Of Course I Don't Mind
"Hey," Tom whispered to Sybil as he came up behind her and snaked his arms around her waist, resting them on her stomach. She was washing the dishes after the meal that Tom had cooked for her. She hadn't changed. She'd kicked her shoes off, but was still wearing her nurses' uniform, a dark blue knee-length dress with a pair of tights and a thin black cardigan over the top, which only came into play in the colder months of the year. Tom nuzzled into her neck, causing her to tilt her head to the side, allowing Tom to kiss her neck softly.
"Tom," Sybil said quietly, but trailed off when he placed a kiss at the back of her jaw, just under her ear.
"Yes, love?" he whispered innocently. He pulled her hair out of the way and continued to place kisses across her neck.
"Tom, I'm doing the dishes," she protested.
"So leave them 'til later," he answered, giving a simple solution to her problem.
"If they're not done now, they'll never get done, and you know that," Sybil said, insisting further.
"Alright," Tom said softly, still not making any indication of moving away from her body, his lips still dancing across her soft skin.
"Tom," Sybil said, slightly more firmly. He sighed lightly, his breath against her neck sending a shiver coursing down her spine. He lifted his head and began to walk away, allowing his hands to stay against her waist for as long as possible before dragging them away and leaving her to do the dishes.
As soon as everything was washed, dried and put away, Sybil wandered into the front room where Tom was sat on the sofa watching telly. She sat herself next to him without much grace and wriggled to be nearer to him. He enveloped her in his arms and ran his fingers aimlessly over her stomach and hips, up her sides and down her thighs. "Tom," Sybil said quietly, just wanting to relax. A stressful week at work had left her doing not much other than sleeping in her free time.
"Mmm," he replied, nuzzling her hair and placing soft kisses on her head as he did so, his fingers still moving softly on her body.
"Where are you planning on going with this?"
"With what?" he asked softly.
"You're being…" Sybil paused to find the right word. "Coquettish."
"Really?" Tom said, his voice low, his accent thick and his tone of voice putting on an act of ignorance.
"Tom, I love you," Sybil said calmly. "But I'm too tired for this." She sat up to face him and said, "Do you mind if we don't tonight?"
"No, of course I don't mind, love," Tom said, his voice still a little husky. He brought his hand to her face and rubbed the back of his finger over her cheek. She leant towards him and kissed his lips gently. She then resumed her position, leaning against him, and his arm came around her shoulders, rubbing her arm through her cardigan as a sign of affection.
The two of them stayed together for the rest of the evening, just sitting together. Chatting every now and then. Sometimes changing the channel when a programme they didn't care for came on. Until Sybil fell asleep, her weight on Tom's upper body with her legs drawn up beneath her, trying to keep in as much warmth as possible. Tom smiled when he realised that she was asleep. He kissed through her hair and turned the volume on the telly down, so that any sudden noise from the programme wouldn't wake her. It wasn't long before he too was asleep, holding her in his arms.
Happy Birthday, Piper! I hope this lived up to your expectations and I hope your day has been/will be fabulous!