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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 and Tom follow the headmaster of the first school as he leads you through the halls, showing off all the things that would be available for Jameson. “And here we have our engineering lab for our older students. Grades five and older have full access to this lab. How old is your son?”

“He’s only five now. He’s gonna love this.”

Tom nods. “You should have seen him last night, just building that blanket fort. He wanted to make sure it was properly supported! This school is perfect for him, darling, he will love it.”

The headmaster leads the two of you to the office to sign a few things to save a spot for Jameson when the time came for him to actually enroll. Apparently, it's quite difficult to get into this school and Tom knows that. He doesn’t want you or Jameson to miss out on this opportunity.

But you start to feel the pressure. A lot of changes are about to be made and it's happening really fast. You pause a blow a deep breath out as you sign the last paper. You poise the pen and almost freeze. Tom runs a hand across your back. “Darling? Are you okay?"

You snap to attention. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’m just- I’m all right.” You sign the last line.

The impending apprehension follows you to the next school, a ballet conservatory for Marie. The instructor has a very stern face and doesn’t seem to have time for games. For your sweet face Marie, that isn’t going to go over well. Right off the bat, you worry.

The instructor looks you both over and you feel like you've been called to the principal’s office. It isn’t necessarily a feeling you wanted to pass on to your daughter. “Here at the Carlisle Conservatory of Dance, we are very particular about who we allow to attend. All our students here have auditioned and worked to get to their level. And we make it very clear they will continue to work that hard during their time here.”

Tom doesn’t seem to notice her near-scowl as he smiles at her. She leads you down the halls and stops in front of various doors to showcase the students’ works. “As you can see, our students are the pinnacle of modern dance. We make sure they stay that way. We shape them and mold them into the best they can be.”

Your first thought was, that wouldn’t happen to be with an electric cattle prod, would it?, but it never left your mouth fortunately.

“What would be the first step in the admission process?”

“First, your daughter would have to audition. After the audition comes the entrance exams. Then a panel of judges examine both scores together and come to a mutual decision.” The idea of your Marie having to go through that brings your mind to a screeching halt. This is not what you had in mind when Tom said a ballet school. You don’t know what you had been thinking, but it was definitely not this.

On the way back to the house, Tom holds your hand and talks excitedly about everything the two of you had seen. He uses his right hand to drive through London traffic. “And did you see the stage Marie would be performing on? She will absolutely love it, darling, don’t you think? Darling? Love, are you listening?”

The truth is you aren’t. You snap your head up as silence falls over the car. “Yeah! I’m listening. I heard every word, baby.”

Tom stops at a light and gives you a look. “Then tell me the last thing I said.”

You open your mouth to speak, but you can’t will a sound to come out. Tom can’t help the small smile but didn’t let up. “Talk to me. What’s wrong? What are you thinking about?”

You sigh. There's so much to say. You're afraid once you start, you won’t stop. When the light changes, Tom turns his focus to the road again but keeps your hand in his. He runs his thumb over your knuckles lightly.

As he comds to a stop in front of his house, he turns to you. “Now. Tell me what’s going on in that great gorgeous head of yours.”

With a deep breath, you spill it. “This is huge, Tom. Enormous. I’m looking at schools for my children for when we leave the only place they’ve ever known to come live here. Thousands of miles away from their grandparents and their friends and even their favorite park. And it’s not that I don’t want to do this. I don’t regret a moment of this, but this is huge. Four months ago, you were this fantasy in my head that I was sure would never happen. Now, I’m sitting in your car and living in your house and sleeping in your bed and- and…using your tea kettle for chri’sakes. And later tonight, I’m going to meet your parents and your best friend. This is massive and life-changing, and it’s happening really, really fast.”

Tom cocks his head. His eyes speak how hurt he felt at your confession and it breaks your heart. “Are you saying…you don’t want to do this?”

“No! I want this because I want you. But you have to appreciate how big this is.” Tom drops his head and nods. You hate seeing him like this. You take your hand and raise his head back, looking him deep in his eyes. “I love you. And I want to do this with you. Build a whole life. I just need you to be patient with me. Please.”

“I didn’t think about that. I’m sorry. I should have realized. I-…I’m so sorry, my love. Please forgive me.” Tom spouts off. He pulls you in for a hug and kisses you.

“Of course.” He brushes your lips. Your nerves die down a bit, but the evening is still ahead of you. And somehow, you have to make it through that.
The brush moves steadily through your hair. You close your eyes, enjoying the comforting motion. Tom's hand smoothes your tresses after each pass of the brush. You sigh. He lays the brush down then pushes your hair to the side. His soft lips touch upon the tense muscles in your shoulders and neck.

"Darling? You can relax. It's over. They've all gone home."

His fingertips push into your neck muscles, working out the knots.

"I know. Remember how I told you that I get these surreal moments where I feel like this is a dream. I'm having one of those." He leans in to kiss your ear.

"Tell me. Maybe saying it out loud will make it fell more real."

You take a deep breath and sigh. The tension you'd be feeling and that you touched upon in the car finally spills out your mouth.

"I'm terrified, Tom." His hands stop. You swallow and let it all out. "I'm positively terrified that you're going to realize I'm just some girl from middle of nowhere America with two kids from a suspected murderer. That you're going to realize you can do better. That there's someone out there who's smart and beautiful and talented and runs in the same social circles as you. And comes where you come from. And have much more in common than some country single mom. I'm terrified that I'm going to fall even further down this rabbit hole and sell my home and move my children from the only place they've ever known and then you're going to realize that you can do so much better than some fan you met while filming." You twist your hands together and turn to face him, drawing your knee up where you sit between his legs. His frown is set in stern lines. A face you've only seen this face as Coriolanus and Loki.

"Why would you ever say something like that? You're more than 'some fan' and you're just as good as anyone else out there. You're better, in fact. Because I know you. And I love you. I know this is overwhelming. I didn't realize just how much. You've seen my life. My REAL life. You don't think I worry that you're going to realize that being with me might be more of a headache than I'm worth? That the media, the scrutiny, the separation might be too much and you want to save yourself, and the children for that matter, especially the children, from it? From me? But I look at you and I see the person put on this earth for me." He cups your face and stares into your eyes. "I love you. More than anyone I've ever known. You feel the same, don't you?"

"Yes." You rest your hands on his wrists. "The schools today. It all felt so real and too much. Are we being selfish? I mean. Am I doing them harm by taking them away from our support system? Everything they've ever known to be with the man I love?"

"I don't know about that. Is wanting happiness being selfish? No. And I don't believe you're doing them harm. It's not as if you'll never go back once you move here. And they can visit. Your family is welcome. And if you haven't noticed, I'm loaded so don't worry about them not being able to afford it." His thumbs caress your cheeks. "I'll do anything to make you happy."

You smile shyly. "Can we slow it down a bit?"

"If that's what you want." Your thumbs trace the veins on the backs of his hands.

"I like the Academy for Jameson, but that ballet school is not going to happen."

He laughs suddenly. "And why's that?" He kisses your nose then lets go of your face.

"For one, that headmistress was a bitch." Tom scoots back on the bed, settling back in the pillows.

A happy smile takes you. The last few months had been the happiest in a long time. The dinner party tonight let you into a side of Thomas's world that you'd never dreamt of being in. His mother and father seemed to like you. Though you saw the way his father's mouth turned down every time Marie called Tom 'Daddy'. Ben and Sophie seemed to accept you, but you could sense their apprehension, especially with the new baby and all. But truly, the one you worried about the most was Luke. He'd been quiet for the most part. He'd watched you and how you reacted and interacted, how you and Tom behaved together. No doubt, he'd begin vetting you as soon as he got into the office in the morning. That is if he hadn't already.

You crawl up the bed and settle against his chest. He sighs heavily and wraps his arms around you. "I know it's the best but I don't think it's the place for Marie. I think it's too sterile and stern. Marie is more lively and open. I want her to be the best she can be but I feel like that place would crush her spark."

His fingers comb through your hair. "You're her mother and I trust you know what's best for her. I'll keep looking. Is that alright?"

"Yes, baby."

"Good. I've only got two more days with you and I want them to be as wonderful as we can make them." He squeezes you and you're suddenly reminded of how soon this was going to end.

Two days from now, you'd be on a plane back to Indiana, back to your life. Without Tom. Your eyes sting with tears and your chest squeezes tight. You bury your face into his chest. "Darling?" You don't answer. "Darling?" You still don't answer. He pulls you up and crushes you to his chest. "Don't cry, my love." He holds you tighter, trying to wrangle in his own emotions, his own tears. "I'll be in the States in a month or two." He kisses your hair, smoothing his hand down your back.

"I love you."

"I love you."

"Show me." He tips your chin up. His eyes search your face, wiping away tears and unruly hair. His lips take yours tenderly. Tom reaches blindly and shuts off the light.

Thomas shows you how much me loves you. With kisses and touches. His mouth and hands worship your body until you're breathless and crying for a wholly different reason. When he finally slips inside you, it's almost too much. He pins your hands to the bed at sides of your head, fingers locked together. Neither of you look away. You cum together, panting and shaking, holding onto each other's hands.

Sleep finds you, locked in each other's arms, pressed tightly together.
"So dad...what do you think?"

"What do you mean?"

"Of (y/n) and the children. What did you think of them? They're wonderful, aren't they?"

Tom speaks excitedly to his dad the next morning while you're still asleep. He's quietly making breakfast in his small kitchen.

“Well, I suppose so, yes. I hardly know anything about her. At least, she didn’t have much to say to me.” James Hiddleston drolled on the other end of the line.

“Well, you made a bit of an imposing scene last night, dad. I’m surprised she said anything.”

“I did nothing of the sort, young man.” He couldn’t help himself. James Hiddleston had always wanted the very best for his children and worked hard to make it happen for them. And the idea of any woman coming into his only son’s life made him wary. Especially a fan, who wasn’t unfamiliar with how much money he made, with two children in tow.

“Dad. Be honest, please. What did you think of her?”

James sighs. To be absolutely honest, he'd never seen his son so happy. The way Tom beamed at you and the kids, it was like you were the only things in the world.

“Does she make you happy?”

“Unbelievably, dad.”

“And what about that little girl of hers…”

“Marie.”

“Yes, her. Why does she call you Daddy?” He's suspicious, especially if the intent of that was less than pure. But Tom laughs it off.

“I'm the closest thing to a father she’s ever had. Her real father was never there for her. Or Jameson, for that matter. He decided after they were born he didn’t want anything to do with them. But dad, it’s all right. I know what you’re thinking- and she’s called me that all on her own for months now. It wasn’t part of some secret plot to ingratiate them to me. She would never do something like that.”

James sighs again. “I just don’t want to see you hurt again like when you were with that Arthy woman, son.”

“(Y/n) is nothing like Jane. I would never have let her in if she was.”

“Well…in that case, as long as she makes you happy, then I’m happy for you.”

Tom grins at his dad’s confession. To have his parents’ approval meant the world to him in this matter. “Thanks very much, dad. It really means a lot to me.”

“Yes well, you would have stayed with her anyway, wouldn’t you? It’s like when I tried to convince you to leave acting and look how well that went, eh?”

“I think we can both agree who won that argument, though.”

They share a quiet laugh, before exchanging goodbyes. Before he hangs up, James tells Tom to call his mother. “I’m sure she’d love to tell you what she thinks of everything, she usually does!”

Tom finishes his first cup of coffee as his phone chimes. It's a text message from Luke. *I assume you realize I’ve run her name down, yes? -LW*

Tom raises his eyebrows and nods to himself. *I have no doubt, even if I’d asked you not to -T*

*Good, I did anyway. Did you know she was in the to 20% of her class? -LW*

*No, no idea. See, nothing to worry about -T*

*Did you also know the father of her children is currently in prison back in the States for possible murders? Did she happen to leave that part out? -LW*

*I know all about that Luke. I was there when he was arrested because he attacked us that evening as we were leaving her home. -T* There's a few minutes of silence before Tom responds again. *Luke I know you’re just doing your job and trying to protect me. But she’s been an open book from day one. There’s nothing she would hide from me. I love her. I know she loves me. -T*

*All right. I can’t say anything else, but I can tell she supports you. You should have seen her that night at the ESTA’s, she was exactly as I’d hoped for you. -LW*

Tom smiles. The two hardest votes are won in your favor, and with hardly any fight. He couldn’t wait to tell you.

Tom sneaks back upstairs to find you now half awake and reaching for him on his side of the bed. He just watches for a minute before you find his pillow blindly and hug it close. You breath in his whole scent- the shampoo he used, the Kiehls’ soap he lathered up with every morning, mixed with the way his skin naturally smelled. You'd never find another scent like it if you looked a hundred years. You want to bottle it and keep it for when you had to go back home.

He can’t stand the sight anymore. Tom toes off his running shoes and slips around to the far side of the bed. He crawls onto the mattress slowly, trying to keep you from waking up fully. He reaches out and gently pulls the pillow out of your grasp then tugs your arms around him. You breathe in deeply as you pull him even closer than you had the pillow, twining your fingers around the strings of his hoodie and the split down the middle. He kissed your forehead and your cheeks as you wake up little by little, opening your eyes last.

Tom loves watching your sleepy eyes open and smile at him. It makes him feel whole. Like he's found something he didn’t know he was missing until right then. “Good morning, my darling.”

“G’morning, baby.”

“What do you want to do today? We can do anything you want, love.”

“I don’t care,” you whisper. “As long as I’m with you."
Mrs. Hiddleston sips her wine then laces her fingers together. "Thomas tells me you're going to school for your masters degree?"

"Yes, in psychology."

"You already have your bachelor's?"

"Yes, ma'am. Magna cum laud."

"That is impressive. How long have you been a librarian?" You start to feel interrogated and it's not pleasant. You had met Jimmy's mom under very different circumstances and she'd grown to be a second mother. Meeting Tom's mom is not going as you'd hoped.

"I've been a librarian for ten years. I started out part time after my father's heart attack when I went back to school. They hired me on full time a year later. And I was promoted to head librarian four years after that." You tilt your head to the side and squint your eyes slightly. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Hiddleston, but am I interviewing to date your son?"

Her smirk set your nerves on end. "Mother, I hope you didn't invite us to lunch to interrogate her on her last day in London."

"My apologies if its coming off like that. I merely want to get to know the woman who has managed to win the heart of my only son."

"There are better ways to do that."

"Not when she lives half a world away, Thomas. It's not like I can invite her out to lunch spur of the moment."

"Once she graduates, they'll be moving here with me."

"After I have a job, Tom. I'm not just moving here and expecting you to support the kids and I."

"I told you-"

His mother eyes the exchange. You hold up your hand. This path of conversation isn't one you wanted to go down with his mother in public. "We're not discussing this here." You glance at the kids playing in the grass courtyard. "Mrs. Hiddleston, you are welcome to call me anytime and talk."

"I'll do just that. There is one thing I feel I must address."

"Yes, mum?"

She looks over her shoulder at the children playing together. Your stomach twists. "Why does Marie call Thomas 'Daddy' when he's clearly not? You've only known each other four months."

"Mrs. Hiddleston-"

"Please, call me Diana."

Tom squeezes your hand then laces his fingers with yours. His thumb caresses your thigh. You glance down at your hands and smile. Just the simple act of holding your hand calms you. His large hand dwarfing yours somehow made you feel safe, secure. You look at Tom. His soft smile is encouraging, supporting. You know if you don't answer, he will.

"Diana, Marie chose to call Tom 'daddy' on her own. They actually kept it a secret from me for awhile. She never knew her father and Tom has been one in every sense of the word."

"But don't your children have the same father?"

"They do. Jimmy and I were wild. I'm not going to lie. But my father nearly died. That changed my life. Then Jameson came. And Jimmy didn't quite get with the program that it was time to grow up. I found out I was pregnant with Marie. And Jimmy decided he didn't want kids. He ran. He's never seen her."

Tom watches many things pass over your face and his mom's. "Does Jameson see his father?"

"No, he hasn't since Jimmy left. He gets a call on his birthday and promises that are always broken."

"That's awful." You shrug. Tom catches your chin and turns you to face him. You hadn't told him about the gut-wrenching phone calls that ruin your son's birthday every year. His thumb caresses your cheek. "But he doesn't call Tom 'Daddy'?"

"No, he asked me once if he had to and I told him no. That it was between the two of them."

"I'm going to be blunt with you both. I want only happiness for my son. Just as you do for your son. The only other time I've seen Thomas this happy is when he's acting. I don't want to see him taken advantage of."

"I have no intention of doing that." The conversation continues, but you feel like you've been put on point.
You settle onto he couch and pull the blanket about your lap. The kids sit on the floor, coloring. Tom drops down next to you and pulls the blanket over his lap. His arm curls around your shoulders. "She hates me." You rest your forehead on his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him.

His lips press to your head as his fingers comb through your hair then rest at the back of your neck. "She doesn't hate you. She just doesn't know you." He holds your head against his lips. You close your eyes and breath him in again. He tilts your head up and presses his lips to yours.

You sigh. "I love you."

"I love you."
The last of your stuff has been packed and the suitcases put by the door. In the morning, you and the kids were leaving this fantasy world behind and going home. It wasn't at all what you wanted to happen. In fact, you'd like nothing more than to freeze time and stay right where you are, wrapped in Tom's arms.

He strokes your hair and studies your face, committing every detail to memory. Every little freckle and eyelash. You look deep into his eyes as they scan yours.

Neither of you say much. You don't know what to say anyway. How can you tell the man you love you're terrified to leave because surely he'll find someone else instead? That you want nothing more than to spend the rest of your days here with him? And how can Tom fully express to you how empty his home will feel once you leave? He wants to think he was used to the quiet, but after these last two weeks, it will be unbearable. There will be no blanket fort building. No coloring books with princess pictures. No beautiful woman he loved making dinner flitting around his kitchen.

Tom wraps a hand around the back of your head and pulls your lips against his. He whispers, "I love you," and kisses you softer and more loving than you'd ever been kissed. You reach up and cup his face, tracing your fingertips over the lines that frame his mouth. You love those. As the kiss breaks gently, you rest your forehead against his. You slide your body to press against his and feel him stir against your hip. Thank god. You need that more than anything else.

You kiss Tom again, deeper this time. He slides his free hand to the hem of your night shirt and pushes it up. Your fingers creep into his hair and grip it. Neither of you let go of the others' eyes as you push Tom's shorts down off his hips and his cock springs free. He grabs the back of your top leg and pulls it around him then slides his fingers across your wet slit. You moan as he brushes your clit. He traces a finger around it, drawing it out.

You move your fingers across his lower stomach, tracing patterns with the tips. They follow the outline of his defined abdomen and make their way to his hard cock. He's desperate for you, just as you're for him. You wrap your fingers around him and listen as his breath catches in his throat. Slowly, you pump him. You still hold each other's eyes like the other will disappear if you look away.

You guide him to your entrance and watch his jaw slack as he pushes inside of you. You hardly contain your own reaction, a whimper as he fills you to your very limit. Tom grips your hips tightly as he begins to move. He can't help himself. He's more desperate than he's ever been to feel you come undone with him. He picks up his pace as your eyes blur with tears. A torrent of them soon fall from Tom's own eyes. You move your own hips to meet with his thrusts. Both your moans and cries fill the room as you drive closer and closer to your climax.

"Please love, cum for me," Tom begs through quiet sobs. He slips his fingers between your bodies to circle your clit. You rake your fingers through his hair and down his back, memorizing every muscle and patch of skin, scratching as you went. A few more brushes against you and you keen. You arch your back and press your breasts to his chest and feel him buck hard against you. He found his own release with a deep groan, riding it out inside you.

As Tom softened and pulled out of you gently, your tears keep coming. So did his. He pulls you tight against him and you wrap your arms around him. You can't get close enough. You try to comfort each other through your own tears and subdued sobs. He begs you not to leave. You tell him you have to.

"It's for one school year. That's only nine months in the States. And then we'll be here permanently. As long as you'll still have us."

"I would have you forever. I love you."

"I love you." You both fall into a restless sleep. Tomorrow is sure to be a nightmare come true.
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