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The lights are off when Micro comes home, soaking wet. He's upset about it, he's cranky, and all he wants to do is take a nice hot shower and curl up in bed beside Thomas.
Micro takes a look around the dark house. Judging by the absence of the oven clock from the kitchen, he's willing to bet that the power went out. Hopefully that didn't mean the water did too. Through the glass door leading to the backyard, Micro sees a bright flash break through the stormy sky, casting long, sharp shadows across the living room floor. Where there's lightning, there's also—
Micro jumps as a loud boom resonates through the room. Not only was it loud, but the force of the thunder was strong enough to send literal shockwaves through the ground. There was enough pressure behind it to cause Micro's body to physically shake from where he stood.
Oh… Micro thinks to himself. That's…not good.
At the time, Micro thought he'd gotten a random streak of bad luck in needing to drive in the heavy downpour. But watching as another bolt of lightning cut through the sky, unleashing another round of heavy thunder, he realizes it could've been in a way worse position if he'd gotten stuck in traffic.
Micro, remembering that he's still wearing sopping wet clothes, moves to the right of the living room and starts blindly making his way down the hall towards the bathroom. He keeps one hand against the wall, using what little light is provided by the window at the other end of the hall to guide him.
Another streak of lightning reaches him as he walks, providing him with just enough light to get a good idea of how far he is from the bathroom. But it also illuminates the hall just enough for him to notice how the door to the bedroom is slightly ajar.
Micro's eyes stay planted over the bedroom door as another wave of thunder shakes the floorboards beneath his feet, the noise reaching a deafening level that Micro can't remember ever experiencing before. His hand curls into a fist against the surface of the wall as he tries to stabilize himself.
Eventually, the thunder subsides, and the hall seeps back into darkness. Micro is able to get back to his feet, but in the silence in its wake, he hears something: heavy breathing.
It's coming from the bedroom.
Micro takes one last look in the bathroom's general direction, before making his way over to the bedroom, grimacing at the trail of water he's left in his wake.
He raises a pale hand and knocks against the wooden door.
"Thomas?"
Even though the door is technically open, he waits outside until he hears a faint voice from inside.
"…Micro?"
With that, Micro gently pushes the door open, peering into the room.
It was a decently sized bedroom, big enough to fit a queen sized bed at least. While they weren't necessarily a messy couple, Micro notices that the hoodie he'd forgotten to pick up earlier today was no longer where he'd left it. Not only that, but the window blinds were closed, and while he could barely make out the pale yellow colour of the curtains, Micro has just enough visibility to see that the curtains were firmly snapped shut. Yet that didn't stop another stray beam of lightning to slip through the cracks.
The thunder breaks through the silence, and Micro can faintly hear the heavy breathing from earlier grow rougher beneath it. Looking across the room, Micro can just barely spot a head of hair peeking out from the beneath the other side of the bed.
Taking care of where he steps, Micro makes his way over. And right as he turns around the corner of bed, he finds Thomas.
The brown haired man is curled up in a ball, face tucked into his knees. Even in the dimly lit bedroom, Micro sees the way his shoulders shake from the other's hunched positions, and his usually warm toned skin looks pale and clammy. He looks miserable.
"Oh Thomas," Micro whispers.
He crosses the last bit of distance between them to sit beside his boyfriend. The moment his arm, chilled from the rain, brushes against Thomas, Thomas pulls out of his curled posture to throw himself at Micro.
Micro doesn't mind however, although he worries that his rain-soaked state isn't the most comfortable surface to rest against.
From where the other's face is buried into the side of his neck, Micro hears Thomas hiccup through another set of sobs.
Micro carefully wraps his arms around Thomas's back, settling himself against the bed as Thomas sinks into his hold. In doing so, he finally notices that Thomas is bundled up in his thick hoodie, and he frowns at the realization this brings him. Pressing his face against Thomas's hair, Micro breathes in the faint smell of apples wafting from him before pressing a comforting kiss to his head. He starts rubbing soothing circles against his back. "You okay?"
Thomas doesn't speak, merely shaking his head against his neck.
Micro chuckles, pulling Thomas further into his lap. "Yeah… Yeah I guess that was a dumb question."
Thomas nods against his neck, causing Micro to scoff in mock offence. In response, Micro trails his hands down Thomas's back before gently pinching his sides, causing Thomas to tighten his grip around Micro.
He feels Thomas shift in his hold, hands moving to fiddle with the bottom of Micro's shirt. "Did you just get back?" Thomas mumbles against his neck.
Micro hums. "Yeah, just came in after booking it from the car," he explains. He moves his hands back up and returns to comfortingly rubbing Thomas's back.
Thomas finally tilts his head out from Micro's neck, resting his cheek against his wet shirt to look up at Micro. "Is that why you're all we then?" he asks.
"Didn't have an umbrella," he says, looking down into his boyfriend's beautiful brown eyes. "Not that I think it would've done me any good."
Right as he says this, another round of lightning sneaks through the gaps in their blinds, and he feels the way Thomas tenses up in his lap. Before Thomas even has the chance to process, Micro moves one of his hands to cup the back of Thomas's head, pushing it down to press one of his ears against his chest. From this position, Micro moves his other hand to block Thomas's exposed ear, adding pressure to it in an attempt to muffle the outside world.
Thomas still jumps in Micro's lap as the thunder ripples through the room, gripping onto the fabric of Micro's shirt, although Micro notices that this particular instance was much calmer than the previous ones. While Thomas could still somewhat hear the boom—as well as feel it resonate through his body—the sound was mediated by the steady rhythm of Micro's heart beating under his ear. Micro, on the other hand, barely reacts to the thunder himself. He's more focused on blocking Thomas from the thunder as best as he can.
Eventually, the thunder fizzles out again. Micro's hand falls away as Thomas loosens his hold on his shirt, lifting his head off of his chest. It gives Micro a better look at his boyfriend's teary face, and the sight of it sends a pang through his heart.
Micro cups Thomas's cheeks with his own two hands, guiding his face forward to press a soft kiss against Thomas's forehead, through his bangs. He starts leaving a trail of gentle kisses anywhere he can reach. He leaves some on Thomas's cheeks, his nose, and his eyelids—that one manages to get a laugh out of Thomas, which is always a win in Micro's books. He saves the best for last, swooping down to press a sweet kiss against Thomas's lips.
Thomas lets out a pitched noise from the back of his throat before pushing up in Micro's hold to kiss him back. His clammy palms reach up to grasp the back of Micro's hands on his face.
"You're really soggy," Thomas mumbles against his lips, diving back in for more kisses like a starved man.
Ah, there we go, Micro thinks to himself.
Micro smiles against his lips, giving Thomas one last deep kiss that leaves the both of them a little breathless, before pulling back. "I got caught in the rain remember," he says, swiping his thumbs across Thomas's cheeks in a caressing motion. His heart flutters in his chest as Thomas closes his eyes and tilts his head further into one of his palms. He watches as Thomas presses a loving kiss on the inside of his hand before peering up at him.
"You didn't want to shower?" he asks, his voice a little raspy.
Micro kisses Thomas's forehead. "Yeah," he says. Micro gently squeezes Thomas's face one more time before dropping his hands to settle against Thomas's waist, "But I wanted to check up on you first."
Thomas frowns up at him, "But you could get sick."
Micro smiles. "I never said I wouldn't take a shower," he says in response. Seeing Thomas's furrowed brows, he leans down to kiss the scrunched up skin.
"Why don't you join me?" he proposes, pulling back just in time to see a healthy flush brush over Thomas's face, despite the darkness. Micro rubs circles against Thomas's hips from under his hoodie. "I think a warm shower could do you some good too, and we don't know if the water's going to shut off anytime soon either."
Thomas narrows his eyes at him, flush still prominent on his face. "You just want to see me naked," he accuses, but Micro can tell he doesn't actually think that way. After all, they're not that type of couple.
Still, Micro goes along with the bit. "I mean, that is a benefit," he teases, laughing when Thomas smacks his chest. He leans down to press their foreheads together and takes this moment to look into Thomas's pretty brown eyes. "You've got strong arms, and you don't usually wear t-shirts, so I don't get to see them often."
"Oh my gosh shut up," Thomas groans, moving to get off of his lap. "Let's just go shower."
Micro waits for Thomas to leave his lap before getting to his feet. Quietly, they go through the motions of grabbing their pajamas before making their way to the door. However, right before leaving the bedroom, Micro stops them.
"All jokes aside," he starts, waiting for Thomas to look at him. When he does, Micro continues, "I really did only offer because I thought it'd help."
Micro reaches for one of Thomas's hands, entangling their fingers together in a loose hold. "If you don't want to, I don't mind taking separate showers."
Thomas's expression softens. "I know," he he says, tugging Micro down so that he can give him a quick kiss. As he pulls back, he adds, "And I appreciate it."
He lets go of Micro's hand and begins making his way across the hall to the bathroom. "Now hurry up and shower before you get sick," he calls over his shoulder.
Micro shakes his head, a lovesick grin stamped across his face, before following after him.
Luckily for the two of them, the water is still in working condition when they test the pipes. Micro doesn't waste anymore time discarding his clothes that have begun to crinkle as they air-dried. Thomas is only a few seconds behind him. The two don't take that long in the shower, only spending enough time under the stream to let the heat of the water seep into their bodies, warding away the chill before they stepped right back out an into their pajamas.
As the couple return to the bedroom and curl up under the covers, Thomas speaks up.
"You know," he whispers, head resting against Micro's shoulder, "When the light of the lightning hit your hair, it made you look like my own guardian angel."
Micro looks down at Thomas. Due to their position, he can only see the top of his brown hair. Still, Micro nudges Thomas until he tilts his head up to look at him. When he does, Micro leans down to leave a sweet kiss against his lips.
When he pulls away, he presses his forehead against his, causing their bangs to brush up against each other; white strands against brown.
"I'd be your guardian angel any day," he confesses. He pulls Thomas closer in his arms. "Just say the word and I'll be there."
Thomas snorts, tilting his head back down to get comfortable against Micro again. "You sap."
"…Please don't mention my brother while we're in bed."
Thomas cackles, causing Micro to laugh with him. Eventually, the two settle down and drift off to the sound of rain pattering outside of their window.
Neither of them realized that the thunder had stopped a long time ago.