For hawksandfeathers: Every Time (PG)
Dec 11, 2013 15:22:34 GMT 10
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Post by wordy on Dec 11, 2013 15:22:34 GMT 10
Title: Every Time
Rating: PG
For: hawksandfeathers
Prompt: #1 Fluffy Goodwin/Tom
Summary: Tom knows how to court a girl, that’s for sure.
Notes and Warnings: In my mind, this is set when Goodwin’s a young Dog, perhaps in her first or second year. Her and Tom being young and in love is just so delightful, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :3 Title sort of taken from The Temper Trap’s Love Lost.
“The sawdust makes my nose itch,” Clary complained as Tom led her around the bench and towards the back of the workshop. It was Master Hemrich’s workshop, in truth: Tomlan had been apprentice here for almost three years, and Clary felt slightly guilty about whining when it was only the second time she’d been invited in.
But Tom didn’t seem to mind. He rifled around beneath the back workbench while Clary stood in place, careful not to disturb anything. When he turned around, his blue eyes cut straight to her heart. He was holding a wooden box.
She stepped closer to look at the box, and ran her fingertips softly across the carved lid. The wood had been polished with a dark stain. It was beautiful in its simplicity.
“I made it,” he said. “For you. And it would have been ready weeks ago, but I couldn’t decide on the pattern for the carving, then I had to choose the right stain—”
She leaned in to stop him with a kiss, the box pressing against her stomach between them; after a moment she felt it move, then Tom’s hand pressed against her back. She wondered if he could feel her heartbeat racing happily, but the way he kissed her softly told her that he didn’t need to.
“It’s perfect,” she said, slightly breathless when she pulled away. “And you’re too sweet for me.”
He smiled. “I know you don’t have many trinkets, but I’m sure you’ll find a use for it. It’ll look good upon the dresser when we have a place of our own, anyway.”
Clary caught her breath. “A place of our own?”
“With a workshop on the side,” he continued. “Maybe not to start with, but someday, when we have the money…” he trailed off, noticing her stunned expression. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I mean to marry you, Clary. If you’ll have me.”
The sudden uncertainty that flashed across his face was heartbreaking and adorable at once. She took his sweet face in her hands and kissed him, twice, laughter spilling out of her. “Of course I will, you fool man—of course I will.”
Rating: PG
For: hawksandfeathers
Prompt: #1 Fluffy Goodwin/Tom
Summary: Tom knows how to court a girl, that’s for sure.
Notes and Warnings: In my mind, this is set when Goodwin’s a young Dog, perhaps in her first or second year. Her and Tom being young and in love is just so delightful, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :3 Title sort of taken from The Temper Trap’s Love Lost.
“The sawdust makes my nose itch,” Clary complained as Tom led her around the bench and towards the back of the workshop. It was Master Hemrich’s workshop, in truth: Tomlan had been apprentice here for almost three years, and Clary felt slightly guilty about whining when it was only the second time she’d been invited in.
But Tom didn’t seem to mind. He rifled around beneath the back workbench while Clary stood in place, careful not to disturb anything. When he turned around, his blue eyes cut straight to her heart. He was holding a wooden box.
She stepped closer to look at the box, and ran her fingertips softly across the carved lid. The wood had been polished with a dark stain. It was beautiful in its simplicity.
“I made it,” he said. “For you. And it would have been ready weeks ago, but I couldn’t decide on the pattern for the carving, then I had to choose the right stain—”
She leaned in to stop him with a kiss, the box pressing against her stomach between them; after a moment she felt it move, then Tom’s hand pressed against her back. She wondered if he could feel her heartbeat racing happily, but the way he kissed her softly told her that he didn’t need to.
“It’s perfect,” she said, slightly breathless when she pulled away. “And you’re too sweet for me.”
He smiled. “I know you don’t have many trinkets, but I’m sure you’ll find a use for it. It’ll look good upon the dresser when we have a place of our own, anyway.”
Clary caught her breath. “A place of our own?”
“With a workshop on the side,” he continued. “Maybe not to start with, but someday, when we have the money…” he trailed off, noticing her stunned expression. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I mean to marry you, Clary. If you’ll have me.”
The sudden uncertainty that flashed across his face was heartbreaking and adorable at once. She took his sweet face in her hands and kissed him, twice, laughter spilling out of her. “Of course I will, you fool man—of course I will.”