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Brooklyn Nine-Nine was playing on the TV as you cuddled up closer to Tom's figure in bed. Half of your face was pressed into the side of his chest so you could still see the TV, and your arm was thrown over his torso. His hand had landed on your hip to pull you closer, so now one of your legs was resting over his, his thumb rubbing small circles into the skin at your hip. You and Tom were a pretty laid-back couple, so you often found yourselves in this position; cuddled up next to each other while watching something all evening.

The episode that was playing was the one where Rosa came out as bisexual. You loved all of the representation on the show, especially because there wasn't always a whole lot of good representation in the media. As a bisexual woman, it was awesome to see a strong woman like Rosa on a great show. You still hadn't come out to Tom; you'd only been dating for a few months, and coming out to a partner could be a big deal. You didn't think he'd react in a negative way, you were just nervous. However, seeing the way Rosa did it so confidently gave you confidence.

Your fingers twisted into the fabric of Tom's shirt, and you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you fiddled around nervously. Without a warning, you pressed a hand into Tom's chest for leverage to reach over him to grab the remote, causing him to let out a grunt. You paused the show, sitting up in bed and pulling your sleeves over your hands. Tom watched you in silence for a few moments, taking in your state, before speaking up, "What's wrong, baby?"

You sucked in a deep breath, staring at the blanket in your lap, not wanting to meet Tom's gaze. "I have something to tell you, Tom," you mumbled softly.

Tom sat up in concern, leaning in towards you and reaching out to rest his hand against your knee. "You can tell me anything, sweetheart, you know that." His voice was filled with genuine worry and concern.

Your eyes flicked up to his, and it was all you could do to quickly breathe the words out, "I'm bisexual, Tom." It was quiet for a few moments as Tom nodded, processing the information. You knew he was just thinking of the right thing to say, but you still felt nervous with the quiet, so you started rambling, "I'm sorry, I hope that doesn't weird you out, and I'm sorry I haven't told you yet, I'm just nervous about it, you can ask me anything you want, and I just- I don't want you to think differently of me and-"

Tom cut you off then, lifting both of his hands to hold your face in his palms gently. He was looking at you intently, his soft eyes searching yours. Something about the way he was looking at you made you relax a little, and you took in a deep breath. His voice was nothing more than a whisper when he spoke, "That would never make me think differently of you, my love. I love you the way you are. Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me."

You could feel all of the extra tension leave your body at Tom's comment and you nodded, keeping your gaze locked with his. The pad of his thumb rubbed back and forth against your cheek as you took another deep breath. "I've been wanting to tell you, just didn't really know how, I guess," you mumbled as you tipped your head forward to rest your forehead against his. Your hands slid around Tom's neck and tangled into the soft curls at the nape of his neck, "Doesn't... doesn't change the way I feel about you, ya know? I like you and only you. Dunno if that's what you were wondering, but people have asked me that before, so... You can ask me anything."

He nodded as one of his hands dropped to your waist to pull you into his lap. Your legs hooked around his waist as you got comfortable in his lap, keeping your grip on his shoulders. His hands squeezed your hips gently before sliding around you for a tight hug. Dipping his head down, he pressed his face into your neck to keep you close, leaving a few kisses there. "Have you ever dated a girl?" he asked into the crook of your neck, his breath tickling your skin.

Your head shook from side to side as your fingers twirled into his curls. "Not really," you explained, "I've been on a few dates, but nothing too serious."

He hummed softly as he listened, his hand sliding up and down your spine. You knew he was doing what he could to keep you relaxed. "How long have you, like, known?" he asked, stumbling a little as he tried to word the question right.

Letting out a laugh, your shoulders lifted into a shrug, "Not a long time, I guess. I'm still not always sure. Sexuality is kind of confusing for me - I thought I was straight for a long time, and it was kinda hard to admit to myself that I liked girls, too."

"Is there- is there anything I can do to, like, support you?" he asked as he lifted his head up to look at you again. You could hear the sincerity in his question, and you practically cried right then and there. You'd never opened up quite like this to other partners, and it was nice that he cared so much.

Your fingers brushed through his hair, pushing a few locks of the soft brown hair out of the way, a happy sigh passing your lips, "You've been nothing but understanding, and that's honestly all I could ask for. I've had some exes just ask if me being bisexual meant that we could have a threesome with another girl." Your head shook and you cringed slightly at the thought. "Your response was the best one I've gotten, by far, and it's never been about me, really, ya know? So just- just thank you."

Tom smiled warmly, the crinkles by his eyes forming as he dipped back down, the tip of his nose brushing over your collarbone. It was silent for a few moments until he spoke up again, "Can I ask one more question?" You nodded quickly, humming in response. "What draws you to me, instead of, ya know, someone else?"

You laughed a little, your hands moving underneath Tom's jaw to lift his face back up so you were looking at each other again. "You're kidding, right?" you asked, and he shook his head slowly. "Tom, you are so genuine and kind and caring. Like I said, I've never really had a partner show interest or curiosity in my sexuality in a genuine way. You're hilarious, smart, and sweet. Not to mention," you paused, dropping your hands down and slipped them underneath his shirt, the palms of your hands sliding up the smooth skin of his stomach and chest, "you're so fucking attractive. You had me right away with the curls and the pretty brown eyes of yours, Tommy. There's so much about you to love, baby."

This made him grin, the crinkles by his eyes appearing, and you leaned down towards him as your fingers slid up into his hair. Letting out a soft hum, he leaned up a little so his lips met yours. He kissed you slowly as his fingertips dug into the skin of your hip. After a few moments, you pulled back, mumbling out an 'I love you' before your lips met his again. You couldn't help but laugh into his mouth as he mumbled it back against your lips, not wanting to break from the kiss.

When you finally pulled away to get in a deep breath, your fingers smoothed back a few of his curls away from his face. Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his forehead, your eyes fluttering shut. Tom's arms were still around your waist and his hands slid under your shirt, his warm palms resting against the small of your back. "Love you so much, Tom," you whispered with your lips still against his forehead, "can't thank you enough for what you do to support me."