For the prompt challenge you reblog: "Do we have to leave?" :3 💜
Hiii Ire! Here's a little drabble for you with 'Do we have to leave?'. I hope you enjoy this -ish words of shameless fluff: - (Set in a canon-divergent after 8x05 au)
In Tommy's humble (and very cynical, he admits that much) opinion, the whole honeymoon concept was a huge money scam. Just a way for some places to charge extra for hotel rooms and cheesy tours that can be sold as 'romantic'.
If he ever got married and decided to have a honeymoon, Tommy would be smart about it. He wouldn't go to one of those very honeymoon-y overpriced places just because they were sold as romantic or whatever.
Like many certainties Tommy had, this one crumbled once Evan Buckley entered his life.
So this is how Thomas Giuseppe Kinard, former hater of honeymoon destinations, finds himself in a honeymoon suite in Paris of all places, the so-called city of love, with a wedding band on his left hand and Evan sleeping soundly on his chest.
They both cashed in what felt like ten years of unused PTO, but it was worth it. It's the second day of their honeymoon and they still have about ten days left, in which they plan to visit some quieter corners of France.
Evan will undoubtedly rattle off fun facts about every little town they pass by on the road, and Tommy will ask follow-up questions about all of them. And then they'll find a lavender field and have champagne that's actually from Champagne.
Damn. Tommy is really turning into a cliché. And happy about it too.
Evan starts to stir in his arms, rubbing his stubble-covered cheek against Tommy's bare chest and slightly scratching it in the nicest way. Tommy smiles before he can stop himself, and presses a gentle kiss to Evan's forehead.
"Morning, Mr. Kinard", Tommy whispers gently.
His husband hums slightly, looking at him with eyes that are still adorably sleepy and a small smile on his face.
"And morning to you, Mr. Kinard", he answers, voice hoarse like it always is when he's still waking up. Tommy loves how it sounds. "Have you been up long?"
"Not really. Maybe a couple minutes. This mattress is doing wonders for my back."
"You're such an old man", Evan teases, and Tommy pokes him in the ribs in retaliation. He huffs and squirms away.
"That's not what you were saying when we were putting this mattress to good use last night", he says, raising an eyebrow, and Evan smirks before settling against Tommy's chest once more.
They stay like that for a while, a comfortable silence settling over them. Tommy supposes the weather is good — there's a reason why they chose May for their honeymoon trip — but he can't be bothered to open the blackout curtains to check it. In fact, he'd be happy to have the world reduced to this: him, and Evan, and this room.
Evan must be thinking along the same lines, because eventually he wraps his arms tighter around Tommy's waist, a dreamy sigh escaping his lips.
"Do we have to leave?", he asks sleepily, and Tommy chuckles.
"Eventually, if we wanna do all the things on your travel plan", he says, and Evan grimaces.
"Fuck the travel plan"
Tommy fake-gasps, running his hand down Evan's smooth back.
"You don't mean that. You have it on a clipboard and everything"
"Hmmm, okay, maybe I don't", Evan concedes, but makes no motion to get up either. "It's just… This is so nice."
"It is", Tommy agrees, not even a hint of sarcasm or teasing now. He means that with his whole heart.
"So… Maybe we stay like this a little longer and change the travel plan a bit"
"I love that plan", he says, and then gently nudges Evan's chin so their eyes meet "And I love you"
Evan smiles like the sun itself has come down to his face, and Tommy's heart feels ridiculously full.
"I love you too"
Yeah. Tommy doesn't mind being scammed if it means he gets to have this. - I hope you enjoy it Ire darling <3 (send me a prompt and I'll write a Bucktommy scene)
