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Word Count: 455

Fic Notes: HarryTom, Slice of Life

An Excellent Plan

Frustrated, Harry dropped his quill to the notebook he'd been writing in. He dragged a hand through his hair and then reached out to flip the page of the book he'd been referencing.

Before he could pick up his quill, strong hands touched his shoulders, covering them slowly. Thumbs pressed into the front, as fingers pressed into the knots tying up his back.

He groaned and let his head fall back against a flat stomach, eyes closing in pleasure as the tension was expertly pulled away in a careful massage.

"Merlin, I love your hands," he murmured, smiling when he heard a soft chuckle from above.

"I should hope you love more than just my hands," Tom replied, as he worked on a particularly stubborn knot. As it gave beneath his fingers, Harry melted against him, arms flopping to the sides, as Tom took almost the full weight of his upper body.

"I love all of you," Harry slurred. "But right now, your hands are being particularly magical."

"So, what has you so stressed out?"

Harry opened his eyes to glare at the book. "Bloody potions."

Tom chuckled again. "Well, you did decide to go into healing, Harry. You knew what that would entail, correct?"

"I know," Harry said softly. "I guess I just hoped I'd be further along than I am by now."

"It just takes some time," Tom pointed out. "And you'll be a better healer for the extra time you're taking to make sure you know the material. And in the meantime, you know I'm always here to help."

"I know," Harry agreed. "I think I'm about done for the day to be honest. If I read anything more about Dreamless sleep, I'm going to launch the book into the fire."

"The fire isn't lit, it wouldn't do much except, perhaps, get a little dirty."

Harry twisted in his seat to look up at Tom. "I'd light the fire first."

Snorting, Tom pulled him up onto his feet, and pressed a kiss to his lips. "How about a nap, and then I'll take you out for dinner to make you feel better, hmm?"

"Sounds perfect," Harry replied. He tugged Tom down for another kiss. "If by nap, you mean sex, and by out for dinner, you mean a takeaway and more sex on the sofa."

Tom tilted his head and then nodded. "Sounds like an excellent plan."

With no warning, he lifted Harry up and tossed him over his shoulder, turning for the stairs.

"Caveman," Harry accused, though he didn't try to move. He was entirely too used to Tom's manhandling.

"You love it," Tom replied, laughing as Harry swatted at his arse.

"I love you," Harry corrected.

"I love you too."

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