Tom Holland Imagines: Volume 2

In the Refrigerator Light

A/N: Hi, my lovelies! Here we are at the first chapter of our next book! I've received SO many wonderful requests from you all over the past week that it's been nearly impossible to keep up! So here's our first request from Met_1981 for Tom and Y/N dancing in the kitchen!

I missed Tom when he was away, and nowadays, that was often.

There was always a shoot or an interview or some press tour or other, which, although I was quite happy for my husband, left me lonely most nights.

Recently I'd turned to music to fill the empty space in the house, especially old swing from the 40's and 50's. It was my favorite era...the fashion, the romance, and especially the music.

It was around 9:30 at night as I cleared up the dishes in the sink. I hadn't bothered to turn on the light...the darkness set by the plant-adorned window above the sink and the little triangle of light cast by the refrigerator gave the room a moody sort of air and I enjoyed it.

I clicked on the radio and swayed a little bit to the familiar classics as I gently washed the sudsy dishes, humming as I went. I easily got lost in my own thoughts as I stared out the window and wasn't even aware the faint jangling of keys in the lock. 

The feet padding towards me on the moonlit tile floor were masked by the opening notes of my favorite Doris Day tune and I couldn't help but sing along under my breath. Then, suddenly, a pair of strong, yet gentle, hands gripped my waist. 

I yelped and tossed my sponge into the air. It landed on the ground next to me with a deafening smack.

"Don't start, darling! It's just me!" laughed a familiar voice from behind me. I turned my head around to find Tom pressed behind me. In the dim light of the kitchen, his face looked creased and exhausted, yet he was smiling. And that was a comfort.

"You're back early," I sighed, leaning my back into Tom as I swayed. He began to sway with me then spun me around so I was facing him.

"Yeah, well I missed you," he said simply. At this point, our swaying had turned to dancing on the cold tile of the kitchen.

"I missed you too." I grinned at him faintly, just happy to be back in the strong warmth of his touch. One of his hands was supportive at my waist, the other gentle in mine. He twirled me around a few times. I'd forgotten how good he was.

"I'm sorry I've been away so much," Tom said sincerely, shaking his head.

"It's all right, darling, I know it's not your fault."

Neither of us spoke for a few moments as we listened to the song. Then suddenly: 

"Y/N, do you remember my cousin's wedding?"

"Of course I do, silly! That was the first time I ever met your family."

"We were the best dancers in that whole reception," Tom chuckled softly, lost in some distant late-teenage memory.

"I can't believe your brothers didn't know how to waltz!" I laughed as Tom spun me around again.

Suddenly our kitchen was transformed into the wedding hall as the memory came into view around me. Everything was as I'd remembered it...the same arched ceilings and crystal chandeliers, the same bridesmaids in cerulean dresses, frozen in time. And yet Tom and I were older. The world was still our stage.

Tom dipped me back as the song ended and the darkened kitchen came back into view. I looked at him intently with what must have been a funny face because as he pulled me back to my feet he said, "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing," I sighed happily, leaning up to kiss him. "I'm just glad to be your forever, that's all."

A/N: I'm sick :((