"I'm not a girl." I said, staring down at the box of chocolates. I had been surprised to get a present wrapped in red paper with a big bow, the type that only cashiers at department stores could ever actually do correctly, but seeing what was under the fancy paper made me even more surprised. Since when did Thomas get me presents? “And it’s not even my birthday.” I said sarcastically. Wisecracks - the last refuge of the surprised. Or the nervous. Or the bored, or the happy, or the sad or the about to die… Ahem. Anyway… Thomas shrugged. Despite the fact that it was so still dark out and the cold wind blowing, Thomas escaped the chapped lips and red nose and cheeks that anyone else would have gotten, having apparently walked here from his apartment. Bastard. “I couldn’t give you them on Valentine’s Day.” He answered. I looked up from my perusal of the small pyramids wrapped in silver foil and arched an eyebrow questioningly. “After all,” he answered, “it’s my birthday - I can’t very well give you presents on my birthday, now can I?” “Shirley Temple did.” I muttered, trying not to show how pleased I was at the gift. His grey eyes sparkled teasingly. “But you’re right - it isn’t a holiday, so I really don't have to give you anything..." He made as if to grab the chocolate back, and I pressed it protectively to my chest. My chocolate, mine. "Oh no, not that. *Anything* but that!" I cried dramatically. Thomas's eyes darkened. "Anything?' he asked, his voice husky. Somehow he’d gotten closer, and was staring at me intently. I swallowed, throat suddenly dry. “Anything.” I answered softly. And then he kissed me. Have you ever been kissed by a white court vampire? I have, Lara Raith, Thomas’s half sister, and it was one of the most soul-consumingly sensual things I’d ever experienced. Thomas’s kiss topped that. By the time he was finished, I was left weak kneed, shaky and flushed and wondering where the fireworks had come from. As he drew back, and I attempted to get my thoughts back in order, I could see him slowly freezing up in the vague light coming from my open doorway. He looked my in the eyes for a moment, achingly vulnerable, then in answer to something he saw there hunched his shoulders and turned to go. “Wait.” I cried out suddenly. As he paused I sensed that we were on a precipice, that whatever I said next would have lasting consequences. I swallowed, and then spoke before I could lose my nerve. “It’s cold outside.” I said. “Come inside where it’s warm.” I stepped back from the doorway, gestured him inside, and studiously ignored the brightness in his eyes and the smile he couldn’t quite stop. It’s a guy thing.
Adored it! Gotta love the interaction between those two... The world needs more Dresden Files slash and especially more Harry/Thomas slash! X-P~~~~ Thank you for making my day!
I had been surprised to get a present wrapped in red paper with a big bow, the type that only cashiers at department stores could ever actually do correctly, but seeing what was under the fancy paper made me even more surprised.
Since when did Thomas get me presents?
“And it’s not even my birthday.” I said sarcastically.
Wisecracks - the last refuge of the surprised. Or the nervous. Or the bored, or the happy, or the sad or the about to die…
Ahem. Anyway…
Thomas shrugged. Despite the fact that it was so still dark out and the cold wind blowing, Thomas escaped the chapped lips and red nose and cheeks that anyone else would have gotten, having apparently walked here from his apartment. Bastard.
“I couldn’t give you them on Valentine’s Day.” He answered.
I looked up from my perusal of the small pyramids wrapped in silver foil and arched an eyebrow questioningly.
“After all,” he answered, “it’s my birthday - I can’t very well give you presents on my birthday, now can I?”
“Shirley Temple did.” I muttered, trying not to show how pleased I was at the gift.
His grey eyes sparkled teasingly. “But you’re right - it isn’t a holiday, so I really don't have to give you anything..." He made as if to grab the chocolate back, and I pressed it protectively to my chest.
My chocolate, mine.
"Oh no, not that. *Anything* but that!" I cried dramatically.
Thomas's eyes darkened. "Anything?' he asked, his voice husky.
Somehow he’d gotten closer, and was staring at me intently. I swallowed, throat suddenly dry.
“Anything.” I answered softly.
And then he kissed me.
Have you ever been kissed by a white court vampire? I have, Lara Raith, Thomas’s half sister, and it was one of the most soul-consumingly sensual things I’d ever experienced.
Thomas’s kiss topped that. By the time he was finished, I was left weak kneed, shaky and flushed and wondering where the fireworks had come from. As he drew back, and I attempted to get my thoughts back in order, I could see him slowly freezing up in the vague light coming from my open doorway.
He looked my in the eyes for a moment, achingly vulnerable, then in answer to something he saw there hunched his shoulders and turned to go.
“Wait.” I cried out suddenly. As he paused I sensed that we were on a precipice, that whatever I said next would have lasting consequences.
I swallowed, and then spoke before I could lose my nerve.
“It’s cold outside.” I said. “Come inside where it’s warm.”
I stepped back from the doorway, gestured him inside, and studiously ignored the brightness in his eyes and the smile he couldn’t quite stop.
It’s a guy thing.
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The world needs more Dresden Files slash and especially more Harry/Thomas slash! X-P~~~~
Thank you for making my day!
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