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Slowly drifting off, Joseph leaned into Tom. She took in his heat as she laid her head on his shoulder. Subconsciously, Tom spread his arm over Joseph's torso in a protective manner. Everything felt like it didn't matter when they were together like this. Everything in the past and the future fades away.
Joseph despised him. He had a burning hatred for that poor excuse of a spy. Ever since the incident, which resulted in her losing vision in one of her eyes, he wanted him dead.
Well,
Joseph thought he despised him. She thought she had a burning hatred for that ex-spy. She thought because of the incident, which did her more good than wrong, He thought he wanted him dead.
But she was wrong.
Joseph forgot how much he missed this idiot. How extensively he craved to be around Tom. She ultimately believed that she lost feelings for him. She reckons she was weaker than he assumed. Bringing Tom in after becoming homeless was the best thing Joseph had done.
, For both of them.
With every breath Tom took, Joseph followed up with his own. It was like they were in sync with each other, How they were supposed to be. It just felt right.
Ugh.
Everything about him felt right.
The way Tom looked. God, the way he looked . His sharp, square head coated with scars from his horrendous missions and his hooked nose from having it broken one too many times. His muscles were HUGE. Joseph recalled that Tom was Skinner when they worked together, but not like she's complaining about how he looks now. He thinks it fits with his big head.
The way Tom acted. Joseph noticed how different Tom was with her. With people, Tom was closed off, even more, sheepish than he was. It was a battle to hold a conversation with him. However, Tom was slightly more open with Joseph than he would be with anyone else. Yes, Joseph would still have to nag a little to get something out of him. When she eventually got to him, Tom would just blabber on.
The way Tom smelled. When They first met, Joseph picked up on the little things, like his scent. He would sense a hint of cologne over the scent of intense deodorant. Now, Tom just smelt like home. Somehow, it brought Joseph some ease. It made her feel secure when in his arms like this, snuggled into him like some desperate, needy puppy.
And his touch-
Tom's arm glided under Joseph's head, basically having Joseph use his bicep as a pillow. She softly shuffled in his arms, humming from the warmth of his arm bordering his neck.
…… His touch.
Joseph often calls back to when everything was normal. When he wasn't haft blind and closer than ever to Tom. He wasn’t trying to deny his feelings for him at that time like he was now. She used to wish that she could merely go back in time, and possibly finally make a move on Tom. Tell him how he felt. Just how greatly Joseph yearned to pin that loser to the wall and kiss him until he was breathless. Oh, how BADLY She desired to tug his pants down, sink to his knees and-
No, no.
That is what she would tell herself. No. Then and now, she would tell herself, No . Then and now, she would tell himself how GROSS he was for pondering this stuff. Then and now, he would yell at herself about how gross she was for touching herself, imagining Tom's large hands grazing over his body.
Then and now, then and now , then and now.
“You’re gross .”
That’s what She believes Tom would say, learning how badly he wants him. She believes that Tom would find her disgusting and want her out of his life for good.
But is that even true?
He assumes this while he is lying right in the arms of Tom, being closer than they ever had.
Well....
They had kissed before. You can say that's getting pretty close. The kiss grew more intimate as it continued, but nothing insane. Just slight groping and Joseph kissing and nipping at Tom's neck, which made him yelp rather loud. He remembered how hard he laughed when he drew back, looking at Tom's wide eyes and red face. He did look like a dork.
Joseph stretched out her arms, twisted her body and wrapped his arms around his neck, shrouding him in a loose hug. Tom shifted from his back to his side, wrapping his large arms around Joseph's body. Tom, without thinking, pecked his lips on Joseph's forehead before obscuring his face in his silky hair.
And with this, they finally fell asleep in each other's arms. Without any care in the world.
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Slowly but surely, The sunlight beaming from the window woke Joseph up. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up, ruffling his hair.
“Shit- what time is it?” He mumbled to himself, reaching for his phone that sat on his bedside table. A small, drowsy grunt stopped her in her tracks. He looked over her shoulder to see Tom curled up and resting. She pauses before snickering to himself.
“When the hell did you get into my bed?" Joseph paused before grinning. "Did you have another nightmare, you big baby? Did you need little old me to comfort you?” She leaned into Tom's ear, chuckling. Tom groaned as he turned away, facing his back to her. Joseph felt his eye twitch from his.
Joseph sat up, sitting on his knees. She shook Tom, and he only got a soft grunt from him. Joseph groaned as she got annoyed, pushing Tom out of bed, who took the blanket with him as he fell. He landed on his back, letting out a loud yelp.
"OW!- WHAT THE HELL, JOSEPH!? WAS IT NECESSARY TO PUSH ME OFF OF THE BED?" Tom shouted as he sat up, massaging his back.
"N-No!? I don't know! My bad??" Joseph peeked over the bed, sensing how mad Tom was.
"I didn't do it to hurt you, Tom. I was trying to wake you up." Joseph sighed as she reached her hand out to Tom. Tom sat there before clutching his hands in Joseph's hand, having her pull him up from the floor. Now, Tom stood over Joseph on the bed, looking down at her. Joseph looked up at Tom, watching Tom's face scrunched as he examined her.
"..Good morning." Joseph smiled as he stood on her knees, kissing Tom on the nose.
Tom shuttered, muttering beneath his breath as he darted his eyes away from her.
"Good morning to you, too."