🦜 For Mary, Tom is like fire. He can be both nurturing and calm, comforting, and he can also become lethal. He can burn everything around him. She knows her man, and she knows that he will always do his best to protect those he loves, but sometimes his demons come back to haunt him, and he hurts those who love him, too. She knows that he can’t be tamed and doesn’t want to. What she wants is to give him an ideal place to grow into something beautiful and strong. She wants him to thrive. She wants him to have a safe place for his bad ideas / awful moods. She wants him to see how much good he can do for his loved ones. He put them out of poverty, helped them cement their names in town, helped them build families and own properties, and somehow, he brought them closer to each other. He has that power. People flock around him. For Mary, Tom is a nurturing flame. He comforts her. He protects her. He makes her feel good. He helps her build and grow as a person. He helps her heal. She will always protect him, her flame, her black stallion.
For Mary, Tom is hers; in the need they feel for each other is impossible to stop. She feels such a strong desire for him that he makes her act foolish. He makes her take a cab wearing nothing but a sheer dress. He makes her hose herself in cold water whenever she sees him. He makes her lose her words. Tom is hers because he lets her be Bad Mary. He lets her be in touch with her sexuality and be free. And she lets him be himself, too. The Tom who can get on her knees for her. The tom who can go harder and bruise her because he fucks her harder. the Tom who eggs her on and feels alive when he finally cums inside her Tom is hers because no one else can love him like she does. No one would ever dare tell him what they want or how they want it. But she does. She can.
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