Tom and Door's Bedroom

[iopenthings]

Door didn't really sleep, last night, but she knows that Tom needs his sleep for the day ahead, so she didn't wake him.

Early morning sunlight is seeping through the curtains now, and Door is awake, watching him.

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[iopenthings]

Door tears off a bite and holds it out for him, reaching for the plate with her other hand.

"You can have this bit, if you like."

[young_tmriddle]

*He bends over and bites it from her outstretched hand, taking care to lick her fingers as he does.*

Yum.

Better than hot fudge.

*He gives her a teasing look.*

[iopenthings]

Door giggles and leans over to kiss Tom, then settles back among her pillows and munches on her cinnamon roll.

"Lovely," she declares, upon finishing it. She's already reaching for a second.

[young_tmriddle]

Glad I remembered to get those.

*He watches her eat, reveling in the normalcy.*

We can make it a weekend tradition.

[iopenthings]

Door freezes in the middle of chewing. After a moment, she manages to swallow, but she stares down at the rest of her roll, her appetite suddenly a lot smaller.

"Please don't, Tom," she whispers, after a moment. "Can't we just enjoy this morning?"

[young_tmriddle]

*He realizes his mistake as soon as the words are out of his mouth.*

Sorry.

I saved enough for the children, of course. Ingress is nearly as mad over these as you.

*He takes another bite of roll, making an effort to go back to that breezy morning he ruined with his big mouth.*

[iopenthings]

Door firmly shoves her terror back into its corner and smiles at him.

"They'll be pleased. Mary only lets them have sweet things for breakfast when you bring them."

[young_tmriddle]

I know.

*He grins.*

Corrupting youth with sweets, that's me.

[iopenthings]

Door thwaps him gently.

"Bad Tom. How will they ever grow up to be big and strong?"

[young_tmriddle]

I think we'll manage.

*Not wanting to skirt into dangerous territory again, he hands her a glass of juice.*

When you're done, we'll go see them, alright?

[iopenthings]

Door puts the juice down on her bedside table and leans over to kiss him. Her lips are soft and gentle against his, but hold the promise of much more.

"Not just yet," she whispers against his mouth.

[young_tmriddle]

*He was hoping for this. Oh, but he was hoping. The tray is magicked away and his arms are around her, kissing her back, clinging to her.*

...Oh, Door.

*He kisses her, all over, not letting himself think this might be the last time his lips touch her breasts, her stomach, her fingers...

It won't be. He'll always come back to her, no matter how far away he may go.

They love each other that beautiful, quiet morning and it is sweet and desperate.

It's the only goodbye they say.*