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When he opened his door to Tessa’s smiling face on his doorstep, Scott thought briefly that there might be no better sight. He ushered her inside, giving her a peck on the cheek. “Dinner’s almost ready. Grab a seat. Wine?” he asked. Tessa nodded as she followed him in to the kitchen. “What are we having?” she asked, peering over his shoulder at the steaming pots on the stove.
“A new pasta recipe. I haven’t made it before, so no promises on the results,” Scott replied. “Didn’t I ever tell you that food other people cook for me is my favourite kind?” Tessa replied, smiling. “Can I do anything to help?”
“You could open the wine,” Scott replied. They puttered quietly together over the last few details, and Tessa sat down at the table, tucking her leg underneath her. It made her look younger than her 24 years.
He put her plate down with a flourish as Tessa smiled up at him. He flopped down opposite her and reached over to fill her wine glass. Tessa put a bite of pasta in her mouth, closing her eyes and let a small groan escape her lips. “God I love carbohydrates. Why can’t they be good for me?” she lamented. Scott smiled, “I know. I want to live in a universe where beer and pasta are the base of the food pyramid.”
“If there is room for chocolate as a staple food group you can count me in,” Tessa laughed. They ate in comfortable silence for a few moments until Scott picked up his glass, “So…we need to decide what our new ex is going to be,” he began, “have you thought about music?”
“Yes and no,” Tessa replied, “There are a ton of songs in my head but I’m having trouble narrowing it down. You?”
“Same. Tell me some of yours. And if you say anything about Pride and Prejudice I’m hijacking your i-pod and filling it with death metal,” he warned.
Tessa stuck out her tongue. “I still say we could have made it in to a great program,” she glanced at Scott and had to laugh at his expression. “Okay, okay. What about ‘Say Something’? It’s a great song; lots of emotion to play with.”
“A little too much like the tone of ‘Stay’ though, don’t you think?” Scott asked. “What about ‘Hold you in My Arms’?”
“You don’t think it’s a little too obviously ‘coupley’?” Tessa asked skeptically. Scott gave a shout of laughter, “Really? After the opening positions for ‘Stay’ you’re worried we might have an ex that looks too ‘coupley’? Pretty sure we already crossed that line,” he replied. Tessa’s cheeks coloured, “Good point,” she conceded. They sat in silence for a moment, contemplating possibilities.
“I’ll get the dishes,” Tessa said finally, rising from the table. Scott sat, chin in his hand, watching as Tessa moved around his kitchen, looking very much at home. She bent over to put some dishes in the dishwasher and Scott caught himself admiring the way her jeans highlighted the curve of her ass and the long, slender taper of her legs. Heat flooded his face as he felt himself harden. Jesus what was wrong with him? It not like it had never happened before when he was with Tessa, but he wasn’t a teenager any more. And they weren't rehearsing Carmen. Nor was she wearing that white dress with no back and only miles of smooth skin and long legs. Or that red one she’d worn to their ET interview or…Christ maybe he was still a teenager. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, chalked it up to too many busy weeks with no girlfriend, and tried desperately to think of something mundane. After a few moments wrestling with his self-control he hit on an idea. “I’ve got it” he said firmly, walking over to the stereo as Tessa glanced over her shoulder. “Got what?” she asked, drying her hands on a towel and following him from the kitchen.
“Our song,” Scott replied, smiling. Tessa cocked her head and waited until she heard the opening bars, and her face broke out in to a huge smile. “Of course,” she said softly, “it’s perfect.” Scott walked over to stand beside her and they stood for a minute, eyes closed, listening. Over the last year this song had meant the end of a long training day; a chance to enjoy the feeling of being hand in hand on the ice; to remember everything they loved about skating together. When they had been consumed by the Olympic whirlwind and some days it was difficult to remember why they were even doing all this, this song, and the moments it brought them, had been an oasis.
When Tessa opened her eyes Scott was looking at her, smiling slightly. He took her hand and pulled her gently towards him, sliding one hand around her waist and tucking the one that held hers between them, resting against his heart. They swayed slowly in place, and Tessa felt Scott’s breath tickle her ear as he sang tunelessly, “And together we will flow into the mystic.” She could feel his heart beating faintly against her chest and pulled herself a little closer, inhaling the warm scent of his skin. She found herself staring at the small hollow at the base of his throat, visually tracing a line along his collarbone where it disappeared under his shirt, and imagined tracing that line with her mouth. The though caught her off guard, and she shook herself slightly to try to clear the image. “You okay?” Scott murmured in her ear. “Mmmhmm” she mumbled back, taking a deep breath to steady herself.
She slowly moved her hand from where it lay on Scott’s chest to the back of his neck, twining her fingers through his hair. She gave in to her earlier urge and leaned in, flicking her tongue lightly along his skin, tasting salty and sweet. She felt his breath hitch and he stopped moving, dropping the hand that held hers to his side. God he tasted good. With an internal ‘fuck it’ she lifted her face to his pulled his mouth down on hers. Scott hesitated for a split second, momentarily shocked in to inaction, but then cupped the back of her head in his hands and deepened the kiss. Tessa pulled him closer with her other hand and felt the tension of his muscles under his shirt, the heat of his body intensifying the warmth pooling low in her belly. She could feel him, hard, pressed against her hip and a small moan escaped her lips. Scott had been maintaining a tenuous hold on his self-control, his senses overwhelmed by the smell, the taste, the feel of Tessa; but at the sound of that moan his control snapped. He cupped Tessa’s ass with both hands and lifted, pulling her as tight against him as he could. She responded instantly, spreading her legs and wrapping them tightly around his waist. Fuck he felt so good.
Scott stumbled back towards the kitchen, Tessa still clinging to him, her tongue dancing in his mouth, her hands tugging his hair. He was so hard he hurt, and all he could think about was more; more of Tessa’s skin under his fingers, more of her mouth on his. He pushed her up against the counter as she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. Scott yanked her shirt over her head, and in one more second had her bra undone and flung it aside. He stepped back to look at her, half naked and sitting on his kitchen counter, her lips red and swollen and her hair tousled, and knew he had never wanted anyone or anything as much as he wanted Tessa at that moment. He crushed his mouth on hers again as they struggled out of the last of their clothes.
The first moment of feeling Scott inside her felt like the fulfilment of a promise; like one more way they fit together like puzzle pieces. Tessa pushed and writhed against him and couldn't, wouldn't stop. Even when he begged her. Even when she knew he was going to lose control. Scott was repeating her name like a mantra, “Tessa, oh god Tessa. Tessa, “ over and over again. She grabbed his hair, bit his lower lip, pulled him deeply inside her and breathed, “Scott,” in to his mouth.
Scott heard his name come from her lips like a secret, and he was lost.