Thomas Sanders x Reader

3

I woke up, a pair of arms around me, and giggling could be heard from the foot of the bed.

I cuddled into the source of warmth, and shut my eyes tighter. I don't want to wake up...it was such a lovely dream...

"(Y/N)." I heard someone whisper. It sent tingles down my spine. "Wake up."

My eyes fluttered open. I could see Thomas, red faced but smiling, staring at me. Startled, I sat upright. At the foot of the bed, their were more giggles.

I jerked my eyes to meet the same ones I had looked into only moments before, but belonging to a more suburban father figure.

To his right was my brother, grinning broadly at Thomas and I. I rolled my eyes at Patton, then gestured toward both of them.

"Feel free to fangirl." I said dismissively. Patton let out a high pitched squeal. Jon began shouting, "MA! (Y/N) HAS A BOYFRIEND!" as he ran downstairs.

I was laughing, and Thomas seemed to find it rather funny as well.

What happened next was a welcome shock. Morality giggled and snapped his fingers. Thomas whispered, "Why don't we give them something to really fangirl over?"

At that moment, Logic appeared and said, "No wait-" holding out his hand as if to stop time. Morality ran over to him and embraced him, which distracted Logan.

I was noticing all of this, but Thomas' eyes only seemed to be on me. I met his eyes, then let them travel to his lips, which were moving slowly towards me. Delicately, they met.

The kiss lasted only a few seconds, and the minute we separated my heart skipped its beat. Morality began screaming like a mad woman, and Logan scolded him all the way downstairs.

"Reckon we should go down for breakfast, yeah?" I said, breathless...for all the right reasons. Thomas nodded, smiling.

I came downstairs, and mom was doing her "suburban mom made pancakes" posture. Hand on hip, other hand holding the pan. "Fun night you two?"

I went red. "N-No, nothing like that, mom, I swear." Jon raised his eyebrows and made seductive noises. Mom glared and him and made disapproving gestures, then slid pancakes onto plates for Thomas and I.

We ate our pancakes in mostly blissful silence. Then Jon began discussing the prospect of beginning his own relationship, and the light fell on Thomas and I again.

I knocked my knees together. My past relationships never worked out they way I wanted them too. The prospect of me screwing up with Thomas overwhelmed me.

I felt a hand slide comfortingly onto my knee. The knocking stopped, and Thomas smiled knowingly. I rested my hand on top of his.

The tiny moments like this one are the ones I remember forever. My mother and brother, talking and laughing about everything, and Thomas and I, reveling in feelings and attraction, and smiling like everything was okay.

With his mouth full, Jon spit out, "Hey, don't you guys have a choir thing this morning?" I gasped and looked at the clock that hung above the stove. "Shit!" I cursed. I stood up quickly.

My pajamas were fine, I had arrived at choir performances worse. Thomas, however, was shirtless and, in short, barely wearing anything at all. I pointed this out and he rushed upstairs while I rushed to get the keys and start the car.

"Bye mom! Bye Jon! I love you guys!" I shouted before slamming the door shut. I ran to the car and started it up. I waited two minutes, and just as I moved to honk the horn, Thomas came stumbling out, in clothes that largely resembled Logans ensemble.

He got in the car and put on his seatbelt. He looked amazing. Even better, he looked hot. I took a deep breath, hoping to stop inevitable heart palpitations, but to no avail. I wanted to press on the gas pedal, to get their as soon as possible.

It took me a while, but I finally forced my foot on the pedal. Thomas turned on the radio, and we soon began singing duets. We connected, I think, through it all. It made me forget about everything.

And isn't that lovely.

When we finally arrived, Thomas was in no rush to get inside. Neither was I. We finished the lyrics to the song, then I turned off the car.

We unbuckled our seat belts, but didn't get out of the car. "You look amazing." I whispered, stealing a quick glance at him. He was staring at the car floorboards.

"So do you." He replied. "These are my PJ's." I stated, glancing them over. They were certainly nothing compared to what he was wearing. Thomas leaned over to take my face in his hands. "(Y/N), you have natural beauty I have never seen before."

"Thanks. Your not too bad yourself." I muttered, grabbing his tie and forcing his lips on mine. I felt electrified, and every movement we made was in a flourish. His lips moved to my neck, and I sighed.

There was a knock on the window, and, with a squeal, I hit my head on the roof of the car and landed awkwardly back on my seat. Thomas pushed open his door, and my friend (F/N), stood outside, smirking.

"I'm guessing you were originally here for Choir tryouts?"

A/N: Yes I screwed up a little, and now that I've pointed it out I hope you didn't notice. Feedback after each chapter would be nice, and I decided I could have a Fander question at the end of each chapter...
Q: What's the name of the only jelly Thomas will put in his belly?
Comment the answer!
Credit to QueenOfTheLooney-Bin for the questions idea...hoping it was okay?
Bye Fellow Fanders