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WEDNESDAYS AND LAVENDER SHEETS; TODD STEVENS.

✍️Author's Note: I hope you enjoy it. I’m sorry if there’s anything wrong with the story—English is not my first language, so I apologize for that.

Summary: On an ordinary Wednesday, Todd and his girlfriend meet up to study but end up getting lost in their closeness and easy intimacy. Between teasing, touches, and quiet confessions, it’s clear—without saying it outright—that what they have is deeper than just a simple campus fling.

Todd Stevens x F reader!

I’m sorry, Lewis playing college students is my crime

It was Wednesday, and the campus smelled of freshly cut grass and burnt coffee. The kind of day that promised nothing yet somehow always managed to undo you completely.

Todd was waiting for her outside Building D, leaning against his usual post, his backpack slung lazily over one shoulder. His hair was perfectly in place, and that half-formed smile seemed carved into his face from the moment he’d seen her walk in that morning. She made her way to him, a folder clutched to her chest, wearing the calm expression of someone who had already resigned herself to what was coming.

“Ready to suffer?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“If by ‘suffer’ you mean explaining the same thing I explained last week, then yes,” she shot back, amused.

Todd let out a low laugh through his nose, popped open the car door, and gave her an exaggerated bow.

“After you, my queen of knowledge.”

The drive to the Gamma Phi Sigma house was short. She’d asked if they could study there—her housemates would be out at an event, so it would be quiet. Todd hadn’t objected. In fact, he liked going. Though he never said it aloud, he felt that room—that corner on the second floor, its walls plastered in sticky notes, the sheets scented faintly of lavender—belonged more to him than his own room at the fraternity.

When they arrived, a few girls lounged in the living room, scattered among books and snacks. Several pairs of eyes turned their way, and though no one said a word, the message was clear. Some smiled because they liked seeing them together. Others smiled because they wanted Todd with a silent longing—but they all knew, every single one of them, that he didn’t see anyone else.They climbed the stairs with a sweet, near-mechanical familiarity. Once inside her room, Todd let his backpack drop by the door and, without asking, collapsed face-up onto her bed.

“Is this a tutoring session or a nap?” she asked, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.

He let out a muffled groan, burying his face in the pillow like an animal burrowing for warmth.

“Mmm. It smells like you. Smells like… you.” His voice was dulled against the sheets. “Come here. Just for a few minutes, yeah?"

She watched him, feigning resignation—though she was already crossing the room. She sank down beside him with a sigh that said "I indulge you because I love you", even if she never said the words aloud. The room fell quiet. Outside, the laughter of a few girls drifted by like distant echoes, but in here… there was only them.

Todd turned to her, pressing his forehead to her shoulder, an arm slipping around her waist. Then he propped himself up on one elbow, studying her with that intense gaze he’d perfected—so deep it never frightened her.

“Do you think… we’ll always be like this?” he asked suddenly.

She narrowed her eyes at him.

“Like what?”

He traced a finger lightly along her arm, as if outlining something only he could see.

“Like this. This good. This easy. Us,” he murmured. “Because… I don’t know. Waking up without you, not having this—it sounds like a shitty life.”

She looked at him, torn between laughing and kissing him.

“Are you making a declaration while you sniff my pillow?”

Todd laughed, leaning closer.

“I’m saying that if it’s still you and me in ten years, I won’t be surprised.” His voice dropped, rougher, closer to a confession. “It’ll make me happy. But I won’t be surprised.”

Then he kissed her.

First, as if he hadn’t just said it. Then, as if he’d just laid himself bare.

The kiss started soft, then deepened. His hands found her with the certainty of someone who knew every curve, every sharp intake of breath. She shifted until she was half atop him, giggling against his mouth when he groaned and slid his fingers under her blouse.

“God, you drive me insane,” Todd whispered, his breath hot against her neck. “Do you even know what you do to me?”

A soft gasp escaped her when he kissed just beneath her jaw, the spot where her pulse seemed to burn. His mouth moved slowly, heat dragging along her skin like an invisible map. He traced down to the base of her throat—each brush of his lips a promise he didn’t need to speak aloud.

His hands gripped her waist, firm, anchoring her to him as if he could make the world vanish beyond this bed. The heat between them wasn’t just flesh against flesh—it was the way their breathing synced, the way their bodies sought each other with a hunger that felt like home.

She settled into his lap naturally, as if that space had always been made for her. Her hips pressed to his with a slow, delicious friction that set every nerve alight. Her knees bracketed his hips, and for a heartbeat, the whole world seemed to hold still at the exact moment their eyes met.

Todd looked up at her, desire darkening his eyes, his lips parted in a half-smile.

“Look at me,” he murmured.

And she did.He kissed her again, this time deeper—needier. Not the clumsy rush of a first time, nor the reckless push of youthful lust. Something heavier. Slower. More certain.

As if every kiss was a homecoming. As if he was kissing every piece of her he’d missed, even while she slept beside him.

His hands roamed her back, tracing her spine like each vertebra was something holy, then slipping lower, fingers ghosting beneath her blouse. When his fingertips found bare skin, she shivered—not from cold, but from the reverence in his touch. He moved slowly, mapping her waist, her ribs, relearning her inch by inch.

She closed her eyes, clutching his shoulders as she lowered her head and kissed him back with the same open devotion. Her hips rolled against him before she realized she’d moved, and Todd stifled a groan that rumbled in his chest.Her blouse rode up a little more. Her skin was warm, her breathing quickened. Todd’s lips skimmed along her collarbone, lower still, and he felt her tremble in his arms. He paused for a breath, eyes drinking her in—her hair falling like a veil around them, her chest rising and falling in quick, hungry waves.

“I want you so bad it hurts,” he murmured, the truth scraping raw in his throat.She kissed him again. And again. Until words dissolved into shared breath, quiet moans, a tangle of limbs that promised so much more.

And when she, with a guilty smile, pressed her forehead to his and panted between soft laughs:

“We can’t have sex in the sorority house…”

Todd let his head fall back onto the mattress with a strangled laugh—half frustration, half surrenderBut even like this, pinned in that sweet limbo, his body burning, his mind spinning—he knew there was nowhere else he’d rather be than here: beneath her, her scent in the sheets, her voice trembling against his lips, love and desire pounding through his veins all at once.He stayed still, his lips hovering just shy of her collarbone, eyes closed as he swallowed a curse.

“God.” He exhaled like the air had been ripped from his chest. “This is torture.”

The words lingered in the warm air between them, their bodies still knotted together. She, still perched in his lap, let out a soft, warm laugh that brushed his ear more tenderly than any reply. With an instinctive gentleness, she threaded her fingers through his hair, stroking slow, lazy circles like she was calming a restless pup.

Todd closed his eyes. That touch—small, trivial to anyone else—was everything. It was home.

“Then let’s go to the frat house,” he mumbled into the sheets, voice muffled and desperate. “No one’s there this time of day. I’ll take you now. Say yes.

She shook her head, smiling—and in that smile was more than refusal. It was fondness, unspent hunger, and that quiet rebellion that always managed to undo him without even trying. She slid off his lap with slow, deliberate grace, smoothing her clothes as she fought to catch her breath.

“I think you should study if you want to pass that exam,” she said, arching a brow as if that mattered more than what had just passed between them.

Todd let out an exaggerated groan, covering his face with both hands like the universe itself had betrayed him.

“After this, we’re having sex, right?”

He said it with the same offhand ease someone might use to order coffee—no shame, no filter. Just honest want, laced with that shameless humor that made her burst out laughing, the kind of real, unguarded laugh that made him fall harder every time.

“Maybe,” she shot back through her laughter, turning away to rummage at her desk.

Todd watched her from where he lay, propped up on his elbows, eyes glinting with mischief and open adoration.

“I’m gonna ace this test,” he declared.

She grabbed a book, flipped it open at random, and tossed a pillow over her shoulder without looking back.

“And you’ll have a patient girlfriend,” she teased, grin audible in her voice.

He caught the pillow effortlessly, still sprawled across the bed, as if everything about her was beautifully predictable.

“And an amazing girlfriend,” he murmured, softer now—no hint of a joke.

She froze.

The laugh caught in her throat, and for an instant, the air between them thickened with something denser than lust—something raw and real. She turned her head just enough to glance back at him, biting her lip, eyes bright with that secret fire only he could kindle.

She didn’t say a word.

She didn’t have to.

Because yes—they knew.

Everyone knew.

The girls in the hallways, the guys in the fraternity, the professors who had caught them sleeping in the same classes, the shared glances in the library, Sundays in pajamas, and blurry Fridays wrapped in blankets and soft music.

Todd was hers.

And she belonged to him.

And even if the world changed semester, city, or skin, that would never shift.

Never.

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