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Tommy can’t sleep.
Well, he could, and he did, but he was awake again. He had nightmares about his time in Iraq, he was still having trouble adjusting back to his normal life, whatever normal meant now.
The bed was too comfortable, he decided. He was used to sleeping on the ground, sleeping for few hours here and there with noise all around him. It was too quiet, the bed was too soft underneath him, and the duvet felt heavy.
You were asleep on his shoulder, cuddled so tight into him that he was nearly falling out of bed-not that he minded. There was a time when he would’ve given anything to have you against him like this. There was a time where he didn’t think he’d make it back.
He glances down at you, your face only illuminated slightly by the streetlight outside your window. His hand, the one not under your head, gently reaches forward to brush some of the hair away from your face. His fingers, rough and calloused since you last saw him, softly trace your cheek-like he can’t even believe you’re there and he needs to remind himself.
You stir slightly, breath hitching as he accidentally wakes you.
“Shit, sorry babe. Go back to sleep,” he murmurs, trying to coax you back down before you wake fully.
“Tommy, why are you awake?” You hum, eyes still closed as you raise a hand to catch his upon your face. Your fingers interlock as you keep it pressed upon your cheek, you lean into his touch and warmth.
His hands were different. Before, they were soft, but they were hard now. Not that you minded, of course, but there were parts of him you had to relearn now.
“Couldn’t sleep,” he answers plainly, his thumb rubbing soft circles upon your cheek.
“Do you usually stare at me while I sleep, you creep?” You tease as your eyes open.
“Creep? It’s romantic,” he chuckles as your own hand comes up to press against his cheek. His drifts down to your waist.
“I’m sure that’s what all the creeps say,” you laugh as you pat his cheek.
“Well what it does say about you that you’re dating a total creep and like it?” He raises his eyebrows as he shifts positions slightly so he’s leaning over you, his head buried in your shoulder to press kisses along your neck.
“I don’t know,” you laugh, squirming a bit when the stubble on his face starts to tickle. You lift his face out of your neck and hold his face in your hands as his weight settles on top of you.
“I missed you, Tommy, I really missed you,” you say quietly as his elbows settle by your shoulders.
“I missed you too,” he hums. He leans down to press a kiss against your lips, your own head lifts up to meet his as he cradles your body close to his.
“I love you,” he murmurs in between kisses.
“I love you too,” you whisper back as he gently leans his forehead against yours.
“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask him when his head drops to lay on your chest.
“Not really,” he answers as he listens to the rhythmic beating of your heart. It’s kind of comforting.
“If you want to, I’ll listen,” you tell him as squeeze his shoulder.
“I know baby,” he sighs, pressing a quick kiss to your collarbone.