Author's Note: Ahhh! So great to have my internet back up. Please R&R. Lots of smiles and hugs.
"I might drink a couple of more swallows of that champagne if I were you." I murmured haughtily as Tommy grinned before raising a brow up at me in an expression that can only be described of as sassy. Yeah, you can just see that now can't you? Tom Quincy sassy? Ha! Alright, I'm done making fun of my vivid imagination now.
"That must be some question you have in mind, Harrison." Tom replied stoically as I shrugged before placing a hand against his chest—not to distract him but because I really wanted him to know how serious I was about this—how absolutely certain about the step I was taking.
"Who are you?" I finally asked as Tommy's face fell in a look of pure surprise. It wasn't what he was expecting I could tell, but then again why would it be? Did he expect me to ask him if he loved me, maybe if he wanted me? Because I had outgrown that petty need to know the answer to those questions a long time ago. No, I wanted more than that now. I wanted deep, soulful answers that touched on more than just 'do you have a crush on me, Quincy.' Tom laughed.
"What do you mean, who am I?" Tom asked as he stood up and pushed away from the bed—moving toward the wall of the bungalow slowly with a distance that baffled me. It was just a question, right? I stood up too.
"It's not that difficult, Tom. I want to know the man behind the mystique—that exterior you have a tendency to show the world. I'm sick of arrogance—of soulful loneliness and absent remarks. I want to know the Tom Quincy. If that's even your real name. You told me once that it wasn't. Do you remember that?" I asked slowly as he shook his head gradually before moving across the room and pushing his bare arms against the wall in a gesture that designated unease. It couldn't be that difficult for him could it?
"Sometimes the past is better left buried." Tom finally replied as he turned toward me with wide, darkened eyes. Light from a nearby flickering lantern played across his face as he approached me—intent I think on making me forget my intentions, but I wasn't having it. He had promised to answer one question. I was very adamant about keeping oaths.
"Oh no you don't!" I exclaimed as I backed away from him toward the open bathroom door behind me. He was not using male oriented intimidation. Hell no. He smiled slowly as I kept backing away before stopping suddenly once I reached the entrance of the restroom. That smile bothered me—made my stomach churn slightly in anger because he knew that he was getting to me and that irked me. I narrowed my eyes.
"Ah, but you also know what happens to things that stay buried too long? The remains get eat away at until there's nothing left but dust. That's just sad, Quincy." I replied as his smile slipped away before advancing again. I stepped into the bathroom and slammed the door shut in his face before turning the lock. Hell, yeah! There was at least one way to get away in this place. Tom didn't even say anything—didn't bang on the door or jiggle the knob. My breathing deepened as I placed my ear up against the door. What was he up to? Dear god! I jumped as his voice suddenly emanated through the wood.
"Should I get a piece of rope and tie myself to a chair before we begin sudden confessions?" Tom asked as I placed a hand against the door and laughed—shaking my head at the vision.
"Are we going to have a Matthew McConaughey and Jessica Parker "Failure to Launch' moment' Quincy? I'm touched." I replied steadfastly as he leaned against the other side of the door opposite me.
"That depends entirely on if we have sex or not, Harrison. Remember, in that movie, they managed to make it to that base before the whole tie him up in the chair incident." Tom stated as I slapped the door playfully—listening with a smile as he jumped away from it. Geez! He had such a way with words. I lay down on my back on the floor and stared out under the crack of the door at the reflection of Tom's bare feet in the glass bottomed floor. He stood there a minute before suddenly laying down next to me on the other side. He must have seen the reflection of my face. I swear he even chuckled.
"Fine, Harrison, as long as you answer a question for me." He remarked as a grape suddenly appeared under the door—a piece of fruit from the fruit tray that had been displayed near the bottle of champagne.
"Grape?" He asked quickly as I laughed before taking it gingerly and popping it into my mouth. Hmm….what kind of question could he possibly want to ask me? Alright, so I was intrigued now.
"Ask."