Nothing More // T.M.R.
This is for @crazytwentythrees because you wanted a 200 word flash fic and this idea was kicking around my head recently. Not a full post/fic per se but hey this is where I’m at tonight 😘💖💖💖
“I’d kill for you,” he promises one night.
This is the sort of untethered, unbridled, almost juvenile passion you’ve come to expect from him. He’ll be calm and quiet and gentle like this, his fingers trailing lightly down your waist and back up again, your head resting on his shoulder, your arms bundled against his chest, and then he’ll just say these things with dark, steady eyes like he’s speaking some natural truth into the world that he needs you to know, something fundamental and unyielding that works on him the same way gravity sinks him into the bed beside you. Immutable.
“I don’t want you to kill for me, Tom,” you smile patiently, taking a drowsy breath and settling closer into him. He’s unimaginably comfortable and your leg slides up his to rest on his hip, it’s hopelessly addicting to sleep pressed up against him like this.
“But I would,” Tom says quietly, his fingers brushing your hair.
“Don’t,” you murmur, sleep coming fast. “There’s about a billion better things you could do.”
“Like what?”
“Just live.”
There’s a second where, even with your eyes shut, you can tell that his brow furrows. “What?”
“Just live. Just you and me living. It’s enough.”
His head dips, his mouth presses to the slope of your shoulder, and when he takes in a long, slow breath you sink with his chest as he exhales. “I’d like to do more than that.”
“There’s nothing more than that,” you mumble.
Tom’s lips appear gentle against your cheek and you’re slipping into sleep, his hand glides up your thigh and he draws you closer against him, stomach to stomach, heart to heart.
･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.
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