When You Sleep
Tasha watches Tommy sleep. Tommy/Tasha fluff, friendship fic (Somewhat)
Tasha counts every freckle on Tommy's back.
1,543 freckles.
She catalogued the brand of underwear Tommy proudly wears.
Gildean, black, size XL, premium cotton blend that clings to his physique.
Her fingers itch to trace each scar, battle-wound, bruise and knife mark but hesitates. She's way out of her element and she didn't want to complicate things further.
It had been two weeks since Tasha and Tommy came to this…arrangement, her sleeping in Tommy's bed to keep Tommy calm through those lonely nights. So far it's been working smoothly; Tasha even brings along her toothbrush and a change of clothes for the night so she won't leave with terrible morning breath and crumpled clothing. Appearance is everything, after all.
But she can't help how close she is, how vulnerable Tommy is, how the setting and location is the mood for squeaking mattresses and sweating bodies and yet they're in each other's arms like lovers.
The irony of it all.
"Stop staring at my back, woman. I feel your eyes digging into my spine like a motherfucker." Tommy's sleepy voice grumbles.
Tasha bites back a laugh.
"Sorry. Just thinking."