#takibert

Momo indeed came out naked, but Thyme couldn’t indulge in the view at all, when Momo’s face showed no emotion. His skin glowed softly, and Thyme recognized it instantly.

“You don't have to” he said.

But Momo didn’t answer, didn’t listen. He slowly walked towards his lover and pressed a soft hand to his chest, pushing him onto the bed.  Thyme’s breath hitched, and he closed his eyes shut tight as he braced himself for what was to come.

He felt it then, Momo’s weight on the bed, could feel him hover above his own body and then his soft lips pressed to his own.

He knew this sensation too well- Momo’s energy was fresh at the first contact, then warm as it spread all under the skin of his face, into his skull. When Momo’s hand touched his arm, Thyme felt goosebumps.

Thyme felt his eyes wet as tender pleasure and relief overcame his senses and forced his body to relax and melt under Momo’s healing touch.

When Momo finally laid completely a top him, the sensation was the same- fresh at first, warm as it spread to his flesh and under his skin, through his bones, into his veins.

If the situation were any different, his body would’ve reacted to Momo’s charm in a much more intimate way. But Thyme was tired and sad and a little scared and his body was overwhelmed with Momo’s energy. It just couldn’t be.

When Momo rolled off of him, Thyme knew he wouldn’t be able to move. His entire body felt like dead weight and it took all of his strength to just turn his head to the side and meet Momo’s naked back.

He couldn’t speak, either.

Thyme slept for two days.

On the third day, Thyme woke up to Momo’s voice talking outside to a neighbor. But by the time he got out the bed and dressed, Momo was already inside the house, and he was quiet again.

Momo greeted him with a sparkling wide eyes, opened his mouth but made not a single sound. Then closed it again and he looked away, his face blank again.

Thyme sighed, and let it be.

They cooked in silence, together.

They bathed in silence as well, but Momo approached him with soap in his hands and curious eyes. Thyme gave him a small smile, and let Momo wash his beard.

His reward came when Momo took his hand and lead him to the bed, and he watched how his skin glowed again, droplets of water on his back sparkled as Thyme indulged to watch his beloved’s body.

And then he was pushed onto the bed, and he closed his eyes as the healing session started again.

Momo had a large breakfast the next day- to recover all the energy he poured over his entire body in order to heal Thyme’s. Thyme found his appetite was back as well and on the fifth day they went grocery shopping.

He heard Momo’s voice for the first time since he arrived- to talk to the fishermen and look for trade. They never spoke to each other.

On the sixth day Momo washed Thyme’s beard for the last time, and then shaved it.

He then dropped a small peck on Thyme’s chin and for the first time since they met, Momo smiled.

That night, Thyme couldn’t take it anymore. He fought through the weight of Momo’s energy to raise a heavy hand and bury it into the smaller man’s hair. He opened his mouth with a groan and kissed Momo back, his tongue reaching inside for a taste he missed so badly. He missed Momo so much.

But he froze the moment he felt Momo’s body tense up against his.

He pulled his hand away slowly, and let Momo roll off of him again.

He didn’t sleep that night, and watched Momo’s back shake for hours, until it stopped.

Thyme rose with the sun on the seventh day, dressed up, and made breakfast.

Momo greeted him with a tired smile and dull eyes, and then sat to eat.

Thyme sat by his side, and put a hand on Momo’s, keeping him from picking the fish with his fork.

“You are mad at me” Thyme said.  

Momo looked at him, eyes wide in shock, but soon he regained his composure and Thyme felt Momo’s hand relax under his own.

“I don’t really know anymore” Momo said softly.

Thyme felt a lump on his throat, as he let out a soft, pleading, “I’m sorry.”

Momo shook his head. “I never experienced this with someone.”

Thyme’s voice shook a little. “I know, I’m sorry” he said, “Momo I’m so sorry.”

“No, don’t talk.”

Momo moved his hand away from Thyme’s, picked on a vegetable with his fork. He then rose it to Thyme’s face and pressed it to his lips until Thyme opened his mouth and took it.

“I’ll speak until you finish that bite” Momo said.

Thyme nodded, and began to chew very, very slowly.

Momo sighed.

“When you decided to leave- I thought it was the best for you, because you know yourself better, because I thought it’d take only a day or two. Even if it hurt, of course I let you go” Momo said. “I missed you a lot, you didn’t even send a letter- I thought I made a mistake. That I should’ve insisted you to stay- you left for three months, Thyme” Momo choked, “at some point-- at some point I even dared to think that you left because I couldn’t provide enough for you. Because I wasn’t enough for you.”

Thyme shook his head and brought his hands to cup Momo’s face, wet with tears. The food in his mouth was chewed beyond comfort and ready to be swallowed, but he kept it on his tongue and waited.

“Maybe I was too loud and annoying?” Momo let out a sniffle and closed his eyes, pushing more tears down his face. “Maybe I was too dense and hurt you sometimes? I didn’t know- I couldn’t tell and I was scared because I never cared for someone the way I cared for you.”

“I missed you, I love you” Momo pressed a kiss on Thyme’s palm. “When you left, it broke my heart.” He sobbed, “When you came back to me all weak and sick and told me you were a mess without me, it also broke my heart.”

Thyme then swallowed his food and pulled Momo’s face in for a hard kiss. He was a little too rough and eager, driving Momo to the edge of his seat- but shorter man decided in a quick move to sit on Thyme’s lap instead. Momo wrapped both his arms around Thyme’s neck as the kiss deepened, and they both tasted breakfast.

Momo pulled away to brush Thyme’s hair away from his face so he could see it and kiss it.  Thyme pressed blind desperate kisses to wherever he could reach of Momo’s face and neck.

“I missed you, I love you” whispered Thyme. “When I see you cry for me, it breaks my heart.”

Momo let out a shaky, breathless laugh and kissed the scare across Thyme’s eye. Then the bridge of his nose, then his lips again.  

“Forgive me” whispered Thyme against their kiss, “talk to me again.”

Momo sniffled, nodded his head and whispered back. “I liked your beard” he confessed.

Thyme smiled, nuzzled him. “Then why did you shave it?”

“Because I was petty.”

Finally, Thyme laughed and his own tears fell as relief sank on his soul. “So you were mad at me.”

“Next time you leave me for so long without a word, and come back ill like that” Momo warned, teasing, “I’ll shave your entire head.”

Chuckling, Thyme pressed a kiss on Momo’s chest.