Thomas stopped when he had finally gotten tired of cutting up the blonde from before. He put the rest of her unbutchered body in a freezer before pausing. Did he want to go back up?

He contemplated for a moment before heading to the stairs. What would be the harm if he slept with her again? Thomas trudged up the stairs and back to y/n's room.

He gently pushed your door open and stepped in, gently shutting it behind him. A single candle was lit in the nightstand, iluminating the room. The glow of the light lit up your face making Thomas tilt his head. He liked the way it made your face glow slightly.

He crept over to you and stopped. He tilted his head before he walked to the chair and pulled his apron over his head and setting it down on the chair. He then took off his tie and boots, also setting them by the chair.

He crossed over to the bed and hesitated. He then let out a small sigh and moved the sheets. The bed creaked under his weight as he climbed in. When he had finally laid down he faced towards you. You had your back to him again.

He laid there a while before he moved closer. He wanted to be closer, especially after what had happened with Tex. He felt bad for leaving you alone and he somewhat blamed himself for Tex attacking you. He moved closer again, this time in hopes to pull you closer.

He reached one arm over you and slid the other one under you, wrapping them around your waist. He carefully pulled you against him, pressing your back against his waist. He kept his arms wrapped around you as he moved his head down and drug his face into your neck.

He took a deep breath and nuzzled further into your neck. He wanted to keep getting deeper, however he knew this was as far as he could get. He laid there almost asleep when he felt you shift. You turned in his arms, facing towards him, and dug your face into his chest.

Thomas paused and opened his eyes to look down at you. He tensed up a little but relaxed after a while. He even started to enjoy you laying up against him. The warmth of your body felt good. It acted as a huge reasurment to him that you weren't afraid of him and that you would actually get close to him.

You had waken up from the movement if him pulling you close. You mentally shrugged it off since he had saved you from Tex earlier. You let him hold you, and as a small thank you you turned to him and laid your head into his chest.

You enjoyed it to be honest. His body heat felt great compared to the outside air. It was comforting as well. His heat and his slow breathing were hypnotizing, making you want to sleep forever. A part of you was very content but another part of you wanted more.

You settled in, and slowly opened you eyes. You looked up at him. His eyes were shut. You lifted your head off on his chest.

"Thomas?"

You whispered to him. His one eye opened halfway and looked down at you. You smiled a bit and looked down.

"I'm sorry about earlier. Y'know, with Tex?"

Thomas gave a low grunt. The sound sent a vibration through his large chest.

"I want to thank you for that."

Thomas gave another grunt. You sighed and laid your head back into his chest, digging until you found the perfect spot. You became sleepy again as you listened to his calm breathing. You shut your eyes and soon fell asleep in his arms.

Thomas stayed up for a while, just laying there. Sometimes he would look down at you but for the most part he just enjoyed holding you. He too became tired and eventually let himself fall asleep, making sure you were safe before giving in.

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It was somewhere in the middle of the night when something woke you. The room was completely dark and the candle had died down since you fell asleep. You gripped Thomas's shirt as your eyes scanned the room. Something felt terribly wrong.

Maybe it was just your imagination? But what had woke you? You scanned the room until your eyes stopped dead on a shadow sitting in the rocking chair. You heart jumped and you slowly started picking your head up.

The figure didn't move and it began to scare you. You squinted at it and a huge wave of relief came over you. It was Thomas's apron draped over the chair in a odd position. Still even in the different angle it still looked to be a figure.

You settled back down and let out a deep breath. You mentally slapped yourself for being so dumb, however in the back of your mind you still wondered, what had woken you up? You tried to forget about that as you prepared to go back to sleep. The feeling of danger faded away as you fell asleep again.