So maybe your life is in shambles and you run away to London to get your head straight. Sure, you don't really have a plan but the Universe does, and before you know it, some kid from Kingston has completely turned your world upside and your body i...
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Tom watched you, elbows resting on the table, hands folded in front of his mouth. He tapped his foot nervously, making his whole body vibrate in front of you. A curl bounced over his brow in rhythm, threatening to fall in his eyes. He waited. You took a sip of your beer and glanced up at him from across the table. Your expression, at first contemplative, melted into a bright smile.
"You! were! amazing!!" you yelled, smacking both palms on the table for emphasis.
His posture relaxed and he placed his hand on his heart, and closed his eyes.
"Oh thank god," he said then opened his eyes to flash the most gorgeous smile at you.
You laughed at him, "Why the dramatics?"
"I was just afraid you wouldn't like it. I was a wreck the entire movie. Didn't you see me looking over at you constantly?" he asked.
"Yeah, but I thought you were checking me out," you smirked.
"Well, I was..." he said all sassy.
"Anyway, why does what I think matter so much to you?" you asked.
He tilted his head and frowned, "Really, Y/N? The first thing I noticed about you was your tattoo. You nearly jumped down my throat when I suggested Batman could beat Spider-Man," he laughed, "and don't think I didn't notice your Spider-Man toothbrush."
"They were sold out of Ariel," you answered defensively.
He shook his head and reached across the table to grab your hands. It felt like a fuse was lit that sparked its way down your body. Even the slightest touch from him set you ablaze.
"My point is Spider-Man is so important to you, that it's important to me that you approved. If you hated it, well I doubt you'd ever speak to me again," he chuckled. You tried to imagine never speaking to him again and you felt a wave of sadness.
You squeezed his hands and looked him in the eyes. Fuck, those eyes!
"I am astounded by you right now. I don't even know where to begin," you chattered on enthusiastically, "It's a lot for me to process, truthfully. A part of me was still calling bullshit on you playing Spider-Man because it's fucking weird, right? But you hit the nail on the head, Tom. Like, really. You captured the awkwardness that is so very much Peter Parker, but you also nailed the snark that comes with Spidey and, my god," you just shrugged and smiled stupidly at him, "you're spectacular!"
Damn girl, ease up. Don't go falling all over yourself here. He may get the wrong idea and think you have feelings for him. The horror.
You pulled your hands away. Ah, old habits die hard. Way to duck and cover, Y/N. You grabbed your beer and took a sip, staring at the table.
Tom's brow crinkled slightly. He leaned back against the booth and folded his arms.
"Why do you do that?" he asked and nodded at you.
"Do what?" you blinked.
"Withdraw. Things are going well one minute and the next," he gestured at you, "you withdraw."
You licked your lips, your head was nice and fuzzy from the drink, "I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm not exactly in the best place right now." Were you really going to get into this now? Ugh, no one wants to hear your shit story, Y/N.
Tom leaned onto the table and grabbed your hand again. Why did he have to keep doing that? It was so...endearing. And you were simply a basketcase.
"Y/N, I have noticed but you won't ever talk about yourself. You know, I know nothing about you short of a Spider-Man obsession and your penchant for biting."
Naughty, you thought.
"You see me trying here," he continued, " but you've got to give me something." And he looked at you so earnestly, you felt that swell of affection for him again. This time you didn't want to squelch it.
You leaned in and gave him a soft and lingering kiss. He took his other hand and cupped the back of your head. You felt your whole body swoon for him. He was trying, and the more he tried, the further you pulled away. Celia's voice echoed in your head. Maybe it could be more. Maybe you needed to get over your neurosis, insecurities, and all around hang-ups and let him in.
You pulled away and braced yourself.
"I left everything to come here because I was selfish and scared and thought that distance would make things better, when really, it's only made me isolated and detached," you couldn't look at him though. You were embarrassed and uncomfortable. Couldn't you just get to the sex? That was easier.
"Why do you think you were selfish?" he asked gently.
"Because I decided I didn't want to be married anymore. So I did what I did to end it," you looked up at him and his eyes were so kind. You wanted to wake up to those eyes every morning. Yeah, but you'd probably fuck that up too, Y/N.
He let go of your hand and leaned back, looking down. Uh oh, you thought.
He looked back up you and raised his eyebrows, "Married?"
