Softened Leather

By: TheSilverHyena

Warning:: Contains a bit of breeding kink, mentions of murder, tickling, and just a lot of fluff.

.:So this is just a little drabble I came up with recently, taking place somewhere between chapters 15-17 of Just Misunderstood. It makes a bit more sense if you're familiar with that story but it's also a cute stand-alone fic.:.

In the soft, silver light of the moon shining through the upstairs bedroom window, Thomas admired the small female form standing in front of him. He'd been so proud of himself, finding such a treasure among their latest victims' things before his Uncle Hoyt did, (and do God only knows what with it.) Something so delicate and beautiful belonged only one place; upon his Pretty Blake.

The girl was struggling to hide her reddened cheeks, looking down at the white silk lingerie nightgown Thomas had given to her. It left little to the imagination, what with the thin little straps on the shoulders and a hem that barely reached her thigh. Delicate and intricate lace adorned the bust and hem. The luxurious material emphasized the slightest little bump on her belly, something the titan-sized man before her seemed to notice. Struggling not to think too hard about whatever poor soul had owned it first, Blake smiled up at Thomas, her cheeks still burning as the chains locked around her wrists rattled slightly. After all, it was the thought that counted. Right?

"T-thank you, my sweet giant. I-it's beautiful."

Grunting softly, Thomas' broad shoulders visibly relaxed. He hadn't realized just how tense he'd been up until that point. Giving gifts wasn't exactly something the beast of a man was proficient in. Yet his Pretty Blake had given him more than she could ever fully realize. Now he had a chance to give her something in return as any good husband would.

'Pretty Blake always kind, always gentle,' rasped Thomas' gravely voice in the psychic's mind.

The massive brute had already kicked off his work boots some time ago and now his loose, black tie was sent to join them in whatever shadowy corner of the room they landed in. When he began unbuttoning his shirt, Blake couldn't help but feel a little knot of nervousness in her stomach as her heart beat fluttered. Swallowing a slight lump in her throat, the psychic's mismatched eyes never left Thomas.

Slowly and carefully Thomas knelt down, his sheer bulk still dwarfing Blake. Large hands cupped the girl's supple cheeks as he smiled beneath his mask. He nuzzled against her, almost purring while kissing her belly. Blake was carrying his child in there. Such a precious little thing. He couldn't wait to see her belly swell as the life within her grew stronger. His weathered hands slowly slid down, enjoying the feeling of the silken nightgown he'd gifted to her, eventually stopping to rest on her hips. Thomas continued to cuddle against the girl, holding her and grunting softly.

'Love my pretty Blake,'

Already Blake could feel herself relaxing into Thomas' affections. Those same hands that she'd seen hack flesh from bone without breaking a sweat were so gentle with her. While capable of great indifference and more often then not brutal malice, he was also capable of compassion and love. Perhaps she was meant to belong to Thomas Hewitt... meant to cultivate this side of him.

Trying not to get her bindings tangled up in his mane of long, dark, locks, Blake began to comb her fingers through the brute's hair, causing him to groan happily. Gently, she began to undo the leather ties holding Thomas' mask. The giant made no attempt to stop her from doing so, he knew that he could trust her. She was different then all the others.

"Now t-there's my sweet giant," Blake whispered softly, letting the lump of human skin just fall to the wooden floor.

She never liked that Thomas had taken to hiding behind the faces of those he slaughtered. The faces carved off the bodies of those "handsome" men... those were all fake. It didn't matter to her that his lips and mouth were covered in scars. Nor that his nose was missing, leaving a rather startling opening to his nasal cavity. In all honesty, Blake preferred the man she was looking at right now, imperfections and all.

'Like that name. Always Pretty Blake's sweet giant,' rumbled Thomas' voice in her mind.

Before the girl could fully comprehend what was going on, Thomas stood up to his full height and Blake suddenly found herself in his arms. Her head leaned against his shoulder and she could feel the rhythmic beating of his heart beneath her hand. The chain clinked and dragged along the floor behind them as Thomas made his way to the bed in just two strides. Groaning contently, the beast of a man made himself comfortable, resting upright against the headboard with his much smaller wife snuggled up against him. The springs of the old mattress protested beneath his weight while he stretched his legs with a soft huff. Leaning down, he kissed the top of Blake's head, taking in her familiar scent. Thomas began to gently caress her once more, one hand stroking her delicate neck while the other rested over her silk-covered belly.

Over the course of her captivity, Blake was finding it easier to not only enjoy the affection Thomas gave to her but to return it as well. The first few weeks it was simply a survival tactic, now it was something the psychic genuinely wanted to do. She settled in, lightly stroking the titan's bare pectorals as she took in the familiar scent of iron and leather. While Thomas may not have been chiseled like a Greek God there was no denying the powerful muscles lurking beneath the layer of fat on his body. It was actually one of the qualities that Blake found endearing about him. He was quite soft and easy to cuddle into, like a giant teddy bear (at least when he wasn't manhandling you or rending you limb from limb with his trusty chainsaw.)

Blake found herself getting lost in her swirling thoughts when a brush of Thomas' rough but gentle fingers caused her to twitch and stifle a laugh, "Tommy... w-what are you-?"

Before she could finish, Thomas lightly stroked that spot on her neck again, causing her to scrunch up and curl harder into his shoulder while fighting to suppress her laughs. Possessively, he rubbed her belly, finding delight in the way Blake squirmed involuntarily and giggled when his fingers slid down her sides and lightly prodded beneath her ribs.

"T-that tickles!" pleaded the psychic, mismatched eyes blinking up to her captor.

In the silver moonlight, Blake could make out the subtle smile and playful glint of mischief in the giant man's eyes. He was well aware of what he was doing to her.

'Want to hear Pretty Blake laugh.' grunted his mind's voice.

"W-well... I -hehe!- c-can't f-fault you f-for -aha!- your honesty..." Blake giggled, her words beginning to turn rather garbled and difficult to understand.

She didn't resist, actually enjoying this rare moment of Thomas' playfulness. It was everything she'd been working to instill in him; love, compassion, kindness, gentleness. Perhaps even forgiveness. The massive brute knew where she was most vulnerable, using that knowledge not to bring harm but an intimate moment of enjoyment. Even once he'd stopped, Thomas couldn't help but grunt in satisfaction as Blake continued to giggle softly, pressing further up against him. He felt the slightest tingling over his skin in all the same places he'd been tickling the girl, causing his heart to flutter a little. It felt pleasant enough, but the urge to buck and twitch was there.

Then a strange sensation jolted through Thomas like a shock wave, causing him to let out a surprised and strangled snort as he stared down at his Pretty Blake with wide eyes. Blake's head tilted a little in curiosity, gently stroking that spot beneath his ribs that she was barely able to reach. This time, Thomas couldn't help but buck in surprise and a gravely, huffing sound escaped his throat.

"Oh? Well look at you, Tommy," teased Blake as she sat up, offering a playful smile of her own, "Y-you're quite the ticklish one, aren't you?"

She didn't even have to listen to Thomas' thoughts. All Blake needed to do was run her small, clever little hands across the giant's midsection to get her answer. More of those heavy, gravely huffs came from Thomas' mouth, which she recognized as his laughter. (Something she'd only heard a handful of times.) All the while he writhed beneath her feather light touch. His eyes closed as he threw his head back against the headboard of the bed, grasping the sheets beneath him in large handfuls. Although for all his strength, he never made a move to stop the psychic.

So many times Thomas had been kicked, punched, and stabbed in the line of duty to protect and provide for his family. Yet it was her touch, his Pretty Blake's special touch that had him reduced to a helpless, squirming, laughing mess. That gentle, pleasurable sensation dancing across his skin; his belly, then under the ribs, and even beneath his arms proved to be quite sensitive. It wasn't long until Blake was giggling along with him, feeling those same sensations in tandem with Thomas, the bond and link between them growing stronger.

'Please...' Thomas begged, taking in a deep breath.

Blake paused, her hands resting on Thomas' belly. For a moment she became worried that she might have taken it too far. Yet Thomas' smile never faded, nor did that playful glint leave his chocolate brown eyes.

'Don't... don't stop.'

Hearing the shyness her sweet giant's thoughts nearly melted Blake's heart. He was so used to being hurt, enduring pain and suffering. While he enjoyed every moment spent in Blake's company, feeling her warmth next to him, there was something special about this. There was a layer of trust developing between them, bringing them closer together.

Blake reached over as far as she could, scrabbling her light little fingers on Thomas' other side, giggling when he bucked involuntarily once again.

"Do you like it here?" she questioned playfully, "Or how about here?"

Blake moved her hands up to Thomas' thick neck, ever so lightly tracing up the sides and behind his ears. (One of her weak spots to be fair, and apparently, one of Thomas'.)

"But I think you're most sensitive right here," Blake practically purred, shifting her attention back to the massive man's belly.

Thomas writhed and squirmed beneath the feather light caress, his breaths coming out in winded, short pants while Blake worked her magic on him. He had all but surrendered to her skillful touch.

Feeling her own tickling through his mind, the girl was now nearly as much of a helpless mess as he was, finally draping herself across his powerful chest out of fatigue. She laughed a few more times, gazing back up to Thomas' face. The gentle giant gazed down upon her with absolute adoration.

Finally calming down from their little play time, Blake cuddled up against him, her head resting on his shoulder. She placed her hand over her heart, then moved it over Thomas', feeling the powerful, steady beat beneath her palm. A deep rumble echoed in the behemoth's chest as he bent down, kissing the top of Blake's head before mimicking the gesture.

"D-did you... like that? H-how it made you feel?" Blake questioned, already feeling her cheeks burning a little.

Thomas grunted contently in confirmation, resting his chin on top of Blake's head as he held her close. How could it be that one so small had such power over him? How the violent kicks and punches of those he hunted never seemed to phase him yet Blake would have him begging for mercy with her feather light caress? She was different. Special. The one who carried his child within her belly. She was the one he loved. A gift from a grateful, doting mamma to her beloved and loyal son.

Blake knew there was still a long way to go. Tender moments like this could make it easy to forget just how dangerous and brutal of a man Thomas could be. Time wasn't a luxury she could afford. Soon enough, her belly would swell. She was scared, scared of giving birth in this house. Raising a child in this house! The chains shackled around her wrists were a constant reminder that Blake was a captive of this deranged backwoods family. Abducted. Kidnapped. Enslaved. Given to Thomas as a "gift" by Luda Mae. There was a part of her that felt guilty for loving Thomas. At first Blake tried to pass it off to herself as a case of Stockholm Syndrome, but that ship had sailed a while ago.

"I-I l-love you, T-Thomas..." Blake whispered, softly.

While Thomas was used by his family to commit great atrocities, he was still human. A human capable of love, gentleness, and compassion. He loved his wife with all his heart and soul. Already he loved the child his family only recently learned she carried in her womb. Thomas learned best by the examples laid out before him and Blake was determined to teach him a better way. A way of compassion, trust, and forgiveness. Creating life rather than taking it. She loved her sweet giant. And one does not give up on those they love.

'Love my Pretty Blake. Love my baby,' grunted Thomas, mentally, nuzzling into his wife.

He lovingly rubbed Blake's pregnant belly before drifting off into a blissful sleep. The girl lay awake just a little while longer, her lips turning up into a smile at the sound of Thomas' gentle snores.

"Sleep well, my sweet giant."

Author's Notes: I just felt like writing again and I loved this story so much. So, out came an illegibly adorable tickle/cuddle/fluff fic. I really enjoy writing Thomas Hewitt with Blake. And of course there's my personal theory that it's always the big, strong men that are the most ticklish. (I'm pretty sure that no one ever wanted to get close enough to the giant chainsaw-wielding hillbilly to find out if he was ticklish or not.) By this point in Just Misunderstood, Thomas is well aware that Blake is pregnant. (When I first started writing JM, I had no idea just how popular the headcannon of "Leatherface has a breeding kink" was.)

As per usual, I do not own TCM or any of it's characters. Blake McCormick however is mine.