days on the beach - tommy

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You were just laying on your stomach on the beach, the sand getting tangled into your air-dried hair. Sand had filled your boots, so you'd tossed them aside and wrung your coat up on top of them. Your nailbeds were absolute history, and your gaze was harder than before.

Although you would've been horrified had someone given you a mirror, Tommy thought you looked beautiful, and he reminded you of it.

Dating Tommy throughout the war was hard when he just wanted to protect you and make you happy. He was so selfless that it made him almost die probably ten times on the trip.

Now, you loved this sweet side of him. However, he had his own life to worry about, and you would gladly lay down your life for him if need come.

Tommy sits down next to you, and you look up at him with a small smile. He grins down at you in pure adoration, making your heart melt. His fingers cup your chin, thumb rubbing your cheek. You lean instinctively into his gentle touch, craving him.

When his lips finally touch yours, you smile into the sensation that you couldn't ever truly adapt to. It would always feel magical. You place a hand on the nape of his neck to deepen it, however someone clears their throat.

"Hey, so, um, I found an escape ship." The British man says, making you awkwardly move away.

"ALEX!" Tommy shouts in frustration, falling onto the sand and leaving you in a fit of laughter.

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