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Thank you for answering my ask. I really love how you write smut scenes so I was wondering if you could do something that included smut? Maybe where Taron and y/n haven't seen each other in years and something sparks between them when they first see each other. Maybe it's at a welcome home party for Taron who has been traveling for work for the last however long and someone invites y/n to the gathering. A/N: Hey anon! Thank you so much for sending one! I do love a good bit of smut but don’t write it too often because it sometimes makes me feel really out of touch with life. When the photos of Taron at his friend’s wedding first popped up, inspiration struck and led to this piece. A very smutty day indeed. Word Count: 5.8k Warnings: Alcohol consumption, explicit language, oral sex (f receiving), smut, sex in public,

Also: Sian is pronounced ‘sharn’. Trust me, it’s part of my first name and I’ve been using it for almost 24 years lmao

The Welsh countryside had been blessed with the warm rays from the sun which sat high in the sky, only a couple of clouds dotted around breaking up the crisp blue sky above. The line of the horizon was beautiful, the delicate blue of the sky met the bright, deep green of the fields and trees that surrounded the venue.

You had hung your light shawl over the back of your chair to try and remove as much from your body as you could, the heat already getting to you. It didn’t help much though. It was almost unbearably warm. Not that you were complaining. Sian and Elwyn deserved the best of the best for their wedding day and there were plenty of places to cool down under the teepees that were set up for the reception later that afternoon.

All you had to do was get through the ceremony and then you could escape to somewhere cooler and get started on the drinking. There were still fifteen minutes before the ceremony was due to start so you grabbed your phone from your clutch to check your social media accounts, liking a couple of photos and posting one of yourself from before you left the hotel. You’d balanced the phone on the large windowsill and had set a timer, getting yourself into place and smiling sweetly as the camera clicked.

You put your phone back in your clutch, not wanting to ruin any photos that were being taken by the photographer. There was something about phones in wedding pictures that you just didn’t like, and you weren’t going to be the person to ruin the photos that your friends would look back on for years to come and remember the day they swore their lives to one another.

‘Well I’ll be damned,’ a voice came from next to you.

Your breath hitched in your throat. You didn’t even need to turn to see who was speaking to you because you recognised him by voice alone. The only difference to his voice was the slightly stronger Welsh twang that he had, surely from being back home for a little while longer. He always got more Welsh when he was home, falling into old habits.

‘If it isn’t Y/N,’ he added, sitting down next to you as you turned to look at him.

A large smile broke on your face and you threw your arms around his neck to hug him, inhaling deeply and allowing your eyes to fall closed. He was wearing the cologne that you loved him wearing. The one you had first bought him years prior for Christmas. It was a deep woody scent with a hint of vanilla and a slight undertone of tobacco. A Tom Ford scent that had set you back a pretty penny.

‘Taron,’ you whispered, slowly pulling away from the hug and taking in his appearance.

He had gelled his hair back, not a single hair out of place as he moved around. Unlike the other men at the wedding, he had opted for a monochromatic suit with a simple white shirt. The first couple of buttons were unfastened, his chest on show. The suit jacket was pinstriped and it fit him absolutely perfectly.

‘How’ve you been, stranger?’ You asked, tilting your body around to sit with. His thigh pressed against yours and ignited something inside you that you hadn’t felt for a long while.

‘I’ve been good, thanks,’ he said, smiling at you. ‘Lots of projects last year, a couple in the works this year too.’

‘You’re still a busy body then?’

‘Oh absolutely.’ He chuckled, waving at someone who was getting situated in their seat not too far away from you both. ‘How about you? The last I heard you were opening your own coffee shop in Brighton?’

You expelled air slowly between your lips, shaking your head. ‘Yeah, that didn’t work out,’ you confessed. ‘I now work for a marketing company in London. I guess I still ended up in the place I swore I’d never be.’

Taron took a deep breath and gave you a sympathetic smile. You’d told him numerous times that you didn’t want to live in London. You were dead set against it, to be honest. It was the reason things with Taron stopped when they did. If it weren’t for your desire to stay away from London, you’d probably be at the wedding with Taron as your plus one.

‘I didn’t mean-’

‘I know,’ he whispers, giving you a small wink to tell you that it was okay.

The sun continued to shine down on you as the bridal party made their way down the aisle, standing in their respectful places. Taron absentmindedly rested his hand on his thigh, his pinky finger drawing gentle circles on your clothed thigh, sending shivers down your spine. You grabbed your shawl before Sian walked down the aisle, draping it over your shoulders as a way of guarding your skin from the sun and hiding the very visible goosebumps that were rising on your skin.

You stood up before Taron when Sian’s walking down the aisle song came on, and you could feel his hand settle on the lower part of your back when he was up. Your emotions were all over the place. You hadn’t seen him for over two years and all of a sudden you were seeing one another for the first time at a mutual friend’s wedding and he had his hand on you and his finger on your thigh as you sat together.

When the ceremony was over, you stood and clapped for your friends, throwing the confetti that you had over them with everyone else, smiling like the Cheshire cat. Taron suggested you both grab a drink while the happy couple had photos taken with their families and you agreed, following him to the small bar and ordering yourself a glass of champagne.

‘That was such a lovely ceremony,’ you commented, taking a sip of the cool liquid and already feeling a little more free. ‘They’re so in love.’

‘It was lovely, I agree. It’s taken them long enough to get married though.’

You both chuckled as you headed to the area where games had been set up for guests to enjoy, opting to play four in a row. There were two bags of coins, a red bag and a black bag. You handed the red one to Taron and took the black for yourself, taking the first turn yourself when Taron motioned for you to.

The game went quickly, with you winning when Taron put his coin in the wrong spot, hands flying to his head in shame. You did a little happy dance, getting all excited when Sian walked over to you when a Queen song started to play.

The two of you started to dance together, one of your other friends taking their phone out and filming the two of you, panning the camera around to Taron who was holding two glasses of champagne, one for himself and one for you.

Sian turned to the photographer and beckoned her over, insisting that she take a photo of her with you and Taron. Not wanting to be a party pooper, you stood to her left, Taron stepping to her right and both of you wrapping your arm around her back. You smiled widely, staring into the lens of the camera waiting for the click. Taron’s thumb brushed against the back of your hand and you took an uneasy breath, trying to keep your composure.

Your skin ignited where he touched it, a thousand tiny fires burning from the inside out. When the photographer walked away, you hugged Sian tightly, congratulating her with a genuine smile and asking how she was feeling.

‘Weirdly like my entire life has just slotted into place,’ she gleamed. ‘It’s like I was supposed to be a wife, you know?’

You nodded. ‘I don’t know if that’s on the cards for me anymore,’ you muttered, mainly to yourself.

‘What do you mean?’ Sian asked, curiosity taking over. ‘You’re still so young. There’s plenty of time for you to find someone.’

‘But what if I’ve already found that person? And messed it all up. What then?’

Sian followed your gaze to Taron who stood posing for a photo, two glasses of champagne in his hands. He had unfastened an extra button since the ceremony but had yet to take off his suit jacket. You watched him intently, too many thoughts spinning freely in your mind.

‘I don’t think you messed it all up,’ Sian replied after a little while, taking your arm in hers and pulling you into her side. The jewels on her dress scratched your arm but it didn’t hurt. If anything it grounded you. Something that you desperately needed. ‘What makes you think you messed it all up?’

‘I don’t think your wedding is the place to be talking about this.’

‘No, come on. I’m the bride and I say I want to talk about this. So you have to indulge me.’

‘I told him I felt suffocated in London,’ you breathed. You remembered the day as if it was only yesterday.

Taron had just gotten back from a training session at the gym. He needed to bulk up before his next shoot so had spent nearly every evening in the gym working one part of his body or the other. You weren’t mad, he always looked so fuckable when he got back. Which is why you had packed your bag when he wasn’t there.

You didn’t want to be in the flat when he got back. Instead of leaving while he was there, you started to write a note explaining why you were leaving. But he caught you before you could finish.

He stood near the kitchen entrance and looked you up and down, his eyes falling sad when he saw the bag on the sofa. ‘Y/N? What are you doing?’

‘What I should have done a long time ago,’ you admitted firmly, putting the pen down and looking at him.

Just as you had thought, he looked so good for someone who had just spent an hour and a half working out. His arms were strong and tensed as he rested his hands on his hips. His hair was slicked back underneath a baseball cap and the bottom half of his face was covered in a short stubble.

‘I don’t belong in London,’ you forced yourself to say. ‘I’ve never belonged here. I only stayed because of you. I’ve wanted to get out for so long.’

‘You only stayed because of me?’ He asked. He was hurt. You could tell with the crease of his eyebrows. ‘You only stayed in London because of me? Way to make me feel bad.’

‘Taron, I told you when we first started this,’ you motioned between the two of you with your finger, ‘that I wasn’t staying in London. I don’t like being here. It is suffocating. If I’m not in this flat I’m in a tiny studio flat with nothing to do. I need to go. I need to be free.’

‘So I make you feel trapped?’ He asked.

He took a step towards you. You took a step back.

‘Y/N…’

‘Taron. What am I to you?’

His brows creased more. ‘What? What do you mean?’

‘What am I to you? You asked again, this time a little further. You wanted to hear something specific, something that would stop you from taking your bag and leaving the flat, leaving London, potentially leaving the country. ‘I want you to be brutally honest. What am I?’

He stumbled over his words, physically unable to tell you what you were to him. You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth and nodded through a sad smile. A tear fell down your cheek and you swatted it away quickly, not wanting to cry in front of him.

‘That’s why I’m leaving,’ you said finally. ‘I can’t keep putting myself on the line for someone who can’t even tell me what I am to them. You couldn’t even say that I’m a friend. Do you have any idea how shit that makes me feel, Taron?’

He nodded. He did know. Because it made him feel just as shitty.

‘The one person who has been there for me since I moved to this shitty city can’t even call me the thing he claimed to be all of two days ago? The one person who is the reason I moved here can’t even tell me that I’m a friend. I bet you didn’t know that I’m falling in love with you, did you?’

Taron looked at you through wide eyes, mouth ajar as he watched you lift the note you’d started to write from the counter, ripping it into pieces and dropping it into the bin.

It had been your idea to begin with. To sleep together simple to relieve your desire to have sex. He agreed, under the pretence that you were going to remain friends. No feelings were going to be involved. You were just friends who slept together when you needed some relief.

You’d managed to keep the feelings away. For a while. You’d gone a year of just sleeping together. No feelings involved. But then one of your work colleagues caught you smiling at one of his texts and you knew you were fucking. And not by him.

‘You said-’

‘I know. I agreed to no feelings. And I meant it. I’m a shit girlfriend. I’m jealous and I’m selfish. And I fuck everything up. I never wanted our friendship to be in the line of fire. I realised the other week that it wasn’t just sex for me anymore. It was so much more. That’s why I have to leave. I can’t stay here falling in love with someone who doesn’t view me as anything other than a sex doll.’

‘You’re falling in love with me?’

‘Now isn’t the time to have a heart to heart, Taron. I’m leaving. I’m doing you the favour and taking myself out of your life. I don’t belong in London. I won’t end up in London.’

You walked to the sofa and grabbed your back, shaking Taron off when he tried to grab your arm to stop you. All you wanted to do was fall into his arms but you couldn’t. He didn’t love you the way that you loved him. Putting the spare key he had given you on the table next to the door, you took one last look at Taron before closing the door and walking to the lift.

You’d lost the one person you wanted to run to.

‘And I told him that I was in love with him.’

Sian whipped you around to look at you, her hands on your arms to steady you both. ‘You told him what?’

‘Did you know that we were friends with benefits?’ You asked. When Sian shook her head you carried on. ‘We vowed that there wouldn’t be feelings involved. And I shouldn’t have suggested it. Because I think I was already falling in love with him when we started. But I shoved it all down and we used each other for sex.’

‘I can’t believe what I’m hearing.’ Sian looked between you and Taron. ‘When he came here two years ago because he was really upset…’

‘I told him that I was suffocating and that I was going to remove myself from his life,’ you continued for her, looking at him with sad eyes. ‘At the time I meant it. I was really suffocating but it wasn’t London, and it wasn’t him. It was me. I was suffocating myself. Pushing feelings as strong as I had down for so long was the worst thing I could have done. So I left. And I messed everything up.’

Sian shook her head, ‘I don’t think you did. I think you did what you needed to at the time.’

‘Do you know he’s wearing the cologne I got him for Christmas four years ago? It still smells just as good as it once did.’

‘It’s all he ever wears. I’ve not seen him wearing anything else since you left. I think he’s been hanging on to any hope that you’d come back and that things-’

‘They can’t go back to how they once were.’

‘I’m not saying that they have to. I’m just saying that he’s been pining for you.’

You chuckled softly. ‘I think I have him too. Not that he’s going to care. Or know. I can’t tell him.’

‘Why can’t you?’

You sighed and looked at her seriously. ‘Because isn’t he seeing someone new? It’s all anybody can talk about.’

It was hard to escape Taron online. He was everywhere you went. Photos of him getting cosy to a redhead at a café in London, laughing at something said and drinking coffee on your Instagram discover page; photos of his various work projects being shared with your mutual friends; his own Instagram stories popping up when you least expected them to.

He was everywhere and nowhere all at once. Too close but too far.

‘They worked together,’ she chuckled. ‘She was called Honour and she has the same type as Taron.’

You looked at her in confusion. ‘Women.’

Laughing, you shook your head. ‘Sian, what do I do?’

Taron was walking back over to you then, the two glasses of champagne in hand and a smile on his face. He passed you one of the glasses and smiled at Sian.

‘Congratulations, Sian. You look absolutely beautiful. Elwyn is one lucky man.’

‘Thank you, Taron. Y/N, I think you know what you need to do,’ she smirked, walking away and heading to her new husband who was waiting for her with open arms.

‘What do you need to do?’ Taron asked, tipping the glass up so that the golden liquid could slip down his throat.

‘Oh, nothing,’ you said, tipping your own drink back. ‘Come on, dinner will be getting served too.’

******

After dinner, the bridal party all made their speeches. You laughed, you cried, your heart broke and you were given hope. Sian and Elwyn looked absolutely perfect together as they sat at the head table, listening to their nearest and dearest talk about them and their relationship.

Taron and you were on the same table, sitting so close to one another that you could feel the heat of his body against yours. His breath fanned against your shoulder when he leaned forward to pick his phone up from the floor when it fell off the table, and you had to close your eyes to stop yourself from doing anything that you would regret.

‘The bride and groom are now going to share their first dance,’ the DJ spoke, all of the guests clapping and cheering as Elwyn guided Sian to the dancefloor, spinning her into his arms and moving with her to the music.

Taron turned to you with a smile, but you didn’t look at him. You were too taken by your two friends, their smiles lighting up the entire room and their hearts so visibly full as they enjoyed a few minutes to take everything in.

The lyrics of Unchained Melody ran through your entire body, igniting something deep within you that you didn’t know you felt anymore.

‘The bride and groom would like any couples to join them on the dance floor for the final verse of the song to share in their special moment.’

Taron didn’t think twice before he grabbed your hand and guided you to the dance floor, wrapping one arm around your waist and grabbing your other to hold at shoulder height. You couldn’t look at him for a second, but when you did, everything slowed down around you.

Woah, my love, my darling / I’ve hungered for your touch / A long, lonely time / And time goes by so slowly / And time can do so much

Your hand was clammy in Taron’s as you stared into his eyes wholly, his tongue running along the bottom of his lip and pulling it into his mouth. The words were so true, but you didn’t know how to communicate how you were feeling. Something in you realised that Taron must have understood otherwise he wouldn’t have got you to the dance floor to dance with him.

Are you still mine? / I need your love / I need your love / Godspeed your love to me

You just about managed to catch him looking from your eyes to your lips and back up again, and you instinctively copied his action, wetting your lips slowly. The sound of your heartbeat drowned out the sound of people chattering, the loud thumping stopping you from focussing on anything but Taron and it.

The song ended and people made their way back to their seats, but you stayed where you were, dancing to the next song that came on.

I found a love, for me / Darling just dive right in / And follow my lead

The hand that once rested upon your waist moved to rest at your jaw, pulling you in so close that you could taste the champagne he’d had on his breath. His nose brushed against yours and upon your better judgement, your eyes fluttered closed, fisting his shirt tighter in your hand. He ghosted his lips over yours and took a shaky breath, rubbing the top of your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful / I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight

When he finally pressed his lips against yours, you relaxed into his touch, pressing your head against his hand to feel him closer. It took a couple of seconds for your eyes to open when he pulled away, his forehead resting against yours as he looked at you.

‘Taron-’

‘I know. I know,’ he whispered, taking your hand and pulling you outside into the cooler evening air. ‘When you left, you didn’t let me-’

‘T-’

‘Let me say this, please,’ he begged.

He grabbed both of your hands and held them tightly, taking a deep breath and looking directly at you. Your nerves bubbled in the pit of your tummy as you watched him, breaths heavy.

‘When you left, you asked me what you were to me. I couldn’t physically get the words out. You were there, telling me that you were suffocating, and then you asked me what you were to me. I knew that if I told you that I was falling in love with you, that you would feel even more suffocated. I was losing you and I didn’t want you to feel obligated to stay if you knew how I felt. So I couldn’t tell you. I couldn’t tell you that I bought an extra hoodie because I knew you liked to steal mine and I wanted you to have one just for you. I couldn’t tell you that I was excited to get home from work and see you in my flat cooking. I couldn’t tell you that I admired your body and the curve of your bum against my hand. I couldn’t tell you that you were the best thing that happened to me.’

The wedding still went on loudly behind you, but you could only hear Taron. He was staring at you directly as he spoke, but his eyes kept flicking away from you, nerves taking over.

‘I loved you. I still do, I think. In fact, no, I know that I still love you. You were the best thing that ever happened to me and losing you was the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.’

You stood completely still, breathing jagged and unable to say anything. Everything you wanted to hear two years prior was being said and you couldn’t move. For two years you’d thought that you’d done Taron a favour by leaving. That by putting your feelings last, you could save you both the heartbreak. For two years you grieved the loss of the person you loved more than anything, not knowing that he felt the same.

‘Y/N? Y/N please say something. If I’ve just fucked everything up then I am so sorry. I know you didn’t come here today to hear me go on and on about how I-’

You crashed your lips with his, holding his face in place as you stood on your tiptoes. He grabbed your waist and pulled you into his front. You gasped, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, swiping it against yours over and over. His hands held you in place, slowly reaching down to hold your bum. Instinctively, you jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, letting him walk you blindly to a spot less visible to everyone in the tent behind you.

‘I love you,’ he whispered against your lips.

‘I love you too,’ you smiled against his. ‘You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to say that.’

******

‘’Ve missed you so much,’ Taron whimpered into your mouth, his hips jerking forward messily as your head tugged his cock slowly and softly. ‘Jesus fuck, that feels so good.’

‘I didn’t expect this when I got the invitation,’ you told him honestly. ‘I don’t even know what this is.’

He moaned, a shudder dancing down his spine as his breathing picked up. Your hand wrapped around him perfectly, stroking his length as though you’d never stopped. He’d craved your touch for so long that now he had it, he was worried he wouldn’t ever want to stop.

‘This,’ he stuttered, ‘is two idiots who couldn’t tell one another how they felt at a pivotal moment finally confessing everything…at their friends’ wedding.’

‘Fuck we’re at Sian and Elwyn’s wedding.’ You had only just realised that you were at a wedding, with over one hundred people in a teepee mere metres away from where you were with your hand wrapped around Taron’s dick and pulling out the sweetest moans that you’d missed from the pit of his tummy.

His hands roamed every part of your body that they physically could; your hips, the swell of your bum, your sides, your boobs, your neck, your thighs. A trail of goosebumps following the gentle trace of his fingers.

‘I’ve missed you too, though,’ you added, pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss.

He tensed when you quickened your pace wanting to feel him come undone. Your skin ignited when he dropped his head to your shoulder and sucked a delicate kiss to your exposed collarbone. His hand grabbed your wrist when he was getting close, halting your movements and kissing your neck again to muffle the moan that reverberated throughout his entire body.

‘Can I…can I taste you, please? Just one taste?’

Bringing his face up to kiss him needily, you nodded, moaning as he dropped to his knees, not caring if they got stained from the bark floor. His hands found purchase on the sides of your knees and you shuddered at the sight when you peered down to see him looking up at you through his eyelashes.

Almost as if you were a china doll that he was scared to break, he lifted your dress softly, gliding his hands up the length of your legs and chuckling knowingly when a sheen of goosebumps popped up all over your thighs.

He pressed a soft kiss to your thigh before he hooked his fingers into the sides of your white lace underwear, pulling them down your legs torturously slowly, the cool evening air dancing against your exposed heat. You jerked forward, needing to feel him, and he looked up at you

‘Now look who’s impatient,’ he smirked up at you, helping you step out of the underwear and popping it into the pocket of his shirt. ‘You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited to taste you again.’

He rested his nose against the bottom of your tummy, tapping your left leg, silently instructing you to lift it over his shoulder. From your new position he had perfect access to your core. He licked his lips when he saw how wet you were, and he slipped his finger into your folds, drifting to your entrance where your arousal pooled. With a sigh of content, he pulled your wetness to your clit, circling it slowly a couple of times and resting his hand on your tummy to stop you from moving forward at the touch.

With your back against a tree, it was hard to get comfortable, but as soon as Taron pressed the most delicate of kisses to your folds, you didn’t care. Your hips jerked forward and his nose nudged your clit, the sensation causing a tingling feeling in your lower belly. A feeling you hadn’t felt in a long time.

You tried to grip onto his hair but the gel that slicked it back made it impossible. There was nothing to grip onto, nothing to muffle the moans that you couldn’t hold in.

When he licked from your entrance to your clit, his own moan vibrating through your, you balled your hand into a fist and tried to use it to muffle your sounds. Taron continued to devour your centre. He lapped at your arousal like he hadn’t drank in weeks. He was insatiable, focusing on one thing for no more than ten seconds at a time, needing to get as much of you as he could.

As he created a rhythm, he glided a hand up your front until he could grab your wrist, teasing your hand down for him to grip onto. You laced your fingers together, resting your hands at the middle of your abdomen, looking down at him and letting out another long, drawn out moan.

His eyes were partially closed, the feeling of giving you pleasure pleasuring him also. Your neck flexed when he pulled your clit into his mouth, sliding a finger into you and curving it up slightly. Even after two years, he knew exactly where to reach and he moaned into you when you jerked your hips forward. It was hard to hold your composure, and your leg was hurting from holding you up.

He added a second finger to the mix, bringing you excruciatingly close to orgasm. But right as your hand reached to grip his hair, the same way it did when you would sleep together regularly, he pulled away with a pop and helped you lower your leg to the ground, your dress falling to your knees once more.

You whimpered against him but he simply pressed a kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself on him and you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you.

‘Wanna feel you coming undone around me.’

‘Taron,’ you moaned softly, holding him in place as he held your bum and squeezed it not so subtly. ‘Wanna feel you. Wanna feel you so fucking bad. I’ve missed you.’

He smiled against your mouth, sliding his hands down to your thighs so that he could pick you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed you further against the tree, the bark scratching your back but somehow still feeling good against your skin.

‘Don’t have a condom,’ he muttered.

‘Doesn’t matter. I’m on the pill and worst case I can go to a chemist tomorrow.’

Dropping his head into your shoulder, he gripped the base of his now throbbing cock with one hand and pressed it to your entrance, gathering some of your arousal before pressing into you. You moaned in unison, the feeling of being so beautifully stretched overwhelming. It had been a long while since you were stretched like that and Taron gave you a few moments to relax before he started to move.

His hips found a rhythm quickly, the rhythm he knew would have you coming undone within minutes. You mewled against him, panting against his lips when he moved to kiss you.

‘Forgot how perfect you feel wrapped around me like that. Missed you so fucking much.’

‘Feels so good. Gonna cum if you don’t stop.’

‘I don’t plan on stopping any time soon,’ he chuckled, continuing to thrust up into you.

Your hands moved from his neck to his shoulders and down to his waist before making their way back up to his neck. You came undone before you could even comprehend what was happening, your legs tensing around his waist and your hands balling fists of his shirt tightly. A moan from the pit of your belly and the flutter of your walls against his cock had Taron’s head spinning, his own orgasm following suit.

‘Jesus Christ that was…’

‘Intense?’ You finished for him, kissing his lips. ‘But the best kind of intense.’

‘I’m sorry I never told you how I felt that day.’

‘Is it bad I’m not? Had you have told me, who knows what would have happened. But look at us now.’

‘I wonder if Sian will know what we’ve just got up to.’

‘I think she will,’ you laughed, dropping your legs from his waist and shakily grabbing your pants from his pocket, lifting them over your legs and pulling them on while Taron situated himself in his trousers. ‘I haven’t had sex like that in a long time.’

Taron’s eyebrows lifted, smirk playing at his lips. ‘Oh yeah? Sex like what?’

You swatted his chest, your lips failing you and smiling. ‘Sex somewhere that I could get caught at any moment. But also sex that makes me feel like my entire body is on fire. Only you have made me feel like that.’

‘Oi, you two.’

The voice came from the clearing just behind you, and you peered around the tree to see Sian standing with her hands on her hips and eyebrows raised. A heat made its way to your cheeks and Taron chuckled.

‘Yes, Sian?’ He asked innocently.

‘I’m very happy that you’ve made up and just given each other what I am assuming to be a mindblowing orgasm, but we’re about to cut the cake and it would be nice to have everyone there. Think you can keep it in your pants for another hour?’

‘We’ll be right there.’

Sian walked back into the teepees with a loud laugh and Taron took your hand in his, guiding you out of the woodland and towards the table where you’d eaten your food. You started to shiver when you were in the open again, so he draped his jacket over your shoulders and pulled you into his side, situating you on your seat before he sat down himself, smirking to Sian who shook her head playfully at the two of you.

‘She’s never going to let us live this down’ he whispered into your ear before pressing a kiss to your cheek. ‘Ever.’

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