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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[young_tmriddle]

*He wakes up slowly and upon seeing her, smiles the sweet gentle smile that belongs to her and her alone.*

Morning.

*His smile doesn't fade even as he remembers this could very well be the last time he wakes up in this bed, with her beside him.

He turns on his side, one arm under his pillow, and the other hand reaching for hers. He loves this part of the day, this quiet waking when the world consists of only the two of them.*

[iopenthings]

Door smiles, then falters, and then her smile strengthens as she consciously decides to forget for now the fact that he's leaving her in a matter of hours.

"Morning," she replies, her fingers twining through his.

[young_tmriddle]

*And now the smile is one of relief and joy. He'd been worried the silence and strain between them would spill over into this last - no, not last, he was coming back - morning.

He keeps hold of her hand as he kisses her, his other arm sliding out from under his pillow to slip beneath her and pull her closer.*

I love you.

[iopenthings]

Door nuzzles against his shoulder, humming happily, her hair tickling against his throat.

"Love you, too, Tom."

[young_tmriddle]

Want some cinnamon rolls for breakfast? I bought some yesterday for a Sunday treat.

*His hand is stroking her back now, and he is beyond content.*

[iopenthings]

"Mmmm," Door says, sleepy now that Tom's awake for some odd reason. "That sounds lovely. And juice?"

[young_tmriddle]

Anything you want.

Do I have to go get it just yet?

*He kisses her on the top of her head.*

I'm rather comfortable at the moment.

[iopenthings]

Door shrugs.

"S'okay. I'll just snack on this."

And then she bites his shoulder.

[young_tmriddle]

Ow, Door!

Minx.

*He tickles her fiendishly.*

[iopenthings]

Door shrieks and giggles and flails.

"Tom! Stop! Ow!"

[young_tmriddle]

Make me.

*But he's already stopped. He takes the opportunity to kiss her again.*

[iopenthings]

Door kisses him back, hard, then shoves him straight out of bed.

"Go get breakfast, knave," she says, snuggling down among the pillows.

[young_tmriddle]

*He pouts.*

Didn't have to shove.

*He's grinning as he walks to the painting, though.

In a few minutes he returns with a tray of breakfast goodies. All of her favorites, oddly enough. The cinnamon rolls smell exquisite.

He gets back in bed sitting up against the pillows with the tray on his lap.*

Oops, I forgot your breakfast, dear. This is all mine.

*He cheekily pops a bite of cinnamon roll in his mouth.*

[iopenthings]

Door sticks her tongue out at him and nabs a cinnamon roll.

"This one's mine," she says, and licks it.

[young_tmriddle]

I guess I can share just one.

[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.*