Imagine James on a lazy Sunday morning, when Thomas is up and making breakfast and tea for them, he just rolls over to Thomas’ side in the bed and just bury his face in the pillow and just breathe in his scent. Thomas comes back and is like “What on earth are you doing?” And James has to explain, maybe a bit blushing and Thomas can’t stop smiling at his silly husband? ^_^
30, She/her. Used to be DreamingPagan a long time back. Multi-fandom, mostly Black Sails these days but with a lot of Tolkien and funny things interspersed. Complete language and history nerd - be warned. I write fic and occasionally I talk about ships.
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