❝yours, tommy❞ | dylmas

18. safer with you

Thomas POV - a week later

Another week passed by and things are doing really great with Dylan. He's perfect in every way and we both take care of each other lovingly. I had my CT scan two days ago and Dr. Rhys should call me back for the results today or at least, soon.

Dylan provides me a feeling of safety that I haven't known for years now, and it feels good. I try not to wonder too much, sometimes it's hard to shut up my negatives thoughts but we're working on it with Dyl who reassures me every time I need it. I'm still scared I'll end up annoying him, though.

This morning we got up early to watch Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 2, because we watched the first one last night and immediately became huge fans (especially of Rocket - he is so cute). I've got my second appointment with Dr. Lahey this afternoo, so I might be really tired tonight.

As the movie ends, I look up at Dyl, curled up into his arms. "Dylan?"

"Yes baby?" he turns off the TV and looks at me, his beautiful smile on his face. Giving him a little peck on the lips, I feel him smile even bigger against my mouth. "What is it?"

"Well I was thinking that... Maybe today I could try talking to Dr. Lahey alone."

Dylan seems surprised and straights back a little. "Oh? Really? Why's that?"

"I think I can trust her... And I don't want to burden you with this every time you know? Especially if I have to go every week. I don't want to force you to come with me."

"Oh, honey." He sighs, pulling me closer. "You don't force me to do anything. I want to, really, I do. If you need me to come with you, it's no bother."

Closing my eyes, I nuzzle my nose into his chest, holding his middle with my arm. "Okay then. But I really want to try talking to her alone today. If I'm not feeling okay then maybe you could stay in the waiting room? So I can come and get you?"

"Of course Tommy. I'm proud of you."

I sit and kiss him lovingly before getting up to get ready - or at least I try to get up. Dylan holds me back, giggling. Fighting for him to let go of me, we both laugh and tickle each other. I grab a pillow, hit him, while he's trying to lay me down on the back. It's a mess and soon we fall on the ground, Dylan above me. He grins, slowly leaning in. His lips brush my ear.

"I won." He whispers, causing my whole body to shiver. Giggling, Dyl suddenly starts to kiss my neck, slowly making his way down my chest. I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling. His kisses draw lines on my collarbones, my jaw, my neck once again, and finally end up on my lips. Wrapping my legs around his waist, moving my hands behind his neck, I deepen the kiss for a moment, not wanting the burning, but nice (oh, how nice) feeling in my stomach to stop. However we have to break the kiss after a while to catch our breath.

"How do you do this?" I ask, whispering. He clearly doesn't understand what I mean, I can tell by his questionning look. Moving my hands to his shoulders, I try to find other words, still whispering.

"How can you kiss me like that and make me feel... Good? And safe? I didn't think anyone could ever touch me like that again, I thought I would freak out but you... You're so different. I feel so safe with you, I feel loved."

"It's because I truly love you, my Tommy. I'd never hurt you in any way. I promise you that."

"I believe you. And I love you too", I say, removing my legs from his waist. "Come on, we have to get dressed, or we going to be late."

I try to sit but once again Dylan doesn't let me and traps me again under his body. "Wait, Tommy!"

Surprised, I stop moving and put my head back on the floor, looking at him.