Thomas | The Maze Runner (ranthemaze) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2017-12-09 17:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !completed gdoc, !log, ~2017 december, ~25 points, ~~lydia martin (drawntodeath), ~~thomas (ranthemaze) |
WHO: Thomas and Lydia Martin
WHAT: He's all grimy from the work he's been doing...
WHEN: A few nights ago
WHERE: Their House
WARNINGS: PG-13
STATUS: Closed/Completed Gdoc
Thomas’s work was finally beginning to pay off. Their home was never going to be a mansion, but it was getting painstakingly close to being a nice, cozy and livable house. With the help of Derek, Allanon, Raven, and the others who had volunteered to help, he’d managed to fix the roof, repair the plumbing, get rid of the ants, redo the drywall in the basement, and countless other little tasks that had their house looking more and more like a home.
He was rather proud of himself. They could spend time in the living room now, or the kitchen, instead of just staying in the bedroom because it was the only liveable room. Things were starting to come together, and he was happy to tell Lydia that they would certainly be able to have a Christmas/Housewarming party there, just as they had hoped.
When she got home, he was sitting on the couch, drinking a glass of water. He had obviously been working, because he was still sweaty, his dark hair sticking to his head, and various drippings and sawdust were still stuck to his clothes. He smiled up at her, though.
“I think we’re going to be able to have that party, Lydia.”
***
There were very few people Lydia would ever go near, sweaty and dirty like that, but Thomas was always one of them. He was pretty much the only one, actually. He was disgusting, but it kind of worked on him in a way it wouldn’t even work for the men who looked like him. Thomas was definitely unique in that manual labour actually suited him. Which was good, given how much work their house had wound up needing. The inspection when they’d bought it had looked fine but one thing after another had just gone wrong and for a good while Lydia had been deeply concerned about her choice to buy the house with her boyfriend.
It was all turning out okay though.
Coming in, she saw him on the couch and immediately went to lean over him, arms draped across his shoulders. “Not if you’re going to be disgusting on our sofa, we’re not.”
***
“Well, obviously I’ll be taking a shower before the party. Several, actually, as it’s in a few weeks.” He wasn’t that disgusting. He was a shower every day sort of guy, now that he had the option.
“But everything’s almost done now. That’s good, right?”
He’d worked so hard to get everything done for her and her party. Otherwise, he could have taken a lot more time and killed himself a little less.
***
He was completely disgusting. Sweaty and dirty, but it worked on him. Lydia never would have thought she’d have liked that about anyone, but she liked that about Thomas.
“It is,” she affirmed with a nod. She didn’t even care so much about hosting a party there, she could do that anywhere and there was always something going on at the club that was the same as hosting. What mattered more to her was that their house was slowly becoming a real house. They were slowly making it their own and a place they could call their home while they were here and to know that it wasn’t just more work waiting.
“It’ll be nice to get to spend Christmas together here without anything falling apart.”
***
“It will,” he said. How could he disagree with that? And really, it would be great to spend any day without the house falling apart, or worrying about things crashing down on them in the middle of the night. Their first few months in their home really hadn’t been peaceful.
“I know you’re going to think I’m sick,” he said, teasing. “But I think I’d kind of like to have a party here. Show off our new place.”
Now that it was getting close to being worth showing off.
***
Lydia had already had words with the home inspector who had claimed everything was fine. There was no fixing that he’d been useless, but she’d at least made sure he knew and regretted the mistake. And they got their money back for his services.
“You’re right. I do think you’re sick.” She was smiling, though, clearly amused. “Are you sure you’re not running a temperature?”
Despite him being sweaty and gross, she shifted a little to lay her hand against his head.
***
“Only if it’s from you touching me,” he grinned. “I need a shower. I know I’m gross. Wanna join me?”
Now that their shower had been rid of the spiders that liked to crawl up through the old broken drain, it was actually quite a nice place to...spend time together.
***
Nothing made Lydia happier than little comments like that, invitations like that. The little things that made her feel important and loved. All she’d ever wanted was that. Being someone’s important was the only thing she’d ever wanted from anyone. Thomas had never made her feel anything but important and loved and happy.
“I think I have to, after touching you.” He was gross. And sweaty. And she definitely wanted to at least wash her hands.
And if they just so happened to fool around a little, all the better.
***
Thomas grinned, clearly pleased by her answer. Even after two years, he just couldn’t get enough of her. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, the smartest, and...well, yeah, he was pretty damned smitten.
He stood, lifting her in his gross, sweaty arms, and started towards the bathroom.
“Well, we can’t have you getting all gross and sweaty too.”
***
Anyone else, absolutely anyone else, and Lydia would be loudly protesting about being unceremoniously scooped up. As it was, she just looped her arms around his neck.
“Actually, I think you should be getting me sweaty,” she teased. “But you’re taking this blouse to the dry cleaners tomorrow.”
As payment for smearing his own sweat and dust and whatever else was all over him onto it. Lydia wasn’t about to object, but she was definitely going to make him make up for it.
***
Oh, Thomas was perfectly glad to make up for it in whatever way she wanted him to. And especially in the way that it looked like it was headed. That sounded perfectly good to him.
They reached the bathroom and he gently put her down so he could take his shirt off over his head and throw it in the laundry basket.
“Whatever you say,” he grinned. He really didn’t care what happened tomorrow, at this moment.
***
Sometimes it was nice to come home and just suddenly remember that her boyfriend was way hotter than her friend who shared the same face, and that she did always want him in every way. She’d really lucked out meeting him when she had, bonding with him the way she had. Slowly finding her way into a relationship she’d never have anticipated.
Maybe it was the slow way they’d found their way into it that had made it work as well as it had so far. Lydia usually leaped into things.
Stepping out of her heels as soon as she was returned to the floor, she grinned and unceremoniously pulled off her blouse, tossing it on the counter so it wouldn’t get mixed in with washing. “Obviously whatever I say.”
She was absolutely in charge of him, and most of the time she liked that.
***
Most of the time, Thomas did too. After more than a year of making horrible, life-altering decisions back home, he was totally happy to let someone else be in charge. He was more than thrilled to pass that responsibility onto someone else. And Lydia had seemed more than willing to take it. Another reason they worked so well together.
Thomas bent over and turned on the water, smiling at the heat that came out. He’d intentionally turned up the heat of the water heater for Lydia - their shower had been blasting them before occasionally with spurts of ice water, and so he’d gotten a new (Used) water heater that was obviously trying to prove its worth.
He turned on the shower part and felt it to make sure it wasn’t QUITE scalding before he took off his pants and underwear and stepped in.
“Are you coming? The water’s great.”
***
All the little things Thomas did that weren’t strictly necessary, Lydia had gotten used to being suddenly frozen every now and then, had decided it was good for her skin to shock her pores closed again like that, just made her appreciate him that much more.
She watched him getting undressed, eyeing every line of muscle appreciatively. Even if they hadn’t worked so hard to make their house liveable, she’d have wanted to see every bit of them. There was nothing like a man who kep this body toned like that.
At his invitation she just smiled and took her time letting her hair down, removing the rest of her own clothes before holding out a hand with the obvious expectation of his help.
***
Help that was quickly and happily offered. He took her hand and helped her into the shower before drawing her close and kissing her as the hot water fell on them both. In the two years that they’d been together...well, almost two years...every moment had been like a gift. Sure, there’d been arguments and times that they hadn’t gotten along, but there hadn’t been a moment when he hadn’t loved her. He didn’t know if he could survive without loving her anymore, she’d become such a crucial part of his life.
***