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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 looked for Tom at the library the next morning, but he didn't show up in the four short hours it was open. Grandpa Davis pulls into the driveway just you got to your front gate.

"Hey, pretty lady!"

"Hey, Jack!" You pause and wait for Jimmy's dad to get out of his truck. He hugs you in a fierce bear hug. The two of you walk into the house together. "Look who I found outside!"

"Papawl!"

"Well, look at my pretty princess." He picks up Marie and spins her around. "I'll pick her up from the recital. Denise has been planning tonight all week."

"Did you guys get everything settled with the bank?"

"Yea, Jimmy's check came just in time. And before I forget, here's yours." He hands you an envelope of cash.

"Jack, I've told you. You and Denise need it more than I do." You try to hand it back, but he won't take it.

"And I've told you that my son is going to pay for these kids whether he knows or likes it or not." You've had this argument countless times over the last two years, but you still have it.
The sun shines at its apex. Sweat rolls down your back. The bikini top and shorts offered you some relief, but the Midwestern summer sun was in full effect early this year. The pool just needed water, which should be delivered any time now. You'd mowed the grass, used the weed eater and now, were on your hands and knees pulling weeds from the flower beds.

"Hello?"

"Back here!"

You hear the gate open and close with a wood on metal squeaky protest. "How was the recital?"

"She did fantastic. I'm so proud of her."

"Where is she? I got her something."

"This is their weekend with Jimmy's parents."

"Oh." You turn around and sit down on the grass. Looking up, Tom has not one but two bouquets. You suddenly feel severely undressed and filthy. "Well, then I guess I'll leave these with you and be on my way."

"Oh ok." You stand up, brushing off your hands as you lead him into the house. His eyes are an itch in your back. He can't help it.

When he stepped into the back yard and found you bent over, his thoughts were far from pure. And yes, he'd looked down the delicious cave your breasts made in the bikini top. He is only just a man after all. He needed to adjust himself, but with both hands full, he'd have to suffer the press of the seam of his jeans on his genitals. His eyes drank in your slightly tan, muscular back and the way the denim shorts hugged your ass so perfectly. Did he just whimper?

You pull two mason jars out of a cabinet. At some silent question, you answer. "Great for sweet tea and moonshine. And flowers." You fill then up halfway. You add the plant food that comes with them and cut off half the length of the stems.

"She'll love them."

"Well, the daisies are for Marie, but the roses are for you."

"Thank you." You look down into the flowers. Jimmy never got you flowers.

"I better be going."

"Ok." You come around the counter. "But first." You lean up and kiss his cheek. "For the flowers."

He looks at you with hunger in his eyes. "You're welcome." His arm wraps around to rest his hand at the small of your back. "I really should get going. Before I -" As he speaks, his mouth gets closer to yours, his hand at your back guiding you closer to him.

A horn honks in the alley. "That'll be the water for the pool." He lets you go and watches at you bounce down the steps of your back porch. He adjusts his half-erection. Saved from ungentlemanly behavior again. There was something about you that made him forget all propriety.

You head out to the alley to meet the truck and recognize the driver. "Hi Sam! How are you?"

"Hey! How are you, doll? Where are those hellions of yours?" Sam joked.

"Hey now, don't talk trash about my precious hellions," you banter back. Sam played the local jack-of-all-trades in your small town. "How long do you think it'll take today? I got new suits for us last week, and I'm itching to use them."

Sam scowls a bit, thinking and after a minute guesses, "I'd say about an hour? You just have to wait for all the chemicals to get right. That may take longer than the actual filling." As he explains, you peek around and see Tom standing at the back door. You jerk your head, motioning for him to come join you. He slides the glass door open and carefully saunters toward you. The ache in his jeans hadn't subsided much, seeing you standing there and imagining what you must look like stepping out of that pool after it was filled.

Tom discreetly slid his hand around your waist and rested it on your back again. And even in the hot sun, you got goosebumps from it. Sam looked up from his task and walked over to the two of you with his hand extended. "Hey, I don't believe I've met you, I'm Sam."

Tom meets his handshake with equal enthusiasm and introduces himself. "I haven't had the pleasure, I'm Tom. Great to meet you, Sam." His British accent throws Sam off course for a moment. "Wow...how did a Brit end up in Middle America?"

Tom laughs before answering. "I'm here for a short while, some film work and research."

"Oh, you're an actor? Cool stuff, man. Well hey, let me know if you ever want to grab a beer. I know a LOT about this town. Grew up here."

You roll your eyes behind your sunglasses. "Yeah, take it from the resident bullshiter at the bar," you say with a laugh. Sam feigns hurt. "I can't believe you would say that about me. Ater all I've done for you!"

"Oh you mean, after all you've put me through? Believe it, baby!" You feel Tom's fingers stroking your skin and remember he said he had to go. "I'll be right there if you still need to head out."

Tom nods and you can feel his eyes burning into you through his own sunglasses. He squeezes his hand on your back again before slowly walking toward the gate again. You rush over to Sam and wrap your hand around his arm. "I didn't know you were seeing anybody, girl. And British? Damn, it's like a dream come true for you."

"Listen Sam, I'm not really seeing him. I mean, I don't know. Maybe I am. Anyway, listen- do not say anything to Jimmy about this. He gets crazy, you know that."

Sam wrinkles his brow. "You think I still talk to Jimmy? We may have been friends for a long time, but I can't forgive him for what he did to you and the kids. Walking out like that? That shit's unforgivable, honey. Don't worry, he won't hear a word from me."

You smile and thank him before walking over to the gate to meet Tom again. "It looks like you have a very relaxing day ahead of you."

"Yeah, it should be good. It gets kinda lonely though, with no one else to swim with." You bite your lip and see Tom seize for a moment. "So, if you're not doing anything later...you could come by. If you wanted to." God, you felt like you were in high school again. What the hell.

Tom smiles and drop his head. "I, uh...I might have to do that." He picks his head up and raises his hand to cup your cheek. He pulls you in for a kiss, not unlike the one he left you with the night before. You were left just as breathless. "Maybe I'll see you tonight, then." Tom walks away slowly.

As he slid into his car and drove away, you hear Sam yell out sarcastically, "Yeah, you're not seeing each other. Okay, I buy that!" You blush crimson as you turn around and yell back, "Just shut up and fill my pool, dork."
You sit at the computer, making notes and typing on the computer. You tuck the pen in the base of your ponytail when the knock on your door comes. You take a sip of wine then get up to answer the door. Tom turns as you open it.

"Up for that swim?"

You push open the screen door to let him in. "I just have to test the water." He watches you walk through the house. Music he's never heard before fills the house. He walks through the dining room.

You come back in. "The pH is acceptable. Do you have a suit?"

He holds up a pair of trunks. "Just bought some. I'm not interrupting you, am I?"

"I was just writing." You hurry over and minimize the screen.

"I'd love to read it."

Fuck. Fuck. You were SO not letting him read your fan fiction. "Um, actually. . .it's uh-" Are you actually turning your leg in and digging your toes into the carpet like a bashful child? "It's about you."

"Oh. Really?" A curious light gleams in his crystal blue eyes. "Now, I'd really like to read it."

"Aw shit."

"What?"

"You can't. It's too embarrassing."

He laughs. "What could be so..." His voice trails off as he sees how much your blushing. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." He tips your chin up. "Truly."

"It's fan fiction." You blurt. "Erotic fantasy fan fiction." He blinks. "See. You can't read it. I'll be too embarrassed. Then you'll be embarrassed and things will be awkward."

He abruptly kisses you, holding your shoulders before sliding his hands up to hold your face. "You're absolutely adorable. I won't read it, but I'd like to some day." Jesus jumped up Christ, he's going to give you a heart attack.

"The pool's ready. I just need to change into a suit. You can use the downstairs bathroom to change." You take a step back then another then another before you turn around and practically run upstairs to change into your tankini.

You perform the quickest bathing suit change you've ever done, double checking you were actually all the way IN the suit. The last thing you wanted was to come down and your boobs were falling out. Like you weren't embarrassed enough. You come back down the stairs in time to see Tom come out of the bathroom all changed. God, what a sight that was. He looked like he was in "Adam" shape from Only Lovers Left Alive. You bite the inside of your cheek to focus on not falling down the stairs. Apparently, you have the same effect on him. He devours you with his eyes as you glide down the last few steps. He tries to be discreet while licking his lips, but you catch him. You come to a stop in front of him. It seems both of you needed a minute to swallow and find words. You finally ask, "Can I get you anything to drink?"

He responds with a whisper at first, then finds his voice. "Yes...yes, thank you." You step back into the kitchen and reach high for the cabinet above the fridge. Your tankini comes up and exposes the skin on your side. Before you can reach down to cover it back up, Tom's fingers slide across it but withdraw quickly. You can tell he's trying to be a gentleman, no matter how badly he was failing so far.

His eyebrows go up in a happy surprise as he recognizes the bottle you pull down. "Jameson? A girl after my own heart, it seems."

You smile a little. "I have to admit, it's one of my favorites."

"Really? You don't hear that every day."

"Well, Irish girl, Irish whiskey. Have you ever had an Irish Mule?"

Tom shakes his head. "No, I can't say that I have."

You reach into the fridge and pull out a ginger beer and a lime and set them on the counter. "Then you're in for a treat."

You start to mix the drinks, and Tom takes a seat at the bar watching. "So, is that why your son's name is Jameson? Because of the drink?"

You pull a guilty face. "Technically? No. It's a tradition in their dad's family that the first-born son be called 'Jimmy'. My ex was very insistent. I was also very insistent that I was the one who carried him and gave birth to him that we name him something *I* liked as well. So, we decided on Jameson because we both liked it, and we'd call him Jimmy. But...the drink was a big source of inspiration for me." Tom laughs at you as you blush a bit. "And if you ever tell my son he's named after an alcohol brand, I'll deny it til the day I die!" You laugh yourself, you can't help it.

Tom calms down from his own laughing fit after a few minutes. "What about Marie? Where did that name come from?"

You smile. "Marie has been a little princess from the moment she was born. She was fussy and everything had to be just so to make her happy. I didn't have a name when she was born. The next day it just came to me. She reminded me of Marie Antoinette, so Marie it was." You look up from cutting the lime to see Tom smiling at you. If it were anyone else, it probably would have been unnerving. But something about it made you relaxed. This man had to have superpowers or something. There was no other explanation. You pop the limes down into the drinks and slide a mason jar over to Tom. "Come on, let's enjoy these outside."

You drop down on the edge of the deck that Sam helped you move into place before he left. Your feet make a small splash in the water. You sip the drink, twitching your lips at the initial taste. Tom sits down next to you.

"Tell me more about you. As a fan, I'm sure you know loads about me."

You bring the glass to your lips. "There's not much to tell. My mom and daddy live out by the exit to the interstate. He's a farmer. She's a waitress here in town." You take a long draw off the drink, feeling it warm you and loosen your tongue. "I was a wild child though. Jason -you met my brother- he was the good kid. Terrible grades but a good kid. Never did anything wrong or at least never got caught." You look at him. "What do you think?" You nod at the mason jar in his hand.

He immediately takes a drink. "It's different. But I much prefer my Jameson neat or with water."

You shrug. "It's not for everyone."

His hand drops to your knee and gives a squeeze. "Go on." Your attention focuses on that hand until he takes notice and moves it, getting the wrong impression by your sudden distraction. "Where was I? Oh. Yes. Jason good kid. Me wild child. I drank and smoked, smoked weed, got into fights in school. That's how I met Jimmy. In detention. He was two years ahead of me. A gorgeous bad boy but dumber than a box of rocks."

Tom watches you, a half smile on his lips, taking a drink every once in awhile. "So you're a bad girl gone straight."

You grin behind the rim of the glass, teeth taking the edge then pressing your tongue to the lid grooves. "Oh Thomas, I'm still a bad girl. I just don't get caught."

Something about the way you say his name just goes through him. Or maybe it's the playful sparkle in your eyes. Or that he's imagining your teeth and tongue on parts of his body. He sets his glass down, watching you intently.

"Jimmy and I were pretty intense. High school love. Bad boy and country wild child. Graduation came and neither of us had any idea what we were doing with our lives." You hold the jar with both hands, resting it on your knees. "My dad's heart attack changed me. He had what they call the widow maker. Only 1 in 5 survive. I don't know. I just couldn't let my daddy go into the grave thinking I was a failure. I straightened up my act. Got into community college then transferred to the university when I'd completed my associate degree. I was in my third year of my bacholers when I found out I was pregnant with Jameson. I took a year off so I could concentrate on being a good mom. Jimmy didn't get it though. He hung around for another year but when I came up pregnant with Marie, he cut and ran." You take a long drink.

"Does he ever see the children?"

"No. Doesn't want to. He only visits his parents once or twice a year." You set your glass down and laugh. "Last time he came home, I was seeing a farmer from the next town over. Got into a bar brawl over it. Stupid. I guess he'll always see me as his even if he doesn't want me anymore."

Tom sees his chance and pulls you both into the water. You cry out surprised but come up laughing. "Well, what if I want you now?"

You wipe the water from your face, both of you bobbing, proposefully not letting your feet touch. "Oh you can have me, Mr. Hiddleston. Unashamedly, whatever you want."

He laughs, throwing his head back. My god, his neck is gorgeous in the moonlight with water dripping down. The desire to kiss and lick the water trails is sudden and fierce. Your face flushes from drink and excitement. "I'll remember you said that."

The two of you move closer together. "Why do you want me? I'm just a small town librarian with two small children."

He touches the side of your hair. "You're strong and confident. I watched you help so many different people at the library. You nearly always had a smile on your face. You're beautiful, stunning actually." His hand moves to the back of your neck and base of your skull. "And you make me want to do very bad things to you." His knee comes up between your legs. You whimper involuntarily when his mouth takes yours. You wrap your arms around his shoulder, sliding down his thigh, his other arm wraps around your waist.

Just before you throw all your caution to the wind, you pull away from the kiss. "No, not here...the neighbors, they'll hear." Tom looks at you. "I, uh...I get a little loud sometimes."

His eyes widen and darken with lust. "Oh, you just keep getting better and better, darling." He grabs you by the waist and all but throws you onto the edge of the pool. You stand as he pushes himself out with ease. Those damn triceps would kill you if you let them, and you just might tonight. You both scramble to the door. Before you can get to it, Tom grabs you and pulls you in for a long, deep kiss. His tongue traces your full lips, and you part them for him. He slides in and begins to taste every corner of your mouth. You do the same and your fingers slide up into his hair. Part of you still thinks there's no way this moment is happening, but no dream could be this good.

In a swift motion, he bends down and grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you up. You wrap your legs around him as he carries you into the house. He breaks the kiss so that he can see where he's going, so you move on to the rest of his body you can reach. His neck, his ears, the curve where his shoulder meets, the hollow of his throat. Every crevice and patch of skin is kissed or licked. You can feel him growing against the bottom of your thigh as he walks up the stairs to your bedroom. He uses your back to push the door open all the way and falls on top of you when he reaches the bed. Now, it's his turn.

He starts kneading the flesh on the back of your legs and moves his lips to your neck. You moan at the feel of his hands roaming over you. He commands, his voice full of lust, "Let me hear just how loud you can be, love." It's all you need to raise your voice and give him exactly what he wants. He sits you up and pulls your wet tank off and attacks your breasts. Every little whimper and moan you can make comes streaking out of you. "Oh my god, Tom, don't stop, please!" He teases your nipples, licking and sucking, alternating between hard and soft sensations. This alone could push you over the edge. You feel his fingers slide between your hips and suit bottoms. You pick your hips up off the mattress to help him take them off. Your head lolls back as you feel his hot breath in between your legs and you cry out. Tom nuzzles his nose against your clit and you squeal. "Hmm, darling, you weren't kidding, were you? You are incapable of being quiet, aren't you?"

You can only whimper in response. Tom keeps up his ministrations, adding a long finger every few seconds to tease your entrance. You'd fallen flat back onto the bed now and you writhe against him, desperate for more. You can feel yourself climbing higher and higher. Suddenly, Tom stops. He withdraws his fingers and you feel the mattress sink as he climbs on top of you. You whine at the lack of his touch. You hear him laugh evilly. But your tune changes as you feel him brush the head of his massive cock against you. "Oh my god, Tom," you breathe as you reach up and grab his biceps. You look up into his eyes and they are wide with desire.

"Let me hear you sing, little bird," he growls as he sinks himself inside you. You could swear you almost passed out. The sound that emanates from you is hardly human. Tom uses it as fuel to start moving inside you. He begins to thrust and you realize just how true the rumors were. He's massive. His cock stretches you more than you could ever imagine and it feels amazing. His pelvic bone rubs your clit just so and you know you are close. You can't control how loud you were getting, and you keen and moan and cry out as Tom ruts hard against you. It isn't long before you feel his cock twitch inside you. Tom dips his head to kiss your neck. As his teeth graze the sensitive flesh, you scream and find your release. Tom finds his immediately after yours and groans against your shoulder. You buck your hips against him as you ride it out. After a moment, you still.

Both of you desperately trying to catch your breath, Tom lays his head on your chest. You lift your hand to run your fingers through his hair as he plants little kisses where he could reach. After a moment, Tom says softly, "That was better than any other swim I've ever taken."
You sit on your back porch swing in a tee shirt and underwear, both your hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee. You watch the sun rise over the tree tops. It all felt so surreal. Like a dream. You drop a foot to the porch to give yourself a push. No wonder they called him the life ruiner. No way you could ever be with another man and not compare him to Tom.

Tom rolls over in the bed, stretching and yawning. He leans up on his elbows once he realizes you're missing. Then he remembers what you told him about Sunday mornings. He pulls on his jeans but leaves his shirt off. He didn't want to give the impression that he was going to run out first thing. Yawning and scratching the back of his head, he pads barefoot down the stairs. The smell of coffee absolutely intoxicating. He pours some in a cup you've had the wherewithal to set out for him. He doctors it up then joins you on the porch.

"Morning, beautiful."

You smile up at him. "Morning." He walks past you then nudges you to move so that he may sit behind you and have you lean on him. Which is just what he does.

You lean your head on his shoulder. "Are you ok? I wasn't too terribly rough, was I?"

Somehow talking about this in the light of day makes you blush. "I'm a little sore but I'll be fine. How's the back?"

"Stingy. You're a wild cat." You laugh and start to pull away and turn around but his arm wraps around you.

"Well Mr. Hiddleston. I've finally found your imperfection."

"What's that, love?"

You turn your face up to his, seeing the sudden flash of worry. That he might have done something wrong. "When you are positively sated, you snore like a chainsaw."

His laugh brings a smile to your face. "I had an excellent lover to wear me out." He leans in and kisses you thoroughly. You open your eyes at the end, disbelieving this is happening. He nuzzles your nose with his just before he leans back up. "I'd like to spend the day with you today. If that's alright."

"The kids will be back this afternoon."

"Them too. I have to pop back to London tomorrow and I'll be gone for a few days."

"Oh ok." You apparently fail at keeping the disappointment out of your tone.

"I'm auditioning for a role, darling. I'll be back by Friday."

You swallow that down then put on a smile. A couple days together and one night together didn't make him yours. "So what do you want to do?"

"Whatever it is you had planned today. Just figure me in."

"I'm afraid you're in for a very boring, suburban surprise. I had only planned to do some laundry and pick up some groceries."

Tom nods, taking a sip of his coffee. "Sounds fine. As long as I'm with you." You start to believe what's going on around you, even if it was just a little bit. You both finish your coffee in a peaceful silence, just enjoying the feel of his chest pressed against your back and his arm around your waist. You consider it light torture when you had to get up.
With the last of the laundry done and new sheets on everyone's bed, you and Tom made your way to the grocery store. Every Sunday you made sure you cooked something special, that you wouldn't necessarily have the time for through the week. Tonight was chicken parmesan, one of Jameson's favorites. You stood in the aisle, double-checking your list to make sure you had everything when Tom slides up behind you quietly. He slides one hand around your waist and in the other, held up your favorite bottle of red wine. "For us."

"How did you know this was my favorite?"

"Hmm, lucky guess?" He laughs but sees your smirk. "I saw an almost empty bottle in your fridge this morning and thought you could use a refresher."

You take the bottle from him and place it gingerly in the cart. "Thank you, that's very sweet." He leans down to give you a kiss. Not only was he fantastic in bed, but he was thoughtful and romantic. As Tom pulled back gently, you smile.

"Hey, Boots, what's up?!" You hear a familiar voice from the other end of the aisle. It sends chills down your spine. The man it belongs to is David, one of Jimmy's best friends. This could not be good. He approaches you and Tom like you were old friends, and you did everything but move behind Tom to create some distance.

David had been instrumental in convincing Jimmy to leave, you thought, and could never forgive him for it. David was convinced he had nothing to do with it and was just as shocked as you were. But you didn't buy it. As shocked as he claimed to be, he was still friends with Jimmy.

You stiffen and Tom senses it. He places his other hand on your shoulder. "Hi David."

"It's good to see you. It's been a while! How are the kids?" David pays no mind to your body language.

"They're fine."

"Oh, that's wonderful. I'm glad to hear that!" David paused and looked Tom up and down. "Hey, you must be new in town. I'm David, good to met you, bro." Tom complies with absolutely zero manners and only nods a short "Hello" to David. David nods back with a stupid grin on his face. The longer he stands there, the higher your pulse goes. Fortunately, it didn't last much longer. "All right, I gotta run, but it was good seeing you and meeting you. What was your name again?"

"Tom."

"Right, right. Anyway, I'll see you later. Tell the kids I said hey!" With that, David walks away and you finally feel like you're able to breathe again. Tom turns you around gently and pushes the hair out of your face. It was very plain to see you were upset.

"Who was that? Why are you so upset, sweetheart?"

You take a deep breath to steel your nerves before answering. "That was David. He's still one of Jimmy's best friends. He's also the one that told Jimmy I was seeing somebody, and that's why he came back in the first place." You swallow hard. You could already see it- David was going to call Jimmy and tell him about who was with you, Jimmy was going to come back into town and instead of Tom, he would find you and the kids at home alone. The thought made you shudder to your very bones.
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