“Uh, they should be in one of the upper kitchen cabinets.” He frowns back as he attempts to recall where he last saw them. Is pretty sure he almost grabbed them instead of coffee, once. He blinks owlishly at Andy before he belatedly realizes he can see so much better without his reading glasses on. “Want me to take a look?”

“Please. Sorry to take you away from your book.”

“Huh? I don’t mind. Turns out, baking cakes is a really dull affair to read about.” He sets his reading glasses and book down on the coffee table. Rises to his feet soon after. “I did figure out what went wrong last time, though.”

“Everything?”

“Hey now,” tuts Eddie, “I may have forgotten the pinch of salt and the oven may not have done what I wanted..”

Andy’s laugh reverberates through the room. Eddie finds he can’t look at his face too closely, with its fond expression aimed entirely at him and Andy’s eyes softening as he leans against the doorpost. The lamplight casts his face in a golden glow and Eddie’s breath is knocked from his lungs again as he realizes this is how his life is now. This is how things are between Andy and him, after all the fighting to stay alive and the long hospital recoveries and the letters that bridged all the gaps between memories and things they used to leave unsaid halfway across the world.

“I’m pretty sure the pumpkin seeds are near the coffee,” he says, once he has swallowed the lump of affection that sometimes forms in his throat when he looks at his lover. He walks over to the kitchen cabinet he thinks is going to be his best bet. “Did you get the other ones as well? The butternut squash and the thyme?”

“Yes to the thyme, no to the squash.”

Eddie frowns as he opens the cabinet to nothing but coffee and tea. “Did you move anything in here, love?” he asks, rummaging through the neatly packed herbal teas. “I could swear this is where I last saw ’em..”

“Didn’t move a damn thing, aside from those chocolate bars you keep sending out to Sledge and the rest of the squad. They’re in the pantry.”

“Hm. Hang on,” frowns Eddie, picking through the remnants of the darkest coffee he knows Andy favours, “I think I might have – yes, here we are.”

He triumphantly produces the small seed packets from the very back of the cabinet. Smiles as he also spots the rosemary and sage that he knew he’d stored away somewhere a while ago. The herb garden is his by unspoken agreement, although Andy’s way with thyme is something he cannot quite mimic and thus leaves in the man’s capable hands.

“You’re a star,” Andy says from behind him, plucking the packets deftly from his outstretched hand. “I’d be lost in this kitchen without you.”

Eddie turns and raises his eyebrow. Waits. Challenges.

“What do I get for that?”

Andy laughs again. Bridges the gap between them and brushes a fleeting kiss against Eddie’s lips. He’s smiling as he pulls away.

Eddie raises his eyebrow even higher.

“You call that a kiss?”

“What?”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, even though he’s not sorry one bit. Smirks down at Andy. “You call that a kiss, sir?”

He laughs against Andy’s mouth as the man crowds him up against the kitchen counter and kisses him again. There’s nothing fleeting or proper about the way he gasps at Andy’s touch, the teasing flicks of tongue against his lips right before the pressure comes back hard enough to bruise, the shivers that run down his spine as Andy drops the seed packets on the counter and tangles his hands in Eddie’s hair. He kisses back as pure want shoots through him, sharper than any bullet ever struck him, and moans his longing against Andy’s skin as the hands in his hair grow firm and guide his head to the side in a way that leaves his neck entirely exposed. He hisses at the sensation of nipping teeth against that vulnerable part of his skin, but his toes curl on the cold tile floor and his fingers may yet leave an imprint on Andy’s shoulders for sheer pleasure of it.

“Was that any better?” asks Andy, leaning away from him with a semi-glazed look in his eyes that Eddie knows his own eyes mirror. “Or would you like to show me how it’s done?”

“Later,” hums Eddie, knowing full well it’s going to drive Andy up the walls of the house to not get what he wants right away. Eddie deals with denial simply by keeping busy, which he now delights in as Andy’s gaze turns impossibly scorching. “These herbs ain’t going to plant themselves, hm?”

“Ed..”

“Oh, look,” he carries on, pretending to be utterly oblivious, “you found the parsley.”

“Eddie..”

“Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather,” he sings, sorting through the herbal packets on the counter, “parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.. and gather it all in flowers of heather..” He smiles down at Andy, grabs his hand, and leaves a kiss on the dirt-covered skin. “If he would be a true love of mine..”

This was it. You thought to yourself. Today is the day you marry the love of your life. You glanced at the clock and your stomach started doing somersaults, it was getting closer and closer to the time. 

“Y/N.” Y/B/F/N comes in, she immediately stops what she’s saying and just gawks at you. “Oh my.” Her tone softens as she slowly walks up to you. “You look absolutely gorgeous.” She cupped her hands in her cheeks, tears welling up in her eyes. 

“Y/B/F/N, oh stop it. I can’t cry otherwise my make-up you took hours to do will run.” You said, as you felt tears well up in your eyes as well. You fanned your face, cooling yourself down. 

“Come on then, let’s get you married to the luckiest guy alive.” Y/B/F/N extended her arm out, in which you linked yours too. The two of you making your way to the church. 

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“And do you Y/F/N take thee Tom Glynn-Carney to be your wedded husband to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him so long as you both shall live?” You stood before Tom at the altar, bouquet in hand, smiling through your tears ready to fall. 

“I do.” 

“Do you Tom Glynn-Carney take Y/N to be your wedded wife to live together in marriage?  Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?” The priest turned to Tom, cradling the bible in his hands. 

Tom looking lovingly into your eyes and nodded. “I do.” He said softly.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” Yours and Tom’s family and friends all cheered and applauded, as you both leaned in. Tom captured your lips and kissed you with all the passion he had in his body.

Though the kiss was chaste in comparison to your previous meetings, you knew he would more than make up for it later in the evening. You both pulled away and turned to your friends and family with Tom wrapping his arm around you. 

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His hand was warm as it guided your hand to cut through the simple yet elegant vanilla cake. Your heart flutters nervously as the familiar mischievous grin appears on his face as he holds a piece on a spoon towards you. 

“Don’t even think of it.” You mumble to him quite aware of your large audience. 

The widening of his grin gives you no warning as he pushes the cake onto your mouth catching some on the tip of your nose. The rich moist vanilla fills explodes on your tongue and you quickly swallow hoping to avoid further embarrassment. Amidst the crowds chuckles at his actions you pretend to fix his bow tie and lean towards his ear to whisper. 

“You’ll pay for this later.” 

His answer is to merely wink and utter,  “Oh I’m counting on it love.”

The evening was going great, The food was delicious and the drinks continued to flow. The only issue was the building tension between you and a certain Mr. Glynn-Carney. You tried to keep it PG for the sake of the family, but when the lighting hit that strong jawline and his bright blue eyes you couldn’t keep your eyes off him. You were his. He was yours. You soon ended the conversation with one of your many family members to head to the bar and grabbed a glass of prosecco. As you let your thought trail away, you felt two strong familiar arms snaked around your waist. You felt a warm breath against your ear. 

“You haven’t forgotten about me have you?”

You decided to act coy, this was his punishment for looking so good. You kept your back to him. “I’m sorry, who are you?” You question nonchalantly in a teasing tone. 

Tom’s hands tighten and pull you further into him. “Don’t play this game with me love.” He growls slightly into your ear, as you gulp the rest of your prosecco.   

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Unfortunately, the best day of your entire life had to come to an end. You bidded your family members a goodbye, everyone congratulating you both before setting off in their taxis. Once the last of your guests had left, Tom turned to you.

“Shall we do the honours Mrs. Glynn-Carney?” Tom asked, extending his arm out for you. 

“Why, of course you may Mr. Glynn-Carney.” You accepted his invitation, linked your arm with his as you both walked up to the honeymoon suite. 

You both were stood outside of the door. 

“Let me do this properly love.” Tom said. Before you were able to respond, he swept you up bridal style and opened the door. You looked around the room and gasped. The room was dimly lit, the room was decorated with white, Victorian decor. Your eyes lit up as you saw the Queen-sized heart-shaped bed located in the centre of the room. There were rose petals delicately scattered all over the floor, leading up to the bed. You and Tom exchanged glances. This truly was the best day ever. 

Tom slowly makes his way over to the bed and carefully places you onto it. His hands still on your waist. For a minute, you both just stared lovingly into each others eyes, not uttering a single world to each other. You both slowly began to lean in, until your lips finally met. The kiss started off slow and passionate, but you changed the pace. You grabbed the back of Tom’s head and pushed him closer to you, deepening the kiss and stroking Tom’s bottom lip. This earned you a low groan, as Tom granted you access and your tongues battled each other. Eventually, with a lot of power and persuasion, you won.  Your eyes widened a little when you felt two fingers rub you over your panties. You looked into Tom’s eyes, which were dark and full of lust. 

You pulled away from the kiss, getting some oxygen back in those lungs. Whilst you were doing that, Tom placed kisses on your jawline, leaving small bites down to your neck. He paused for a brief moment before attacking your neck, making your tilt your head back as you pulled Tom’s hair hard. He stopped, adjusting his position so that his knees were at the foot of the bed in between your legs. He looking at you, lovingly stroking your face as he kissed you passionately. 

For a split second, you saw the bright blue return in his irises, but they quickly shifted into dark orbs as his eyes raked over your body. You reached up and took off his bow tie, chucking it somewhere in the room, maintaining eye contact with him. You slowly undressed him, discarding his three piece suit as he kicked off his shoes, leaving him in his boxers. You bit your bottom lip as you soaked in every inch of your husband. 

He smiled, leaned down and kissed you. He placed his hands on your waist and delicately pushed you up the bed, so that your head was just beneath the headboard. Tom stood up and carefully climbed on top of you, both of his arms on either side of your body. He lifted your back up, unzipping your dress and pulling it down your body. Tom carefully placed the dress to one side and admired your body. He smirked as he took in how beautiful you looked in white lingerie, with a garter on your right leg. You peeked up at him through your eyelashes and bit your bottom lip, feeling flushed at the way he was looking at you. 

“So beautiful Mrs. Glynn-Carney.” Tom said in a low, husky voice. He unhooked your bra and tossed it to the side, cupping your breasts and massaging them. This enticed a soft moan from you. Tom’s lips found their way back onto your body, kissing down your stomach until he was near your white, lace panties. He hovered over your pants for a moment, then went further down your leg. You felt his teeth scrape against your thigh, as he took your garter in between them and skillfully pulled them down. You couldn’t stand it, you ran your hands through your hair as you closed your eyes. After what seemed like an eternity, Tom made his way back up to your pants, looking up to you, ensuring you were making eye contact. 

“Baby, open your eyes.” Tom pleaded. Your eyes fluttered open, meeting Tom’s beautiful blue eyes. His mouth on your pants as he takes the waistband between his teeth and pulls them down painfully slow. You groaned in frustration, as you felt the pace in your breath quicken, the pants becoming faster. You needed him inside of you. You bucked up your hips in one swift moment, begging for him to stop teasing. 

“Hey, Mrs. Glynn-Carney. You have to be patient my dear.” Tom teased, his right arm pushing your hips down to the bed, restraining you. “Good things come to those who wait.” 

You were so caught up in loosing your mind, that you didn’t notice Tom had taken off your pants. You gasped slightly when you felt his hot tongue slip into you, he quickened his pace as your right hand grabbed a fistful of Tom’s hair tugging at it. His index finger rubbing circles on you, just to drive you all the more closer to the edge.

“Babe.” Was all you could manage, before you reached your climax. Tom slowed down his pace, removing his fingers but slowly licking you as you came down from your high. He rose up,licking his lips, before his lips captured yours. You placed your hands on his waist and flipped yourself in one fluid motion. You were straddling him, as Tom was beneath you. His body glistening with sweat, his hair messed up from you tugging and pulling at it, his hands above his head as he too was taking in your beauty. You pulled down his boxers and chucked them in a direction. You pecked him on the lips, worked your way down to his jawline, then moved down to his neck. You slowly started biting and sucking at it, leaving soft kisses to help with the stinging. Once you were satisfied with the purple bruise, you then proceeded down to his chest, running your hands up and down his sculpted abs. 

“Y/N.” Tom breathlessly said. He groaned a little, you watched his as he titled his back against the pillow and closed his eyes, enjoying your touch. It was a matter of time before your lips were hovering over his large member. You licked once teasingly, causing Tom to buck his hips up. You pushed his hips down and smirked against him.

“Good things come to those who wait Mr. Glynn-Carney.” You mumbled. You heard his mutter a ‘fuck’, his hands pulling at your hair. You started pumping slowly, as you took him in your mouth. As you could hear him panting a little quicker, you too quickened your pace, until you heard him grunt and release himself into you. You swallowed him, enjoying each drop. You waited until he was finished, pulled away and traced kisses up his body. Your lips hovered over Tom’s, you waited a second then crashed your lips against his.

Tom placed his hands on your waist and flipped you over, so that he was on top. “I love you so much Mrs. Glynn-Carney.” 

“I love you too Mr. Glynn-Carney.”  He placed your hands on either side of you and intertwined his fingers. He looked into your eyes, as he adjusted his position on top you. 

“Are you ready my love?” He asks, kissing you softly. 

You pulled away and rested your foreheads together, looking into his ocean blue eyes. “As ready as I’ll be my dear.” He smiled and slowly entered you, enticing a simultaneous moan from you both. As Tom established a rhythm, he picked it up. He loosed his hands on yours, making it’s way to caress your body as he thrusted into you. Your hands on his butt, pushing him deeper (if that was possible) into you.  Your foreheads pressed together, still maintaining eye contact as you both made love to each other. You pushed your hips up, riding him as he pounded into you. The pleasure penetrating through you, consuming you, but it felt so good. 

You both moved as one, your breathes becoming all the more raspier as you were close to the edge. His breath hitched slowly, grunting.

“Love, I’m so close.” He whispers inaudibly.

“Me too.” You whispered back. Your hands wrapped around his neck as he thrusted into you deeper, savoring your wedding night. 

“Fuck.” He cursed, as he took your lips and kissed you deeply and passionately. You tightened your grips around his neck as you reached your climax, Tom quickening the pace causing the bed to bang against the door and rock furiously. Your moans, grunts and groans filled the vast room, the two of you releasing at the same time in one another. Tom placed his head on your chest, as he catches his breath. You came down from your high, placing soft kisses on top of his head and stroking his hair. He too placed kisses on your chest whilst humming softly. 

“That was incredible Mrs. Glynn- Carney.” He lifted his head up to meet your eyes. 

“It was really something.” You giggled, as he pecked your lips and returned his head on your chest. 

“I love you so much Y/N.” He mumbled against your chest.

“I love you too Tom.” You replied, stroking his hair.

The day you both just had and the eventful evening both left you exhausted, you felt Tom’s wrap his limp arms around your waist. You both slowly falling asleep into each others arms.