𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇, tom holland

12 ⋟ training

warning: a lil blood. but they're okay!! 😃👍oh and a lot of eye rolling.

𝚐𝚊𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎
(𝚊𝚍𝚓) 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎; 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍

He was calling her name, had been for the past five minutes. Eventually he had to get up out his chair, but Lilah really was clinging to him like a koala bear. And she had fallen asleep. A miracle.

She was sitting in his lap, her arms wrapped around his torso, her cheek resting on his shoulder. Neither of them knew how they had gotten into this position, something that had to do with her being cold and him offering his arms as a blanket.

He didn't want to wake her, but they needed to start their training, the training she had agreed to participate in the day before.

Lilah invited Harrison to come along with them, but he refused because apparently Tom got all mean and serious, and made him do drills. Which wasn't true, it was just that the one time Harrison had gone to work out with him, he was in a bad mood.

That didn't mean he wasn't going lay back on Lilah.

But at that moment, it took all he could not to smother her face with kisses. Her cheeks looked so soft, the small freckles that he hadn't noticed were there before—glowed in the late morning sunlight, causing them stand to out like stars in a dark sky. Her lips were parted, pressed against his neck, making the hairs on his arms to stand up.

She shifted in her sleep, brows scrunching with the movement, and her head lifted up off his shoulder.

"Hey man." She yawned, retreating her arms from around him to rub her eyes. "Sorry I fell asleep on you. You're just a really good pillow."

"Thank you?" A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "But you don't need to apologize, it's good that you got some sleep, for once. And you're really warm." Heat creeped up the side of his neck, where Lilah's lips had brushed against just seconds prior.

A low chuckle. "Yeah well, I didn't get any sleep last night, so thanks for holding me."

Worry flashed in his eyes, but he pushed it down and changed the subject. "Um, it's almost time to go, so you need to get dressed."

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" she asked, crossing her arms.

Tom looked her up and down, slowly examining her clothes. She was still sitting on his lap, one thigh on either side of his legs. "You're wearing Spiderman pajama bottoms that are most definitely are not yours," he glared at her, "And, you're going to need to borrow some shoes because converse will not work for the physical movement you'll be enduring today." He gave her a smug smile and she bit the inside of her cheek.

"Okay... but we're getting coffee before because I haven't had any for the past week because the lady kicked me out when I tried to order some." She poked his chest, "So you get to order it please."

Tom rolled his eyes. "Fine. But when they try me for treason in front of the Queen, I'm blaming you."

When Lilah grinned and left his lap to run upstairs and get dressed, Tom felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on his body. The warmth that curled up in his chest when she was asleep in his arms disappeared.

The realization had hit him like a tidal wave yesterday. Lilah wouldn't be there forever. She wouldn't be there to fall into his lap, go on adventures to the library with him, it wasn't endlessly that they would be making these movies together. But he wanted forever with her.