Request: Tbs and reader on a romantic honeymoon please :)
I couldn’t think of a perfect place so I just made one up. Hope this is good enough.
You stared out the majestic window, tugging the thin sheet closer around your bare body.
The hotel truly had a beautiful view, the soft light of dawn kissing the vast sea, creating a vivid halo on the waters. It shone like diamonds cut up into millions of pieces and scattered into the ocean. You let out a spellbound breath.
You turned around at the voice, and saw Thomas sitting up on the bed. You hadn’t even noticed that he had woken up.
“Me or the view?” you asked playfully.
He ran a hand through his soft sandy hair, giving you a lopsided grin as he stood up and walked towards you. He slid his hands around your naked waist, his smooth lips trailing your neck lightly. “You.” He breathed. He fingered the threadlike sheet, pushing it down your shoulders, exposing more skin for his lips to conquer. You giggled flirtatiously, snaking your arms around his neck and pulling him towards you. Little butterflies erupted in your stomach as you kissed him. He moaned your name into your mouth as you pried open his and traced his tongue with yours.
A sudden ring interrupted you both.
Thomas caught hold of your hand. “Do you have to get that?”
You smiled softly and pecked his cheek. “It’s an alarm, actually.” You said, your lips tracing his jaw line. You abruptly pulled back. “We’re late.”
You went over to your wardrobe and started looking for appropriate attire for your next destination.
Thomas groaned. “Do we have to go?” You couldn’t help but smile a little as he whined, “just five minutes, it won’t matter if we’re late just a little.” He came over and placed a hand on your uncovered hip, making you gasp as his fingers teasingly drew circles on your skin. “I’ll be fast.” He said, his voice deep and husky. His lips brushed your ear. “Besides I need to get all of this extra... energy out of my system or else who knows how much extra underwear I’ll have to bring.”
You laughed, grinning as you both fell onto the bed.
“I told you this would happen.” You scolded Thomas.
You and Thomas had ended up getting the worst seats in Javille, the ferry in which the both of you were travelling in, due to being late. At least you still had a good view of the river.
“It’s not that bad.” Noted Thomas, offering you a glass of wine. You looked at him sceptically but he just shrugged. “I would say I’m sorry but I’m not.”
You couldn’t help but smirk.
As you cruised down the river, you explained to Thomas how this city was established, about the three wars which took place on these waters. They were fighting for the land and the battle raged on for two decades. Hundreds of people were killed and the ship captains were permitted to throw soldiers of the losing side into the river, were the high torrents drowned them.
You noticed that Thomas was grinning at you.
“You know, people being chucked to their deaths is not really a happy thought.” You said.
He seemed to snap out of his daze. “Oh, uh that’s what you were talking about?” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking bashful. Then he smiled. “You just look adorable when you explain something your passionate about. You get the cutest wrinkle there.” He tapped his finger right between your eyebrows.
Thomas guided you through the lengthy floors of the art gallery. You two looked around, him with a map in his and you in his other arm.
“The renaissance exhibit is at the right.” He muttered, frowning at the layout. “Or is it the left?”
“Wait, I’ll ask someone.” You said, heading towards a tall man staring at a painting.
“Excuse me.” You smiled at him. “I was hoping if you could point which way the renaissance art is, I’ve heard the pieces are quite spectacular.”
The man grinned at you, a bit too eagerly. “Travelling alone are ya lass?”
“I could show ya around if ya like. Nice place this is. Calms me mind. Deelicious coffee too. We could grab a cup on the way out ya know if ya-”
You felt an arm loop around your waist. “Everything alright, love?”
The man looked from Thomas to you.
“Fine.” You muttered, shooting Thomas a grateful look.
“Me and my wife were just looking for the renaissance sector, if you don’t mind could you please indicate us which way that is?”
The man brusquely pointed to the right.
You snorted as you and Thomas headed that way.
Thomas gave you a curious look. “What?”
“Nothing.” You replied, smirking at him. You stood on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”
Thomas and you had just finished dinner, and currently you were on the restaurant’s roof, gazing at the twinkling city lights, speckled throughout the landscape like colourful stars. The mist made the scene even more beautiful, cloaking the background. You shivered.
“Are you cold?” Thomas asked.
You were cut off as he wrapped his jacket around your shoulders. Warm, protective, safe.
You raised your eyebrows. “You’re still doing that?”
Thomas looked genuinely confused. “Doing what?”
You twitched your hands, fumbling for words. “You know... like, like what you did right now, giving me your jacket when I looked cold. I thought guys only did that to get the girl. And I thought they stopped once they already, like permanently had her you know.”
Thomas looked surprised. “You think I’m going to stop comforting you just because we’re married? And that I only did that before to attract your attention?”
“That’s not what I meant...” even though it sort of was. You sighed. “It’s just... I’m always afraid of us breaking apart, for you to get bored of me or something... or for you to stop caring...”
Thomas looked horrified. You stared at the ground, feeling embarrassed after admitting your worst fear.
“Y/N.” He used two of his fingers to tilt your chin up to face him. “Look at me.” His soft voice made you fix your gaze on at his warm brown eyes.
“I promise,” he said, taking your hands, “that as long as I live, I will do whatever in my power, to make you feel loved, to make you feel like you deserve every luxury in the world. Because Y/N, you do. You’re so smart, so amazing, so beautiful, so kind and compassionate, I rather feel like I don’t deserve you. And I’m not going to do it because I have to; I’m going to do it because I want to. Because it’s what someone like you deserves. Because I love you.”
You felt tears pricking your eyes. Thomas pulled you closer, and you wrapped your arms around him.
He rested his chin on the top of your head. “I swear, Y/N,” he muttered, kissing your forehead, “I swear that I’ll love you, that we’ll be together, no matter what happens. Not even death can part us. Screw dying, we’ll be together, even in hell or heaven or whatever the world throws at us.”
You choked out a laugh through your tears. “You’re really stubborn aren’t you?”
He brought his lips to yours, and you tasted the salt and emotions, that were not only yours, but his too. “I am,” he whispered, “and I will be, for us.”
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