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"Thomas..." Rosie whispered to him, "... I love you so much... you're just so good to me..."
"We don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with," Thomas said quickly. "We can just talk, if you want, or we can kiss if that's what you want - I just want you to relax tonight. I want you to put everything aside for tonight, and relax."
"Oh, Thomas... let's talk first, then."
"All right, Rosie. What do you want to talk about?"
"How much I love you, and how much I want to kiss you."
Thomas began to kiss Rosie, with great care and sensitivity. Rosie blushed as she moved closer to Thomas, reveling in his soft touch upon her. He was so kind and caring, never being too rough or too gentle - he was exactly perfect for her. She loved how he kissed her, and held her close to her - he truly loved her, never wanting to let her go - and she never wanted to leave him.
Soon, Thomas began to kiss her more passionately. Flushing, Rosie kissed him even harder - she was feeling herself needing to kiss Thomas, to hold him even closer and to kiss him with such forceful passion. Very carefully, Rosie ran her tongue across Thomas' lips; Thomas opened his mouth and let Rosie's tongue dart inside. She was blushing profusely, but completely lost in her love for him.
For a while, the two were simply kissing each other with deep passion. Rosie emitted a faint moan of longing when Thomas broke off; this was amplified when Thomas kissed her cheeks and brow very sweetly and delicately. He was making her feel nothing but pure love and adoration of him - which was exactly how he felt about her. Thomas was only interested in making sure his love was content and enjoying the evening.
Rosie's eyes fluttered open. Dimly, she noticed that Thomas was moving her backwards towards the lift. She knew what Thomas was about to do... and she decided she wanted something else from him instead. "... Thomas... stop... please..."
Thomas stopped, looking at Rosie with love and concern in his eyes. "What's wrong, Rosie? Don't you want me to do this?"
"More than anything, my Thomas... it's just... I want you. I want to taste you first, Thomas - let me please you first."
Thomas was as red as James, realizing what his love meant to do. "Oh, Rosie... I really... I wanted to do this... for... you..."
Rosie was now inches from him, her eyes hungry and her face full of intent. Thomas licked his lips nervously; Rosie was driving him wild inside. All his arguments against this had melted away as he gazed at his love.
"Do you want to help me, Thomas?" Rosie breathed; Thomas now trembled as his love looked him directly in the eyes.
"Do you want me to be distracted, Thomas?"
"Yes," Thomas whispered.
"Then move backwards to the lifts, Thomas. Drop your fire. Let me love you."
Rosie pushed Thomas backwards towards the lifts; clearly she was intent upon her goals. Thomas blushed as his love kissed him with passion, holding him close and slipping her tongue past his lips again, intertwining them in a passionate dance of love.
"Drop your fire, Thomas. I want you to enjoy this..."
Thomas obeyed, captured spellbound by Rosie's eyes. He was slightly shaking as the lift began to raise him skyward. As he went up, he could feel himself becoming exposed to Rosie - his internal workings were revealed to her as he sat upon the lift, perpendicular to the ground. He couldn't help but blush, feeling his face burn - though it was nothing like the inner fire that had been developing within, and was now burning bright...
Rosie simply stared at Thomas, revealed to her in all his glory. Thomas was familiar, yet strange; there were many places on him that she knew she would spend time upon. The most important of these was his steam port, a nozzle-type device pointing down to where the ground would normally be. This, she knew, was the place where excess steam would be drained to help relieve boiler pressure - every steam engine had such a place; hers was an open hole on her own underside.
In that instant, Rosie knew what she was to do. Delicately, she touched Thomas' port with her tongue, flicking it once. Thomas groaned, trembling - though he had been trembling from the beginning. Rosie couldn't help but smirk at this.
"Thomas... you're so beautiful..." Rosie whispered to him. "Are you scared, my Thomas? You're shaking."
"I can't help it," Thomas shuddered, "you're just so amazing, Rosie. Have you ever done this before?"
"Never, but I think I know exactly what you need... do you want me to do this?" Rosie gently stroked Thomas' port with her tongue, making him moan and shake harder.
"R-Rosie... mmm... d-don't stop..."
Rosie gently licked Thomas' port as if it were an ice-cream, making Thomas quake; Rosie was very good despite her inexperience. Her tongue swirled around him, surrounding him and making him moan with pleasure. It was clear that Rosie was giving Thomas immense satisfaction and pleasure as she continued to work upon him.
Then, Rosie stopped for a moment. Thomas was about to ask her why she had stopped, when suddenly he felt something cool and wet drizzling onto his port. He shuddered violently as he realized Rosie was gently drooling onto him, soaking him before she proceeded to lick it all away. Moaning louder than ever, Thomas could not believe how sensitive and powerful Rosie was upon him.
"... oh, Thomas..." Rosie murmured, "... how turned on are you? How do you feel... because... I'm so wet right now..."
"Oh, Rosie... don't stop, please... you're just too good..."
"What do you think of, Thomas, when you're turned on? Do you think of me, sucking you off? Do you imagine me tasting you? Do you think of me, covered in you?" Rosie's voice was thick with seductive tones; she knew what this would do to Thomas and what this was doing for herself as well.
Thomas' mind was flooded with impossible images of Rosie underneath him, her lips sealed around his port and sucking deeply, her eyes big and sparkling with love and lust; suddenly, Thomas moaned in absolute pleasure. Rosie was making his dream come true.
Rosie had gently wrapped her lips around Thomas' port, delicately applying pressure to him as she caressed him with her tongue. She could taste Thomas on her tongue, absolutely loving the way he tasted to her. As Thomas shook and writhed, she kept licking him inside of her mouth - soon, she began to taste something different... something very different...
Thomas was seeing stars from the pure pleasure Rosie was giving him. "Ah... Rosie... you... I'm going to... mmm..." Suddenly, Thomas felt something rising through him, too fast for him to control. "ROSIE!"