♡ Eddsworld Tom X Reader ♡

7 •Your Warm Embrace •

He finished the plate, maple syrup oozing in the crevasses. His legs were crossed, his dark skinny jeans clutching to his skin, a few holes broken into the material. Tom placed the plate aside, specks of various breakfast foods embedded into the maple syrup. You looked at him with knowing eyes, words crawling inside your mouth, you wanted to spit out your thoughts, tell him everything that you knew. "He likes me." You whisper, a hint of excitement in your voice. You had a mental argument with yourself, your breathing slightly quickened, your brain was having a fist fight with your heart, the realisation that you were attracted to him shocked you mentally. How could you like someone so quickly? You smiled, and closed your eyes, escaping into your own world, reminiscing about how he was met almost every single standard you could think of. He looked at you questioningly, his eyebrow raising above his dark eyes. You opened your eyes and coughed, your hair falling onto your face, the light of the room bouncing off the posters. "Maybe we could be... A thing?" You wondered in your head. Every since you were in high school, the thought of having any sort of physically affectionate relationship brought happiness to you. The thought of how you would come back from work, breathing heavy, shoulders falling, you'd swing your coat to the wooden floor, frustrated at all the stupid decisions you'd made. They would run up to you, their palms sweaty from the summer heat. They'd grab your arms, pull you closer, Kissing you slowly. You shifted your position, moving closer to him, he whispered something to himself, his eyes suggesting a slight shock or embarrassment. He looked down at your hand, your nails a pearl white, little flecks of dirt buried underneath. He slightly turned pink, a slight undertone of red flushing out the colour of his skin. He was unmistakeably shattered. He just yearned for something a bit more, satifising so to speak. He just felt a almost internal connection towards you, a enticing invitation that was sent to only him, only his heart. He gulped and braced himself for your reaction, He placed his hand on yours, and your fingers intertwined, a bond between you and him, somehow unbreakable. He breathed out heavily, a huge relief washed over him, and he took charge of the moment. He pulled you into a hug, you were slightly stunned by this action, responsive pulses in your brain, tried to pull away. But your heart, pumping the anxiety and desire through your veins, held tighter. You sighed in relief, feeling safe in his arms. He wrapped his arms around your waist, and nuzzled his head into the crevasse in your shoulder blade, his chin locking into place. "Your amazing, you know that?" He whispers in your ear. You could feel his brisk breath on your neck, sending huge waves and shivers down your back, his warm breath evaporating the sweat from your neck. "I'm alright." You shrug, your arms were dangling beside you, pressed against your side, his arms holding them in place. He closed his eyes, he smiled. His eyes were tearing up, little sapphires falling from the corners of his eyes. He loosened his grip on you, feeling slightly weak. You held tighter. His tears fell onto the robe, the fluffy blue strands , dampening to a wet soft pulp. He then opened his eyes, he smiled again. He gripped you tighter, his nails almost ripping off your flesh. The tears were small and soft, yet had such strong force and feeling behind them. They had reason for developing and bothering to even fall out of his abyss like eyes. But nevertheless how much he loved the moment, how much he wanted to kiss you, he didn't.

He dropped his arms, breaking your never ending embrace. " Well, you should probably get some clothes on.." He smiled, his eyebrows raising. He obviously was hiding something, or he was slightly insane. Not the mentally put me in a asylum insane, but the I really really want to lick your toes kind of insane. He rubbed his hands together, blowing on his frosty fingers, a slight blue tone covering the tips of his nails. A small tear fell off the edge of his cheek, just noticeable by the small rays of light, falling from the bedroom window. You looked down again, almost punching your face, "Godammit!" You yelled, your body was peeking out, as if it was a actor, eager to pull up the curtains and walk on the stage, showing everything it's got. You clumsily pulled it over your body, the actor getting a hit of stage fright, and you concealed your body completely with the dark blue robe. It reminded you of how you woke up in the bed, your remembered the lingering smell, someone calling your name, and utter blackness. You looked at him, your shoulders were almost touching, his dark hoodie falling over his chest like a cascading waterfall. You raised your eyebrow, staring at him right in the eye, a slight smirk forming at the corner of your lips. "What happened last night by the way?"

< Toms P.O.V >
The one thing, the one thing that I remembered so clearly, yet wanted to forget. The small white bathtub, small patches of water covered the floor, the bath mat kicked in the corner. Then I blindly tripped, I saw everything, firm flesh. The cushions on her chest, her toned legs crossed, covering the magic between her legs. I swear my face was almost shrivelling up from the embarrassment and humidity. My god, how can something so good feel so bad! It was so backwards, my god it was a amazing sight, but my god how badly my lunch was begging to crawl out of my throat. " What happened last night anyway." The hug ended, the most magical bond that I never wanted to end, I would of stepped across a field of broken glass to experience that warm feeling again. My heart was beating out of my goddamn chest. Then I pulled away, the tears finally shrivelling back into my cave like eyes. I was straining so hard not to kiss her, my lips were speaking a different language, taking control. I just resisted, holding on tighter. Then she asked that question. My face was more red than tords ugly hoodie, his stupid spiky hair, his stupid dream to go to the Godamn city or whatever... My hands were twitching, my teeth bearing a nervous smile, you may as well of wrote " I saw your tits" in big bold writing over my forehead, it wouldn't have been any more obvious. I sucked in air through my teeth, my muscles tightening, my back hunched. " Urrrr..." She stared at me suspiciously, her H/C hair falling over her beautiful bright eyes. She moved closer to me, swiftly grabbing my collar. She held me closer, I was close enough to see her thoughts, her nose brushing against mine. She looked at me with desireful eyes, her matte lips hovering over my mouth. She slightly licked her lips. " What happened?" She repeated, her voice more strong than her grip on my collar, "Tell me." A stupid grin slowly spread across my face, a risky as hell move, she could of got her hands to my neck in 2 seconds flat. She let go of my collar, and smiled. " Fine. But you owe me one. " she said, a smirk plastered upon her face. She nudged me with her shoulder and stood up, her robe delicately fell down over your beautifully curvy body. She walked out, grabbing one of my hoodies. She slips it over her head, and grins.  " I'll be taking this." She turned her head to me, and flashes me a smile. " See ya." And with that she was off, the only trace left, her lip gloss stain on my hoodie. I grab my bass, and strum it, my mouth singing incomprehendible lyrics. About love, heartbreak and several times I had wanted to kill Tord. I just sing, a flabbergasted look, seemingly forever placed on my face.