I'm writing this fic as a series of one-shots. Each "chapter" will be a little one-shot from different universes. Some of them may be just a few hundred words and some may be a few thousand. Each little chapter is a one-shot in itself, so you don't need to read every chapter by any means. Pick and choose the ones that take your fancy. Read them out of order. If there's a little one-shot you'd like that would fit into this Pillow Talk series, send me a message and I'll see what I can do. I'm writing this for fun and to make people smile, so I'm open to any ideas. I hope you enjoy reading this, and if you can spare a moment, please review any of the chapter you read.
As Sybil crawled into bed after a long day at the hospital Tom pulled her close to him. She gently rested her head on Tom's shoulder and settled her arm over his chest.
"You've been quiet this evening, Syb. Is everything alright?" Tom asked softly.
"It's just been a long day. Nothing went wrong, but everything went so slowly," she replied, shuffling closer to her boyfriend.
"I love you, Sybil. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Sybil gently trailed her fingers over Tom's chest, feeling the soft cotton of his shirt beneath her fingers. She traced the words I love you over his chest and then leant up to kiss his cheek softly.
Tom shifted so that the two of them were lying on their sides, facing each other. He lightly kissed Sybil's lips and entwined her fingers with his.
As Sybil squeezed Tom's hand she said, "How was your day?"
"Quite normal," he said. "I finished that article I was writing about university tuition fees. I had lunch with Gwen and Marcus, as per. Oh, and Sophie flirted with me again."
"She's still trying?" Sybil asked, shocked. "She's persistent – you've got to admit that!"
"I love that you've never been worried about her," Tom said.
"How could I be? She's met us together. She admitted to my face that you and I were made for each other," Sybil remembered. "And besides, I know I can trust you," she said softly. She kissed him fully on the lips and pressed her body against his.
"I love you, a mhuirnín," Tom said softly.
"I love you, sweetheart," Sybil replied.
This is all that mattered right now. Lying in bed and feeling the heat from one another. Just existing together was better than either of them could have ever imagined.