Tom Holland x Reader Imagines

13: Words Bite (2)

I laid in my bed.

God, it's dark. And quiet. And depressing.

Tom's breathing wasn't the sleeping kind. I knew he was awake.

I didn't know what I should do.

So I slid out of bed, in the dark, and climbed two steps up the ladder.

I could see his back.

Now, mind you, he was shirtless.

I had a perfect view of the muscles on his back, moving when he breathed.

Damn I messed up.

Who'd cheat on this?! Not me, obviously.

I reached out and poked him softly. "Tom? Honey?"

He didn't respond.

I slowly trailed my finger down his spine.

I stopped just above his waistband.

Goosebumps slowly formed all over his arms.

I kept my finger there. "Look, I-I want to say, I didn't mean it. I didn't mean any of it."

He rolled over, making me quickly pull my hand back so he didn't roll onto it. "Lay down."

I froze. "Please?"

"Go lay down," he commanded again, in a gravely tone.

I sighed.

Then I slowly lowered myself back to my own bed.

I sat on my legs as I heard him moving around, and watched him climb down the ladder.

"You're not doing what I told you," he mumbled.

I lay flat on my back, pulling the covers back.

He slowly positioned himself over me.

I pulled the blanket back up over his shoulders.

He stayed there, in push-up position, one hand on each side of me. "You didn't mean it?" He repeated.

His voice broke.

I tilted my head. "No, no no no baby, I didn't. I'm so sorry," I said in a broken whisper.

He splayed his palms.

I bit down on my lip again.

Then he raised one hand uneasily, and rubbed his eyelids. "You're not breaking up with me?" He sniffled.

I covered my mouth. "Shh, I'm not, I promise, there's no way in hell I'm breaking up with you baby I'm so sorry," I rushed it all out.

He placed his hand back to its spot, and I saw his red rimmed eyes.

Tears on his cheeks, and one on the tip of his nose.

I felt my heart crack. "I promise, baby."

He nodded, then sniffled again, and his body heaved.

He was more upset then I thought.

"Tom, I'm so sorry," I said.

He nodded, once, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. "I thought you were going to leave me."

I closed my eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm not leaving, I promise."

I placed my hands on the sides of his face, and using my thumb, wiped the tear off the tip of his nose.

He sniffled again.

Then he finally lowered himself onto me, full body weight feeling like a safe blanket.

His head just below my chin allowed me to kiss his crown occasionally.

His hands gripped my shoulders.

I felt so bad. "I'm so sorry."

"I forgive you." His voice vibrated me. "Of course."

I sighed, relieved, and hugged him tighter.

My legs were parted to allow his hips room, and the blanket had slipped back to his waist.

So I could run my fingertips up and down his back freely.

Every time, I stopped just above his waistband.

He shifted everytime.

"We didn't cheat, did we?" I whispered.

He shook his head. "No. No, I didn't. You didn't."

"That's what I said, but unnecessarily long," I murmured.

He laughed, body shaking me.

I laughed too. "Let's not do that again."

He propped himself back up, but not too far from my face. "Yeah, let's."

I smiled. "Let's kiss."

He smiled wider. "Yeah, let's."

I wanted to laugh. "Anything I suggest, you'll say 'yeah, let's' I hope, so, how about we go to that movie together?"

He smiled one-sidedly. "Yeah, let's."

I smirked now. "Let's make up."

He got closer. "Yeah, let's."

And I kissed him.

Besides, he was repeating himself.