"What are you smiling about?" Imogen questioned him as she set his plate of food in front of him and she set her own down as well. They didn't have a dinner table considering they had the island in the kitchen and they also spent almost every dinner...
She peered at him though her lashes, "Maybe I just didn't want you getting tired, pushing all the furniture around." She said coyly, making him swallow, "Afterall, you did promise that we would christen the apartment."
Scott's grip on her waist tightened, he nipped at her neck, "I did, didn't I?" He growled, before spinning her around and roughly kissing her on the lips.
She moaned when he squeezed her ass before pushing her against the counter. He pressed kisses to her neck and ran his hands up and down her body. She felt him unzip her skirt that pooled around her legs and he dipped his hand into her panties and he swallowed her gasp by kissing her before he pushed a finger into her.
He could feel how wet she was and he felt himself getting hard seeing her writhe around his fingers as he kept sliding his finger in and out of her. Her breathy gasps echoed in their new home. He gripped her hip to keep her steady as he added another finger making her cry out in pleasure.
He knew that she was getting close to peaking as she grabbed his arm tightly, arching her back and crying out his name.
Her chest heaved and her eyes slowly refocused back on him. She turned them so he was leaning against the counter. She kissed him roughly before pulling back and dropping down to her knees as she pulled down his jeans and boxers.
He groaned when she took him into her mouth. His grip on the counter tightened that he faintly heard a small crack. The way she took him in his mouth was overwhelming. That is until she stopped. A growl escaped his lips when he looked down to see her teasing him. Her blue eyes flickered up and she pulled back, "What?" She asked innocently as she gave his cock a small lick.
He stared at her for a moment, his eyes flashing red before pulling her up and pushing her against the counter and rip off her top and bra.
She went to scold him before she felt him shred her panties as well before pushing inside her. She whimpered, her hands gripped the counter when he started to pound into her. The slap of flesh made her clench around him, loving the way he was slamming into her.
Scott thrusted into her, enjoying the way she tightened around him each time. Once she peaked around him, he moved him to the couch where he pushed her onto her back and slammed into her once again. She moaned, her nails digging into his back as he hit her spot. He knew that this was what she had wanted and he didn't plan on holding back.
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After hours of lovemaking and doing it everywhere, the two had taken a shower which led to them taking longer before getting out and ordering pizza for dinner. They watched a movie as they ate dinner before going to sleep.
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A few days had gone by and had taken their tour around the campus the day before. Today, though, Imogen insisted on making dinner. So he patiently awaited her to finish since she insisted on doing it alone and he sat on the stool at the kitchen island. The whole thing felt so domestic and Scott couldn't help but long for the future where they were married with their own kids.
As he watched her cook, the more in love with her and their future together grew. Before graduation, he was worried about well... everything. His career, his friends, his mom, but he was mostly worried about his relationship with Imogen. Living together would give them a glimpse of what their future could be once they moved onto their careers.
"What are you smiling about?" Imogen questioned him as she set his plate of food in front of him and she set her own down as well. They didn't have a dinner table considering they had the island in the kitchen and they also spent almost every dinner on the couch the last few days.
His brown eyes flickered down to the food before looking at her. He reached across the island and grabbed her hand, "Just how much I'm looking forward to our future together." He said softly, his thumb running over the promise ring.
Her cheeks flushed when he sent her images of what he pictured their future like. An image of children who shared their features popped into her mind along with them living in a house. She couldn't help but conjure up their own hypothetical child and all she came up with was them having his brown eyes and smile.
They were definitely her favorite things about him. "Me too." She whispered back.
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"You got everything?" Imogen questioned her boyfriend as she watched him close the trunk of her car. They were going back to Beacon Hills so they needed some clothes to wear.
He scratched his head, "Yeah. It was just two suitcases, right?" One was his and the other was hers. They were only taking the small suitcases since they didn't really need a lot of clothes considering they were only staying for a few weeks before coming back.
She nodded, "Yeah." She watched him open the door for her and she got in the car. Her eyes flickered to their apartment building with longing. She couldn't help shake the feeling that they wouldn't be back in a while.
He got into the driver's seat. "Ready?" He asked after turning the car on and putting on his seatbelt.
Her blue eyes flickered away from the building as she settled into her seat, the feeling wouldn't go away. "Yeah, let's go back to Beacon Hills."
Scott looked at her for a moment and decided against reading her mind. He figured she would just miss their little home which he would too. The week they spent here with her had been exciting and comfortable. But they would be back and then the start of their future would begin.
He moved the handle and drove off, unaware of what awaited them in Beacon Hills.
