There was a loud shriek followed by a crash. Thomas dropped the trash bags he was carrying and rushed back into their fixer-upper. It didn't take him long to reach the kitchen where he'd last seen Lizzy. His heart pounded hard against his rib cage. He had to rescue her from…
Nothing?
She stood by the end of the counter. There was debris around her. A broken cabinet above her head. But, she didn't seem to notice as she hopped up and down, messing with a large device in front of her.
Thomas frowned, taking a cautious step forward. She looked uninjured. Her body language told him she was happy, excited even. That scream was from excitement? He heard a little high pitch ring then static with voices that faded in and out.
Music. He could hear some music through the static. She took her hand off the dial and messed with the antennas of the radio. The cabinet she must have found it in creaked, then slid. Thomas quickly rushed forward and grabbed it before the entire piece came crashing down on her.
She looked up at him, her face a little red from embarrassment. "Sorry," she said. "I got really excited."
She moved the radio further to one side, allowing him room to grab the falling cabinet and yank it the rest of the way off the wall. The static and high pitch ringing filled the room as she played with the dial and antennas.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, finding a station that sounded the strongest. He set the broken cabinet on the floor. She messed with the antennas a little bit more till the static was all but gone. Turning, she smiled at him.
"Music, Tommy!" she exclaimed. She grabbed his hand and twirled to his side before twirling away. "I haven't listened to music in a while."
His heart leapt in his chest. No one had ever grabbed his hand and twirled into him like that.
It was a bit surprising that the old radio still functioned. So many things the Hewitts owned were broken or breaking down. Except his trusty chainsaw. That he kept in the best condition he possibly could.
"Our future home is looking better. We got a functioning radio. And we get Scooby tomorrow," she said with glee.
He was excited too. Scooby. That's the name he wanted for the pup. She didn't seem too keen on the idea, when he held up the stuffed animal. Her nose had scrunched up and her mouth had turned with clear disapproval. But, if she had another name in mind she didn't offer it up. And, she'd even started using the name when she referred to the pup.
A puppy. Their future home. And some day, kids.
Thomas's eyes gazed past her through the kitchen window into the backyard. He had already made plans in his head about what he was going to do back there. Fix the fence so they could let the dog out whenever and not worry about it disappearing in the vast forest around them. And then a playground. He was going to build a playground back there for their kids.
"Tommy?" Lizzy said, interrupting his daydreaming. Her hand reached out to him.
"Will you dance with me?"
Dance? His whole body stiffened at the request. He automatically shook his head. There was a part of him that wanted to say yes, but he was scared. He'd never danced with anyone before.
Her eyes narrowed as she studied him. Storming over to him, she grabbed his hands and moved them around her waist. He found himself holding his breath as she ran her hands up his chest then wrapped them around his neck.
"Just sway then," she said as she started rocking. The current song ended and a new one started. The music swelled, making him want to twirl her away then back to him. But he resisted his urges.
"Where do I begin."
He gulped but followed her movement, dragging his feet more than he lifted them. He didn't want to step on her. And, knowing him, he probably would on accident. With a content sigh, she rested her head against his chest and relaxed.
"To tell the story of how great a love can be."
It was still hard to believe. He'd won. At life! How the fuck did that happen?
"The sweet love story that is older than the sea."
He was a loser. An outcast. The world's reject. Thrown out into the garbage as a baby. Yet, was it luck or fate that led Luda Mae to him that fateful night? Luck or fate that brought Elizabeth to him.
"The simple truth about the love she brings to me."
He lifted one of his hands to go through her growing hair. His hand looked so big by her head. A murderer's hand. The kind that beat people, killed people, and butchered them for their meat. It could have been her. It would have been her.
"Where do I start."
It was strange how one simple event led down to this. Had he not gotten fired from his work, and the factory shut down, he wouldn't have murdered his boss. Had he not murdered his boss, Uncle Charlie wouldn't have killed the sheriff and taken on the man's identity. They wouldn't have resorted to cannibalism to survive. And he never would have brought Elizabeth home after her companion crashed their car swerving to miss him…
"With her first hello."
Lizzy. The woman who was supposed to be dinner had become his wife. And the future mother of his children. Their children. Children that he prayed would look like her.
"She gave new meaning to this empty world of mine."
The song playing on the radio caught his attention. Lizzy hummed along to it. Her tone was so pleasing to his ears. Low, steady, musical. She acted a little differently when they were here, in their possible new home. Relaxed. Content. Just a little bit happier. At home with his ma her body still had some tension in it. Even though now things were going much better for her.
"There'd never be another love, another time."
Looking up, he stared at the ceiling. He wanted to give her everything she wanted. Not just needed. Wanted. It hurt, knowing that some things he'd never be able to give her. He had no idea when they'd be able to move in, if ever. Not that he could tell her that yet. They'd done almost everything they could, taking out all the trash, cleaning the debris, throwing out every single piece of furniture. There wasn't much left to do now, other than dream about what the home would eventually look like. Unfortunately, it was money that was needed to make the place truly livable.
"She came into my life and made the living fine."
The store was keeping the family afloat but barely. There was no money to spend on fixing up the place. At least, not yet. The little town they lived in was dying in many ways. She didn't know that. She didn't know that the family was just barely hanging on to their properties. She didn't know that his insistence that she eat whatever was put before her was because it was what they could afford. She came from a rich family. She had no idea what it was really like to barely get by. And he didn't want her to know what it was like.
"She fills my heart."
It was cheaper and easier killing people for meat over paying money for some animal. Using animal meat was almost a luxury at this point. Adding the puppy onto the list of mouths to feed was not an easy decision to make. Ironically, a baby they could handle, but a dog was an unnecessary burden to add. Yet, it was something she was never given by her rich family. Something she desired, that he'd picked up on from the longing he heard in her voice. Something he could get her.
"She fills my heart with very special things."
He was determined to get her a puppy. One that would become her companion and protector when he wasn't around. And he knew exactly who to turn to. Mr. Denver's dogs were well known in the area. Fiercely loyal and protective. And, although they were not the same breed, Mr. Denver's dogs were as close to the Scooby Doo doll that Thomas could find in the area.
"With angels' songs, with wild imaginings."
He just didn't expect to be able to get one so soon. Next set of pups, he had figured… Well, more like hoped. They didn't have the money to buy one yet. Those dogs were damn expensive. Except… "An apology" his mother had told him. It was on one of the days they had left Lizzy at home, alone. She had driven them up to Mr. Denver's farm and handed the man money for one of his pups. Thomas had a feeling she hadn't told Lizzy how big her role was in getting the gift. That puppy…
"She fills my soul with so much love."
Most animals never liked him. He was a rather large man, intimidating, scary. And he had that aura about him. But, he was willing to deal with whatever temperament the animal had that she chose. As long as it loved her, he would accept it. But, out of all the puppies she could have chosen, she chose the runt. She chose the one that seemed to be able to stand him. The one that licked him.
"That anywhere I go I'm never lonely."
Thomas couldn't help himself as he stared at her. Just… it seemed as if he was living in a dream sometimes. A dream he didn't want to wake up from, but knew that one day reality would find him. It was hard to trust, to believe, that when they were out there in the world she would still be the same. That she'd still look at him as an equal and not be embarrassed that he was by her side.
"With her around, who could be lonely."
He couldn't say it didn't hurt seeing her in that pen with all those puppies and "Handsome" Jack nearby. They looked like such a perfect couple together. Not that Thomas would let her go to be with someone better suited for her beauty. He was never going to let her go. And… he didn't have to. She called him "love" and reached for him. Thomas. The murdering, cannibal, rapist. What he did to her was inexcusable, but somehow she still loved him. She wanted him.
"I reach for her hand, it's always there."
He didn't regret his actions. He probably should. Probably should feel sick that he kidnapped her. That he raped her. No one forced him. He knew better. But, he wanted her. He needed her. He figured she'd never truly fall in love with him. Hoped that having his children would maybe get her to care a little bit for him.
"How long does it last."
But, she loved him. Without children as an excuse that bound them forever together. It was his protective nature towards her, she had admitted recently. She'd never had anyone look out for her the way he did. And, he saw her. He listened. He paid attention. And apparently, that's all he needed to do.
"Can love be measured by the hours in a day."
He was determined to spend the rest of his life making her as happy as possible. If anyone tried to harm or ended up harming her, he would kill them. Didn't matter who they were anymore. Some random stranger. "Handsome" Jack. Hoyt. His mother.
"I have no answers now but this much I can say."
If Lizzy's fate wasn't sealed before, it was sealed now. Signed. Sealed. Chained. Cemented into the ground and not even the devil himself could break her free. She called him "love" and kissed him, in front of people. People, people!
"I know I'll need her 'til the stars all burn away."
His wife. He had to make it official. Official, official. Reverend, legal papers, family as witnesses. Get her a beautiful wedding dress. A new one. One that she would pick out. Redo their wedding night. Make it special. Get rid of the old, painful memory for her. And the desperate memory for him. He couldn't help but squeeze her ass. She tilted her head up and smiled at him.
"And she'll be there."
"Hello, love," she said.
He struggled, moving his tongue and throat to get out a single important word.
"W-w-wife," he managed to push out.
Her smile widened and she nodded her head. "Wife," she confirmed. Rising to her tiptoes, she kissed his lips. She didn't linger, much to his disappointment.
With a sigh, she moved away from him and turned on the faucet.
He watched her leave. Her ass, perfectly accentuated by her own clothing. He had to admit, there were few pieces of clothing that they gave her that were actually her size. He never noticed how much nicer she looked with clothes that properly fit her.
Little drops of water hit him, causing him to gaze away from her ass. She gave him a mischievous smile as she flicked more water at him.
"Mind out of the gutter," she said in a teasing manner. "Maybe after dinner."
He could tell from the tone of her voice and the glint in her eye that "maybe" meant"diffidently". But, after dinner felt like an eternity.
The floorboards creaked from his weight as he moved closer to her. He stopped behind her and brushed her arms with his fingers. She didn't look at him, but hummed in approval of his touch. Taking his hands, she brought them under the cool stream. Slowly, she massaged each finger, getting rid of the dirt and grime that had accumulated from the day.
When she seemed satisfied, she let him go and turned off the water. Shaking her hands in the air, she straightened her back. He didn't move, pinning her between him and the counter.
She tilted her head up to look at him again.
"What?" she asked. He moved his hand around her face. His fingers lightly massaged the skin along her jaw. He still needed reassurance he wasn't in some dream.
Raising her hand up, she flicked more water in his face.
"I'm very real, Tommy," she said as if she read his mind.
He leaned in and kissed her lips, applying little pressure. She hummed and smiled into his kiss. Moving her head again, she took his hands and wrapped them around her body. With a content sigh, she leaned back and nuzzled against his chest. The two of them stared out of the clean window into the backyard.
Was she real though?
Unfortunately for her, he was always going to need reassurance. Always going to need to verify that she wanted him. That she was real and not some figment of his imagination.
But, that was the fun part, wasn't it?
Blood rushed down to his cock and his breathing deepened.
He moved his fingers and pulled her shirt up to stroke her warm flat belly. Her burn scars a seeming imperfection to her, but to him it made her sexier. She still stiffened a little at his touch. Tilting her head up, she gave him a puzzled look.
"Guess we should be heading back, huh? I have a feeling we're going to be late for dinner," she said. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. She rubbed her ass against him, undoubtedly feeling his hardening flesh that called for her.
His little tease. He let out a growl and nipped her neck. Her giggle turned into a moan. His fingers dug into her skin and she leaned back, raising her arm up to touch his face.
He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her soft hands on his skin. He kissed her and she more than happily returned his kiss, opening her mouth for a deeper one. His tongue met hers, while the two swayed against each other.
Her fingers locked with his and she moved his hands up, under her shirt, stopping at her breasts. She broke their kiss and bit her lower lip to moan again. His fingers played with her nipples, twisting them and pulling them.
How did this happen? He wondered, kissing her lips again.
Their lips parted with a loud smack. He moved down to kiss her cheek and then jaw, making his way to her neck.
She let out a half laugh, half moan, tilting her head to one side so he had more access to her sensitive skin. He pressed his mouth against her neck and sucked, tightening his grip on her body, as if she would try to escape him. His teeth scraped her skin in a teasing manner and she gasped. Her whole body trembled.
"Oh," she groaned. Her breathing grew deeper. One of her hands joined his as she made him massage her breasts harder.
If only she could read his mind. Or, if he could talk. The dirty things he'd whisper in her ear.
I want to pin you against every wall in this house and claim you.
He abandoned one breast. Sliding his hand down her warm skin, he stopped for a brief moment to stroke her burn scars again before traversing further down. She wiggled slightly as if he tickled her. His fingers found the button of her jeans and he unhooked it. Raising his head up, his eyes focused on hers as he slipped his hand into her underwear.
I can't get enough of you.
Her mouth dropped and she took in deep, steady breaths. Trust. There was trust in her eyes. Trust in whatever he planned on doing. He stroked her vulva before slipping his fingers between her folds. Starting with his pinky, he made each finger brush over her clit, getting a jerk of her hips and a moan.
Tell me, Lizzy. Tell me you belong to me. You need me.
He gently stroked her warm, slick insides as his mouth went back to her neck.
Wet already, Lizzy? Her body spoke to him. Confirmed his statement. But he needed to hear her say it.
"Oh, Tommy," she moaned, grinding her hips onto his fingers. His thumb teased her clit, while he moved his fingers to explore her again.
That's my girl. My wife. Use that beautiful mouth of yours to say my name.
He moved gently, dipping one finger into her slick hole, his teeth playfully bit her jaw. He loved the way her body quivered for him.
You like it when I finger you, don't you, you dirty girl.
Her grip on his arm disappeared. She moved her hand down and unbuckled his belt. He moaned as her hand desperately moved through his clothing till she found his hardened cock. She started to stroke him while her hips moved harder against his hand.
You make me so hard, I can barely control myself around you.
He kept a light pressure on her clit, not enough to get her to come. While his finger in her stroked her silky smooth insides. His other hand mauled her breast. Her moans started to sound annoyed, desperate. Her hips moved to force his thumb to press harder on her clit.
She was having a hard time stroking him as she chased her impending orgasm. Kissing her cheek, he moved his thumb away and leaned back. She tilted her head up. Her eyes held such desperation. He grinded his hips, pressing his hard-on against her ass. She whimpered.
Beg for it. Beg for me. Beg me to let you come.
"Tommy?" Her eyes searched his face. "I want to come. Please." She was clearly at that edge, so close. "Please, Tommy," she begged. "Let me come on your fingers."
He smiled. No. Not right now, love.
To her clear surprise and confusion, he withdrew his hand from her pants. Defiance flashed through her eyes and she moved her own hand to finish what he started. He shook his head. Grabbing her arm, he pinned it behind her back, then pushed her onto the flat surface of the count.
I need to be inside you, Lizzy. I need to feel you coming on my cock.
"I'm so close, Tommy," she partly whimpered. He held her arm behind her back and used his other hand to pull down her pants. She let out a moan. Her free hand tensed against the kitchen counter.
He quickly unbuckled his hands and let them drop, freeing his aching cock that begged to be inside of her again.
I can hardly control myself when I'm around you.
He used his free hand to hold his cock and tease her slit, making her feel his hot, hard flesh. He ran his glans along her clit and she hummed, pushing her hips back.
Tell me you want my cock. Tell me you need me, Lizzy.
She turned her head to gaze back at him, her mouth partly open, yearning. "Fuck me, Tommy," she begged. "Please. I need your cock in me. Don't make me wait any longer."
He didn't want to wait any longer either. He slammed into her. She cried out as he moaned. He had to pause for a moment, relishing in her warm, wet heat. He held onto her arm and moved his other hand up to hip. She clawed at the counter.
"Oh yes," she moaned.
He moved slowly, but steadily at first. Making her feel every single bit of him. She had to understand how hard she made him. How much he desired her. And he had to make sure that she was still real. And that her real, wild body wanted him.
She pushed her ass back, meeting his thrusts. The sounds coming out of her mouth drove him wild. Low to high pitch moans and partially coherent words.
God, you sound so sexy right now.
"Fuck. Harder, baby," she cried out desperately. "Oh, God. Fuck me harder."
She didn't have to ask. His mind was already demanding he give her everything he had. His big hands wrapped around her waist. Her face scrunched with desperate concentration. The sound of her arousal just made him more determined to fuck her harder.
"Right there. Right there," she said in a high pitch voice. Desperate. Her hand went back to grab the bottom of his ass, holding him closer to her so he wouldn't leave. He placed his hands on her shoulders, pressing her down to meet his thrusts.
"Oh, fuck," she cried out.
That's it, come on my cock, baby. I'm there too. Let's come together.
She took in a deep breath, her whole body stiffened on him. She was coming. He let out a guttural moan as her insides spasmed and seemed to suck him in deeper.
Lizzy.
He felt his cock twitch as he released his sperm inside of her.
One day it would take, but then again, he was in no rush. Still, he rather enjoyed the feeling of cumming inside of his woman. His wife. All his.
He leaned against her, rubbing her belly, feeling her scarred skin. They both inhaled and exhaled deeply. Neither were interested in moving. It would have been nice, if he could stay in her warm, wet heat for a little bit longer. Alas, his deflating cock was pushed out of her pussy.
He pulled his pants back up while keeping an eye on her. She lay on the counter for a moment, arms laid out in front of her. With a groan of annoyance, she moved her hands down to pull her pants up. He watched her jeans cover her lovely ass again. With a content sigh, she placed her hands back on the counter and rested her head on them.
It's time to go home.
He turned off the radio and unplugged the cord for good measure. It was a little surprising that there was electricity in the home. But, he wasn't about to risk an electrical fire.
With a loud sigh, she straightened her back. Her hand went through her hair as she shook her head.
"Shit, Tommy," she whispered. He couldn't help but smile at her, at the dazed look she had on her face. She took a step forward and her legs buckled.
"How long does it last." The song lyrics from just a little bit ago popped into his head.
He grabbed her before she could hit the ground. She let out a little giggle when he lifted her up to carry her bridal style. His brow furrowed with worry at how limp her body felt in his arms. He'd never seen her act like this before. But, she hummed in approval. Her face looked relaxed, content.
"Can love be measured by the hours in a day."
"Wish we had a bed here, Tommy," she mused. With a content sigh, she nestled against his chest. Her fingers unbuttoned a small part of his shirt, before slipping through. He felt her warm skin brush his chest hair. "We're so naughty."
"I have no answers now but this much I can say."
He beamed at her. They were. She was right. It would have been nice to have a bed so he could cuddle with her immediately. But, holding her in his arms wasn't so bad either.
"I know I'll need her 'til the stars all burn away."
She wrapped one arm around his neck and kissed his jaw. "You fucked me good, Tommy," she said. Her voice sounded so very sleepy. "Satisfied now?"
He was for now. He knew it was silly. After everything. To still have those doubts. But, he needed that from her. Needed that reassurance because the world had never given him anything before. He just needed to make sure that she was still there.
"And she'll be there."
A/N: Ya'll! I've never done this before. Adding lyrics to a song in a chapter I'm writing. BUT, I was doing a little bit of research and I came across this song. And it fucking works so perfectly with Thomas's thoughts and feelings. I HAD to add it into the story. It's "Where Do I Being (Love Theme from "Love Story")" by Andy Williams. Excuse me while I die over here at just how perfect this feels for me.
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