It's obvious these two cowboys were made for each other. Cute stuff is what you'll see the most coming out of this book. :)
It's also my first time writing, remembering that my native language is not english, so let me know If you see any typos!
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(🔞) - This chapter contains details about sexual themes. If you are uncomfortable with this type of content or if you are under eighteen, I suggest you to skipp this chapter.
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A warning too; many people see Tom and Edd as teenagers, but they are adults! (My headcanon in this fanfic is that Tom is 32 and Edd is 26), so everything written here is legal. Just saying that bc I don't want problems later. Have a good reading.
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Edward was finishing tidying up his room. It was more like a guest room, but he didn't care. This was much better than sleep in some dirty hotel in the town. The sheriff's house was very comfortable.
The boy, while kneeling tidying one of the clothes drawers, comes across one he had never used before. Ed, being curious, took it in hand.
Ah yes, it was Thompson's navy blue jacket. He had left his overcoat with Ed so he could sew one of the sleeves and some holes caused by missed shots. Edward made a lazy expression with a sigh, closing the drawer and getting up from the floor, walking over to a dresser near his bed where there were some pots with needles and wool. Luckily, there were lines of blue color. It was not the same shade of blue as the coat, but it could be disguised.
Edward, now sitting on his tidy bed, delicately sewed the holes in the fabric. "This looks so worn and old. It surprises me that he still likes to use this thing." Ed says in his head, while being careful to not accidentally pierce his finger with the needle. When Edward finally finishes, he smiles looking at the result. The detective was a little nervous when he looked at the open door of his room. Thompson and Matthew were also at home, but the house was strangely quiet.
Edward hesitated before lowering his head and taking the coat in his hands to his face, closing his eyes. Thompson's smell was still present on the outfit, a mixture of cheap perfume and his own natural aroma. Edward always felt a shiver all over his body when he remembered about his partner. Everything about that man seemed incredible, at least for Edward, it certainly was.
He remembered the beautiful tousled tuft that Thompson had under his hat. The silly smile the sheriff gave him when they both accidentally found themselves caught looking at each other. Even his rough hands with calluses, the result of hard work, enchanted him. Edward lowered his head a little more, digging his face into the coat. The sensation of knowing that that piece of clothing was so lucky to be glued to the sheriff's beautiful and attractive body made him shiver.
Edward felt a little tingling in the middle of his legs. The thoughts he had about Thompson aways made him feel odd. He couldn't stop thinking about the smallest details of his friend, both physically and emotionally, while he smelled him in that outfit. Edward squeezed his legs together, he was flushed just from thinking too much. He loved everything about that man.
