Disclaimer: Yay! disclaiming is fun! Its not really fun, but it is now disclaimed.
Hamilton was completely ecstatic. She liked it. She actually liked it. She probably knew that he didn't really get it for her because earlier that day he had told her Amy pretty much did… everything. But he was still happy.
Dinner was ready at about three thirty so they had planned to have a dessert at about real dinnertime. Hamilton watched as she delicately put each piece of ravioli on the fork and placed it in her mouth. He watched as she took exactly ten seconds to chew before taking another piece of pasta in her mouth.
He looked down at himself and felt disgusted. He was barely using a fork. There was a thick layer of sauce covering his mouth, large drops of it covering his now filthy, blue t-shirt and he had a large piece of ravioli on his lap that fell off his fork.
He grabbed his napkin and started to clean his face, shirt, and pants. Sinead must have noticed his urgency because she looked up at him with a confused face and asked, "Hamilton, are you alright?"
"Yeah, I guess," he said, "its just, you are so clean and I eat like a pig".
"No, you eat like a bear".
"That's not exactly reassuring, you know".
She laughed at him, "No, what I meant was, you're a Tomas, a bear, you were born to be like that it's in your blood".
He looked up to her and smiled. He had never thought of it like that. At every dinner party Amy had ever set up, he had always thought of himself as a pig, eating everything in sight. But he must have been paying so much attention to the way he ate he had never even noticed his sisters eating, or the way his mom and dad ate.
"But you still eat like a pig", she added as an after thought. He shot her a fake glare and stuck out his tongue like a child. They both laughed and continued on with dinner.
Sinead watched from the corner of her eye as Hamilton continued. After what she had told him, he had apparently felt free to eat as he was use to and started to stuff food down his throat like this would be his last meal.
Sauce had once again accumulated itself onto his face and created his very own red beard. She giggled a bit unable to stop her self and he looked up.
"What is it? Is there something on my face?"
She giggled again and ran to the bathroom for a mirror. When she had come out he was already continuing to eat and had now grown a sauce mustache as well. She moved in front of him and held up the mirror.
He looked at it for a second, but when she thought he would wipe it off, he had actually smiled and winked at himself in the mirror. "You know", he said, "ladies today dig the facial hair".
"Of course", she agreed sarcastically, "especially when it's made out of their dinner".
She wouldn't admit it, but he did look really cute with his face covered in sauce. He looked like a little kid as well as a hunky football player. It was really confusing.
She walked over to the sink and wet a napkin to clean his face. When she went back over to him, she didn't know if it was on purpose or accident, but he now had sauce sideburns.
She started to clean his face, getting rid of the sideburns, mustache, and beard. Then she moved down to his shirt.
On his shirt there were so many splotches of red that someone could have sworn his shirt was polka dot. She made him stand up and lift his arms up as she started from his collarbone down. After a few minutes she had realized that just rinsing the shirt wouldn't work and she would have to throw it in the washing machine.
"Take off your shirt", she said in a steady voice.
If he were drinking something at the time, he would have done a spit tank. "What?" he asked, sounding a bit scared of the answer.
She rolled her eyes at his perverted mind. "I said take off your shirt. I need to throw it in the wash".
He smiled sheepishly, "Oh".
He took off his shirt to reveal his toned abs… covered in sauce.
"How did you get sauce 'under' your shirt?" she asked. She started to wonder if all Tomas's ate as feverishly as him. He just shrugged and tossed the shirt to her. He started to make his way to the bedroom before she grabbed his shoulder and turned him around.
"Nope. You are not going into the bedroom covered in sauce". He groaned, but reluctantly lifted his arms up as she went to get another paper towel.
She once again started at his collarbone and wiped downward. When the towel started on his stomach he slapped her hand away in one swift motion. She looked up to see what was wrong, but he was standing in the same position as before, with the same blank expression. She rubbed the towel over his stomach again and watched as he once again swatted it away and gripped his stomach.
"Damn! Stop that, it tickles!"
A small smile spread across her face and she lightly started to rub his stomach with the towel. He started to laugh really hard, till he started to gasp for air. He grabbed her and picked her off the ground. She gasped in surprise and he threw her over his shoulder.
She started to kick and pound on his back, "Let me go! You big oaf!" he just gave a small laugh still panting from before. He walked into the bedroom and threw her onto her bed. She once again gasped in surprise as he all of a sudden started to tickle her secretly ticklish stomach.
"Ah …I'm …sorry …Hamilton …please …stop …it hurts …I'm …sorry", he abruptly stopped leaving her panting on the bed. He started to walk back to the kitchen, but she refused to let him win. She pulled him back so fast he tripped over himself and fell back onto the bed. Sinead swiftly ripped open one of the spare pillows. Sinead smiled at the thought that Amy was kind enough to place feather-fluffed pillows in the bunker and pored the contents onto Hamilton's stomach.
He started to laugh uncontrollably until he grabbed a fist full of them and threw them at Sinead until she had started to laugh. They had an all out feather fight for almost an hour as they both fell panting on her bed.
"I think… I won", Hamilton said over the silence.
"I'm fairly certain you don't think at all", Sinead retorted, smiling anyway. She turned her body to face his, just as he decided to face her.
Both turned, their noses less than an inch away from the other. An odd silence had overcome them and both refused to speak.
Sinead stared blankly into his eyes, memorizing every shade of blue possible. His warm breath on her face sent small waves of shivers down her spine. His body seemed to radiate heat, keeping even he sockless toes warm.
Sinead had remembered this feeling only once before, and that was earlier today… when they almost kissed. Her face flushed as she forced herself up from the comfortable position, immediately regretting it after the warmth of his body disappeared.
"So, what do you want for dessert?" she asked covering up the now awkward silence.
"Don't know. Lets go look in the freezer".
She got up and followed him out the door.
The awkward silence seemed to follow them into the kitchen, even after they started eating their ice cream.
Sinead got two scoops of chocolate with a thin layer of rainbow sprinkles and chocolate sauce. Hamilton on the other hand, had three scoops of each vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, cookies and cream, and mint. He doused them all in a thick layer of chocolate and strawberry sauce and put so many sprinkles on it you couldn't tell what one flavor was.
She looked up at him and smiled. Another ice cream mustache and beard covered him.
She thought back to earlier. Both times when she felt so strange. The first time she felt so confused, she knew she was going to kiss him. That much was obvious, but the second time when they were laying on the bed, she stopped herself from leaning in again and forced herself up. That's what confused her.
She had to force herself to not kiss him.
Sinead grabbed the dragon pendant, which now hung from her neck, tightly. Hamilton had been so kind to her from the moment they found out they were stuck here, till this moment, and she can't even decide if she likes him or hates him. He set up an entire day around her, just because she forgave him for something he did years ago. He even gave her the most gorgeous necklace she had ever seen.
She thought back to his sauce beard and how he looked so cute. How when she first saw him bare chested, she didn't stop thinking about it till he said goodnight. She even thought about when he had caught her in the kitchen the first night, to keep her from falling into the pile of water that accumulated on the floor. He had grabbed her around the waist and she could feel his muscles pulsing in his arms. How he was so strong and she had felt so comfortable just standing in his arms.
She looked up once more to the scene in front of her. Hamilton was stuffing down his last scoop of ice cream. His face was covered in ice cream and rainbow sprinkles. He looked so silly yet so cute at the same time, she didn't know it was possible. She smiled at him barely registering what was around her. When she snapped out of her small little trace she realized something she thought was impossible.
She realized that she was in love with Hamilton.
A/N: Was the ending too cheesy? I hope not. :D