Tyler the Copper

((The cute cop Tyler from Sherlock RP blog because I can. Willing to RP with anyone))

[corporalwill]

Like every other time he sees the cute copper, Will has to bite back a completely undignified and goofy smile when he answers the door. Really, it shouldn’t be possible that he can find another man as adorable as he finds Tyler. He would have thought that the effect would have worn off somewhat after so many months, but the feeling of butterflies in his stomach never fails.

“Hi, Tyler,” he can’t fight back his own slight blush in return, smiling shyly. “I’m glad I could as well, sorry for arriving so late.” Never quite sure what to do in these kinds of situations, Will almost extends his hand to shake, but decides against it and instead steps forward, opening his arms in an awkward invitation for a hug.

[gingercopper-blog]

He carefully moves into his arms, giving him a hug that may or may not have lasted a few seconds longer than it should have. As he pulls away, he wonders if the other could feel his heart beating so hard in his chest. He shuts the door and turns to smile at him.

"Come on in, everything's just about ready." His fingers lightly find his to lead him into the small kitchen where there's a table for two set up. He bites the inside of his cheek, watching his reaction to try to figure out if he overdid this whole thing.

[corporalwill]

Will berates himself again as he frowns at his watch for the tenth time in the past two minutes. Late. Very late. In actuality, it’s only about five minutes later than he had promised Tyler he would be there, but for a man who runs his life on having a carefully planned schedule, it’s practically a catastrophe. He hopes Tyler won’t be too upset with him.

By now, he’s nearly twitching with nervous energy as his cab pulls up out front of his boyfriend’s building. With another quick glance at his watch (and another grimace), he pays the driver and hops out. He nearly trips bounding up to the door to the flat. When he reaches it, Will takes a moment to catch his breath and regain some semblance of calm, even going so far as to smooth out imaginary-wrinkles on his uniform, before forcing himself to relax and knocking smartly.

[gingercopper-blog]

Even though he's expecting it, the knock on the door almost causes him to knock a bowl off the counter. It's been a few months since they got together and yet, somehow, Will can still make him nervous. Nervous like that first night before training, or the night before he started his first shift as a cop. He hates and loves how much he's still affected by the other.

He dives to save the bowl, catching it right before it hits the floor and puts it gently back on the counter. Glancing into the small mirror by the from door, he smooths down his hair and takes a deep breath before opening the door. A shy smile appears on his face when he sees Will, as usual, and a light blush creeps onto his cheeks. "Hi, glad you could make it."

[gingercopper-blog]

Home made "romantic" dinners aren't stupid, right? If the answer is "yes" then Tyler is in huge trouble. He's just spent the last hour cooking a very special meal for Will he's been promising him for a long time. It's not that he doesn't know his way around the kitchen, he's been cooking for years, but he's still so new to relationships, all he has to go on is what he's seen in movies and TV and friends' answers to his tentative questions. He really does not want to mess this up since Will is the first guy he's liked in a very long time.

His stomach churns a little when he looks up at the clock to see it's getting close to when Will should be getting to his flat. It's a Friday night so both of them had to spend the day working so it doesn't worry him if he doesn't get there right on time but his nerves seem to grow with every passing minute.