I still miss my kitty, my little furbaby. I miss hearing that obnoxious yowl, I miss how he would scratch his face on my hands and roll over so I could pet his tummy. I miss that warm furry comfort of holding him when I'm sad or lonely. I miss how he would always want to be close to me, even if it meant I would probably step on him. I hate that I had to give him up. I hate not knowing if he's okay. I hate feeling like I abandoned him. And that is the story of how I ended up ugly sobbing while reading Pet Tom by missanonwrites for the twelfth time. This is getting fucking ridiculous. It's goddamn stupid how much I miss him. But I do. I miss my kitty.
CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: Chpt 15
AUTHOR: Miss Anonymous!
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Angel!Tom
GENRE: drama/fantasy/romance??
FIC SUMMARY: Thomas is a guardian angel who is falling in love with his human ward. Complications arise.
RATING: Good for all
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Thomas perched on the end of my bed, his shirt off, pale torso wrapped in the white bandages. His hands palmed at the duvet, making scrunching sounds, and his eyes watched me as I entered the room, carrying two mugs of tea.
I set them down on my bedside table and sat next to him. He smiled softly at me, his eyes roaming my face, and turned slightly to face me.
He lifted his arms slowly, and reached over to beckon me into an embrace. I carefully shifted into his arms, making sure my hands rested on his lower back, away from his painful wounds.
He rested his head on my shoulder, nuzzling into the loose strands of hair there that had slipped from my bun, and hummed.
"You feel amazing," he whispers, and I close my eyes briefly, a lump coming to my throat.
"So do you." And he does. Warm, soft skin. His own unique scent - clean, gentle, heated.
"I never thought this could ever happen," my voice falters and he hushes me, rocking me slightly in his arms.
"I’m here," he whispers, stroking my hair.
I pull back, and reach to take his hands in mine.
"Please tell me what happened. How come I can touch you… what happened to your wings? Are you okay?"
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He told me everything.
About how angels can fall to Earth if they so choose, but will be stripped of their wings and will become mortal again.
Trading in immortality for a short human life.
God hates it. Sees it as defiance on the angel’s part.
The wing-stripping is treated without ritual or reverence. Thomas was held down in the middle of God’s chambers as they cut him in silence. His bloodied wings were brushed into a corner.
Thomas shifted, lying next to me with his head in my lap.
"When you… shunned me…," I wince at his words, "I spent some time reading through The Complete Treaties of Angels."
The what?
"It had a section about angels coming to earth in physical form. For the most part, God orders them to return to earth because they aren’t suited to angel life. It's relatively easy for them. Their wings are hardly developed and God doesn't bother making it painful for them...," he frowns. "However there had been a couple of cases where angels had returned due to love. It got me thinking."
His eyes sparkle as he looks up at me. I can barely stop myself from bending to kiss him. I stroke his chin thoughtfully.
"It’s rare for angels to fall in love with their humans like this. We get paired up completely randomly, almost like a lottery. Most angels like their humans, well enough. Some don’t like them too much but will stay to do their job. Some angels may be attracted to their humans for a while, but then the novelty wears off. Very few fall in love. And even fewer are lucky enough to have their human love them back.” He smiles softly, and raises his finger to tap me on the nose. “So you and I are certainly not part of the Lord’s plan."
I giggle at that.
"He wasn’t happy when I asked to be made human again." He sighs, eyes briefly flitting as he thinks. "And tried to dissuade me from it. Threw every reason not to at me. Which just made me more incensed and ready to go ahead with it."
I smile. Yes. Thomas can be persistent when he wants to be.
"You lost your wings for me," I muse, feeling a bit unworthy.
"Partly," he waggles his eyebrows. "And for me too. Do you know how long I’ve waited to be able to do this…?"
He reaches his hand round the back of my head, holding me there, and pulls my face down to kiss me on the lips.
I moan into his mouth, as his soft lips press feather-light against mine. I can taste him, my angel, and he is intoxicating.
I pull back, curious.
"Better than the visions? Better than kissing me as an angel?" I cock my head to one side, grinning.
He shifts around onto all fours and starts crawling over me, guiding me down until I’m lying under him on the bed.
He rests on his elbows above me, his eyes flicking between mine. “You have no idea.”
Slowly, his eyes flutter closed, and he lowers his mouth for another kiss.
Not an ask, just some love - I came across TiMer via THFrustration, I LOVE IT! Can't wait for the next chapter, really really intrigued. Please keep writing! xx Miss Anon xx
OH. MY. GOD. I CAN'T EVEN RIGHT NOW. i literally woke up today and checked my messages and stared at this for a good ten minutes, thinking to myself 'how' and 'why'.
I can't even believe you read it! You're so popular on thfrustration and everything with Pet Tom and all your lovely one shots. I've even seen your blog and it's just wow. I'm rendered speechless. It's a huge honor to have someone like you read it. Anyone for that matter to read my story is enough.
My plans for TiMER are not finalized yet. So that's why I haven't updated it. I don't know if I should make it longer or how to continue where I left off. I don't know!
Miss Anonymous put it in her author’s notes on the last chapter of Pet Tom posted. Here is a copy/paste of her note: ** You can now leave feedback using the ‘Ask’ function over at http://missanonwrites.tumblr.com **
