Colby: first touch

// let's pretend that they had a little fight and circumstances forced him not to return home for a while. 

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He longed for a touch, a single touch of her smooth dark skin. He longed for a kiss, the mere promise of a taste of her lips. Tommy wanted to devour her figuratively. He wanted to become one with the woman he knew was important in his life. She had been out of reach for almost a year, partly because he had to keep his distance to protect her but also because none of them was able to fix things. Every time he called her, they started a fight. Mary usually initiated them because she was hurt. Could he blame her?  He was always absent and she rarely saw him, despite her pleas. Mary wanted them to have a decent family life and she needed him to commit but he didn't.  What he did wasn't right, leave her hanging dry like that.

He longed for a touch, a single touch with one of his hands. Tommy often dreamed about it, about how soft she would feel beneath his palm as he would explore her body. He wanted to discover this terra incognita once again, and he wanted to see if he remembered every curve on her body. The peaky blinder wanted to feel her brown hair in his digits, the soft curly texture he loved so much after she took a shower, and the sweet and delicate perfume of a rose she always had when she was laying on the bed with him. He wanted it. He needed it. He needed her. That much he could admit. For several weeks, he had been away from her and his heart was aching for her. 

He longed for her laughter in his ear, that one she had when she was embarrassed and flustered as the older man uncovered her body and exposed it in all its glory for his very humble eyes to see. He needed to feel Mary's hands roam over his strong figure, feel his muscle work as he would move above her or against her. He wanted to feel the warmth of her skin and listen to her heartbeat when they would both pretend, they were asleep. Tommy wanted to feel her voluptuous form against his, have her very essence ease the pain from his being, soothe his aching soul and take his nightmares away. He needed her comfort, he needed her love.

When they finally reconciled, Tommy was clumsy and hesitant. The very first touch was important, and he had dreamed of it for so long that he refused to ruin it. They both stared at each other like two lost children who were unable to move, unable to speak and he could feel the tension in the air. Mary was breathing heavily, and her eyes were gleaming brightly. Tommy was more composed but almost doing the opposite. His breathing was slower, and he was standing straight and tall and barely moving.

« This is ridiculous » He heard Mary swear under her breath before finally, something happened. She started to undo her shirt and threw it on the ground before she removed her bra. He watched silently, almost scared to make a noise that could interrupt her. His blue eyes never lost contact as she was exposing the so-needed beautiful flesh of hers for him, to him. He felt grateful, almost blessed because she decided to give him a second chance. He could feel she was shaking nervously and decided to take action against it. He couldn't smile but his eyes spoke a great deal about his feelings. She truly was beautiful to him, even more than in his memories, and was only inches away. His breath was taken away by her beauty and he didn't even know what to say so he remained silent.

The first touch. It was his hand over hers as he noticed she was unable to undo her skirt. She was shaking way too much and it was starting to get on her nerves. Mary bit at her bottom lip as she felt his hand over her, so large and so strong. Expert and lethal and yet it was still soft. It made her stop and she looked into his eyes again. There it was! The first contact. Her eyes searched for his as they were starting to get filled with unshed tears and she ended up chuckling as he gave her one of his secret smiles. The ones she barely could handle because they both exuded confidence and a little coyness. he smiled so rarely that it always was a sight to behold for the young woman.

The first touch! So electric and gentle. It wasn't what he expected but it was enough. It was more than enough. It was magnificent. A single touch, a hand over another. She let him. She accepted him. Such a relief! It sent a blast into his mind as if his head had just exploded and he could feel the goosebumps run over his skin. He felt like a teenager doing it for the first time and this was in spite of her being his long-time lover. It wasn't the first time they ever did, but it was even more symbolic and important than that very first time. It was about redemption, acceptance, and love. True love. A simple touch...worth a million of them. He loved her and she knew it, the moment he touched her, she could feel it. Such good news! Such a wonder. Such a beautiful feeling love was! She cupped his other cheek with her hand and tiptoed so she could reach his lips for a kiss, the first of much more.