"Private Property" - Part 3 of 3
I wake up to the now familiar combination of smells, similarly to how I woke up on the rooftop that first time. But this time, it's even stronger and better.
Still not fully awake, I keep my eyes closed and try to rely on my nose to determine the subtleties of the enticing scent. It seems to be a mix of laundry and soap, along with something else...leather? Sandalwood? Is it a type of cologne? I don't know what it is, but it seems...outdoorsy. Distinctly male.
Then it starts to come together for me and my brain begins to function more appropriately. I know that smell. I love his smell.
I crack an eye open and low and behold, the guy that absolutely exceeded my expectations, is asleep beside me.
We're still in our own lounge chairs, but they're still pushed up against each other. And now we're facing each other, me on my right side, he on his left. He's a little higher up than me, and since our upper halves have migrated towards each other a bit, I feel his breaths on the top of my head. My face is just inches from white t-shirt clad chest, and my left hand lays over his right, our fingers comfortably entwined. The large comforter is still draped over the two of us, pulled up just past my shoulder. How did we end up so comfortably tangled up in our sleep? I barely remember falling asleep to begin with.
But I do know that despite the lack of an actual mattress beneath me, I had a damn good sleep. And by the looks of the early hour, I barely got more than a few hours. It doesn't matter though, that might have just been one of the best night of my life.
And here I am, still enjoying his closeness. It feels so unbelievably good to be the one on the receiving end of his smiles, his conversation, his kisses, and now his hand holding. Is this what love is like? Surely it's much to early to consider that. But I already see the possibility of me falling for this guy.
Too selfish to ignore my need to look at him, I pull away enough to look at his face.
His brown hair almost looks golden in the early morning lighting, with the sun not quite peeking over the horizon yet. His skin looks golden to match, and his broad shoulders and muscular chest seem even more defined when being this close to him.
His eyes are shut with peaceful slumber, his expression relaxed. And his lips...those gorgeous lips. They're plumper than any others I've kissed before, but not too big either. They're extremely enticing, that's for sure. Fuck...and that jaw with his stubble coming in...I need to kiss it.
So I do. Just as the sun begins to rise and become a beautiful aray of pinks, purples and oranges, I lean in and press gentle kisses to his chin and jaw.
He stirs softly and his eyes flutter open. His eyes focus and he smiles down at me.
"Is this real?" He asks, his voice still thick with sleep.
"Mhmm." I murmur in confirmation with a shy smile.
"I guess we're up here for the sunrise together after all, we just forgot to bring the coffee." he says, smiling back at me.
"I can run down and make some if you want." I offer.
"I'm good right now, much too content with laying here with you." he says.
"Me too." I agree before biting my lip.
"But maybe we can go get some together in a little bit?"
"Yeah, I have the whole day free."
And then there's that broad smile of his again, the one that speeds up my heartbeat and gives me a fluttering feeling in my stomach...and makes my panties wet.
•••
"Have a good weekend everyone. And don't forget that your geography quiz is on Monday, so I suggest you study." I remind my students as they begin to pack up their stuff.
When they've all shuffled out of the room, I pack up my bag and gather my purse, sunglasses and keys. I don't have any meetings today, just some homework to grade. But I can do that at home. So I'm excited to head out and get the rest of my work over with, so that I can enjoy my weekend with the guy I have fallen head over heals with over the last three weeks.
Ever since that night we spent on the rooftop togther, we've been pretty inseperable. We see each other almost every day, whether it be for coffee before work, dinner afterwards, or a lazy weekend of doing laundry together as we watch tv or listen to music.
Sometimes we go out to eat, and we've gone to the movie theater twice now. But much of our time is hanging out at each others apartments, or up on the roof top. Which is still where we like to go and read. Sometimes to each other, or sometime we're wrapped up in our own books, but still enjoy each other's company.
There have been a couple of times where Christina and our now shared group of friends have come and hung out with us. I'm glad we all get along so great and that he doesn't stop being boyfriend-like wit's me when they're around.
We still haven't really discussed any of this...anything regarding our relationship or labeling what we are. It's just never really come up. And whenever we've gone out, we've never referred to it as a date. We don't refer to it as anything else either though. We just casually ask each other to go do something and we agree and go and have fun. It's so easy and wonderful not stressing about all the usual 'dating' stuff. I guess it just feels really natural.
But by technicalities, we're still just friends since we've never mentioned being something more. I guess I just don't want to assume and get my hopes up, only to find out that's not what he wants. Maybe he likes the 'no strings attached' thing.
However, we do act like a couple.
After Christina pointed it out to me, it became fairly obvious how close Tobias and I have become. And how we don't really seem to hide it in front of others.
I realized how often we seem to find reasons to touch each other, or to sit near each other and snuggle close. We often find ourselves holding hands, or sharing a brief moment as we just smile affectionatly at one another. And then...there's the kissing. That's been happening pretty regularly too.
So yeah, although we haven't taken it further than that, one might think we're a couple.
I just don't know if that's what he thinks.
When I get to my car, I check my phone and see I got a text from him earlier.
[3:27pm] Tobias: I should be home from work by 7 o'clock. You want to come for dinner too? Or just the movie later? You should eat with me.
I smile as I read his message.
We had agreed to finally start our Star Wars marathon tonight, since it's a Friday and we have the weekend off. But I'll be more than happy to add dinner to the plan.
[4:06pm] Tris: I could eat.
[4:07pm] Tobias: Good. Come hungry.
[4:08pm] Tris: Want me to bring anything?
[4:08pm] Tobias: Nope. All I need is you.
His text makes me smile wider and I find myself shyly pressing my fingertips to my lips in a poor attempt at covering it.
That last sentence keeps repeating in my head. All I need is you. I'm probably just reading into it too much. But still, I like his way with words. Often simple and too the point, but often times they're these sweet things that make me fall for him even more.
[4:10pm] Tris: Then I'll be there. As previously warned, I'll be in my sweatpants.
[4:15pm] Tobias: Me too.
I drive home, happy to have left early enough to beat the traffic. Once I step in the door and set my stuff down, I see he's texted me again.
[4:33] Tobias: I've realized, I smile like an idiot when I think about you.
Yeah, I definitely like his way with words. I feel like my face might one day just get stuck into a permanent smile.
[4:16pm] Tris: We can be idiots together.
•••
I spent the last couple of hours grading book reports, then I ran on the treadmill for a while, before deciding I better take another shower.
By the time I'm dressed and ready, it's about 7 o'clock. So I grab his hoodie that he left at my place, the container of cookies I made, and head up towards his apartment.
But when I get to his door, I see a post-it note stuck to the front.
Roof
I smile to myself and pull the note down and crumble it up before tossing it in the small nearby trash can. I don't want to take a chance of anyone else seeing it and coming up.
I decide it might be cold up on the roof, so I pull his sweatshirt over my head as I make my way to the stairs.
The trek up the 12 steps is familiar to me, and I'm reminded of how glad I am that I stumbled upon this private property. Not only did it help in my healing after losing my parents, but it led me to meet Tobias. And those are two things I am definitely thankful for.
A part of me wants to tell him how I feel. He must have some idea, with the way I act around him. How I try to subtly show I care. How I crave his company and nearness. Plus, I'd hope he wouldn't suspect me to be the type that just goes around kissing guys. But still, the fact that the topic hasn't actually come up, makes me anxious.
What if I'm reading this all wrong?
Before I'm even able to entertain that idea, I open the latch to the clear door and cross the threshold onto the roof, only to find it illuminated by various lanterns scattered throughout the space.
I had always considered the rooftop to be pretty romantic, especially at night. But the sight before me brings romantic to a whole new level.
Straight ahead of me, I see Tobias setting up what looks to me like a picnic style dinner. Next to the sheet spread out with an assortment of delicious looking food, is a giant heap of blankets and pillows, on top of what I think is an air mattress.
As I inch my way closer, I see that he's set up a projector, which displays the picture onto the side wall of the little utility room that sits up here on the roof. The main menu for one of the Star Wars movies is up, ready to 'Play' whenever we're ready.
Tobias notices me and gives me a nervous smile.
"I hope you don't mind I decided to bring our movie night up here." he says.
I give him a reasssuring smile.
"It's amazing, I love it."
He relaxes a bit and stands to greet me properly. We wrap our arms around each other in a tender hug, holding each other close for a good solid few moments. He kisses my forehead as he pulls away and notices what I'm wearing. He raises one eyebrow, looking ridiculously adorable.
"Nice sweatshirt." he compliments with an amused smirk.
"Hey, I was bringing it back to you, I promise. But then I saw your note and decided to wear it instead. I'm only wearing a thin tank top underneath, so I knew I'd be cold."
"It looks better on you anyway." he says, taking my hand and leading me to the food he's prepared.
Between his sweet comment and the view of the meal still simmering hot in front of me, I don't bother hiding my grin. And as if on cue, my stomach rumbles.
"This looks so good, did you make it?" I ask, realizing I don't see any takeout containers. And the food itself looks homemade.
"Yeah, I got home a little earlier than I expected. So I decided to cook for you." he explains, serving me some hearty looking penne pasta. Then gives me a separate bowl with a mixed green salad, and unfolds the towel nestled in a basket, revealing some buttery looking herb rolls.
"I'm glad you did, this looks delicious." I compliment before taking my first bite.
"They're Pillsbury rolls, but I seasoned them up a bit which makes them better."
"Sooo good." I practically moan as I take another bite.
"So it came out okay? I didn't over cook the noodles?" he asks, as if really worried it might not taste good, although he takes his own bite anyway.
"Shut up! Are you serious? This is fantastic!" I say, poking more pasta and bit of meatball on my fork. "You've yet to cook me something I disliked, Tobias. And I'm really starting to doubt your ability to do so." I add after I've swallowed my bite.
He just smiles bashfully and tucks back into his own food.
He asks about my day and I ask about his. As usual, conversation is easy and lighthearted. He often makes stupid jokes, but I love all of them. He makes me laugh like crazy, and I love that he seems to feel so at ease and silly around me.
When we're done eating, he sits on one side air matress and grabs his laptop to hit play. Meanwhile, I snuggle beneath the blankets, undoing the bun on my head before running my hands throughout my hair to untangle it. Then I lay back onto the pile of pillows. I realize Tobias had been watching me and he quickly looks away shyly like he'd been caught staring.
It wouldn't be the first time that's happened. In the beginning, it would just make me blush and a bit awkward, but still make my heart flutter.
It still does those things, but with a bit less awkwardness, and now it also seems to give me more confidence that maybe my feelings for him are mutual.
He rubs the back of his neck a bit nervously and clears his throat. "So, yeah, this is technically Star Wars: Episode 4 - A New Hope. But it was the first one made of the series. I figured we'll watch them in order of when they were released."
"That sounds good." I reply, finding it way too cute how flustered he is.
He hits play and sets the laptop aside, before laying back beside me and pulling the blanket over him too.
Over the next two hours, we watch as Darth Vader and the Imperial Forces hold Princess Leia hostage and Luke Skywalker and Han Solo rescue her, helping the Rebel Alliance and restoring freedom and justice to the galaxy.
By the end, I find that Tobias is still laying on his back, but I'm tucked into his side, my head on his chest and his arm around me. It's warm and cozy within the confines of the blankets with him, and as the projector goes black since the movie has ended, it really shows off the flickering lights of the lanterns that are still lit around us.
"That movie was even better than I expected." I tell him, nuzzling my face into his chest a bit more before looking up at him.
He's smiling down at me, but has a playfullness behind his eyes.
"You sure you're not just saying that because I made a big fuss over it?" he asks, his amusement fully evident now in his wide goofy smile. He even reaches down to give my hip a little pinch since he knows how ticklish I am there.
I let out a yelp at the feeling. I try (and fail) to hold his hand away so he can't continue.
"I'm serious, you butthead. I really liked it." I tell him honestly, but I'm still grinning from his playfullness and the warm feeling that spreads through my body when I'm around him.
"Butthead?" he laughs. "That's as bad as 'meany'." he says, which he teased me for calling him yesterday.
"I'm around 4th graders all day, remember?" I laugh. "And I was about to compliment how nice you set it up out here, it has a nice romantic feel. You were being so sweet, But now you've ruined it with your teasing and tickling." I say with s smile, watching as he tries to manuever to tickle me again. He still has that sexy playful glint in his eye.
I laugh and squeal again as he successfully gets my waist, until I manage to slip from his grasp and end up straddling him.
We've been in this position twice before. Neither time did it lead to anything further than making out. But it was exhilarating.
The first time, we had watched a movie, and then missed the last 20 minutes of it because we got distracted with each other.
The second time, we were on the roof having breakfast at the table. After we ate, I walked to his side of the table to grab his plate. But before I had the chance, he pulled me to sit on his lap. It wasn't long until facing him and my lips were on his. His hands had roamed a little further than usual, and by the time my alarm went off on my phone indicating I had to leave for work, he was full-on palming my ass with both of his sexy hands.
This time though, we pause and look at each other, my hair fanning around us.
"Romantic, huh?" he asks huskily.
Whoops, yeah, I forgot I said that.
I swallow thickly and nod, the passionate look he's giving me seemingly too intense for me to utter any actual words.
"I have to tell you something." he says after a moment.
"Okay." I reply, a bit surprised, but obviously intrigued.
"Well, Zeke's mom Hana came by the brewery yesterday, and when she asked how I was doing, Zeke chimed in and told her I had a girlfriend."
"Oh?"
"I didn't correct him either."
"You didn't?" I ask dumbly, not knowing what else to say. Is her for real? What is he getting at exactly?
He shakes his head. "I liked hearing you referred to as my girlfriend. And I guess we do kind of act like it." He shrugs. "So I just went along with it. But then I started to feel guilty."
"How come?" I ask, hoping it's not because he regrets not correcting her.
"Because I shouldn't be allowed to call you that without your permission first. It should be a mutual decision between us. So, I guess my question is- can I please truly tell people you're my girlfriend?"
Now I'm even more speechless. Of course I want to be his girlfriend! But I'm too in shock to speak, I decide to show him how I feel about that, by leaning in to firmly press my lips to his.
"Can I take that as a yes?" He mumbles against my lips, but I feel him smiling widely. He already knows my answer.
I smile back and nod. "Absolutely."
His lips claim mine once more, and I let out a whimper when I feel his tongue sneak out and massage mine as his arms wrap around me. One around my lower back, and one around my shoulders.
I love kissing Tobias.
There is something unique and wonderful in the way our mouths move against one another, like we've done this lifetimes before—this simple action of pressing our lips together and getting our fill of one another's taste.
It's then that I fully realize where this particular kiss is leading, and I'm completely happy with that prospect. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it before. In fact, lately, I'd be lying if I didn't think about it on a daily basis.
As if his kiss and and touches weren't enough to show me how he truly feels, I then shift slightly, and prodominantly feel the bulge in his pants. We're not wearing denim jeans like we were those other times. Tonight, we're both just in our sweatpants, which are much thinner and easier to feel each other.
I instinctevely roll my hips and he lets out a low rumble of a moan as he flexes his hips up to meet mine. The contact hits me perfectly and I let out a breathy sigh. He does it again, his lips mapping their way down my neck and to my collar bone, over my raven tattoos.
I pause momentarily to remove his sweatshirt that I'm wearing, and he lifts up to remove his own as well. Leaving him in his t-shirt and me in my bra and white tank top.
We resume kissing, and his hands travel up my back and down my arms, before tentatively reaching beneath the hem of my tank top. I try to arch my back a little more to encourage him to touch me. Much to my pleasure, he more boldly reaches up beneath the cotton fabric of my top, and massages both breasts outside my bra. He pulls the scoop neck of my tank top down to expose my bra covered chest to his eyes. He mumbles something along the lines of "so sexy", before leaning forward and trailing kissing along the tops of my breasts, above the cups of my lacy white bra.
But when I reach down to grasp his hardness between us, and begin rubbing it outside the dark grey cotton of his pants, he takes a deep breath and gently pulls his lips from my skin which is now covered in goosebumps.
"Tris." he says softly as he presses his forehead to mine. He looks back at me with those piercing blue eyes. He has a content smile on his face, but his expression is intense and he's breathing heavily. He definitely seems worked up, in a good way. Not that the raging hard-on I'm rubbing on isn't enough of an indicator.
"Yeah?" I ask, but it comes out raspy. I guess I'm breathing just as heavily as he is.
He chuckles at my repsonse and I smile lazily at him as I sit up more fully, resting my hands on his stomach. He remains laying fully down, and he feels exquisite beneath me, his erection pressing firmly against my core.
"If we don't stop now, I don't know if I'll be able to." he explains, sitting up so that we're face to face. The movement causing him to once again rub against me just right.
"So don't." I say, looking him straight in the eye, hoping to portray how much I trust him and truly want him.
He looks somewhat surprised, but more just anxious and excited.
"You sure?" he asks, but I feel his cock twitch a little beneath me.
"Yes." I say confidently.
He kisses me again, only to reluctantly pull away a moment later.
"I would totally take you right here, but I just remembered we have neighbors." He reminds me, which I appreciate. I hadn't even thought of that. I guess I really was caught up in the moment.
The rooftop here is somewhat private, but can still be seen by the slightly taller apartment building next door. If anyone had looked out their window, they could see us.
"My place or yours?" I ask.
"Mine's closer." he says and I nod in agreement.
He kisses me again briefly, as if a promise of more to come. Then he gently sets me aside as he stands and quickly begins snuffing out all the lantern flames.
I grab his laptop and small projector for him, not wanting to leave them out here overnight. But I can't help but sneak a glance at his tented sweatpants. I have to bite back a smile at how prodominant it is.
Once we're done, we walk hand in hand down to his apartment.
He opens his front door and barely sets his stuff down on the side table before he turns to me and crashes his lips to mine. His tongue begs for entrance as his hands settle on my hips, moving ever so softly against the sliver of exposed skin there. I happily comply and part my lips, allowing our tongues to dance together in the familiar and wonderful way that they do. I reach my arms around his neck and his hands begin to move upward.
He's gentle, but he uses enough pressure to push my tank top up as he goes. He pauses our kiss to push the garment over my head. Then I reach for the hem of his shirt too, and he gets the hint. He helps me pull it off and toss it to the side as well. But while he's at it, he also drops his pants.
We had already been barefoot all night, so now he just stands there in a pair of black boxer briefs.
Wow.
I knew he'd look good with his shirt off, it was pretty obvious. But I guess I didn't expect this level of perfection. He really is like a chisled statue of a greek god, as Christina referred to him once.
And then there's his lower half...and yeah, definitely underwear model worthy.
To say I'm turned on right now, would be a complete understatement.
But once I realize I'm staring, and my head is tilting slowly to the side as if getting a better angle, I straighten back up and my eyes flutter up to meet his, where I find him looking back at me with a hint of amusement. But the adoration is also evident there, which makes my heart swell, and gives me a boost of confidence.
So it's his turn to be pleasantly surprised. In one swift movement, I push my own pants down around my ankles and step out of them. He doesn't bother hiding the fact that he's watching me intently, as I proceed to reach back to the clasp of my bra. I remove it and toss it aside, before walking towards him. But instead if going to him, I pass by him towards the hallway.
I almost get to the doorway of his bedroom before I hear him pull himself together and jog to catch up.
When he reaches me, he grabs me and throws me over his shoulder and makes his way into the room. I'm still in a fit of laughter as he tosses me playfully onto the bed and I rest back on my elbows looking up at him as I bite my lip. I get lost in his eyes as he looks back at me, such strong pleasant emotions surging between the two of us.
Finally, he leans forward and kisses the side of my mouth, then trails his lips lower and lower until hes working on my nipples. I instinctively arch my back again.
I feel his hands slide down to my panties and I suck in a gasp of air as he begins gently rubbing all four of his fingers along the outside of the fabric. I know the cotton is soaked through, but it just seems to encourage him, because then he's reaching for the sides of my panties and pulling them down my legs.
"Yours too." I request once mine are off.
He yanks his down as well, causing his cock to happily spring free from the confines of his underwear. It's stands long, hot and hard in front of his firm muscular body.
I the lay back completely and reach my arms for him.
He places a few kisses up my body before he reaches my face. He hovers above me, holding himself up on his hands as he leans his head down to kiss me passionately.
I feel my body react even more, as his large hand comes up to caress my bare breast, before moving down the front of my body. I don't realize I'm holding my breath until he reaches his destination. At which point I release the breath with a small moan, loving the feel of his fingers exploring between my legs, especially with with no barriers of clothing.
It's even better than I imagined. This touch alone is already making me feel things I never have with another guy before. I guess it's a combination of me never being this attracted to someone before, and the other part is his sheer skill with this hands.
He leans back and watches his fingers disappearing into me. His lips are parted slightly, as if in awe of the sight before him.
The look of desire in his eyes gets me even closer to my peak, and when he leans down to swipe his tongue along me and wraps his lips around my sensitive nub, I can't hold back any longer. My jaw drops and my eyes roll back as I explode with a pleasure so extreme I see stars behind my eyelids. It's got to be the most intense orgasm I have ever had.
When I come back from my high and glance up at him, he's smiling softly at me.
"Beautiful."
I blush and offer him a shy smile.
"I have to see that look on your face at least one more time tonight."
He then turns to his nighstand, where he rifles through looking for a condom. He eventually finds one and uses his teeth to tear the wrapper, which is an extremely hot sight if I do say so myself.
Once it's on, he leans forward on top of me again, hovering over as he kisses me lovingly. But when I feel him move his hips slightly and he grazes my entrance, he pulls away just enough to look at my face.
I see the question in his eyes. I can tell he's looking to make sure I'm ready. I smile at him and nod.
With that, he finally pushes in.
The look that takes over his face, is something I will never forget.
After giving me a moment to adjust, he begins to move and sets the perfect rhythm as he thrusts into me. I clutch his back and raise my hips to meet his. It feels absolutely divine.
"Tris..." he grunts back, rubbing his nose against mine slightly before kissing me again.
My hand tangles in his short brown hair as his kisses travel to my neck and he nibbles on my earlobe. Which causes me to speed even quicker to my second release.
He must feel it too, because I feel his hips speed up a bit and he let's out another deep quiet noise.
"I'm close." He warns.
"Me too." I tell him, feeling it come along quite quickly. Especially as he shifts his angle slightly and pounds into me a bit harder.
My body literally shakes as I hit my peak and the feel of his continued deep thorough strokes inside of me, causes it to last far longer than I expect. The waves of pleasure course through my body, only to be enhanced when I feel him release with a deep pleasant sigh of my name.
After we come down from our highs and are snuggling up in bed after, I look up at him, only to find he's already watching me as he slowly runs his fingers through my long hair.
So, this is what making love is really like.
"That was fun." I say, a playful smile on my face.
"I agree." He says, matching my smile. He gives me a quick kiss on the lips, then looks back at me to ask a question.
"Will you stay here with me tonight?" He asks, almost timidly.
"There's no place I'd rather be."
"Good, because I really didn't want to let you go." He says, giving me a little squeeze with the arm he has around me. "And if you're up for round two after I make you waffles for breakfast, then you'll already be here and ready in my bed."
"Careful. I just might fall in love with you, Tobias Eaton." I say with a chuckle, but I'm sure he sees the sincerity in my eyes, because it reflects in his.
"What if I've already fallen?"
A/N-
There you have it everyone! This little short story is complete.
I apologize for any grammatical errors/mistakes. Unfortunately this chapter gave me the same issue, it won't let me save the edited final version.
Since this little story has been so popular, I may consider doing a few outakes or random future chapters on this little story. But until then, I have lots of other short stories and little one-shots started, so will hopefully have another one of them ready to post soon.
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