Very M!

On another note entirely, does anyone know any good Tom/Sybil prompts or where I can find them? Please leave a comment if you know :)

Enjoy!

"Sybil I have work to do,"

"Yes, yes you do. Very important work, darling..."

She pushed herself up onto her tiptoes and kissed his lips so very, very tenderly, relishing in the knowledge of what she was doing to him. She took his hands and held them on her rump, pushing her perfectly-rounded breasts against his toned chest, and as a result she heard a sharp breath escape his lips.

Tom withdrew his hands. "I need to finish this article,"

"And you will. But I need a shower, and as I recall so do you..."

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued and very much enjoying the thought of what his wife was suggesting. But as much as he might want to, he needed to finish his work.

Yet Sybil, desperate for inatmacy (and all that went with it), changed his mind when she decided now was the time to play that card.

Down fell her dress.

Oh God help me, he thought as he did his best to keep his eyes on her own and not on her beautiful, curvy figure.

She turned away from him, her knickers emphasising her maginifinet curves which he so longed to take in his hands. She turned her head over her shoulder, her lush lips that beckoned for a kiss slightly parted.

"Are you coming?"

Was it his imagination, or was her voice more demanding than usual?

Temptation got the better of him and he rolled up his shirt, revealing his muscular torso. This time, it was Sybil who was hypontised.

He unfastened his trouser belt, and began to pull them off his legs. Why are you taking so long?! Sybil wanted to scream, although she kept her mouth closed, making sure to pout her lips in a way he'd previously remarked he loved her to do.

Finally, when it was just his boxers that concealed him, she strode forward and so very slowly peeled them from his skin, not losing eye contact for a moment. After, he did the same to her, removing her undergarments in a torturously slow manner.

However, their pace picked up as they made their way to the shower.

It was Sybil who set the temperature, cooler than she alone bathed in but hotter than her beloved did (for she was certain if she showered at the temperature Tom did she would freeze to death).

Once they'd climbed in, Sybil tilted her face back against the droplets, lifting her arms above her head so she not only exposed but drew his attention to the way the water followed her figure. She looked over at him, suppressing a smile as she witnessed the lust in his eyes.

Tom poured shampoo across his hand so their was no surface of skin left. He then began to massage the soap into Sybil's head, stroking her dark curls that tumbled down her face.

"Hmm," she murmured, throwing her head further into his hands.

One hand remained where it was, yet the other, silky from the strawberry-scented soap, journeyed down her side, heightening her senses. He ran a single finger below her stomach, and she shivered against his touch, fighting the urge to squeeze her legs together. He pulled her right back against him, and she gasped when she felt his finger so close to her centre, her thigh tingling where he touched her.

Finish, she internally begged. Please.

Despite her silent pleas, he moved his finger, back up to her hair which he rinsed free, leaving a luxurious scent upon her. Despite facing away from him, she could feel his eyes follow the bubbles down her body.

She stepped forward, deciding it was time for payback.

After lathering her hands in body soap, she stroked his skin with her hands, beginning at his shoulders which she gently massaged. He sighed as she moved further down him, circling his nipples and caressing his groin... before she retreated as he had done.

"Turn around," she said.

She began the same journey but this time from the other side, scraping her fingernails down that sensitive spot on his back. She pulled herself behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, gingerly running her fingers up the inside of his thighs.

As he had done, when it became apparent he wanted more she withdrew herself, turning her body in a fashion which could only be described as captivating.

He took her hands in his own and held them above her, pinning her back against the icy wall. He moved his lips close, so close if he had not moved precisely in the way which he did they would have touched.

There was steam on the walls, but it wasn't solely due to the water.

"I want you..." she whispered, so, so, desperate for the taste of his lips.

Tom chuckled slightly before cupping her right breast in his palm and gently squeezing whilst she let out a moan.

"God, you're beautiful..." he nipped her neck, down to her shoulder and then up again. She grabbed onto his shoulders, caressing the waves of muscle on his arms, before her hands glided up and curled around his neck.

Finally, he pressed his lips against hers and neither could stop a groan at the pure beauty of each other.

His hand left her breast, once again moving down her body. He tickled the top of the inside of her thigh before gently flicking her centre, sending a rippling buzz through her. He broke away his lips and spun her around, her heart screaming with anticipation. Softly as not to hurt her he peeled away her barriers, and up went his index finger.

"Crikey!" she just about managed to whimper through the moans, her pleasure flying higher and higher.

He laughed against her neck, his eyes sparkling with glee. "I think we can do better than a 'crikey'!"

Another of his fingers entered, gliding further into her and rubbing against her clit, faster, faster, until she screamed,

"OH GOD TOM!"

He kissed the skin on her neck, muttering a smug, "That's more like it, darling."

Her whole body was throbbing and exploding with sparks; oh it was heavenly!

"More!" she begged, the taste of him flickering across her lips.

He thrust harder and she screamed with the perfection of the feeling, digging her nails underneath his skin on his forearm.

Once the pleasure began to fall she stood, breathless, staring at the beautiful man she called her husband.

"Thank you," she whispered, cradling his cheeks in her hands.

She sealed her lips over his, this time slower and fulfilled.

"You're welcome," he said, not believing she needed to thank him but accepting her offer anyway.

He kissed her again, and her arms wrapped around his neck as his did to her waist.

"Ah!" Sybil squealed, clutching tighter onto her husband as they fell victim to the downpour of freezing water.

Tom shielded her from the worst of the enemy although of course he teased her mercilessly.

"Don't like the cold, Milady?"

"We must have used up all the hot water!" she cursed, wrapping herself in her arms to save the sensitive areas of her body from become subject to this evil. "It's not funny, Tom!"

"If you're that cold, we'll just have to get out, won't we?"

She sighed, stepping forward. "I suppose. TOM!" she screamed when he picked her up and momentarily held her underneath the flow.

Once he'd pulled her back to safety he could barely speak from laughing so hard, although Sybil's mood was very different indeed.

"You will pay for that, Tom Branson."

"We'll see about that..."