This is one of favourite songs, and honestly I've wanted to write this so many times, and I've actually started this three different times, but none of them were true to the song, so here we go, take four. Also, be forewarned, it's gonna be short. Also also, probably last little fluff blurb before the sad chapter.

Tom closed the door quietly, dropping all of his stuff in the corner. "Y/n?" He called out, walking over to the kitchen. He picked up an open bag of crisps, munching on a few of them.

"Oh hi love," you said cheerfully, skipping into the room, placing a small kiss on his cheek.

"What's this?" Tom asked, plucking the little makeshift crown you'd made of daisies. It was a bit large, and currently nestled on your forehead, rather then hairline.

"Oh you know, just taking advantage of the full bloom," you smiled, taking one of his hands in yours. You placed the other on his shoulder. He took your cue, and put his spare hand on your waist.

Humming, you waltzed around the kitchen island, as Tom chuckled back at you.

"You're in a good mood," he said laughingly.

"And I'm not usually?" You faked offence, before conceding to his shrug, and resting your head on his shoulder.

He moved both his hands to your waist, as you slung yours over his shoulder, doing a slow two step with him.

His hands roamed all over your body, sliding down to your hips, before moving up to your back, finally settling in your hair.

You planted feather kisses along his jawline, travelling from his chin, to right next to his ear. Whispering, you cooed, "Oh we're in love, aren't we?"

"Yeah," Tom nodded, a smile in his voice. His hands played with the strands of your hair. His nose nuzzled yours, moving your face so you looked at him head on. Leaning down, he connected your lips to his, starting off sweet and slow, but getting faster and more passionate with each second.

You lifted one leg at a time around his torso, hugging him closer, as he held you tightly around your hips, thumbs moving in small circles.

Carrying you into the bedroom, he carefully lay you down onto the bed, never disconnecting his lips. Pausing, he broke away. Gesturing to the rose petal you had strewn out on the bed he asked, "Planning this were you?"

"Maybe," you replied dreamily, allowing him to kiss you again. "Oh," you decided between kisses, "We're in love." 

I'm really proud of myself. I watched the third, fourth, and fifth Mission Impossibles today, as well as HOCO, and I'm gonna go watch Fallout again this weekend. So yeah, I'm proud. My record for Movie Fridays is six movies, but I started early and didn't finish until technically the next day😂 I guess it is technically Saturday rn, but I don't care.