Tom Riddle | Short Stories

O.M. ~ One shots

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"Love?" Said Ophelia, causing Tom's heart to warm as he looked over the case file for the drug dealers in the area selling 'sunshine pills'.

A form of Mali, only cleaner. Whosever created it must have been some criminal mastermind because there were barely any traces in pee, and there had never been an overdose,

But it was still illegal.

So Tom's job as a high ranking detective got a new assignment.

He felt Ophelia's hands on his shoulders, and then they lost all their tension, she was like his very own sunshine pill.

"Still stumped?" She asked, coming around to the other side of the couch and sitting next to him, dressed only in one of his dress shirts,

"Yes. Can't focus. And you are not helping." He said, and Ophelia rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder,

"But you are so comfortable," she said, "I'll just be right here and you can work,"

He put an arm around her, unable to resist, smoothing his shirt over her back, before reaching the bottom of the fabric, and running a hand across her bare back,

"You are such a distraction," said Tom, as she began pressing kisses to his neck,

"Love, you started this," she said, palming him through his pants,

"Me?" He asked, enjoying her attention, and capturing her lips in a kiss, and moving his hands to undo the front of his shirt on her and she undid the shirt he was wearing,

She tasted like honey. And he loved it. He loved her, and he didn't think he'd ever love anyone,

But Ophelia Marigold was just perfect.

She was on top of him, moving slowly, and increasing their pace little by little,

He was to enraptured with the way her body looked as it moved over his, that he was about to come already, so he reached between them and rubbed her clit, and grabbed her arse, and it worked.

He adored the way she called him love. He was never worried she didn't love him, because she confirmed any time she addressed him.

She rolled off of him and sat next to him, panting slightly,

He touched the small sun tattoo on the side of her rib cage almost fondly,

"Remind me again where you got this," he said, pulling her against him, his work long forgotten,

"Summer vacation. It was a stick and poke." She said,

"But why a sun?" He asked,

"It's on my family crest, love." Said Ophelia, glancing at the pictures of the sunshine pills, "And I adore the sun in all its life giving glory,"

"I like that." He murmured as he held her close to him, and she shut her eyes,

Her assignment had gotten a little derailed by the handsome detective, distract him as he looked for leads. But Ophelia did something catastrophically dumb,

She fell in love.

"I think we should get married." He said, "What do you think?"

This was part of it. The lie. The marriage.

"I think as long as the groomsmen and the bridesmaids don't clash we should be fine." She said, and she could practically feel his smile as he kissed her again,