing in particular.

We walk out into the cold street- you can still hear cars, far away, but apart from that it is mostly silent.

'So... do you want me to drive you back?' he asks slowly behind me.

'Only if you want me to go,' I say, not turning around.

'Why would I want you to do that?' he says. I smile.

'Why don't you come back to mine then- it's still rather early,' he says after I don't answer- he steps closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.

'I'd like that,' I say, the smile on my face evident in my tone of voice.

We get in his car, and drive back to his apartment- it strikes me I have never actually been to his place before- it's always been mine- where he's only stayed for a couple of drinks- or his car.

He holds my hand as we walk into the building, and doesn't let go when we go up to the ninth floor in the lift- he only lets go to open his front door.

I step inside- and stare. I've walked into a large room- a kitchen area is off to my right- all black marble and white wood. He doesn't have a table, just stools at the island. Off to my right I see an extremely large flat-screen TV, with a modern grey sofa in an L-shape. Next to it stands a shiny black stereo. The whole of the far wall is glass, and he has the most breathtaking view of the London skyline, which at that moment has orange lights all across it.

'Would you like a drink?' he asks, flinging his jacket on the back of the sofa and walking into the kitchen.

'Oh, yes please,' I say. I walk towards the glass wall, overwhelmed by the beauty. I hear him open and close cupboards behind me, but I don't hear him come up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist like before. I jump slightly, but then relax in his arms. He kisses me softly at the base of my neck then rests his head on my shoulder, looking out across London with me. I snuggle closer to the warmth of his body.

After a while he says, 'Shall I put on some music?' I answer just by nodding my head. He leaves me, and walks to the stereo. I turn to see him scrolling through his iPod. A song starts- I recognise the voice, but not the song. It's beautiful.

'Katie Melua,' he says, walking back towards me. 'Learnin' The Blues.' I smile as he takes my waist and pulls me close, so our faces are just inches apart. He takes one of my hands in his, and moves his other hand to the small of my back- I get the idea, and put my free hand on his shoulder, so we're in a dancing position. He pulls our joined hands closer to us, to make it more informal. He rocks me slowly to the beat of the song. I move my head so it's touching the side of his, and close my eyes, leaning into him. He's stroking my hand gently, and stroking my back, up and down, in time with the music. It's making me so sleepy, I feel as if I'm in a dream.

'Happy Valentine's day my sweetheart,' he whispers in my ear. I am too sleepy to answer, so I move my head so I can kiss his cheek slowly, softly, letting the moment slow down with me.

The song moves on, to another of Katie's. I think I recognise this one- 'Faraway Voice'. After listening to it for a minute or so, I wake up, and move my head so I'm looking at him. I look into his beautiful blue eyes- something I never tire of looking at. They are just so deep- you can see right into his soul if you know him well enough- and I do.

He surprises me by talking first- saying almost what I was thinking. 'Shall we go?' he says. I know what he means- I kiss him passionately as a reply. He breaks the kiss, and pulls me towards a door near the TV. It's slightly ajar already, so I turn him around and start kissing him impatiently. We move through the door into his room- his hands are cupping my face and mine are tangled in his hair. He's forced my lips open to explore my mouth with his tongue, and I go along with it, playfully. I moan from the back of my throat, and he responds by nibbling my bottom lip.

He's getting more confident now, his hands moving down, grazing my breasts and then holding my waist tightly. He becomes stronger, and slams me against the wall, pushing against me, but not in an unpleasant way. I move my hands to rest against his chest. He starts kissing me down my neck, running his tongue down my shoulder blade, making me shiver. I hold onto him, my arms now around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. He moves one hand to the back of my thigh, pulling my leg up to hitch onto his waist, which makes it easier for him to press against me.

He starts kissing me again, moving his other hand to my other leg. He hoists me up so my legs are wrapped around his waist, and carries me towards his bed. I go down first, with him on top of me. He pulls my skirt down, and I help by kicking it off onto the floor. He hungrily kisses me down my jaw. I roll us over, and sit up, straddling him- he sits up as well, and continues to kiss me, but I pull away. He looks at me, wondering why I've stopped.

'You don't want to do this?' he implies. I don't smile; I just look into his eyes as I take the hem of my t-shirt, and pull it over my head, revealing my purple lace bra. He looks down, then back up to me.

'Oh, so you're trying to arouse me?' he says.

'That's the idea,' I laugh, and I tilt my head back to his, deepening the kiss as much as I can. I move my hands to his chest, and undo the buttons on his shirt. He shrugs it off, pulls me back down, and moves so he returns to kneeling above me.

Soon there is no barrier between our bodies- we have reached total intimacy- and it feels amazing. We've moved so we are under his duvet, so we are warm. He stops kissing me, and looks at me.

'Are you ok?' he asks.

'Of course I am- I've never felt more ok,' I reply. And it's true.

'Do you want me to...' he trails off- it isn't really necessary to finish the question.

'Do you really have to ask? What are we doing here if not?' I say, laughing breathlessly.

'I don't want to hurt you,' he says.

'You won't,' I say. I completely trust him.

He moves so I can get more comfortable- when he starts, I move to wrap my arms around his neck, and I rest my head on his shoulder. He is gentle, but he doesn't hesitate- he's bringing me such happiness. I was wrong- this is total intimacy. I gasp and breathe into the hollow of his throat. I don't want to distract him by doing anything else. After a few minutes, he stops. We just lie there, breathing heavily, listening to our heartbeats. I slip my arms from his neck so he can move his head. He does, and looks at me, his face close to mine.

'I didn't hurt you did I?' he asks, still worried.

'I'm fine, honestly,' I laugh again. 'You didn't hurt me in the least.'

'Good,' he says, rolling off so he's lying next to me. He pulls me into his arms, hugging me close. I close my eyes, my head against his chest. I remember just one more thing before sleep took me.

'I love you Sybil,' he whispers. I feel warm to the core of my heart now, filled to the brim with happiness.

'I love you too Tom,' I whisper back. He strokes my hair, and with the rhythm of that, his decreasing heartbeat, and his breathing, I fall asleep, curled up in his arms.

I'm a fan of Katie Melua at the moment, and I've been wanting to include her songs in my fics ever since I set up my account- so please listen to the songs I have used in this fanfic (and others) because they are beautiful :) She has the voice of an angel

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