With his adrenaline starting to fade just a little, the simple, honest 'yes' from Rachel's lips, and the fact that he was, in fact, very much *not* dead, Tom felt just the slightest bit giddy...just enough to make him grin and laugh quietly, then harder.
He ought to kiss her...that's what happened in moments like this, right? Saw it in the movies every day...but it was just too damn cliche, and it didn't feel like it would *mean* enough, not right now.
So he hugged her instead...turned her in his arms to face him with slow, deliberate intent, wrapped his arms around her waist, and lifted her clear off the ground, head buried in her shoulder as the laughter continued to rise from deep in his chest and shake his shoulders. His shoulders...he could feel the sun on his shoulders, warm and airy for the first time since he'd taken up residence in LA. Rachel smelled good, and the air smelled good when he filled his lungs with it past the scent of Rachel's perfume...every smoggy, humid lungful was a delight.
Maybe it was the fact he had a date. Maybe it having an armful of said date-to-be, warm and squirming and laughing and quite possibly even squealing at him, he wasn't really listening....or maybe it was touching death a little more intimately than he ever had on any deep cover op.
Either way...he was feeling *really* goddamn good.
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Date: 2006-05-31 03:42 pm (UTC)He ought to kiss her...that's what happened in moments like this, right? Saw it in the movies every day...but it was just too damn cliche, and it didn't feel like it would *mean* enough, not right now.
So he hugged her instead...turned her in his arms to face him with slow, deliberate intent, wrapped his arms around her waist, and lifted her clear off the ground, head buried in her shoulder as the laughter continued to rise from deep in his chest and shake his shoulders. His shoulders...he could feel the sun on his shoulders, warm and airy for the first time since he'd taken up residence in LA. Rachel smelled good, and the air smelled good when he filled his lungs with it past the scent of Rachel's perfume...every smoggy, humid lungful was a delight.
Maybe it was the fact he had a date. Maybe it having an armful of said date-to-be, warm and squirming and laughing and quite possibly even squealing at him, he wasn't really listening....or maybe it was touching death a little more intimately than he ever had on any deep cover op.
Either way...he was feeling *really* goddamn good.