Imagines By Hufflepuffholland

"Quit touching me. Your feet are cold."

"I'm so tired," Tom mumbled into your shoulder. You gave no response other than lifting one of the hands that was placed on your book and moving it to run through his hair. "Would it be rude if we just left right now?" You looked up from your book and looked at Tom.

"Ruder than me bringing a book to the party? They probably won't even notice." You and Tom laughed silently, subtly beginning to gather your things and thinking of excuses in case the host asked why you two were leaving so early.
Tom had just gotten in from attending D23 and co-star invited you both to a celebratory beach day – in honor of completing the first part of the new Avenger's movie. Tom accepted the invite out of respect but regretted it once he realized how tired he was from staying up all night, telling you everything that happened and everyone he had seen. "You want me to drive?" You glanced at Tom's tired figure leaning against the car. He was about to protest when a long yawn escaped him, so he nodded instead, handing you the keys.

"You can nap on our way, baby," he shook his head, but leaned his head against the seat anyway, closing his eyes. 'I'm just resting them', he mumbled. There was light traffic, considering it was only Sunday, and most people enjoyed staying in to prepare themselves for the week. You reached your home in the span of thirty minutes and lightly shook Tom awake. "Tom, we're home," you reached behind you in the backseat to retrieve where Tom had left his sandals. When you came back up to the front, Tom was rubbing at his eyes and thanking you for the sandals, slipping them on as he sluggishly made his way to the front door.

Once inside you both dropped everything by the entrance and headed to the bedroom. Tom went into the bathroom while you stayed in the bedroom changing into just a shirt. You hadn't gone into the ocean like Tom had, so you could hold your shower for after your nap. You sat in your bed, finishing the last couple of pages of the chapter you were on in your book. You put the book down when Tom stepped out of the restroom, his hair damp and just a pair of basketball shorts hanging off his hips. He dropped his dirty laundry into the basket outside the restroom door and threw himself on the bed, turning off the desk light next to him.

"C'mere," you cuddled into Tom's side while laying your head on his chest. You felt his lips on your forehead, mumbling a quiet, 'love you'. It was quiet and calm, until Tom decided he wasn't close enough to you. He tried to tangle your legs together but sat up in alert when you yelled out in surprise. "What's wrong?" You felt bad for startling him, so you shook your head.

"Nothing, sorry. I thought I felt something on my arm." He looked at you questioningly but shrugged it off, beckoning you closer. He again tried to tangle your legs together but you kicked him away.

"What the hell, babe?" You laughed at his annoyed tone.

"Quit touching me. Your feet are cold." Tom looked at you with a dumbfounded look, shaking his head. He got up, picked up some socks from his drawer and put them on before getting back into bed. He pulled you closer, this time successfully tangling every limb of both of yours together.

"Better?" You hummed in appreciation.

"Much."