Mine
[In which dear Will finally cracks or decides to stop being a douche and admit his feelings.]
No matter what he might say, or how he might act, let it not be said that William Herondale did not, in fact, love Theresa Gray. She just didn't understand his methods. It'd taken him years to build up his defenses, and for the most part he'd succeeded in keeping everyone at a distance. That is, until she showed up. With just one disarming smile—doesn't even know she's doing it!—he's reduced to a pathetic pile of goo the likes of which he has ridiculed in countless soppy romances. But I digress. He's in love. With her. Fluttering butterfly-feelings in all.
And now, skulking through the alleyways like some no-good hoodlum, he follows her. Lately she's been on the receiving end of numerous—questionable—looks from—as Jessamine so kindly put it—'eligible, upstanding gentlemen', and he, quite frankly, means to put a stop to such nonsense. Could they not see? She was his. And he would not tolerate such blatant attempts of wooing.
Shoulders back, fists clenching, he stomped his way over to the unsuspecting—pathetic, downright weaselly—ape of a man who dared lay a finger on his Tessa. Oh dear. He grabbed her hand. Her hand.
"—ss Gray, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, and if I may be so bold, I would be honored if—"
But he never got to finish why he'd besohonored, for William, in all his righteous, possibly-petty, jealous fury—reeled back his arm and clocked him straight across the nose with a satisfying crack! Needless to say, the poor fellow crumpled to the cobbled street, broken and bloody, and Will never felt better. Preening in the face of his victory he was interrupted by a touch on his shoulder.
There she stood; an unfathomable look painted her face, and for a moment he wondered if maybe he had made a mistake. Tessa grasped his arm with a strength he wasn't aware she possessed, and ever so delicately pulled him closer—until they were nose-to-nose—and whispered, "It's about time."
It took him a brief second to realize this was his chance, and with less time than it took to blink, crushed his lips to hers.
She was his, and he was hers.
Seeing as how this is my first post in years, I would appreciate some feedback. What did you all think: Good, Bad, Needs some work? And who agrees that Miss Claire should give us some Tessiam in the next book! It's what we deserve, damnit!
I'm compiling a series of drabbles and one shots dedicated solely to our dashing Will and Tessa. Keep on the look-out!
*Also, I apologize if the format is jumbled or oddly spaced, it's been awhile since I've uploaded anything (a few years, I think), so if so, please bear with me.