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Surreal Moments	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Hiddleston Views: 2312 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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You look in the mirror, exhaling the deep breath you just took. Your hair cascades in a waterfall of spiral curls. The girl at the salon did your makeup for a tip. She apparently went to school with Emma, Tom's younger sister. The emerald french tips glisten in the light.

"Daddy, hurry up! You got come see mummy! She's bootiful!" Tom follows behind Marie as she tugs him into the room by his hand. Tom's grin fades once he sees you, completely stunned. "See!"

"Of course, I see." You shuffle your feet nervously.

"What?" You turn in a circle, looking down at yourself.

"My sweet girl, you are breathtaking." He cups your face. His lips brush yours then press firmly. He nuzzles his nose against yours as he deepens the kiss. He backs you up against the mirror and presses his body to yours. Marie's giggle breaks the kiss. "We should probably finish getting ready. I have something for you." He leaves you at the mirror, opening the drawer in the nightstand. It's a flat black velvet box. He flicks it open to reveal a pair of diamond drop earrings and an emerald necklace surrounded with diamonds.

"Oh Tom!"

He takes the necklace from the velvet. You sweep your hair up for him to lay it on your chest. He clasps the back then kisses your neck. You shiver. His palms glide down your arms as his lips find your ear. "You like it?"

"I love it. It's simply beautiful."

His lips close on your ear. "Not as beautiful as you. Nowhere close, love." His eyes meet yours in the mirror. Your heart clenches in your chest. You put the earrings on then turn to him.

"Come here." You take the ends of his tie and begin to carefully tie his bow tie, making sure it's straight.

"You never cease to amaze me." He kisses you.

"I wan my pwince to yub me yike daddy yoves you, mummy." Marie runs off to find Emily and Jameson.

"Mom! Tom! The car's here!"

You grab your clutch purse and a sheer wrap. "Darling, are you alright? You look a bit flushed."

You demure. "I'm scared shitless so I did a shot of Jameson."

Tom pulls you into his arms and holds you tightly. "You'll do fine. I'll be right there. Just squeeze my hand." He kisses your forehead. "And there will be alcohol there, if all else fails." You both laugh. "Come on, love."
You hold Tom's hand in both of yours. His fingers entwined with yours, he brings them to his lips. "You're trembling." He turns your head and cups the side of your head in his large hand. "If you don't want to do this, you don't have to. I want you by my side but if it's too much for you, I'll understand if you want to go home."

You swallow and shake your head. "No, I'm just nervous. What if I trip? What if I accidently flash? I don't want to embarrass myself and definitely don't want to embarrass you."

"Darling, you won't trip. And if you do, I'll catch you. I'll always catch you." The car rolls to a stop at the theatre. Someone catches a shot of him holding your face, then one of the sweet kiss he plants on your lips. He smiles. "Why would you be worried about flashing your beautiful pussy?"

"Tom. Really? Do you not see the dress I'm wearing? That YOU bought me? There's no room for panties. I didn't want a line."

"You mean-"

Just then the door opens. Tom exits the car then holds out his hand to you. You take one final breath and exhale before taking his hand and sliding out of the vintage Jaguar. Tom's arm circles your waist and the two of you walk the gauntlet. Tom is stopped by several reporters. They ask about his nomination and give you curious glances. You smile but keep silent. He poses for pictures by himself. At the end, he draws you in and poses you with him.

"You did wonderful." He takes your chin and kisses you softly. Several flashes go off.

"Can we go inside yet?"

"Almost, my love." Tom starts walking over to the queue of fans yelling his name, leading you behind him. "No. No. No." You shake your head and try to stop him or pull away. "Tom, no. Please?" He spots Luke and leaves you with him.

"I'm sorry, love. Stand with Luke. I'll collect you in a moment." You swallow and glance around.

"How are you doing?"

"Terrified. Feel like I'm going to vomit."

"You're doing splendidly. Tom is ecstatic. You look lovely. I think Tom could lose tonight and he wouldn't care."

"You're kidding me right? You saw Hyde, didn't you?"

"Yes." Luke laughs. He likes how supportive you are of Tom. "Here he comes." Tom and Luke hug tightly then Tom takes your hand and the three enter for the dinner.
You drain your champagne then turn to Tom. "I'm going to visit the ladies room before they begin the awards."

"Of course darling." You kiss him on the corner of his mouth then hurry to the ladies room. Thankfully, it's a single seater. Maybe it's the excitement of the evening or perhaps that last glass of champagne. After you wash your hands, you lift your leg and hook your heel on the edge of the sink. The skirt of the dress bunches at your hips. You snap a quick picture and send it to Tom. You're almost back to the table when Tom gets the message. His head snaps up and he looks around for you.

You sit down and cross your legs. Tom lays his hand on your thigh then leans in. "You're a tease."

You lean into him. "If you win, I'll give you a celebratory blow job in the car before I ride you." His hand tightens on your thigh. He opens his mouth to speak and the host takes the podium. "Oh look. They're starting."

Much of the evening is a blur. You do your dead-level best to not freak out, but the sheer level of celebrity surrounding you is almost overwhelming. Helen Mirren sits feet away from you. Michael Caine sits poised only two tables away. And you can’t be sure in the dim light, but you can swear thats Ewan MacGregor at one of the middle tables. Several people glance at you curiously through the ceremony, and you do your best to smile sweetly and avert your gaze. You don’t want to be rude, but you aren’t 100% ready for all the attention you're getting. But Tom holds on to you all night. His fingers wrapping yours are a reminder that he's right there.

Before long, the Best Actor category is up. You cross the fingers on your other hand for luck.

“Darling, this is it. Do you think—do you think I’ll win?” He's so nervous suddenly. The last thing he wants is to disappoint you. It isn’t even about the actual winning. “Baby, look at me.” You speak under your breath, taking his face in your hands. “I love you. It doesn’t even matter.”

He grins at you and leans in for a sweet kiss. It's all the confirmation he needs. Win or lose, he has you. You both look up to the presenter as she draws the moment out. You feel Tom tremble as she finally announces, "This year's winner of Best Actor in a Play, for his performance as Jekyll and Hyde, is Tom Hiddleston."

Your jaw hits the floor and Tom freezes, an unbelievable look on his face. You both stand slowly before he sweeps you into his arms, realizing how much everyone is cheering for him.

"Baby, I am so proud of you." You whisper softly in his ear.

"I won...I can't believe I won!"

"Get up on stage, go!" You push him after breaking the hug. You watch mesmerized as he accepts the award, ticking off every name he could remember in thanks.

“…the director, especially, I could never have done it without your guidance, thank you. And one more very important person here with me tonight, I could never do anything without the love you’ve given me. (Y/n), I love you and I am so happy you are here to share this with me tonight. Thank you so much.” It takes every iota of willpower not to dissolve into a puddle on the floor after that. He just told the entire world about you. He's going to get it good on the way home.

And that’s just what you do. After all the post-show congratulations and hugs and photo ops, you lead him back to the limo. “I can’t believe we won an award like this.” He's still in shock.

“No, You won an award like this. You. You worked so hard for it, and everyone in that theatre knew it.”

“But I’m only as good as the people I’m in the show with, so I think we all won it. Don’t you think so?”

“Of course. But…none of them are about to get rewarded quite like you are.” You leaned in, teasing Tom’s lips brushing them back and forth against yours as your hand slid down his chest. His breath catches and you feel him stir. He swallows hard.

“Darling? What about the driver?”

“He can’t hear a thing through the glass, trust me.”

You slide off the seat next to him and settle yourself between his knees, already miles apart. Reaching up, you slowly undo the belt and button then pull the zipper down. Tom’s breathing becomes more labored as he watches you through darkening eyes.

You lean forward and nuzzle his growing length through the thin fabric at his crotch. He laces a hand through your hair and settles the other on the back of your head. Reaching up, you pull him from his boxers. He's already hard, and his cock bounces against the side of his open fly. You love doing this to him and for him. Slowly, you close your lips around the tip and gently suck. Tom’s groans are music to your ears.

“Yes, my love, don’t stop. I love this.” He gasps. You moan against his skin, moving further and further down his massive length. You suck every inch of him into your mouth that would fit. You wrap your hands around the base of him and squeeze gently. Every “Fuck” and “Oh God,” spurs you on.

Tom’s hands work your head, gently coaxing you further down and pulling you back up again, all the while watching through hooded eyes. His breath only comes in gulps now as you suck faster and harder. He throws his head back against the seat and almost cries into the roof of the car as you release him with a pop, only to draw one of his balls into your mouth. He won’t last much longer. You know it. And you want him to cum in your mouth.

“I can’t hold on. Please, love. Please.”

You aren’t done teasing him. “What does my baby want, hmm? Tell me.” You practically purr.

“I want- your mouth- please. I need your mouth again.” Tom stutters and you smile unassumingly.

“Do you mean this?” You deep-throat him. He can’t take any more. Tom bucks his hips against your face as you suck him hard and fast. He fists his hands in your hair.

You reach up to tug on his balls tenderly, and you feel him twitch at the back of your throat. One more tug and Tom can no longer help himself. He bucks his hips once more with a guttural cry and empties his load down your throat. The salty liquid flows down your throat and you swallow every drop.

You slide your mouth down his length one last time, releasing him with a kiss before tucking him back into his pants. Carefully pulling the zipper up and buckling his belt, you both realize the limo has come to a stop. You climb up into Tom’s lap as he comes back down to Earth.

“Congratulations, baby. I am so proud of you.”

He looks up at you and cups your face. “I love you. You have no idea. Now get your ass inside our house so I can return that dirty little favor."

Tom kisses you as you walk backwards to the door. "The children?" He lifts you up by your waist onto the top step, shaking his head.

"Emily took the them back to my sister's. Slumber party with their future cousins." He backs you up against the door and hikes your legs up around his waist. Fumbling with the key and the knob, he braces his hands under your ass then carries you in, kicking the door closed behind him. His mouth never left yours.

He starts up the stairs, but his foot slips and you both go down laughing.

His lips tease down to your collarbone. You can hear both your phone and his vibrating with messages and notifications. He pushes your skirt up around your hips. He's apparently not waiting for the bedroom.

"Ever since you sent that picture to me at dinner, I've been dying to taste you." His lips tingle up your thighs over the stockings. He glances up at you to make sure you're watching him before he presses his face into you. The tip of his nose nuzzles your clit while his tongue laves your entrance. Your elbows dig into the stairs as you arch your body off them. He hums in delight, drawing his tongue in a wet line to your clit. Tom steadily licks and sucks your hard little bud as he hurriedly unbuttons his shirt and shrugs off his tuxedo jacket. You close your eyes, gasping and writhing, spreading your thighs wider. Two of his long, beautiful fingers slide inside you, pumping steadily. With a rough cry, you seize his hair and pull his mouth harder against you. The spiral of your orgasm clenches then explodes. "Oh god! Fucking Christ, Thomas!"

He doesn't give you time to recover. He grabs you and carries you back down the stairs. He places the award on the mantel then your hands. He unzips the dress and lets it fall, kicking your legs far apart. You hear his heavy breathing as he quickly strips.

Tom glides his tongue up your spine then positions himself behind you. You move up onto your toes as he thrusts inside you, stretching you. His hands cover yours, lacing his fingers with your fingers. Neither of you are quiet as he fucks you hard and fast, hanging onto you tightly. The head of his cock rubs your g-spot with every thrust. Your second orgasm explodes in a blinding hot rush. Your body clenches and throws him into his. His wraps his arms around you as you both come down.

"You should win more awards."

"You should send me more pictures." He falls back into his chair, pulling you with him. You lay your head back on his shoulder.

"Yes, I'll move to London after graduation." He shouts and kisses you. "But! But not until I have a job."

"You don't have to work."

"I want to."

"Whatever you desire, my love." He kisses you deeply, his body beginning to stir once more.
You stretch awake with a soft groan the next morning. Tom is wrapped around you, holding you tight against him still asleep. These quiet moments are your favorite with him. Because in them, he isn’t Tom the actor. He is just Tom. The man that makes you happy and has given you so much. He's the man that loves your kids like they're his own. He's just a regular person, YOUR regular person. It makes you so happy. You run through the events of last night. It's insane. And now your secret is officially out. Part of you is dying to see the aftermath on Tumblr. Another part of you kinda doesn’t want to know. The vast majority of Tom’s fans, the group you're a part of, are normal human beings. But a small fraction had a tendency to go nuts.

But it doesn’t matter about them. You're so damn happy. You probably look like you slept with a hanger in your mouth. Then you think about what Tom said, and you didn’t catch it at the time. He said, “their future cousins.” As in, one day your children will be cousins to his nieces. You'll be a family. It hits you how much he isn’t joking when he says he wants marriage. You glance down at your ring. The reality of it is setting in. It's still too surreal; all you can do is shake your head and smile.

A handful of minutes later, you hear Tom start to stir behind you. He nuzzles the back of your neck slowly, placing small sleepy kisses there. You moan at it, loving how it felt.

“G’morning, darling.”

“Good morning, baby.”

“Is it really time to get up? I feel like I just laid down.”

“It’s time, yeah. Come on, come make me tea.” Tom squints at you, one eye still closed.

“All right, love. I‘m coming.” He yawns.

After making your way down to the kitchen, you start on a breakfast of eggs and some toast, while Tom works on the tea. You think he makes it better than you. As the water boils, Tom checks his phone for all the notifications he ignored last night. You catch him smiling.

“What? What is it?”

“Well…everyone seems to love you as much as I do, darling. Look.” He hands you the phone. The inbox is filled with congratulations and kiss-face smilies, saying how beautiful the two of you were last night.

“It seems you have your own fan base, love.” He bends to kiss your cheek before the kettle screams.

You both sit to eat a quiet breakfast, fully enjoying the fact that it's just the two of you. You don’t often get moments like this, and they're always wonderful. You steal glances back and forth then tuck your toes under his thighs in his chair. Tom wraps a hand around your calf, squeezing and massaging. Still being in your silk robe lends an intimacy to the scene.

But as you finish, a loud knock at the door pierces the quiet, followed by the barreling in of Marie and Jameson and Tom’s niece Jennifer, with his sister Sarah right behind. You leap up trying to cover yourself. It's not like your robe really works to cover much of anything.

“Momma! I’m so glad to see you!” Jameson shouts as he throws himself around you.

“Mummy, we misseded you! Did you have so much fun in your new dwess?”

You kneel down to give kisses and hugs to your kids. You really missed them.

“My babies, of course I missed you! Did you have fun last night with Miss Emily?”

“Yeah! We played outside until it got too dark, and then we went over to Aunt Sarah’s house and played with Jennifer!”

You look up as Tom’s sister walks toward the table, morbidly embarrassed at the sure sight of yourself. Tom is entirely non-plussed about sitting in the chair with only a pair of pajama pants on, Jennifer perched on his lap smiling and giving him a hug. You, on the other hand, wanted to make such a good impression on his family when the time came. And a robe that barely covers your ass is no such way to make that impression.

“H-Hi…It’s so nice to meet you." You nervously extend your hand towards her. Surely, you're as red as a tomato. But Sarah seems to act like she didn’t even realize you're half naked.

“It’s so lovely to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you!” She takes your hand but draws you into a hug. You hug her back, thinking maybe it isn’t so bad. She leans back from you then looks down at Tom still snug down in the chair.

“God Tom, do you ever intend to wear clothes around your house?”

“Not in the summer, sweetheart. We only get a few months to do it, and I’m taking advantage of it!”

Sarah rolls her eyes and laughs. The kids run off to play in their room, and you lean down to whisper harshly in Tom’s ear. “I’m half naked. I can’t meet your sister like this! I’m going to change!” You scurry off in the direction of the bedroom, throwing on yoga pants and a real shirt, then quickly return to the table. Sarah has made herself a cup of tea and sits across from Tom, eager to talk to you for a bit before she leaves with Jennifer.

“So tell me more about yourself. I’ve heard so much from Tommy, but I’d love to hear more from you.”

You laugh as you settle back down in the chair, and tell her the short version she’d probably already heard from Tom: two kids, one year left in school, and a huge love of books and psychology. And quickly turning into a Londonphile, as well. As Sarah finishes her tea, the kids all come out of the room, and Marie climbs into your lap.

“Mummy, I has a fweind to pway wif now. I’m so essited!”

The little girl smiles at you from behind Sarah’s chair. You wave to her as she hides and giggles. With a full head of blonde hair, she's the mirror image of her mother. You look forward to seeing her again and getting to know her.

Sarah finishes her tea and stands from the table. “I’m so sorry to cut this short, but Jenny and I really do have some errands to run, don’t we, Jen?” The little girl nods at her mother, and you and Tom stand to walk her out. “It really was so lovely to meet you, we have to get together some time when we have more time to chat.”

“Absolutely, I can’t wait.” Everyone exchanges goodbyes, and Tom shuts the door behind her. You almost fall to the floor in embarrassment.

“Oh my god, I met your sister and your niece half naked. What the hell.”

Tom can’t help his laugh. “Don’t worry darling. It wasn’t like you were out in public like that. It was our kitchen table. Besides, I have another sister you can make up for all that.” He winks.

You roll your eyes. “Cheeky."
You sing to yourself as you lick the spoon. The cookie dough is almost gone. Chocolate chip cookies cover nearly every spot of counter space and the table. The timer goes off for the next two trays. Dancing in the kitchen, baking cookies like back home FEELS like home. It feels natural and right. You don't let yourself think on it too much. You still have a year left of school. And you meant what you said, you wanted to have a job when you did finally move here. You know how vicious the fandom could be. They seemed to love you but they could turn on you if they thought you were using Tom or taking advantage of him.

Tom and Jameson talk up a storm about comics and heroes and race cars and soccer. Tom promises to take him to a real football game, not the American kind either. Their hands busily build a castle that Jameson drew up.

Marie shuffles into the room, rubbing her eyes. "Hey, princess. Did you have a good nap?" She nods then settles into his lap.

"Mummy made cookies."

"I can smell them."

"Mummy makes the best cookies, daddy." Marie kisses his cheek then stands up. She pulls on a pretty purple and blue kimono and starts setting up the tea party. She puts a laurel and silver crown on Tom's head from behind. "Daddy, you the hamsome pwince. And you askin' me for mummy to mawwy you so you be da king and she be the queen." She puts a horned headband on Jameson's head. "Bubba, you be da monser. You nap mummy and daddy save her." Marie pretends to pour tea to herself and Tom and Jameson.

You sit on the play structure eating your still warm cookie. Jameson stomps around the structure, growling and snarling. "Help, oh help. Rescue me, brave prince!" Marie climbs on top of the outdoor table.

"One mowe into da beach!" She raises her fist to the air. "Like dis, daddy."

"Just like that, princess. Perfect!" Tom pretends to gallop to the play structure. "I'm coming, lovely maiden!"

You fan yourself dramatically and pretend to faint as Jameson runs up the slide and jumps over you. He roars at Tom and claws the air. Tom and Jameson fight back and forth, but he let's the five year old win. "Please, please, Monster. Set the fair maiden free! I love her!"

Jameson stands over him. "Well, if my demands are met. I can let her go."

"What are your demands?" Tom sits up but Jameson pushes him back down. Tom falls dramatically.

"Pizza for dinner. And I get to stay up until midnight tonight."

"Deal!" They shake.

"Hey!" Tom runs up the slide and kisses you. "Ok, deal."

~*~

The clouds roll lazily through the white blue sky. You pet your fingers through Tom's hair. His head rises and falls with your every breath where he lays on your chest.

"You keep doing that and I'll going to fall asleep."

"After chasing the kids around this amazing park and that yummy picnic, I don't even need the hair play to sleep."

"Which one of us is going to stay up with Jameson tonight."

"Baby, he'll be out before 10. Running around your yard then here. Despite all the cookies that boy has eaten, he'll pass out after his bath."

"You're such a great mother." He sits up and turns to look down at you, laying his hand flat on your belly. "One day, I'll make you a mother again." Shit. Your stomach drops. He never ceases to make your butterflies frenzy.

Before you could respond, Marie comes running up. "Mummy! I dotta pee!" She holds herself and squeezes her thighs together.

You sit up and look around. Jameson runs up, having heard his sister yell.

"The nearest bathroom?"

"I think there's one on the other side. A bit of a walk."

Marie whines. "I gotta go now, daddy!"

"You're the faster runner. You take her." He nods and pulls his shoes on.

"Wait. Little girl. Men's room?"

"They should have a family restroom."

"Mummy!!! I gotta pee!" She begins to bounce frantically.

"Hang on, princess." Tom lifts her up and runs full out across the park. Marie's honey blonde pigtails bounce. She laughs like a maniac being jostled by Tom's running, momentarily forgetting her full bladder.

You pull your shoes on and throw the blanket over your arm and grab the picnic basket. You latch onto Jameson's hand and hurry in the direction Tom and Marie ran.

You knock on the door to the bathroom just as it opens. Marie is jabbering. "Mummy, did you see how fast daddy wan? I gots the best daddy eber!"

You fold the blanket but Tom takes it. "So what next, best daddy ever?"

Tom leans in and takes your chin. "I wanted to take you boating on the Thames but it's getting closer to dinner and Emma and Jack are coming over."

"Fantastic! Jameson adores Jack."

Jameson bursts out of the bathroom door, having overheard. "Jack's coming over again?! Yea!!"

"Did you wash your hands?"

"Yes, momma."

Tom interlaces his fingers with yours as the four of you head in the direction of the parking lot. "Storybook park was a fantastic idea. I don't think I've seen Marie this happy in awhile." Tom shrugs and ducks his head. "It was nice to just lay in the sunshine with you."

He nudges your shoulder with his. "I'm trying to get all the attention I can before you leave me." Your smile drops. "Hey, don't." He turns to you. "I'm sorry I mentioned it. Look, all I meant was- Shit. Kids, hold up." He cups your face and tilts your head up. "Baby, I didn't mean to make you sad. I know you're trying not to think about Sunday. I'm not either. But I want to make this week the best we can have so please don't be sad." His thumb caresses your cheek. You nod. "That's my girl. Let's go get pizza. I'm starving." He kisses your forehead.
Before your eyes even open the next morning, you can tell it's raining. After several days of sunshine, the London rain couldn’t hold off anymore. It was welcome too. The kids always slept better in the rain, especially early-riser Marie. You smile as you feel Tom rubbing your back, thinking you were still asleep.

“Baby, you’re so good to me.”

He smiles. “You’re even better to me, darling.” He pulls you even closer then rolls you so you're laying on top with your head tucked under his chin. He carefully kneads the muscles in your back, willing the tight spots to release. You can’t help the moans that fall from your lips. Tom kisses the top of your head as he works the last knot out.

“I’m never leaving this bed. I’m still tired from last night.”

Emma and Jack had come over, and despite all the running around Marie and Jameson both did, they still summoned the energy to run rampant all over the backyard, and insisted you and Tom and Aunt Emma and Uncle Jack run with them.

“You don’t have to, love. I’ll be with the children this morning if you want to sleep still.”

Tom gently rolls you back beside him and slips out from between the covers. He pads out of the room after pulling them back up around you and giving you another kiss. Making his way to the kitchen, he decides today will be a lazy day. He hasn’t had one in a long while, and it's a good day for one. He sets to making breakfast and tea and before long, Tom hears a shuffling behind him. He turns.

“Good morning, my princess.” Marie rubs her eyes, still heavy with sleep.

“G’mornin’ Daddy…where’s Mummy?”

“She’s still sleeping, sweet girl. So we have to be quiet and let her sleep, okay?”

Marie nods then looks out the window. “Daddy, it’s waining. How are we spos’ta play when it’s waining?”

Tom picks her up and brushes her hair out of her eyes and plants a kiss on her cheek. “Well princess, we’re going to have a lazy day today. We’ll watch movies and play inside games and all that. How does that sound?” Marie nods again in approval before Tom sets her down in her chair.

~*~

That afternoon, you're still wiped out but kinda taking advantage of the situation. Tom is amazing with the kids, just like you knew he would be. You lounge on the chair, Jameson curled up in your lap watching the movie Tom had slipped in the player.

“Momma, what is this?”

“It’s a little British cartoon, baby. Wallace and Gromit.”

“It looks so funny! Look at the guy’s big teeth!” Jameson points. He laughs as the cartoon plays out and the claymation characters acts out their scene. Tom comes into the living room with a small tray with some fruits and tea. He settles on the floor in front of your chair.

Marie hops around the room half-watching the little short. The dog certainly got her attention. “Mummy, it’s a cute puppy!”

“I know, baby. You gotta watch it!”

She settles on the floor beside Tom and laughs the whole way through the rest of the cartoon, mimicking it. She brings her arms up and shake them back and forth and yell 'Cheese, Gommit!!'. It sends everyone into fits of giggles.

When it's over, Marie turns around. “Is the moon really made of cheese, Mummy?”

“Of course, baby girl!”

“That’s so much cheese!” You and Tom both laugh as she and Jameson get up and look out the window to check the rain. It's still sprinkling.

Tom stands from his spot on the floor and pulls you up from your chair. “Cheese, eh?” He winks at you.

“Well, you know…maybe they teach something different here in England about the moon.”

“Well, I guess we’ll find out soon enough, won’t we?”

“I think we will.” You hadn’t told the kids yet about your decision. You want to wait for the right time, but you're certain they'll be very happy about it.

Tom and Jameson spend the afternoon building on the dining room floor. They push the table against the wall and set the chairs in strategic places. You and Marie sit on the the floor in the living room painting your nails and toe nails. Tom watches you every now and then. The way your lips part and the tip of your tongue presses against your top teeth as you concentrate. You can hear the two of them talking about soccer and rugby and tennis. Marie's singing 'Everybody wants to be a cat.' When her nails are dry, she jumps up and runs into the dining room.

"Daddy, sing beaw necessi-sing the beaw song!" You beam to yourself as the three of them sing Bear Necessities at the top of their lungs.

The rain picks up turning into a thunderstorm by the time the kids go to bed. You sit on Tom's lap on the floor between the beds, reading them Winnie the Pooh. Marie's breath turns heavy first then Jameson's. You stand up and lead Tom quietly from the room.

"Schools tomorrow, darling?" You nod. "Then the dinner party."

You turn to him, nervously. "Are you sure about this? I mean, meeting your parents is a big step."

"Darling, I met your parents in the first two weeks."

"Yes, but baby, you were living in my house."

"Listen to yourself."

"I guess I'm just scared to meet your mom and dad and Ben and Luke. This is big." He wraps his arms around you and folds you against his body.

"They're going to love you, my sweet. And the kids." He looks down at you as you look up. The moment falls away in a clap of thunder and a flash of lightning. His lips claim yours, capturing your top lip. His tongue meets yours as it darts out. He walks you forward as you walk back. Your back comes up against the glass of the back door. You both reach for the handle at the same time.

The air is warm but the rain is cool and soaks you both. Tom bends you back as he breaks the kiss. His mouth drops to your nipple, sucking and biting through the wet fabric. Your deep groan makes him shudder and take more of your breast into his mouth. Your ass bumps into the table.

"Pants off. Now." You nod and wiggle out of the yoga pants. He lifts you up onto the table. His mouth takes yours energetically. You return the kiss with fervor, your hands diving into his wet hair. He reaches down and slips two fingers inside you. He speaks against your lips. "Ah god You're so wet." His thumb presses your clit making your body jerk. "Always ready for me."

You nuzzle your nose against his, your lips brushing back and forth on his. "I want you. All the time."

You hook your toes onto the waistband of his track pants and push them down. He grunts breathlessly as his cock springs free. You begin to shiver. From the rain and anticipation. "You make me want bad things." He grabs your hair hard, making you gasp. He teases your entrance, watching your mouth fall open in need, your eyes glaze over. He can't help himself. He licks your lips before kissing you again as he drives into you, muffling your gasping shouts. Each one loud and punctuating his thrusts. Your nails bite into the back of his skull and rake down his arm. Your legs wrap around him, bracing your feet on his thighs. You can feel the muscles work beneath the soles of your feet. His pelvic bone rubs your clit in this position, making you gasp and shake.

"God, I love you."

He kisses you deeply, holding you by your hair. His voice is shakey and breathy. "I love you. So so much." Your back arches, your head falling back. He kisses your throat, licking and sucking the rain from your skin, paying close attention to the hollow of your throat. His teeth scrape your collarbone. Each thrust drives his cock against your cervix, skirting the line of pain.

He grabs your thighs and opens them wider, holding then higher. You lean back on your elbows. Your cries get higher and higher. He glances down to watch himself disappear inside you. He shudders. "Look, my darling. Look how well we fit." You do as he says, watching him thrust inside you. He watches you watch. He lets go of one of your legs to rub your clit. The rain makes it slick. Thunder pops and makes you jerk. "Christ!"

He thrusts harder into you. Your body tenses. "Thomas!"

"Cum, baby. Cum for me." He grits his teeth, pounding into you. "Cum, my sweet." It becomes a chant, calling you every pet name he's given you in the last almost 4 months. Your body shakes then stiffens when the orgasm tears through you. You drop back onto the table.

"Oh god, Thomas! Oh! God!" You convulse with the intensity of it. He leans over you and lets go. Flesh makes a wet slap over and over until he cries out. You feel his cock twitch inside you. His head hangs then he collapses on top of you, inadvertently shielding you from the rain.

Neither of you say anything. He pulls his pants up. You pick up yours. The pair of you hurry to the bathroom, dripping water in a telltale trail. He kisses you more as the two of you towel off. Your hands are all over each other. You fall into bed, kissing and touching. It's another few hours and orgasms later before you fall asleep, spent, sweaty and sated, tangled together.
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