Thomas Ashley Littleton (suave_thomas) wrote in darker_london, @ 2018-10-03 00:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | mary westenra, thomas littleton |
NO SEXY TIMES (Thomas, Mary)
Stephie had given them some time to themselves and while Thomas had told Stephie it wasn't neccessary, he was still glad to have it.
They shared a nice dinner with James and Katya, and watched a movie all four of them - Hotel Transylvania which was Katya's favourite at the moment. When the kids went to bed, after three songs sung by Mary and Mary only (it was safer that way) Thomas and Mary had retired to the living room.
Once there, Thomas and pulled out the sofa bed and the pair were now curled up together on it. Thomas was glad that Mary understood, without words, that he didn't feel like it was right for them to sleep in his bedroom right now. Not when he wasn't sure how Stephie was feeling about all this. The last thing he wanted was for Stephie to be sleeping there, wondering what had happened in the bed.
"I'm sorry," Thomas said anyway, his arms around Mary's much smaller form. "That we can't-" They hadn't really discussed sleeping together, but Mary was 500 years old and tended to put things together without it needing to be explicitly stated. Thomas still felt like apologising. "I just don't want to-"
Mary tilted her head so she could meet his gaze, and she smiled at him, "Thomas, it's okay! It's enough for me just to be with you. I understand, Love."
"I can't- I need to know Stephie is okay with it first and I don't know that she is at the moment." It was complicated, being married to a dead woman returned for a few weeks, and also being head over heels with someone else now that he was alive again. "It's not- Believe me, it's not because I don't want to." He loved Mary so much, and he hadn't been able to be with her for over a year because his relationship breakdown with Spectre would have made him cling too hard for her to be able to leave. God he missed her.
"I can feel that," Mary chuckled, moving her thigh against Thomas' rather obvious erection, causing delicious friction he could do nothing with at the moment.
"Hnrrngghh," he groaned, leaning his head into her so their foreheads were touching. He let out a shaky, steadying breath before hissing, "-you are...so fucking sexy-"
Mary chuckled again and she leaned up to kiss his forehead. "It has been said," he smiled fondly at him.
"I'll just take eighteen cold showers in the morning," Thomas laughed, pulling Mary closer. "Worth it. Are you warm enough?"
"Your gigantic body is like a furnace," Mary joked. "Plenty warm enough. Tell me about James and Katya. Tell me everything. They have both filled me in on their stories, but Dad stories are always different."
Thomas lit up then, thrilled with the opportunity to tell Mary all the wonderful things Katya and James and Marie had gotten up to in the last year. How loving and thoughtful they had been to him while he was sad, bringing him flowers or drawing him pictures to cheer him up. How wonderful they were to each other as well. Thomas told Mary stories about the kids for hours until they both fell asleep, wrapped together on the sofa, blissfully happy.