The Christmas Promise || Col & Pearce
The random objects that Col had gifted to him were random and without pattern, but there was still one thing tying them all together: Col. She had thought of him in each one of them, and because of that, Pearce loved the gift. It was true that sometimes her impulses still got the better of her, but Col had logic and reasoning behind her actions, even if she couldnāt verbalise them sometimes. Pearce had to believe that as he looked at his Christmas gift and then to the ring that heād given Col ā the equivalency didnāt matter to him, because he didnāt expect a gift from her. Heād wanted to give Col the ring because he loved her, and whatever she may or may not give him was of no concern. But Pearceās thoughts on gift giving were interrupted when the box was pulled from his hands and settled against Col instead. He frowned at her, and when she spoke, that only served to deepen, along with his surprise. āNotā¦ mine?ā he asked, wondering if Col had realised that the objects in the box were too valuable to her to give to him, in which case he could understand, but that didnāt seem like Col.
His confusion grew as Col inched closer to him and brought her hands to his face, holding him for a moment as her fingers smoothed across his skin and along his jaw. Pearceās eyes closed for a brief moment, revelling in the touch that she gave him as he felt her hands push back his hair from his forehead (which he really needed to get cut). When Col spoke, telling him that it wasnāt his gift, Pearce felt a slight pang of disappointment ā though the objects hadnāt really been the most obvious choice for him, he had wanted to explore the boxās contents further. After all, one of his most prized possessions was a confetti globe that Col had given him, and that had been random and without thought. But Pearce continued to let Colās face smooth away his confusion and dance along his skin asĀ he listened to her speak, and her words slowly began to sink in. Her stuff. In his apartment. Her things ā her belongings ā room in his apartment. Pearce could feel his heart beat picking up as he processed it.
āYou-, you meanā¦ youāre going to-, youāre reallyā¦? In here? With me? Youāre-?ā Pearce had lost the ability to speak in proper sentences as the realisation hit him with full force as he saw Colās grin widen impossibly larger before he couldnāt do anything but sweep her up in his arms and kiss her hastily. It was fast and desperate but full of his happiness as Pearce kissed Col, trying to emphasise and show her how overwhelmed he was by her gift but feeling as though heād fallen short. He ended up toppling them both back onto the bed, his body covering hers as he kissed her furiously. Once heād lost his breath, Pearce pulled back, chest heaving. āSeriously?ā he asked, disbelief colouring his feelings for a moment as he tried to quell his nerves and excitement in favour of digesting the full story. He searched her eyes and saw nothing but truth. āYouāre moving in,ā he echoed, smiling as he spoke. āAnd about bloody time, too, baby. Itās only been three years.ā But Pearce harboured nothing but love for the woman lying beneath him ā they had their reasons, yet it now seemed those were rendered null; Col was moving in, and Pearce knew that it was just another step in the right direction. āCan we go and get some of your stuff now?ā he continued, excitement gripping him. āPlease? Move in today, yeah?ā
When realization started to dawn on his face Col fought hard to stop the urge to the laugh, the slow rise of feeling and understanding giving a physical representation of what coming home had to look like if it were to be displayed on someone's skin. But above all Col prevailed, and her expression remained mute as she sat across from him, her fingers still tracing lovingly over his face before she silently nodded along to his question. "Yes. Moving in here. That is if you'll have me," Col asked with a meager smile, her face quirking expectantly as if the proposition really needed to be considered. Her question was all but answered with Pearce quickly collapsed over top of her, knocking all air of her lungs in the process as he pressed her into the bed with a kiss that consumed the world around them.
It was frenzied and excited, everything that they felt through the day being transmitted through their lips, and Col met the gesture with earnest as her fingers rapidly flew to his hair to devour him in their kiss. Everything that holiday had been perfect, from the ring to Pearce's reaction, and Col couldn't possibly manage to transmit her elation into words and simply continued kissing him like he was the air that had been previous denied to her. When he broke away Col nearly gasped for air, her fingers still tangled in his hair and she looked up at him with a smile that fully gleamed behind her eyes. "Of course I'm serious, babe. Although I'm known to joke I don't think this is something that you would find funny," she replied with a small laugh as he still tried to verbally understand the gift that she had given him.
"Hey!" she said with a small smack across his chest. "The wait made you appreciate the gift all that much more, right? Better late than never. I just thought that, after everything that happened, that I don't want to wake up without you next to me anymore," Col continued as she sat up from the bed with a laugh flowing from her lips. "Now? Well, if you want to. There are already some stuff in boxes but it's so cold outside, babe? Can't it wait?" Col asked, even though she was already sliding off the bed and walking towards her clothes to change from one of his old shirts; there was no denying him when Pearce Williams was on a mission.
