Disclaimer: If I owned Desperate Housewives, Edie never would have died :)

Without you

a story by oc-lover-6

"Thanks for coming. Hope you're back soon."

Tom watched as the last person walked out the door and locked it behind him. He sighed contently and smiled. It was a surreal feeling that that night had happened. He successfully completed the first night of his restaurant. He was finally seeing his dream. It felt great.

He turned around and saw Lynette sitting down at one of the tables, in one of the many mis-matched chairs. He felt stupid for overreacting earlier, he had just wanted everything to be perfect. And quite honestly, it was. Chairs aside, the night was exactly how he had envisioned and more. Susan and Ian's proposal was something he knew he would remember for years to come.

"Hey," Lynette said as she looked up.

"Hi," Tom responded and sat down in a chair beside her. He looked into her eyes and could tell that she wasn't angry with him. He had apoligized earlier, in a way, for his behaviour during his speech. But he knew he should apologize directly anyways.

"So," Tom said after a minute. "About earlier..."

"I know," she whispered.

"I am sorry. I overreacted. I didn't mean to snap." Lynette smiled half-heartedly, showing that she understood. She lifted her feet off the floor and placed them on Tom's lap. He began to massage them without even thinking about it. "And besides, what you did was great. I mean, you got all these chairs together so quickly. I never could have pulled something off like that." He squeezed her right foot. "You're amazing."

"Yeah, well I felt bad. I know how badly you wanted this night to go smoothly. After seeing you lose sleep over bread, I knew you were going to get upset over chairs. I did all I could do to fix it."

"You fixed it alright. God, honey, do you even know how much you've done to help? You've been here every step of the way, and without you none of this would have even been possible."

"I don't know about that. You've got a really great thing going here. You could have pulled this off without my help."

"No, I really couldn't have. Without you, I never would have even thought of opening this place. You're the one who told me to figure out what I wanted to do, and then you were patient while I figured it out. And once I thought of this place, and you weren't sure about it, you were still there. You don't know how much that means to me."

"Yes, I do," Lynette contradicted. She scooted her chair closer to his, so she could lean her head on his shoulder. "Tonight was really great."

Tom rubbed her knee affectionately and added, "It was so great." He looked around the restaurant. "I have a really good feeling about this place."

"So do I," Lynette added. "I can see us being really happy here. I meant what I said when you hired me as the manager. I want to spend every day with you, working on something that's all ours."

Tom smiled at her and whispered, "We will. And it's going to be incredible."

Lynette murmured a, "mhmm," and shifted herself out of her chair so she could sit on his lap. He pulled her close to him, rubbing her arms gently up and down. He felt her immediately relax in his embrace.

"Also, it's really sexy to see you work on something that you're so passionate about."

"Oh yeah?" Tom asked, "Well -"

But he didn't have time to respond as Lynette turned her head to kiss his lips. Tom raised his eyebrows, a little taken back by her actions. But he didn't complain. He began kissing her back and his hands found their place on her hips. Lynette repositioned herself so that each of her legs were on either side of his chair. She pulled back from the kiss momentarily to look at him. They spoke with their eyes a conversation that couldn't be put into words: she forgave him, he forgave her. She wanted him. He wanted her.

Lynette looked down at his lips and resumed kissing him. Her hands cupped his face as she placed soft kisses on his lips. Lynette felt Tom's hands move from her hips to the small of her back and she felt a twinge of excitement as he touched a more sensitive spot. Lynette bit his bottom lip playfully before kissing him, this time more passionately. Their tongues intertwined and danced with one another in a passionate kiss. They both moaned quietly into each other's mouths.

Lynette's mouth worked its way from his lips to his cheek and down to his neck. She placed wet kisses on every inch of his neck and he ran his fingers smoothy through her hair, enjoying the feeling of her kisses. Lynette's hands caressed his chest and she slowly worked her way back up to kiss his lips once more. They met in a heated kiss, both of them anticipating what was to come. The kiss was rushed and quick, neither of them caring if it was a little sloppy.

Tom reached up her back to undo the apron strings of the apron she was wearing. Lynette mimicked his actions, removing his apron as well. When they were both successfully removed, Tom's fingers began to fiddle with the buttons on her blouse.

"Hmm, do you think we should head home Mr. Scavo?"

"I don't know, Mrs. Scavo. What do you think?"

Lynette smiled thoughtfully, "Well," she began with her open hands resting on his chest. "I think that since we had one successful opening here, there could always be room for another."

"Okay, I'll just have to ask the manager if that's okay."

Lynette laughed loudly and then began to work the buttons his shirt. "She thinks it's a great idea."

"Hmm, glad to hear that."

"Mhmm," Lynette responded before kissing him once more.

Okay, so the idea I had in my head was much better. And I'm sure if it wasn't so late, I could have written this better. But that aside, let me know what you thought.