TMR/TBS Imagines

Thomas // Gentleman

"Are you ready, love?" My husband of two months asked me coming into our bathroom. I was finishing applying my lipstick when hands curled around my waist. Thomas put his chin on my shoulder before leaving a small kiss on my neck.

"I'm ready," I said spinning around and putting my arms around his neck. He smiled before pecking a soft, yet passionate kiss on my lips.

I grabbed my purse off the counter after slipping on my black heels. Thomas raced ahead of me and pulled open the passenger side door. A large smile broke onto my face as I thanked him and climbed into the car. He ran over to his side and started the car, not long before his hand found mine on the center console.

After our short car ride into town, we arrived at the fancy dinner Thomas had reserved for us. He asked after the wedding if we could once a month have a fancy date night. I, of course, agreed happily and planned the one for that month.

I went to grab the handle to open the door before Thomas shouted beside me, "Wait!" He jumped out of the car and ran to my side before pulling the door open.

"You're such a gentleman, Tommy," I laughed at how forceful he was to be just that- the perfect gentleman. He grinned, proud of himself before closing the door and holding his arm out so we could link ours together.

When we approached the front desk, the woman's eyes widened once they fell on Thomas. This happened pretty often since he was this big and famous actor but not too many times have we had to leave a public place because of it. I just hoped this wasn't gonna be one of those times.

"Mr and Mrs Sangster, I presume," she said in a fancy British accent. Well that makes sense considering I moved to live with Thomas in England.

"Correct," Thomas answered and glanced over at me.  I had already rested my head gently onto his shoulder when I noticed he was staring at me. I smiled at the thought of my husband staring at me even in a completely random time such as this.

He pecked my forehead while slipping his arm around my waist. I was content being here with him. I mean, he always had this effect on me, but now that we had tied the knot it was a different feeling. He was mine and mine forever. It was a thought that never seemed to not make me smile.

"Right this way," a new woman said holding two menus in her hands. We passed many tables filled with happy couples who were enjoying their own date nights just like we were. They were just as enveloped in love as Thomas and I were, and the aura of the restaurant was only adding to it. The glowing candles, the soft music, and the wine served at each table. Everything was just romantic.

The waitress led us to the corner table of the restaurant- Thomas's request- and had us take our seats. We were inside a small booth so Thomas climbed in first before I did, and we sat practically on top of one another. It was just us.

"Your waiter will be here in just a moment," the lady informed us before rushing off to the front of the restaurant. I took a moment to glance at the elegant decor covering the place. Everything was colored in shiny gold or coated in a thick layer of an exotic cloth. It looked beautiful.

Once I looked towards my right, where Thomas was sitting, I noticed his eyes were already on me. My cheeks filled with heat but I didn't look away like I use to. I was used to him making me blush so hiding it now would seem silly.

"Why are you staring at me?" I asked. He just smiled and put his hand on my leg.

"Because you're beautiful," he replied. I giggled at his attempt to quote one of our favorite movies: The Fault In Our Stars. We took the time now to unfold our menus and scan over them. By this time, the waiter had already come to order our meals, each of us ordering a white wine along with some fancy pasta we had never heard of in our lives.

The time waiting for the food felt short since we had talked about anything and everything in the hour. It wasn't like our first date where we told each other our hobbies and how our families were, or on our hundredth date where we talked about an embarrassing story from when we were kids. This one was just simple people talking about simple things, like how we thought the atmosphere brought couples together or how funny the movie was last night. Just two kids in love.

Halfway through the meal, however, the temperature in the restaurant dropped increasingly. For some odd reason, it became freezing so I was bundled up against Thomas with my hand running up my opposite arm.

Thomas noticed immediately, and draped his cost over my shoulders. He pecked my cheek before returning to his plate. Then a question came to my mind, a weird one but I still felt like it needed to be asked especially in the not-awkward silence.

"Why do you still do that?" He looked up from his plate with a noodle hanging out of his mouth. I giggled as he slurped it back into his mouth so he could swallow his food.

"Do what?" He asked laughing and wiping off his mouth with his napkin.

"You know, opening the door for me and giving me your jacket when I'm cold. I thought boys only did that to just get the girl, and stop once they had her, like permanently," I explained. He stared back at me in both shock and horror. Was it something I said?

"Love, you think that because we're married that I'm gonna stop taking care of you?" When he said it out loud, it sounded stupid. Maybe I should have been grateful for him being the gentleman he was, rather than questioning it. Well it was too late to take it back now. I nodded as an answer.

"I'm going to take care of you because you're my girl. Not because I'm trying to woo you or anything," he said placing his hand on my cheek and rubbing his thumb over it. "I'm never gonna stop caring about you, sweetheart. Not ever. I need to make sure my girls treated right."

"I love it when you call me that, my girl," I said smiling widely. He returned the smile before pulling me closer so that our lips could meet. Even though we had been together for many years, he still never seemed to lose to same effect he had on me. I still had butterflies in my stomach when we kissed and I had a feeling they would never leave. 

"Well it's because it's true. This ring-," he said lifting my ring finger from my left hand, "-just means you're my girl forever. I love you so much, (Y/N). Let me take care of you." I kissed him again with the same passion and love as every other kiss but let this one linger.

"Alright, Tommy," I said burying my face in his neck. "Keep being my protector." He smiled down at me before sighing happily- if that's possible. "Of course. I gotta be there for my girl."