Neither of them speak or move beyond shallow breathing until finally Miranda says, “James.”
He turns to her then, his eyes wide with something like fear, and Thomas forces himself to speak. “James,” he repeats.
The sound he makes is something desperate and small and finally he reaches for him. Thomas holds him tightly for the space of several, heaving breaths, before he pulls back just far enough to kiss him. There are tears on both their cheeks, and James’ lips tremble beneath his, but still Thomas thinks that he has never felt joy like this before.
James kisses him desperately, clutching at the nape of his neck with blunt nails. Where Thomas breaks away with a smile, James sobs and digs into his skin. He hopes he leaves the crescents of his nails imprinted there; he hopes he bleeds.
When Miranda sets a hand on his shoulder, he startles, lost to everything but the heat of James body beneath his palms. She says their names, one after another. “Let’s go home.”
Source: church, steeple, bells and all – Chapter 1, by nasri – Black Sails [Archive of Our Own]
Adult, canon-divergence. This is such an amazing reunion fic – I love Thomas, James and Miranda in this as well as Charles getting entangled with their mènage, and how Thomas still can’t help but commit himself and those that love him to a cause…