TO BE LOVED
:: xvii, addicted to your touch

Over the next couple of months, it's been complete silence of the Sherwood killer, Jennifer finally gave birth to little Henry, and Thomas and Chrissy have been planning their wedding —— Chrissy a little more so. Thomas was in no rush, but he couldn't put his finger down on why Chrissy was in such a hurry to get married.

It's not that he wasn't excited or whatnot, but the two had enough time. However, he wasn't going to say anything because happy wife, happy life . . . right? He wants Chrissy to be happy and if rushing the wedding is what she wants, then he'll help do that.

Thomas continued to be lost in his thoughts as he sat at his desk that was attached to Spencer's. He was leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed.

One of the many things that was on his mind was an engagement party. Him and Chrissy are set to be married in the next couple months or maybe sooner at the rate Chrissy's going and since this is his first big milestone in life ( other then getting his dream job ), he has to make it count.

The blonde boy leaned over his desk, "Spence, you know where I can find Penelope?"

The genius looked up from his word puzzle, "Probably in her fortress of solitude."

Thomas nodded then stood up from his desk, beginning his way to Penelope's office. He walked through the double glass doors and continued down the hall. He soon made a right and followed his way to a short distance, soon standing in front of Garcia's door.

Right after he knocked, Penelope immediately opened the door with a smile plastered across her lips.

"Mr. God son, what can I do for you?"

"Help me plan an engagement party?"

"Is that so?"

Penelope found her way back to her spinning chair, leaving Thomas to close the door.

"Yes." He nodded, "I know it's a late call, but I think Chrissy deserves it. And considering it's my first engagement, I think I might deserve it too."

Garcia nodded understandingly, "Got any ideas?"

The two continued to chat about the party and possible ideas for it. Then eventually settled on a date that was two weeks from then. Even though Thomas came to Penelope to help, she decided she would go about it alone because she wanted the idea to now be a surprise, which he didn't oppose to.

• • •

Back at the house, the home where Chrissy and Thomas practically share now. It's in Chrissy's name, but Thomas is over there all the time so they just call it their house now. However, back at the place, Chrissy had a little friend over.

The two were chatting it up in the kitchen. She was showing him one of her maybe favorite books. She showed him bits and pieces inside, the parts she connected to the most throughout the story.

However, that wasn't the only reasons it's her favorite. It's also her favorite because the book is a little heavy, has a good weight to it.

She smiled at him, reading another one of her favorite lines, "Her touch was like water . . . sinking into the pool, absorbing —— he never wanted to leave."

"Deep."

The man turned the other direction to pick up his glass of water that she had poured him not too long ago. As soon as his back faced her, she immediately closed the book and picked it up.

She held it, clutching both sides and swung it as hard as she could against his head.

Just like the glass in his hand, he fell to the floor. As he laid there, Chrissy tilted her head with a slight smile. She was excited for what's to come for him.

The raven haired woman, stood up, hovering with either leg on each side of his body. Chrissy then got down on her knees, straddling him. She still had the book in her hands and once again, she rose it in the air and brought it straight down on his face. She repeatedly hit his face till she saw blood oozing out.

Even when the blood began pouring out, she continued and frustratedly screamed. After another few hits, she finally stopped but she was far from done.

Chrissy tossed the bloodied book to the side and saw the man's nose was the wrong way. The woman broke his nose and just smiled.

As her eyes stayed on the unconscious man, Chrissy stood up. She stepped over him and opened the knife drawer. She pulled out two sharp ones, the ones she usually used then closed the drawer back. She hovered over him once again, straddling him while on her knees.

Just as she held the knives in a comfortable position in her hands, he began groaning and slowly waking up —— which was perfect for her because she was just getting to her favorite part of the kill.

She liked her victims awake, so they could feel the pain and the aching.

"And now for the fun part."

Chrissy's arms swung up and straight down, stabbing him with both knives in his stomach. It didn't stop there. She began to repeatedly stab him over and over, each arm taking a turn. Then when the knife was inside him, she moved it down, opening his stomach a bit.

And just like that, he was dead.

Blood was all over the kitchen floor and her. But this wasn't her first rodeo. She had a routine and her bother was apart of that.

Footsteps was heard entering the kitchen as Chrissy was dipping her finger in the man's blood. She brought her finger up to her lips and tasted the blood.

"A bit tangy." She shrugged as she stood up, "But not bad."

"Damn." She heard her bother from behind which caused her to turn in his direction.

"You got it?"

He nodded, "I'll make it's spotless before Thomas gets back. And don't forget to burn your clothes."

Chrissy waved him off, as she began heading out the kitchen to shower.

Jones was never apart of this in the beginning and before it kind of got out of hand, they were just normal people. Then one day, something came over Chrissy and she started killing. He doesn't know why, neither does she. It's like something she almost has to do. It's not impulsive but she can't go long without killing.

When he realized she wasn't going to change or get better because he did try to help, he decided to participate by being her accomplice. She kills, he cleans and that's how it always been.

• • •

By the time Thomas came back home from work, it was late at night —— peaking one in the morning. Just like jones said, the kitchen was spotless by the time Thomas returned and so was Chrissy. No evidence that a murder took place and jones also made sure that the house didn't smell like bleach because then Thomas would have questions.

He found Chrissy in the living room, watching HGTV with jones. The two were eating McDonald's.

He wasn't surprised seeing jones since that's her brother and all, "Hey, guys. Late night snack?"

Chrissy immediately shot up, going to wrap her arms around her soon to be husband.

"Yeah, we got bit hungry. Got some for you too."

He placed a quick kiss to her lips before smiling and heading to the room to change out his work clothes. He hates being in them when he's trying to relax as soon as he gets home.

After a few minutes or so, he joined the siblings in the living room and ate his late dinner.

In that moment, as he sat next to Chrissy, eating his food, he swore he saw their future in her eyes. He thought if this is how it was going to be —— late dinners, tv, enjoyable moments . . . then what does he have to lose?

Thomas was finally able to use the word happy for once in his life and he wouldn't change this moment for the world.

a/n:
thomas is a little smol bean,
love him so much. so guys,
obviously this is kind of like a
slow burn ?? however, I think
im going to write more than
what I planned. originally,
I was going to season 7, so
what season should I write
to instead ??