WHO: Thomas and Lena WHAT: Discussions WHEN: Backdated to like a week ago WHERE: Thomas' WARNINGS: Language and stuff
Over the past week and change, Thomas had been doting on Lena and she appreciated it to no end. He helped her get around, brought her everything she needed, and never complained for a second. He had even helped her wash her hair when the idea of water anywhere near her face panicked her endlessly. He had held her close and spoken to her throughout the entire thing, making it possible to get through it without flashing back to her time with Lucifer.
She was pretty sure she loved him, but she didn't know if it was the right time to say it. She understood why he was so good at taking care of people; he was a father after all. And right now she felt more like his patient than his girlfriend, though none of that was his fault.
He entered his room carrying a plate of food over to her. "I brought you lunch," he said with a wide smile she could tell was half-fake. He knew how her time with Lucifer was wearing on her and he worried. It was obvious with everything he did.
"Thank you." She took the plate, but set it aside instead of eating. She wasn't feeling very hungry. "Come sit?" When he complied, she took his hand into hers. "I think I should go home tomorrow. You've been wonderful for letting me hide here, but I'm imposing and I feel terrible."
"You're not imposing!" he protested.
"Maybe not, but you do this tunnel vision thing when you're taking care of someone else and you don't notice yourself," she said, reaching up to ruffle his hair. "It's very endearing and naughty. I think I'll be okay in my house now and that's because of you."
The look on his face gave away that he was not entirely convinced, but he leaned in to kiss her cheek, obviously not willing to argue about it. "I'm glad, though I'll miss having you around."
"And I'll miss not hearing your frankly incredible snoring every night," she smirked at him and he chuckled. "I'll miss you too, I just need to be okay on my own. Sleep in my own bed. Dye my fucking hair pink again, dammit."
"I do miss the pink."
"Maybe we could do yours too," she joked. "Green?"
His expression was dubious. "I'd look like a carrot. It wouldn't be cute."
Lena's laughter betrayed the fact that she thought it would be very cute. "Oh fine. You know what I really want?"
"I don't," he said easily, "but I'll do my best to get it for you."
"I think you'll want it too," she grinned. "What I want is a really long kiss." She had been taken captive and tortured, and then sick in hospital and now she was recovering. She appreciated that Thomas was clearly giving her time to get better before anything romantic or physical happened, but she missed it.
Thomas bit his lip and then he caught her gaze, "you sure?"
Instead of answering, Lena pulled him close and locked lips with him. She parted her mouth and kissed him deeply, pleased when he returned the kiss with the same amount of passion. When she pulled away to gasp for breath, she leaned her forehead against his. "Knew you'd want it." He chuckled again and she smiled at him. "I want more, but I know my body will never forgive me." Her injuries were still healing and some of them had been terribly severe. It would be a while before anything physical would be a good idea. It was obvious from Thomas' slight pant and the way he was trembling he wanted more too, but he said nothing and put no pressure on her. He was wonderful.
"Soon," he assured her before kissing her again. "Actually I wanted to talk to you about something."
She was pleased for a subject change so she wouldn't try to jump him then and there, and she had a feeling he was doing it for much the same reason. She nodded and leaned back against the pillows. "Shoot."
"Ever since I got the Huntington's test results back I've been considering getting a vasectomy after Jamie and I get home from Europe. I just don't want to risk having another child who has a 50% change of a having an early death sentence. And I know you aren't interested in kids, but I still thought I should discuss it with you."
They had already gone over what would happen if an accident occurred. Lena had been very clear she would have an abortion because she did not want kids at all and she had needed him to be aware of that from the beginning. Of course the Huntington's was another reason not to have them, but she had already had her mind made up. "That couldn't have been an easy decision," she admitted. "I know how much you love Jamie."
"It wasn't, but it's the right one. You also said you hate getting your birth control shot and so I figured...I mean why should you be the one who has to do everything? I'm the one with the faulty genes. I know that's not why you don't want kids, but it's another reason for me to do this."
Suddenly, Lena realised they were talking long-term here. If she went off her birth control because he was shooting blanks, that was committed and monogamous. And sure she could go back on it if they broke up, but it struck her that the idea of something long-term actually didn't freak her out. Six months ago it would have. And then she met Thomas. "So...if you got a vasectomy I could stop having the shot."
"And you wouldn't have to put your body through an abortion just because something went wrong. I know they're not easy on people. I mean the procedure isn't immediate but after a few months or so you can test whether or not you're all...uhm...blank."
She grinned at him. "You're adorable. I think if it's what you want, then you should do it. But don't just do it on account of me. The fact that you thought about me at all though...I really like that."
"I think about you a lot," he admitted, his ears turning red the way they always did. She loved it when that happened. She was about to respond when he followed it up with, "and I love you but I've been having trouble saying it but it's true I do I love you." Then he blinked, clearly flustered at all the words that had just tumbled out of his mouth.
Her smile was slow, but more real than any personal expression of joy had been in a long time. "You do?"
"Yes, though I didn't mean to say it like that," he said with a self-deprecating laugh. "I've been afraid because I was left so horribly once, but it's not fair to you to keep it to myself because of that. You're not Dana."
She reached forward to take his face in her hands, feeling all warm and loved inside. "Thomas. I love you too. And thank you for saying it." She beamed at him sure now that she was safe. Those words had fortified her heart. "And I'll take another kiss now." He leaned forward, happy to oblige.