When I told Tom, he was worth any risk...I mean that shit. I finally found someone and something besides my daughter to fight for, that person is Tom and his love.... His worries...his worries are valid, moreover they are also MY worries. I fear losing him...I don't want to lose him and am doing my best to do whatever I have to, to keep him...to fight. But those rumors going around...no, not about Tom...but me, about my sanity, about Razzle, so many 'depravities' and then what the fuck am I going to do about what's going on with Tom? Him getting weird phone calls, photo shopped pictures, my cheating on him.... i would NEVER cheat on him.
Tom also worries about not fitting in with my much more public lifestyle that and the fact that while yes, we date or rather are dating, but don't go out much to public places...I can tell that REALLY bothers my boyfriend. But again, I meant when I said I didn't have to go out. I truly meant that and when I am with him, that's all I need. Why the hell do I always have to fight for everything in my life? Why? I can't help but wonder...Tom though, the fight for our love is merely beginning....
"Vinny?! Vinny...babe...are you ok? Your knuckles have turned white..." Tom's uncertain and small sounding voice FINALLY breaks me out of my reverie. I am still driving, not much farther to my house.
I loosen my grip on the steering wheel and take a deep breath and reach for Tom's hand with my right hand, "I didn't realize about the steering wheel.... i was deep in thought, thinking about well everything.... your fears, mine especially and the greatest thing I fear losing you." How fucking ironic that statement was, because for a brief time I WOULD.
"Vinny...I'm SO sorry." Tom's voice breaks and my heart BREAKS at the sound.
"Don't be baby, I'm not sorry for loving you....and I'll never stop fighting for us...never." I whisper. Nothing more is said, and there is relative silence other than the radio on the background. At last, we make it to my house, and upon entering I immediately take off my shoes and throw them wherever the fuck they may land, which causes Tom to laugh.
"Those poor shoes!"
"Hey, they were asking for it!" I quip, as I gather my shoes up and arrange them neatly by the door, believe it or not I DO clean, I pull Tom to me needing to feel him and he blushes under my gaze. "I just needed to feel you, have you close to me Pom-Pom...I love you." And with that I seal his lips with my own, the rhythm of our lips working in harmony with one another...it's the greatest feeling, and I only have ever felt this way with Tom. We part for breath and Tom smiles.
"Love you too Candy Lips."
Hand in hand, we walk to the kitchen, and I turn to Tom....
"So, what'd ya want? Oh, how about my famous sandwiches and that cucumber salad you loved so much? Aaaand.... besides my lips...do you want dessert?" I end on a teasing note.
"Your lips Vinny are enough dessert..." Tom practically purrs out, and oh what that's doing to me right now---, "But since you're asking.... something chocolate-y."
"You Tom are gonna kill me..." I mutter thinking he doesn't hear me, but I am proven wrong by his knowing smirk, but otherwise he seems to let it go.... but saunters practically to where he's standing in front of me, when we're together our height differences don't exist, it's just well US. I pull him down gently to me and kiss him gently on the lips, "I love you."
"Love you too...so much." Tom whispers. All our issues go to back burner for now in my mind, they have no place here...I get started on fixing the food for Tom, making my self some as well and for dessert: Chocolate Mousse. It doesn't take me too long to fix everything and soon Tom and I sit down at the table together and dig in, I wait for Tom to take the first bite---," Delicious as always, God...I swear it gets better every time I eat your cooking."
I blush at my boyfriend's words, "It's the love in there."
"I believe it Vinny...I believe it." A small smile plays on Tom's plump lips, which of course NATURALLY draws my attention to them...LATER VINCE...LATER. It doesn't take Tom and I long to plow thru our food and dessert and Tom all but demands he help stating, "Come on Vinny, you always do them...I want to help and don't you dare tell me 'No'."
"Stubborn!" I quip, but fondly and sigh, "Ok...I you win."
"Damn right!" Tom quips, teasing me I can tell. Somehow, we manage to wash dishes and afterwards, I ask what he'd like to do---
"So, what'd ya wanna do? We can shoot pool, cuddle...you can play my guitar and piano...or we can cuddle...personally I like that option the best."
"OH, I was hoping you'd say 'cuddle'!" Tom blushes explaining, "You give the best ones...you're always so warm...I run cool...so.... It's like—"
"Fire and Ice?" I finish for him. oh the irony of that statement!
"See? And you said you weren't good with words Vinny, you're wrong." Tom says seriously, before his tone brightens, "to the couch for cuddles."
I laugh and we make our way to the living room, Tom immediately laying his head on my chest as I wrap my arms around him with a happy sigh, I find my self though wishing he'd stay the night...just so I don't have to part from him...but I am not going to pressure him into that.
"I love doing things like this with you Tom." Quietly, then a catch in my voice that precedes the threat of tears. "I-I-I haven't done this in so long with well anyone but you."
"Me either..." Tom seems to want to say something else I can tell but doesn't say it...but I can hazard a guess or guesses.
"Tom? Whatever happens, the rumors...I will fight for you, for us...for our love.... that's a fucking promise baby and NEVER tell me or yourself you don't belong in my world or with me...you belong at my side, always."
"Vinny..." Tom starts, sounding awed. "How? How do you DO that? Know what I'm thinking?"
I clear my throat, "BECAUSE Tom...I know how it feels...how YOU feel and because I love you so much." Tom and I lay in silence for a bit, me wondering if he's gonna say anything...but all I know right now, is the feel of him...I CAN'T get enough of the feel of Tom in my arms. But what he says next I think is a good sign...and it blows me away....
"Can I stay the night? I mean...if it's, ok?"
"Hell, yes its ok." I state stunned but elated. And so it goes, we cuddle and watch tv until it gets quite late, Tom called his friends to let them know he was staying with me. Jeff, he left a message, figuring Jeff was with Nikki.... again, little did we know...what was gonna happen with Nikki a month from this point in time or...rather what had happened already but would come to light.
We make our way up to my bedroom and a wide-eyed Tom follows me, and his eyes widen further as i open my bedroom door and he exclaims "So THIS is your bedroom? Huh...I love it. Love the touches of pink...and it's classy, beautiful...not what I expected and oh! Its cozy too, and ooh has its own bathroom!"
"I also have a TV in here..." I point out..., "So oh shit..." I pause, "You don't have any clothes!"
"Um if it's ok...I can just sleep in my t-shirt and um boxers. "Tom blushes heavily.
"Of course, its ok." I whisper as we get ready for bed and soon enough, together we lay upon my mattress, Tom sighing with delight at the softness and me unable to believe he's here, here with me and spending the night...oh how I want more! Our legs entwine, us fitting together perfectly I'd say.
"Love you Vinny...I'll never forget this night." Tom murmurs, as I gently reach out and caress his cheek.
"Love you too and I won't forget either." I gently kiss him and soon after Tom drifts off and I follow suit.
Lives were fixing to change forever and no not Tom and I yet...but our lives would be affected by what's coming, I will tell you though that for Nikki...it would save his life....
A/N: Part 2 of the 'rumors' chapters...tensions, tender moments and foreshadowing...things will really start to get interesting, stay tuned!
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