[There's something wrong. He almost doesn't want to say anything--maybe he's still actually dreaming and he's going to wake up with an awkward morning wood and Kate is going to tease him relentlessly for it--but as she whispers and slides into his lap Tommy moves his hands down to the small of her back and leans back against the couch, looking up at her.
He bites his lip, because god, even though she's only in PJ's and only just woke up, the way the morning light is catching her is just making her even prettier. Tommy just wants to lean up and kiss her deeper, but he can't shake the fact she's nervous. His fingers drum against her back, and he tilts his head, frowning.
It's like he's done something wrong. But he doesn't want her to... regret it.]
--You okay? We... don't have to, y'know. [BUT HE WANTS TO SO BAD.]
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He bites his lip, because god, even though she's only in PJ's and only just woke up, the way the morning light is catching her is just making her even prettier. Tommy just wants to lean up and kiss her deeper, but he can't shake the fact she's nervous. His fingers drum against her back, and he tilts his head, frowning.
It's like he's done something wrong. But he doesn't want her to... regret it.]
--You okay? We... don't have to, y'know. [BUT HE WANTS TO SO BAD.]