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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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If you mixed all of these together but added a little bit more facial hair you’d get the boy. Damn that’s a type 😅

Clearly...I have a type.

Dark hair, light eyes, looks good in a suit, actors, men too old for me

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70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

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We don’t talk enough about the satisfying feeling you get as an author when you’ve written exactly the fic you wanna read

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Hey, Hi, Hello!

I am alive, and I've missed posting here! I have a question for you all.

Who would like a Right Here, Waiting Christmassy blurb this month??? Anyone?

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Hey everyone.

I am alive, I promise. But since finishing the last fic I just haven’t been in the headspace for this blog 😭 Partly because I haven’t seen Taron in a little while and partly because I did find a hyper fixation that’s been taking up a lot of my time and that has been really fun to be a part of.

I’ll still be checking my notifications and messages over here but my posts may become sparse as I’ve decided to take a little hiatus from posting much. It does mean there may not be a Christmas fic this year but I may try to do a one shot of some description to fill the void.

I hope you’re all doing good. I miss you!!

If you want to follow my current journey within the Criminal Minds realm, I have a blog @drgenius-reid if you’re interested.

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I’ve been chatting a guy since Saturday and today I got the ick so bad 😭 what a birthday treat

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I turn 25 on the 26th and I’m wracking my brain trying to decide whether I want to write a cute little Drabble or not… the ideas aren’t idea-ing recently

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Adding to the trifecta of men…

Clearly...I have a type.

Dark hair, light eyes, looks good in a suit, actors, men too old for me

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The fact that it is 29°C (84°F) where I am in the north of England is killing me. We aren’t built for the heat here and I hate it.

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Brought myself on a spontaneous trip to the cinema this evening to see Barbie again because all tickets are only £3 which is soooo much cheaper than usual. The plan was to see Haunted Mansion but it sold out before I got here and I didn’t want to wait three hours for the next showing 😭😭

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Looking Dapper

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.’ 

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‘’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.’ 

Come chat to me!

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I forget I have issues with my gallbladder until I have an attack and it knocks me on my arse. I’ve been doing so well and not had an attack in two and a half months but yesterday’s has done me in. All because I ate mayonnaise…

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I need short, preferably fluffy, imagine ideas. Since finishing RHW all I’ve wanted to do is write and my mind is blank

Ideas?

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Ok enough. Whats everyone’s heights. I want to make fun.

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RHW: Epilogue

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PLEASE READ: The day is here. Right Here, Waiting is officially over. It's been a ride, to say the least. I've laughed and I've cried, but I've enjoyed every single minute of it. @brayndilyn and I turned a tiny little idea into something that I am infinitely proud of. Her love, support and help has been amazing and this story has given me a friend that I will cherish forever, so thank you, B!

You may notice that this epilogue is set on the 5th of August, 2023...TODAY. I wanted to do something fun and cool and having the story end on the day that it ends just seemed so fitting. I hope you enjoy the epilogue as much as you've loved the rest of the story. I'm off on a little hiatus now but I'll be back soon.

Word Count: 6.4k

Warnings: PURE FLUFF

August 5th, 2023

After a wet July filled with continuous torrential downpours, August brought with it the promise of the sunshine that everybody craved. Taron and Liliana had quickly escaped the hustle and bustle of London at the first sign of sun to spend the week in Aberystwyth with their family. 

Liliana was excited to spend Matilda’s twelfth birthday with her. Matilda had started high school in September and had been so busy that Liliana hadn’t been able to spend as much time with her as she would have liked. Having a week to see her as often as she liked made her insides jump with excitement. 

The second day they were in Wales, it was a warm Saturday morning and Liliana woke up before Taron. He nestled into her back with his nose tucked into the back of her neck. Liliana lay in bed for a little while after she’d woken up just to enjoy Taron’s touch on her skin, but when she grew a little too warm, she climbed out and pulled on some leggings. 

Tina was already downstairs when Liliana slipped into the living room, and she turned her attention away from the TV to smile at Liliana. 

‘Good morning, honey. Sleep well?’ 

Liliana nodded. ‘I did, thank you. Taron’s still sleeping but I don’t think it’ll be too long until he’s awake.’ 

‘You came downstairs,’ Tina chuckled. ‘I give him a solid fifteen minutes before he comes in here looking for you.’ 

‘I was going to say more like ten. I had to try so hard to pull myself away from him. I’m going to go make a cup of coffee. Would you like one?’ 

Tina shook her head softly and held her mug up. ‘I’ve got one already, lovely. Thank you though. I’ll come and chat to you in the kitchen, I’ve had a bit of an idea I want to run by you.’ 

Liliana walked through to the kitchen with Tina close behind her. She’d been at Tina’s house overnight countless times in the almost eighteen months that she and Taron had been together, but it wasn’t until that morning that she realised just how at ease she was there. 

She didn’t feel the need to tiptoe everywhere she went in fear of making too much noise with her steps. She didn’t stop in doorways to listen and make sure that nobody was in a room before she entered. 

And she felt completely free to make herself a drink or get something to eat without having to ask or feel like a burden. She let out a shaky breath as she grabbed the mug that Tina had bought specifically for her, and she blinked back tears. 

‘So this plan?’ Liliana said to try and distract herself from the emotions racing through her. 

Tina settled herself on one of the dining chairs and watched Liliana glide around the kitchen effortlessly. ‘I was thinking, because the sun has finally decided to make an appearance and because I want to celebrate getting to spend the entire week with my two oldest babies, what if we have a barbecue this afternoon?’ 

Liliana’s heart swelled at Tina calling her one of her babies, and she turned to her with an emotional smile. ��That sounds really lovely. Taron and I could go to the shops if you needed? It wouldn’t be a bother.’ 

‘No, it’s okay,’ Tina insisted. ‘If you’re okay to watch the girls for me, I’ll go. Plus, if I’m being completely honest, I need Taron to clean the barbecue before we use it.’ 

Liliana let out a small chuckle. ‘I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to do that. I ought to be making him a drink too, huh? Considering it’s been five minutes since I got downstairs.’ 

‘It might be a good idea. Do you think Eliza would be okay with Matilda coming around today? She could spend the night too, if she’d like.’ 

The corners of Liliana’s lips curled up into a grin as she nodded her head. ‘That would be amazing. Thank you, Tina. But please let me give you some money towards the food and anything extra. It’s the least I can do for everything you’ve done for Taron and me recently.’ 

Tina shook her head firmly. ‘Nope. I won’t take money from you, Lili. It’s what family does.’ 

‘Exactly. Family helps each other out. Let me give you the money for the crisps and things at least then.’ 

‘Liliana Esme,’ Tina chastised lightly. Liliana looked down sheepishly and it took her a short while to finally look back up at Tina. 

‘Sorry.’ 

Tina chuckled with a small wink. ‘There’s been this idea floating around in my head for a few months now but I didn’t know when, or how to bring it up in the best way.’ 

Liliana furrowed her brows as she put the used tea bag into the small caddy next to the kitchen. 

‘I love you just as much as I love Taron and the girls. If anything happened to you, I would be beside myself. You are amazing, and I wish you’d had the grown up you needed in your life when you were little. I’ve been thinking…if you feel comfortable enough, this is, that you could maybe call me mum? You absolutely do not have to, I just thought…oh I don’t even know, I just thought it might be nice.’ 

Liliana’s breath stopped momentarily as a rush of contrasting emotions filled her mind. Tina had been more like a mum to Liliana throughout her teenage years than Eliza had, and she’d accidentally slipped and called Tina ‘mum’ on a few occasions. But knowing that she had Tina’s blessing–that she would finally be able to call someone mum again, and knowing that she had a mum who loved her, it sent something weird zapping through her body and she couldn’t control the emotion as she wasn’t quite sure what it was. 

‘That’s truly only if you feel comfortable though,’ Tina continued. She could sense the difference in Liliana’s demeanour and wanted to diffuse anything before it got too bad and Liliana shut down. The last thing Tina wanted to do was upset Liliana. ‘I wouldn’t ever want you to do something that makes you feel uncomfortable. 

‘It’s just…I want you to have a mum that you feel safe with. I want you to have a mum that loves you how you deserve to be loved, because my god you deserve to be loved, Liliana. Anyway, would Matilda prefer hot dogs or beef burgers for the barbecue? I’ll be getting cheese and doing some fried onions. If she’s anything like you, I’ll be buying Tesco out of onions.’ 

Liliana breathed out a slightly teary laugh. She was thankful for the sudden change in subject. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to call Tina mum. If anything she would have loved to. There was just something holding her back. 

Things with Taron were perfect, to put it swiftly, but she knew just how quickly things changed in her life; how quickly things went bad. The last thing she wanted was for her to finally feel comfortable enough in a family for it all to be pulled from under her. It had happened before, and she swore that she wouldn’t let it happen again. 

‘You may need to buy Tesco out of onions. Chances are she’ll probably have one of each. She isn’t fussy, bless her. You could put any food in front of her and she would give it a go. I don’t know where she got that from, I was so fussy when I was younger.’ 

‘You weren’t fussy,’ Tina said seriously. ‘You just hadn’t had the chance to try a lot of foods when you were younger so you were nervous to sway away from what you knew. I never had an issue with you trying new things. But if she likes both, I’ll make sure there’s both. The girls are the same. I’ll get Taron to clean the barbecue when he comes downstairs and we’ll be good to go. I’m surprised he hasn’t come down yet, it’s been ten minutes.’ 

As if on cue, Taron strolled into the kitchen with his arms stretched above his head. He yawned as he made his way over to Tina to kiss her on the cheek. 

‘Morning, mam. I heard my name. What are you talking about me for?’ 

Tina looked at Liliana and they shook their heads simultaneously with small laughs that made Taron look between them with raised eyebrows. 

‘I bet I didn’t,’ he laughed as he stalked towards Liliana. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her lips gently. ‘You came downstairs without me.’ 

‘Unlike some, I wake up early and don’t want to spend all day in bed,’ Liliana chuckled playfully before she kissed Taron again quickly. ‘Your mum suggested that we have a barbecue this afternoon. We’re going to watch the girls while she runs to Tesco and I’m going to call Matilda soon and see if she wants to come. Eliza won’t have a problem with it.’ 

Taron twisted his body until his hips rested against the worktop. He wrapped an arm around Liliana’s waist and tucked her into his side before he grabbed her mug of coffee to steal some. 

‘Oi,’ Liliana chastised with wide eyes, ‘that’s mine, you bugger. There’s a mug behind you that I made for you.’ 

‘Yours always tastes nicer,’ Taron shrugged. ‘A barbecue sounds amazing though. Do you need me to clean it then, mam? It’s not been used for…I don’t even know how long. The chances are it’s a right mess and will need a good scrub.’ 

Tina licked her lips as she stood to put her empty mug in the sink next to Taron. ‘Funny you should ask,’ she said playfully. 

Taron shook his head in fake disbelief. ‘I knew I heard you talking about me. I’ll get it cleaned this morning for you so it can sit for a while before I light it. Can I put towards the shopping? I don’t like the idea of you buying everything.’ 

‘I already told Liliana that I won’t accept any money from the two of you for it. You are my babies and I want to treat you. Am I okay to leave the girls with you now? They’re due to be waking up soon but I have a feeling Tesco will be packed if I leave it much longer.’ 

‘That’s fine,’ Liliana said quietly before she leaned up to kiss Taron’s cheek. ‘I’m going to go and call Matilda. I’ll be right back, babe.’ 

***

As Taron had thought, the barbecue was in need of a deep clean. It wouldn’t take much to get it clean but Taron got the power washer out to help speed things up. In a feeble attempt to stop his t-shirt from getting wet and dirty, he pulled it away from his body and threw it just inside the back door where it would be sage. 

While he cleaned, Liliana and the three young girls all laid out on blankets on the grass together. The three younger girls played on Taron’s Nintendo Switch while Liliana read a book. After working on her second book for so long, it was nice to read for pleasure rather than for work. She’d made sure to pack multiple books for their week away so that she wouldn’t run out of reading material. 

Liliana read her book until Taron rubbed his palms on the back of his jeans to dry them off somewhat. He’d distracted her so well that when Matilda scooted closer to her, she hadn’t flinched. It wasn’t until Matilda tapped her on the leg twice that Liliana diverted her attention away from her boyfriend to her little sister. 

‘Thank you for letting me come,’ Matilda said quietly while she hugged Liliana from the side. 

Liliana turned to her and smiled fondly. For all of their differences, they were still so alike. They had the same personality, and Liliana could feel the love that radiated from Matilda in the small moments. 

‘You are so welcome, Little Bug. Are you excited to start year eight in September? I can’t believe that you’re already in your second year of high school.’ 

‘I’m a little nervous. Year seven was fun but the teachers have said we’re really starting to get into things this next year.’ 

‘Year eight is a little harder than year seven.’ Liliana wasn’t the type of person to sugar coat anything when it came to Matilda. She wanted her to know that things could be hard, and then give her ways around making it easier. ‘But it will go by so fast and you are so smart that you won’t even be able to tell the difference. Before you know it, you’ll be in year eleven and doing your GCSEs. High school can be hard, and I don’t want you to let anybody tell you otherwise. 

‘And people can be awful, trust me on that one. But you are so headstrong, and so incredibly smart that I know you’re going to do amazing. If anybody starts to give you trouble–students or teachers–let me know. Taron and I went to that school and most of the teachers we had are still there and I can talk to them. Mr Francis, he could probably tell you some stories.’ 

‘He’s my English teacher!’ Matilda exclaimed happily. ‘He’s always really fun.’ 

‘That sounds like Mr Francis. He was Taron and me’s English teacher too. He caught us passing notes one day and I don’t think I will ever live that down.’ 

Matilda’s eyes widened in glee. ‘I’m going to ask him about you both in September. Hey, Lili? Do you think that you and Taron will ever get married?’ 

Liliana took a deep breath and moved her attention back to Taron. His back tensed as he cleaned and Liliana couldn’t help but want to run her hands down the length of it and let them settle just inside the waistband of his jeans. She shook her head before her daydream turned into something erotic and turned back to Matilda. 

She leaned in close and whispered, ‘I don’t know, Tilly, but I hope we do. I love him a helluva lot and it would be nice to be married to him.’ 

‘Would you have kids?’ 

‘I don’t know, Til. That’s something that Taron and I would have to talk about one day. Why? Do you want us to get married and have babies?’ 

Matilda nodded. ‘Yeah. I’ve always wanted a brother. And who doesn’t love babies?’ 

Liliana chuckled and hugged Matilda to her side. Though she kept her eyes on Taron. Matilda had planted a thought in Liliana’s mind and it had turned into a whole daydream about one day being able to call Taron her husband. The thought made her insides turn to mush and she couldn’t hold back the grin that took over her face. 

Unbeknownst to anyone else in the garden, Taron had heard Matilda’s question and had strategically taken a break from using the power washer in the hopes that he would hear how Liliana answered. Taron had known since March of the previous year that he wanted to spend the rest of his time on Earth with Liliana. 

In the April of 2022, he had designed and bought a ring that he hoped she would love, ready for whenever Liliana was comfortable enough to take the next step and solidify their relationship further. 

The past eighteen months had been utter bliss for Taron. He finally had the woman of his dreams and his best friend all rolled into one. But he knew that Liliana still faced her inner demons every day and he was willing to wait as long as she needed before he asked her the most important question. 

A couple of months after their trip to Scotland, Liliana had moved in with him and that was enough for Taron. Liliana was the first person he saw when he woke up, and the last person he saw when he went to bed. If they lived like that for the rest of their lives without the titles of husband and wife, he was sure that he wouldn’t have minded. 

Five months prior, when they celebrated their one year anniversary, he had casually brought up the idea of marriage but Liliana had been hesitant. She had drawn in on herself again and Taron knew that it was too much too soon. He apologised for bringing it up and made it up to her again and again that night, whispering sweet nothings into her ear continuously. 

He had hoped that the idea of marriage wouldn’t scare Liliana so much, and he’d come up with a tentative plan to propose to her in November. It would be the two year anniversary of when they reunited at Liliana’s first book launch. But Taron carried the ring with him wherever he went, more so that he didn’t forget where he had hidden it, but also because he was worried about how Liliana might react if she saw it. 

The second he heard Liliana tell Matilda that she wanted to marry him, he thanked his lucky stars that he’d taken the ring to Aberystwyth with him and that it was stashed in the bottom of his suitcase where there was no risk of Liliana coming across it. He decided to seize the moment, and a plan started to form in his head. 

Liliana and Matilda had continued to whisper while Taron had his epiphany, and luckily they hadn’t noticed that he’d stopped cleaning. He closed the lip of the barbecue softly so that it didn’t make too loud of a noise. 

‘Well, I believe it will do for our spur of the moment party this afternoon.’ 

Liliana looked up at Taron and smiled happily, ‘Great job, babe. It looks clean enough to eat off of!’ She winked at him and he gave her a sarcastic look while he planted his hands on both hips and wiggled them joyfully. ‘You are something else.’ 

‘You got that right, baby. I’m going to go and get cleaned up and put my top back on before I join in on all the fun you four are having. Do any of you want a drink while I’m inside?’ 

‘Can you bring us all another can, please? Thank you.’

Taron went back into the house and continued to work on his plan to get Liliana alone for a little while. He hoped that if he timed it right, they could be back at the house to celebrate with everyone before the barbecue was in full swing. 

He bounded up the stairs two at a time and changed into a pair of shorts and a new t-shirt before he grabbed the ring from his suitcase. Before he left the bedroom, Taron checked in the mirror to make sure that the outline of the small, velvet box wasn’t obvious. 

As luck would have it, Tina walked in the front door as Taron got to the bottom of the stairs. She jumped a little but chuckled when she saw that it was only Taron. 

‘God you have a way of sneaking up on me,’ she laughed. 

‘It was totally not on purpose,’ Taron laughed. ‘Let me help you with these bags. What did you buy, woman? They’re heavier than the girls.’ 

‘Hush your mouth, child. Though I may have gotten carried away with snacks. So the chances are we’re eating all of this over the next few days.’ 

‘That sounds like a plan to me. I actually need your help with something.’ 

‘Sure, baby. What do you need?’ 

Tine looked at her son with a puzzled look plastered on her face. She could tell that Taron was up to something but she couldn’t fathom what it could possibly be. He put the bags he carried down on the table and then turned to his mum fully. 

He checked the back garden to make sure that none of the girls were on their way inside before he stuffed his hand into his pocket and gripped the small box that he’d kept well hidden for almost two years. 

‘I happened to overhear Liliana telling Matilda that she hopes that we get married one day. And I figured, why not ask her today?’ He pulled the box out of his pocket and snapped it open to show his mum the ring. ‘This wasn’t the plan but I can’t wait any longer. It’s been such a long time coming. She’s the one, mum. Liliana is the one that I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.’ 

Tina’s jaw was on the floor and she had tears in her eyes. It wasn’t a surprise that Taron wanted to propose. She’d known how Taron felt about Liliana for years, but she hadn’t had a clue that he already had a ring. 

‘I was going to tell you that I planned to propose but I just can’t wait any longer.’ 

‘Oh my goodness, this is amazing. My baby boy is going to propose!’ Tina’s voice got louder and Taron immediately turned to the back garden. 

‘Mam,’ he shushed her through gritted teeth. 

‘I’m sorry, honey, this is just so exciting! What do you need my help with?’ 

Taron closed the box and stuffed it back in his pocket so that there wasn’t a risk of anybody else seeing it before the time was right. ‘I need you to distract Rosie, Marie and Matilda while I get Liliana up to Constitution Hill. I thought it only fitting that I ask her there. It’s one of the most important places to us.’ 

Tina nodded in understanding and pulled Taron in for a long hug. ‘Of course, that would be perfect. And leave it to me, I’ll make sure the youngest are good while you’re gone. I’m so proud of you, little boy. And I’m so happy that Liliana is ready for forever. I told her that she can call me mum if she wants to and she got emotional. She’s really starting to open up more and I’m so happy.’ 

‘I think she’s finally ready to accept that she’s part of a family now. I just want to make it official. I’m going to go and get her. We won’t be too long, promise.’ 

‘Take your time, Taron.’ 

‘Thanks, mam. I love you.’ 

‘I love you too.’ 

Taron hugged his mum once more before he walked to the back door and admired the four girls at the top of the garden. He slowly made his way over towards them. 

‘Hey, Love Bug, come here for a second,’ Taron called to Liliana as he neared where she rested on the grass. He opened his arms and Liliana automatically stepped into them when she got up. ‘Mum’s just got back from Tesco and it’s such a lovely day out. What do you say we got for a walk quickly? I was thinking about Constitution Hill. It’s been so long since we’ve been up there.’ 

Liliana gave Taron the same puzzled look his mum had and asked, ‘But what about the barbecue? Surely we could help your mum get everything ready? She’s already done so much by doing the shopping on her own. I can’t leave her to prepare everything on her own too.’ 

‘She had mentioned asking the girls to help her prepare everything, and you know how much they all love to help out in the kitchen. Especially when Matilda is here.’ 

Liliana was still visibly sceptical, but she couldn’t deny that she would love some alone time with Taron. ‘Sure, babe, that sounds like a great idea. But let’s take the funicular up so we aren’t gone too long. I would still like to help your mum prepare some stuff.’ 

‘My thoughts exactly,’ Taron smiled as he leaned down to kiss Liliana. ‘Come on, let’s get going.’ 

He wrapped his arm around Liliana’s shoulder and walked them towards the garden gate that led them down the side of the house and to the street. Matilda looked up at Liliana and the crease in her brow was obvious even from where Liliana was. 

‘We’re just going to take a quick walk up the hill. We’ll be back before the barbecue starts, I promise,’ Liliana assured Matilda. 

Matilda smiled and gave her a small wave goodbye before going back to playing games with the other two. Liliana waved at Tina as they passed the kitchen window. She could have sworn that Tina winked at her when she passed by, but the sun was streaming in through the window so Liliana thought that it must have been the sunlight getting in her eyes. 

***

Liliana had clocked the grey clouds making their way to town before Taron had, but she was sure the forecast hadn’t predicted rain so she hadn’t mentioned anything. Though she wished she had when she felt the first drops of rain hit her skin. Taron groaned loudly and grabbed her hand to pull her into the nearest empty doorway. 

He pushed her against the wall softly and looked down at her with so much love that Liliana could physically feel her heart pulling towards Taron’s. Her hands slid up his front until she could pull him closer to her by the neck. 

Her lips brushed over his and as she was about to pull away, Taron leaned forward and kissed her passionately. She sighed dreamily into him and held onto him tighter. When they had been caught in the rain and took shelter in a shop doorway all those sixteen years before, all Liliana had wanted was for Taron to kiss her. 

Liliana smiled into the kiss and Taron copied. He thought the same thing and without needing to use words, they gave each other what their younger selves wanted. 

‘Do you think they’d be happy?’ Liliana asked when they pulled apart to catch their breath. 

‘Who?’ 

‘Our eighteen year old selves. Can you imagine telling them that in sixteen years they would be back hiding from the rain but happily kissing one another because they were in a relationship and had been for over a year?’ 

Taron thought for a moment as he held Liliana close. The rain had stopped already but they made no moves to continue their walk. He let his hands trail up to Liliana’s waist where he held her against him. He just hoped that she wouldn’t reach her hands down too low where she would feel the ring box nestled safely in his pocket. 

‘I think they’d be annoyed that it took us so long to say something to one another,’ he said with a small smile. ‘But then I think they would be so happy. I know younger me would be. All I wanted that day was to kiss you.’ 

‘All I wanted was for you to kiss me.’ 

‘Then this is for younger us,’ he smiled before he leaned down to plant another kiss to Liliana’s welcoming lips.

***

Thankfully the rain hadn’t stopped the funicular and it was running when they got to the bottom of Constitution Hill. Liliana climbed in first and took a seat on the small bench to the left. Taron squeezed in next to her and put his arm around her shoulder happily. 

‘Thank you for indulging me, Lil. I love spending time with everyone at home but I wanted a little bit of uninterrupted alone time with you.’ 

Nobody else stepped onto the funicular and as it started to carry them up the hill, Taron leaned in and kissed Liliana. It was deep and passionate, and the passion behind it caught Liliana off guard momentarily. Though she leaned in and kissed him back just as fervently. It didn’t matter how much time passed, kissing Taron was still her favourite feeling in the world. 

‘Thank you for suggesting this, T,’ she panted when Taron pulled away. ‘I agree, it is very nice to have some alone time with you. No funny business though, we are still in public and the ride up is only a few minutes.’ Liliana wagged a finger at Taron and he put his hands up in surrender with a devilish grin. 

‘I wouldn’t dream of it, Love Bug. But there’s nothing saying we can’t have a cheeky make out session, right?’ Taron winked at Liliana and leaned in to kiss her again. 

By the time they pulled apart, they were nearing the top of the hill. Taron grabbed Liliana’s hand as he stepped out so that he could help her climb out of the carriage safely. She thanked him softly and leaned her hand on his shoulder as they walked. 

The closer they got to the edge of the hill, the more Taron’s nerves started to hit him. His throat got dry and his hands had started to shake. He hoped that if Liliana could feel the shake, she would think that he was a little on the chillier side. The drop in temperature at the top of the hill worked in his favour. 

Liliana pulled away from Taron and walked towards the edge faster than Taron. The views never failed to amaze her and the second she saw the entire bay, her lips curled into a smile and she took a deep breath. Her love for Aberystwyth grew once again when she’d started to go back with Taron. She no longer dreaded being there because she knew that she would be with the people who loved her the most. 

The sunshine that had come back quickly after the rain had stopped, and by the time that they got off of the funicular, nobody would have known that it had been raining ten minutes previously thanks to the almost cloudless sky that had taken over. 

Liliana towed Taron in the direction of their spot while she soaked up the sunshine, her head tilted up to get as much vitamin C as she could. They had never officially declared what part of the hill was their spot, but they both knew. They had spent countless hours up there talking about life while watching the clouds. 

It was where Liliana had felt the safest when she was a teenager, and it was where they had realised that they had fallen for each other all those years ago. Liliana stood right at the edge and looked out at the sea. Small waves crashed against the bottom of the hill and Liliana matched her breathing to each crash. 

There was a faint smell of seaweed in the air and the Y Consti cafe behind them wafted the smell of freshly ground coffee into the air. Taron stepped next to Liliana and took her hand in his. They stood and stared out at the sea for a moment, taking in the warm breeze and the few fluffy clouds that dotted the sky. 

As Liliana was about to tell Taron that she was enjoying the moment with him, she felt him tug on her hand. When she turned to face him, he was lowering himself onto his left knee. He took the ring box from his pocket and Liliana’s breath caught in her throat. 

‘Taron,’ she managed to choke out as she squeezed his hand tightly. Tears had already found their way to her eyes and she couldn’t help the ones that fell down the length of her cheeks. 

‘Don’t say anything yet,’ he said quickly before he gulped. ‘Please. I want to say this before I forget anything I want to say.’ 

Liliana nodded, allowing Taron the room to say whatever he needed to. Though she knew what was coming. Her heart thumped rapidly deep within her chest and tiny drops of sweat started to build on the small of her back as the anticipation of what was about to happen poured over her. 

When Matilda had asked her earlier in the day if she was going to marry Taron, Liliana hadn’t expected for Taron to propose to her that day. Things started to fall into place as she watched Taron. She’d not taken notice of it before but she should have realised that Taron had stopped cleaning at the right time, and then the next thing she knew, he whisked her away to their spot and he was on one knee in front of her. 

She swiped away the tears that had started to fall so that she could look at Taron clearly, but she couldn’t wipe them away fast enough. They were falling freely down her cheeks and she saw a couple of people out of the corner of her eye watching the scene unfold in front of them. 

‘It has been almost sixteen years since I said goodbye to you on that train platform,’ Taron started through a shaky breath. ‘When the train pulled out, I remember wondering if I was ever going to see you again. It was like I was losing the thing that mattered the most to me. When I got home, I sat in your chair and I just cried. I didn’t want you to leave, but I didn’t know if I was allowed to say anything. I remember thinking that I’d lost you for good.’ 

Taron paused and took a deep, shaky breath. Liliana wanted nothing more than to reach out and cup his cheek, to pull him into her body and hold him until the end of time. She wanted to be the one to look after him. But she held back so that he could continue in his own time. Liliana was in no rush. They had the rest of their lives to look forward to. 

‘Then one morning when I was checking my mail, I found an invitation to a book launch. The second I read the name on top, Liliana Esme, I could feel the hole in my heart shrink a little.’ 

Liliana could remember making the guest list for the book launch as if it were only yesterday. She’d been asked to give a list of names of people who meant the most to her. When Taron’s name popped into her mind, she couldn’t decide what to do. It had already been over a decade since she’d last seen him, and a whole lifetime had occurred in that time. 

She knew that it was a long shot that he would turn up, but she invited him anyway. And she would send that invite again just to have Taron by her side again. 

‘You have always been my safe space, Lil, and I have loved you since we were eighteen years old. I wake up every morning and fall in love with you even more. The hole in my heart healed when I saw you again, and every day with you makes the scar grow smaller. 

‘These past eighteen months with you have been the best of my life. It’s been a continuous adventure and I can’t wait to relive every single one for the rest of my life. I have loved dancing in Washington Square Park with you; eating croissants on a balcony in the middle of Paris; swimming in the Mediterranean Sea; running into the sea down there in the middle of the night in just our underwear.’ 

Liliana laughed through the tears that streamed freely down her face, and she held Taron’s hand tighter, if that were even possible. A stray tear fell down Taron’s cheek and Liliana leaned forward to wipe it away with her free hand. Taron leaned into her touch and let the corner of his lips turn up into a gentle smile. 

‘Liliana, you are the strongest person I know, and the love that you show everyone around you knows no bounds. You love so hard, and with everything in you. Yet you struggle to love yourself, even now. It’s almost as though you are so busy loving everyone else that you forget to share that love with yourself. 

‘I want to be the person who shows you love when you don’t feel like you can show it to yourself. I do not want you to ever feel the way you felt growing up. You’ve had me in your corner forever, but I am going to prove to you that I’m not leaving that corner. Not for one second. On your hardest days, I will be there. On days where we’re frustrated with one another, I will be in your corner. I will be in your corner no matter what. 

‘I want you to feel loved every second of every day. And one day, I hope that you’ll have children in your corner. Children that you brought into the world. That…we brought into the world.’ 

Liliana took a deep breath. The thought of children wasn’t as scary as she would have imagined, but she was nowhere near ready to think about it yet. Though she knew Taron wouldn’t push anything, ever. 

‘You are going to make an amazing mum one day, Lil. I have no doubt about it. I love you more than I ever thought it possible to love someone. You are still my safe space, my guiding light, my strength on my weakest days, and my warmth on my coldest days. I want us to be a family. I want us to start a family that will always show you love. ‘

Taron took another shaky breath and looked up at Liliana. His eyes were steady as they fixated on Liliana’s, and his hands stopped shaking just enough that he was able to snap the ring box open. 

Liliana’s breath caught in the back of her throat as she looked at the delicate ring in front of her. It was everything she could have imagined and so much more. The sapphire and diamond ring glistened beautifully in the sun that shone down around them. 

The smile she gave Taron was so big that it hurt her cheeks and she could barely see in front of her. But her smile told Taron everything he needed to know. She was ready. Liliana was ready to start the next chapter of her life. She was ready to be a wife, ready to take on the world with Taron, and ready to open up her life to him wholly. 

‘Liliana Esme,’ Taron continued through a smile equally as wide as Liliana’s, ‘will you marry me?’