He pushed open the door to the office, and as he walked inside, he saw the lamp on Tom's desk switched on, but that was the only light in the room as he shut the door behind him. He glanced around the familiar space, scanning for the man he'd come in search for, and when he landed on the three-seater couch, a slow smile spread across his lips.
Tom was stretched out along the leather cushions with one arm bent back behind his head and the other resting on top of the purple tie he'd worn this morning. His jacket was hanging on the coat rack just inside the door, and his ankles were crossed so that his black Italian leather shoes were propped on the arm of his couch.
Harry's heart warmed at the sight as he quietly crossed the hardwood to look down at Tom, and when he got there, he took a second to really drink in the sight of him. Tom's dark lashes that swept his cheekbones and the day's dark stubble accentuated those wonderful lips and chiseled jaw.
It wasn't that he ever forgot how attractive Tom was. But after months of living with the man, and seeing him on a daily basis, it was easy to get used to somebody…to become accustomed to their face.
He crouched until he was at eye level with the sleeping man, and then reached out and brushed a stray piece of hair from Tom's forehead. When Tom didn't stir, not even a little, Harry grinned and rose to place one hand on the arm of the couch where Tom's head was resting, and the other along the back of it. He then bent down to press a kiss to Tom's lips, and a low rumble came from him as he shifted on the couch, instinctively angling his body toward Harry. He slipped his tongue out to trace Tom's lower lip, and as the faint hint of scotch hit his taste buds, the arm that Tom had had bent up and behind his head came down and strong fingers were spearing into Harry's hair as Tom's eyes flashed open and he whispered, his mouth curving into a sensual smile.
"About time you got here. I was thinking we should go to dinner tonight."
He nipped Tom's lip before he raised his head.
"Okay…but just for the record, I'm right on time… You fell asleep."
Tom hummed,
"Hmm. I did, didn't I?"
Harry nodded and brought his hand down from the back of the couch to take Tom's chin between his thumb and forefinger,
"You did. Congratulations on the successful completion of your deal. But I think we should postpone dinner tonight. You're exhausted. You've been working too hard, Mr. Riddle."
Tom opened his mouth to protest, but Harry shook his head and placed a finger against his lips,
"Just say, 'You're right, Harry.'"
Tom's eyes flared at the order, but Harry was sure to hold his stare. Tom spoke,
"You're right, Harry…"
But then, quick as a whip, he sat up and took hold of Harry's wrist, tugging him in close so Harry had to brace his palm against the back of the couch again,
"Why don't you take me home and put me to bed instead?"
Harry brushed his mouth against Tom's and then straightened to his full height, holding his hand out. When Tom took it and stood, Harry said,
"I'm pretty sure the only thing you're going to be doing when we get into bed is sleeping."
Tom frowned, and Harry trailed his fingers down his cheek and smiled,
"I like how put out you seem by that notion. But really, let's just go home. You can get a good night's sleep, and tomorrow we'll go out to dinner and celebrate the right way."
Tom placed his palm on Harry's chest and asked,
"Are you sure you don't mind?"
Harry nodded,
"I'm sure… Plus, it's been a while since I've spent an entire night with you. Call me selfish, but I want you functioning at full capacity when…you know."
The light that sparked to life in Tom's eyes was full of devilry as he smoothed his palm down the front of Harry's t-shirt to the hem and asked,
"When…what?"
Harry's focus shifted to the tip of Tom's tongue as it flirted with his top lip, and when Tom's fingers grazed against the bare skin of his abs, Harry took in a shaky breath before reaching down to halt Tom's hand,
"When I finally have your full attention."
Tom leaned in so his cheek was resting against Harry's and whispered in his ear,
"You have it now."
"Stop it."
Harry chuckled and turned to look Tom in the eye,
"There's a conference room full of clients three doors down from us, and you need a full night's sleep. So, quit teasing me."
Tom licked his lips
"But it's so much fun… And it's been so long since I had the time to follow through in a way we'll both remember."
It really had been, and Harry was enjoying this teasing side resurfacing from Tom as the burden of the past months melted away, but…
"One more night won't kill you."
"It might."
Harry took Tom's hand in his and shook his head,
"It won't. Now grab your things. The quicker you sleep tonight off, the quicker you can take me out to…"
Tom suggested,
"Officina?"
They'd been talking about Officina with Tonks the last time they'd been over at her and Stan's for dinner. The both of them had raved about a dessert there that was, according to them, to die for.
"That Italian place?"
Tom stopped by the coat rack to put his jacket on, and then he picked up his briefcase and said,
"Yes. That's the one."
"But that place is booked solid, from what Tonks said."
"It is, but I have connections… So how about it?"
Tom asked, reaching for Harry's shirt and walking forward until he could kiss him lightly on the lips. When Tom pulled away, Harry made a grab for him, but Tom smirked,
"Sorry, that's all you get for now. Don't want to be accused of teasing you."
Harry's eyes narrowed on Tom's sinfully handsome face,
"Not fair."
Tom chuckled and opened the door, and as he walked out with Harry following behind, he called over his shoulder,
"I've never been fair…"
Harry couldn't keep the ridiculous grin off his face. It was so inherently Tom, and it wasn't until right then that he realized how starved he'd been for his company, and tomorrow night he was going to be sure to let him know.
