Home Wrecker (TomTord)

Ch. 1 - Wish

(I know I said I'd start this sooner but things came up.)

Tom set the table for two very carefully, handling the delicate china he'd reserved for the night with his most gentle touch. The breezy, fall night was perfect for a dinner outdoors, the fireflies fluttering peacefully as they glowed in the tall grass around the gazebo. A soft, sweet smelling breeze nudged the grass along, leading it to sway slowly to and fro. He lit the candle in the middle of the white table cloth, setting the shiny glass plates down on the opposite sides of the table. The velvet cushioned chairs Tom had rented for this evening were as spotless as the man's freshly dry cleaned suit. The Brit straightened the silverware to perfection and took a couple paces back until he stood on the stone path that lead to the the gazebo. The trimmed ivy hung in spirals around the wooden poles that held up the dome-shaped roof. It was a perfect view in Tom's eyes, a fancy dinner by the lake-side by candle light and the full moon just behind it. The starry night sky shone down on the peaceful river, not a ripple in sight.

Proud and satisfied, Tom called for his wife, Susan. "Susan, my love, you can come out now darling." He called to her softly, his sweet words coaxing her out onto the path in front of him. The tall woman wore a sparkling white dress, similar to the one she wore on her wedding day but less flashy. She had her eyes closed, for her husband had told her it was a surprise and she was not to peek.

"May I open my eyes now?" She asked, her voice soft as always but the tone behind it was slightly irked. Tom simply chuckled at his bride's slight annoyance and approached her, taking her hands in his.

"Not yet my dear, just wait a few more seconds," he pleaded her, pretending not to see the slight eye roll behind her eyelids. He walked backwards with her slowly until he came to a halt. "Right here, feel free to open them now." The Brit told her, letting go of her hands as he watched her eyelids lift followed by a hand over her mouth and her void-like eyes shimmering in awe. She stood there frozen in amazement and glee for a few moments before her quiet voice arose over the sound of the breeze.

"Oh Thomas, you did all of this for me?" She squealed in disbelief, her glowing expression and bright smile making the British man melt inside. "You've outdone yourself yet again, what did I do to get such royal treatment?" She lightly jested, turning to Tom and wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders warmly. His arms brought themselves to her curved waist, holding her body flush to his.

"Susie Q, you will always receive the very best, My Queen. I love you more than anyone in any Milky Way and I will stop at nothing to make that known to you. Happy Anniversary my love." He proclaimed, sliding his rough hands along the back of her dress sensually as he pulled her closer. The woman's eyes smiled with her lips as she stared into her husbands' as she stepped closer to him. Their black eyes reflecting each other beautifully.

"Thomas Rockwell, you make me feel like a Queen every day. You've already made it very well known to me~" she purred, clasping her hands together behind his neck as she began to sway with the tall grass. "Are you going to dance me to the table, my fine gentleman?" The British woman asked expectingly, drawing out a small chuckle from her husband.

"Well that depends. Your Majesty, may I have this dance?" He cooed, settling his chilled hands on either side of her hips. Susan eyed him softly, her pitch black eyes scanning over him a second time before her eyes met his again.

"Well, since you already so impatiently have your hands on me, I suppose I accept~" she teased, giving her husband a wink to which he playfully rolled his eyes. He mirrored her slight swaying, taking his time with the view of his wife and the scenery around them. His feet stepped as gracefully as she had taught him. Back, right, forward, left, then twirl, they'd done this every night together in the kitchen since their honeymoon. It helped for chores to go faster and eventually they hadn't even needed the music to dance. Though she wouldn't complain if Tom chose to sing to her while they danced. Now, here they stay, on a stone path by the lakeside, dancing to their heart's content.