Saloonatics TomEdd One-Shots

Our (almost) perfect night - (fluff)

//Art made by me. Sorry if It's to dark to see *crys in portuguese*

This chapter is very short, damn. Also, I had to delete that NSFW drawing I made because Wattpad doesn't seem to like it. I'm sorry horny folks!

Anyway, good reading.♡︎

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The night was very busy today.

A big part of the town decided to make a celebration at the saloon for the exactly five months without any sign of theft, thanks to the great work of Edward and Thompson during that time. The bar was infested with people, most of them were already drunk. The sheriff was on the second floor of the bar, where it looked more like an open-air balcony. He watched each of the people below. Some of them are playing songs, while others are dancing to the melody.

He can see the prince down there too. Matthew had already danced with at least nine girls until now, but nothing surprising so far. Thompson took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, popping it into his mouth. If he wasn't so antisocial, he would probably be down there with the others. But that was not the case. He wasn't comfortable with it.

He hears shy footsteps behind him a few minutes later. "Oh, there you are. Won't you come down? Todd is handing out the rest of the drinks for free!" Edward says with excitement in his voice. Thompson exhaled, letting the cigarette smoke out of his mouth. "I've had too much drink already, I don't want to get drunk today." He replies, not looking back to face the detective. The steps approach, the sheriff can feel two hands touch his shoulders, rubbing gently.

"Then I guess you wouldn't mind if I stayed here, would you?" Edward speaks in a friendly tone. Thompson lets a smile slip. "Do whatever you want, if you get bored, don't blame me later." Edward giggles and walks beside Thompson, resting his arms on the wooden balcony railing. "I didn't know you smoked." "It's for stress relief, I swear I'm not addicted."

"Do you want some...?" Edward shakes his head, making a gesture with his hand. "Very kind of you, but no, thanks." Thompson glares at him but shrugs. "Okay, more for me then." He finishes his cigarette and drops it to the ground, stepping on top of it with the tip of his foot. He turns his gaze to the boy beside him for a moment. Edward's eyes seem to sparkle as he looks down, everyone there looking very happy, celebrating with their drinks.

"Can you believe it's been this long? It seems like yesterday you helped me rescue the prince." Ed sighs as he circles the wood of the balcony with his index finger. "Me? You did most of the work. It was amazing how you shot that guy on his knee. I still remember that, you know?" Edward chuckles awkwardly as he stares into Thompson's face, noticing his playful expression. "But if it wasn't for you training me, I wouldn't be able to do that, so you make part of this too."

Talking about this reminded Edward of the day when Thompson tried to teach him how to shoot properly without the help of the Cola, it was very difficult at first, he has to admit. But it was worth it when he recalls the moment when Thompson literally had to lean behind him, holding his arms properly so he would stop shaking with the gun in his hands. It was quite comfortable when Edward could feel Thompson's breath so close to his neck. The memory gave him chills.

"Oh noo, you got me on that one." The sheriff says in defeat. Edward, still with his eyes on Thompson, smiles, propping his head in his own hand. "Sometimes I think we should spend more time together, Sheriff. You know, b-besides just hanging out at the bar. Don't you have another favorite place to visit in your spare time?"

"... Are you asking me on a date?" Thompson smiles, raising an eyebrow.

Edward fumbles all over with the question. "I- No! T-that's not what I meant!"