Tecna/Timmy - first kiss or snuggling together and planning a future (I went with the second one) (for SunshinewithHurricane)
His hand drifts back and forth across her shoulders, occasionally pressing at tight knots of tension she holds there, the movement so rhythmic that it's close to lulling them both to sleep, when Tecna speaks.
"I think we should take a trip this summer."
Timmy stills, his fingers pressing five warm spots into her back, before they retract as he reaches up to adjust his glasses; a move that after more than two years together she knows to mean he's thinking. She misses the warmth of his hand almost immediately, and although the warm season is fast approaching and she's already pressed as close as physically possible, Tecna feels herself try to shift closer and regain some of that warmth.
"A trip," Timmy repeats, before nodding, the movement jostling her. "Yeah, that would be- a trip, yes- I would like that."
She can he's still mulling over it, wondering where the thought had come from, questioning what's driving this sudden request, and thinking, always thinking.
"Everything's just been a lot lately. It might be a good time to get away."
She's looking away as she speaks, her cheek pressed to his chest as she gazes across the room, but she can feel it as he shifts a little and looks down at the crown of her head.
"Yeah, it- it has been," he agrees, voice muted now.
"Stella's going back to Solaria, Sky and Brandon to Eraklyon, Bloom wants to spend some time with Oritel and Miriam, Musa's thinking about doing a tour, Layla-" she breaks off and coughs, a thick sound. "Layla wants to spend some time with her family. They've given us the time, maybe we should just go. You never know when-" she breaks off again, and she turns her head into Timmy's chest as he feels the first of her warm tears start to soak his shirt.
His arms squeeze her tighter to him as a near silent sob wracks through her body, and he closes his eyes against his own forming tears as he ducks his head and presses a soft kiss to the top of her head. The sharp apple of her shampoo invades his nose, the scent soothing something raw and painful in him as he nods minutely and says, "Okay, let's go."
Hey hey, still slowly working through the outstanding requests for this fic. I think I've got about 8 left. If you didn't pick up on the clues this one is set at the end of season 4 after Nabu dies. Hope you like it even if it turned out a bit angsty. Until next time x (reminder that requests for this prompt list are closed)