Author's Note: This was for that 15minuteficlet challenge on lj. The word was 'interrupted', and… I don't know what else to say. Here's a little something for all you fellow. Sawyer-Harker shippers out there.
With a flurry of black skirt and with her auburn hair falling over her shoulder, she turned from the now-locked door to the young man she had basically grabbed from out in the corridor beyond her room. Leaving the key in the hole, she murmured, "I hate being interrupted."
Tom Sawyer cocked his head, furrowing his brow with a slight frown as he said, "Are you all right?"
"I will be shortly," she confirmed, moving towards him. Instinctively, he moved back, nearly colliding with the foot of her bed. He just about fell onto it as she halted before him.
"I don't want to hurt you… your suspicions about my intentions are no doubt wrong." She smiled very slightly, and he watched her, relaxing a little at the way she moved and the light in her eyes. She was not hungry… at least not in the conventional sense, it seemed. "Please… calm down."
"Sorry," he apologised sheepishly. "Force of habit."
One hand lifted to touch his cheek, and he looked into her eyes. Their gazes locked for a moment as her fingers traced the lines of his face, before she leaned into him, and claimed his lips in a kiss; starting slow and light, it quickly deepened and became more forceful, but bearably so. He returned it, having no idea what to do with his hands, and feeling somewhat awkward for a short while.
Her hand had fallen from his face to land on his chest, slightly visible from his marginally unbuttoned shirt. Her fingertips played over the skin underneath, and one of his hands came up to touch to her face, working back and through her long, silken hair. She moaned very softly into him, and gave him a very soft push backwards; a hint. He took it, and lowered to the bed, with Mina Harker coming to lean over him. Her hair fell into disarray, like a curtain, and Tom rolled her over onto her back. She allowed him the movement, and kissed him deeper, her fingers venturing below his shirt, loosing one of his buttons from the fastening.
His Colts fell to the floor without him really noticing, even as one of his shoulders came free of the shirt. They broke the kiss for a moment, the contact between them still lingering as she unfastened the last button of his shirt.
"It's almost seven…" he more or less whispered to her absent-mindedly.
"I told you I'm not hungry," she returned quietly with a smile. "They won't miss us."
Tom hoped she was right… for the two of them to miss dinner on the same day was practically unheard of, but as his shirt and waistcoat fell from his torso, he found himself unable to care, even as she pulled his head down to hers again, and kissed him once more. Leaning into her ever so slightly, he felt her hands lower to his pants, and pulled in a breath.
Either he'd gone insane… or this was the best dream he'd ever had.
Of course, the fact that this could really be happening didn't seem to register with him, as one of his hands moved from bracing himself to grace over her soft cheek again. Her hands were slightly cool against his skin, but he refrained from registering his shock at the fact with movement lest he startle her or give her the wrong idea.
So Tom simply leaned over her, even as they broke the kiss again, and he watched her beautiful face, breathing slightly rushed from the depth of the kisses they had shared so far. Swallowing dryly all of a sudden, he felt her hands against him again, and closed his eyes.
As he leaned his head down slightly, hair tumbling into further disorder, Tom found himself hoping beyond hope that this was real… and not just a dream.