Soulmates: Tomdaya One Shots

Mornings

I wake up from the sun falling on my face and look at my phone 9:36 am. I turn around and look at Tom laying next to me, he is still sleeping. I am completely naked under the covers, I lift the blankets a little and chuckle, he isn't wearing anything either.

We passionately attacked each other last night after he got home from the airport because we hadn't seen each other in almost a month since Tom had been in Atlanta shooting. And after our flaming reunion we both must have passed out right away. His suitcase is still standing right next to the door where he left it last night and clothes are scattered all over the room. I smile.

I think about getting up and letting him sleep a little longer but then decide to just wake him. He has had about 8 hours of sleep, that's enough. And also I wanna spend some time with him. As much as I love watching him when he is asleep ,just because he looks so calm and relaxed, I would really appreciate if I could have a conversation with him.

I give him a soft kiss on the cheek and whisper: „Good morning, my love" . The only thing I get from him is an „Ugh". So I start placing a line of kisses from his cheek to his chest. He mumbles and turns away from me. ,No he just didn't' I think to myself. I get that he's tired from working but this is too much. And since nothing else seems to be working I go for the most cruel option of them all. I start tickling him.

He comes to life and starts to shift to get away from me but I just tighten my grip around his torso and keep tickling him. „No Z...please...stop" he gasps in between laughs. „No" I laugh. I love that he's so ticklish. And since I am not ticklish at all it's hard for Tom to defend himself. But in the end I forget he is still the stronger one.

He turns around, grabs my wrists, pins them down on the bed on both sides of my head and sits on top of me; he caught me by complete surprise.
„Got you" he says and smiles down at me victoriously.

I stick my tongue out at him since I don't have my hands to punch him or point my middle finger at him. Then I say, already knowing in what direction this is gonna go: „And what'cha gonna now?"
„Oh you already know" he says with a grin on his face and bends down to kiss me.

I can feel his tongue licking my bottom lip. I open my mouth to grant him full excess and he finally lets go of my wrists and I start rummaging around in his hair while he strokes my arms, my torso and down to my hips. And then we do it again, even though we spent the whole night doing nothing else than that.

If this is an indication of what this weekend of Toms visit is gonna be like we are in for a wild one, I think to myself. But I love it. I love him.