Made in Heaven

Thomas opened the door for Bree, before following her himself. He had ordered some minor room service. nothng really all that much. just a simple fillet of fish. Thomas turned on the radio, playing some Celtic Women songs such as May It Be. color=aether]"So..." he asked, [/color=aether]"how has your day been?[/color]

Bree shrugged. She kissed his cheek as she went inside. "Fine. Just fine. What about you?" she asked, smiling at him as she sat on the bed.

Thomas walked over to her, and sat with her, fingers slipping around her slim hand. "I'm well..." Thomas kissed her cheek. "Listen, I've got some room service on the way. after that, I daresay anyone coming by will heed the sign concerning do not disturb..."

Bree laughed and nodded. "Simple meal? Nothing too fancy, right?" she asked. She lay back, her head on her hands and looking at the ceiling.

The doorbell rang. "You'll see..." Thomas paid, brought the food over, and opened it. the fish looked and smelled like it came from a five star resteraunt.

She sat up and smiled, holding back from clapping her hands in delight like a little girl. "Aw, Tom!" she gasps and kissed his cheek.

Thomas served, and ate the meal in silence. afterward, he lay on the bed with Bree, and held her hand. "gods... how did I ever fall in love wit someone so awesome..."

Bree ate too, finishing up quickly. "By being awesome?" she questioned before shuffling over and hugging him.

Thomas hugged her back, but it quickly turned into a kiss. Thomas' lips brushed against her lips, before moving them towards towards hers fully, but tenderly.

Bree kissed him back, twisting her fingers into Tom's hair. She melted against him and smiled whenever she came up for breath.

feeling her melt into his arms was a bigger turn on than the demigod would admit. he slipped an arm below her neck, and started rubbing at her back.

She sighed and looked up at him with her big brown eyes and kissed him gently again before nestling in against him.

Thomas held her against him, relaxed. slowly, he moved a finger, and drew it over her side.

Bree started to giggle. "That tickles, Tom," she says.

"oh, really?" almost tauntingly slow, he drew his finger over her again, then kissed her, his legs twining with hers. parting his lips, the tip of his tongue darted forward, tasting her lips.

She giggled a little before kissing him back. Her hair fanned out on the bed behind her as she wrapped her arms around Tom. "Haha... I love you, Tom."

"Yeah..." Thomas said, rolling till he was above her, yet beside her(if that makes any sense). "I love you too." Thomas took Bree's hand, and set it to a button on his shirt before he moved his own fingers towards the hem of her shirt.

She smiled and took the hint, undoing the button quickly and moving on to the next. "Eager."

"Who," Thomas asked. "Me?" he slid a hand over he skin, going over the terrain of her skin, taking it in. "Eager?"

Bree smiled a little crookedly as she looked at Tom. "Yes. You."

"Oh, really..." Thomas asked, slipping her shirt over her head as his own was unbuttoned. "Maybe, I just really loved the main course... and would like to get to dessert..." his fingers trailed over her belly as his lips returned to hers, his tongue seeking entry to her mouth.

She let him earn entry to her mouth before attacking his tongue with her own. She pressed against him, moving her leg up and down.

Thomas kissed her, one hand tossing her shirt behind him in a nonchalant manner. His fingers trailed over any piece of exposed flesh, and wanted more space to play on. puling away from Bree for a brief moment, Thomas pulled off his shirt, pressing his bare chest to hers.

She bite her lip and pressed her palms against his chest. Bree kissed him for a minute or few before lowering her hands to his waist.

Thomas moved his own hands to her waist, messing with the buttons as she started the removal of his pants, which he slid down his legs with little effort.