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Surreal Moments	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Hiddleston Views: 2312 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Denise comes with Jack to drop the kids off. She sizes him up. "She's like a daughter to us. Jack is the gentleman and I'm the mean old lady, so I'll say this. If you're playing with her, people disappear in cornfields every year. You'll be ours."

Tom beams at her. "My intentions are genuine I assure you." Hugs and kisses are exchanged before the grandparents leave.
You sit cross legged on your computer chair. Feeling eyes on you, you glance up from your dissertation to see Tom reading his script, folded on the love seat in your dining room/office. He's wearing glasses and track pants and a Loki tee. You smile, that fangirl bubble swelling in your chest before you look away. This was so surreal. Sometimes you just couldn't believe it.

Tom looks up from his script. You'd almost caught him gazing at you. He loved the way you chewed on your pen and had one tucked into your ponytail. The way your cami gaped at the front and teased him with glimpses of your cleavage. The way your lightly tan legs made a cave. He shifts on the love seat, thankful for the loose pants.

After dinner, he'd gone to his hotel room and picked up his luggage. He wanted to wake up with you then leave for the airport. This was definitely out of character for him. But you had him hooked. By the time he'd gotten back, the kids were already in bed.

He lays the script aside and takes off his glasses. Without a word, he crosses the room and kneels before you.

"Tom?"

His lips makes a trail of kisses from your knee up your thigh. At his urging, you unfold your legs. He throws one over the arm of the computer chair. "Tom."

"Hush. Or I'll before forced to gag you with your top." He presses his face into the soft material of your shorts. You squeak and pull back but he grabs your hips and jerks them forward. He mouths you through the shorts.

"Jesus. Fuck." He chuckles against you. "Oh god, don't do that."

"You like that, do you?"

"Yes. Too much."

"I wonder if I can make you cum without getting in your pants."

"Oh Tom don't." You sigh as he presses his mouth into you. Your fingers comb through his hair, clenching when he brushes his teeth against your nub. "Oh Fuck."

"Be patient. It'll come to that." Your moans get louder the more he moves his mouth against you. "You're going to wake the children." He covers your mouth with his hand. Your hips buck forward as devours your soaked shorts. "Cum for me, pet."

"Oh Christ, Tom." Your breath leaves and your body shakes as he brings you over, sucking your clit through the shorts.
You wake up the next morning with Tom holding you close to him. He had wrapped his arm around you at some point in the night, and you held tight to his shirt. You made sure to set the "easy" wake up alarm, with light piano instead of an ungodly buzzer. You slip out of his arms careful not to wake him, and go to wake up Jameson and Marie.

Fortunately, you'd been blessed with morning children and they were easy to get up and ready. As they're brushing their teeth, Tom shuffles out of your bedroom and follows the sound of the water. He's still bleary-eyed when he finds you. "Good morning, my dear." He pulls you in for a kiss. You can't help but blush and giggle a bit. Oh god, you just giggled, really?

"Good morning to you." He bends over to give both Marie and Jameson little kisses of their own and your mom heart swells again.

"I'm just gonna hop in the shower quickly if that's all right."

You nod. "Yeah, that's fine. We'll be downstairs with breakfast." He kisses your forehead and shuffles back into your bedroom to get ready.

Twenty minutes later, Tom makes his way down to the kitchen where you have a fresh coffee waiting for him. He's much more awake than he was last you saw, all clean-shaven and smelling amazing. The kids are at the table tucking into cereal bowls. You stand at the sink just relaxing as much as possible before your day kicks into high gear. Tom comes toward you with a smile and leans over to kiss your cheek before pouring the coffee into his cup.

You both hear Marie giggle. "Heeheehee....he kissed mommy," she whispered loudly to Jameson.

He turned up his nose. "Yuck! Kissing is gross, even if it is with mommy!"

"Nuh-uh! It's wo-manic. Not yucky!" You and Tom laugh out loud at the exchange, and he leans over again.

"Romantic or yucky, either way I'm finding myself wanting to do it more and more," he whispers in your ear. You get chills and bite your lip.

"Don't get me started, Mr Hiddleston." You lean over the island to tell Marie and Jameson what's about to happen. "Guys, I need you to listen. Tom is about to go away for a couple days. He's going to London."

"I know where that is!" Jameson chimes in. "It's where the queen and all the princesses live, and they have big red buses and guards with funny hats!"

Tom grins and squats down next to Jameson's chair. "That's right. You're so smart!" Jameson beams at Tom.

But Marie looks crestfallen. "You mean...you're going far away?"

Tom immediately pops back up to kneel beside her chair. "Oh, my princess, I am. But only for a few days. I'll be right back here. I promise." You watch and your heart clenches as Tom takes a long finger and sweeps her dark hair out of her fallen face. His own expression has fallen at seeing hers.

"Why do you hafta go, Tom?"

"Well, I have to go and tell all the other princesses that I've found another beautiful little one to join their ranks one day, to tell them all about you. So look," he says, pulling out his phone and opening the calendar, "today is Monday, yes? I'll be back on this day, Friday. I promise, sweetheart." Marie nodded and smiled again at him.

It's almost all you can take and you swallow back the lump forming in your throat. Screw the celebrity part of him, just the way he was with your babies was enough to get you. Tom stands from his spot and walks back over to you. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine." I'm biting the inside of my cheek to keep from crying but I'm fine, you think.

"Okay. I have to get going. I really can't miss this flight." You nod as he finishes the last of the coffee and you start to walk him out. At the door, he cups your face and plants you with a long deep, lingering kiss.

"Will you, um...will you let me know you make it all right? I just, I worry. Can't help it."

Tom smiles at you. "You are painfully adorable. Of course, I will. I have a layover in New York then I land at Heathrow at 8pm, I think. I'll call you both times." You nod and bite your lip again. "Don't bite that lip off before I get back. I rather like it."

You blush and Tom kisses you one more time before slowly walking out the door and to his car. As you watched him drive away, you hope it would be a busy week at work so the days would pass quickly.
As expected, Jimmy's phone call came on Wednesday. After the kids had gone to bed. You sigh and pause your movie. "Hello."

"Hey. How's the family?"

"Perfectly fine. What do you want?"

"David said he saw you with a guy at the grocery store. What's going on?"

You press the bridge of your nose. Of course. "Yes. He did. I'm seeing someone. And there's nothing you can do about it."

"I just want to make sure he's alright around the kids. There's a lot of weirdos out there."

"Jimmy, he's fine around my children. I have no worries there."

"Our kids."

You sit forward, fists clenching. "Oh no. No. No. No. No. No. No. MY KIDS. They haven't been our kids since before Marie was born. When you left me six months pregnant."

"I'm coming home."

"No. You're not. Jack and Denise need the money you give them. You cannot do that to them. Not because you're jealous that I'm moving on."

"Like with Clay?"

"Clay was all your fault. Clay was good for us."

"Baby. You know you miss me."

"No. I don't. And don't even get me started on that little tart YOU brought home last time you showed your face in this town. We. Are. Done." Your tone shifts darker and full of hate. Every tear Jameson had cried after his father abandoned him dripped from your words like acid. "Jamestown Nathaniel, you are not welcome in MY home. If you come anywhere near me or MY kids, you'll find my 12 gauge shotgun in your cock sucker. Do you understand? Don't fucking come here." You hang up, shaking with rage. How dare he. How fucking dare he. You might have mellowed from high school, but you weren't a push over. And if he showed up, he'd find out exactly how serious you were about that threat.

You turn the movie off and throw the remote to the other end of the couch.

A run. You'd go for a run. Quickly changing your clothes, you thud down the basement steps. Flipping on music, you warm up with a walk then flow into a run. Everything leaves you, flowing down your feet, freeing you with each step. When the distance reads 3 1/2 miles, you call it quits.

Your phone vibrates. You and Tom had been texting nearly nonstop since he landed. 'Are the little ones in bed?'

'It's after 10, honey.'

'Oh right.' A second message buzzes. 'So what are you wearing?'

You laugh sounds loud in the empty house. 'Right this moment? Just a pair of panties.'

'?'

'Was getting ready to take a shower'

'God, I wish I could join you.' Another second message before you can respond to the first. 'Show me.'

You giggle and carefully angle your camera down the center of your body. Holding the phone between your breasts, the shot shows your bare stomach, your thighs and a triangle of lacey, rose print satin. You bite your lip and send the picture then hurry up and jump in the shower.

His response is a picture of his erection through his sleep pants. 'See what you do to me, darling? Half a world away and I still want to do bad things to you.'

Your breath catches, feeling a spiral of desire in your belly. 'It's 3 a.m. there. What are you doing up?'

'Besides the obvious?' You giggle. 'Just got in. Some old friends and I went out on the town.'

'Have fun?' You pull on clean panties and the flimsy tee he'd left there. You could still smell him on it.

'Yes but I'd have loved for you to be with me.'

'You should go to bed.'

'I am in bed. Didn't you see? Should I take another picture?' This time it was a selfie. His fluffy hair was pushed up by the pillow. His face was flushed and his eyes sparkled. Your breath caught. Surreal moment.

'Then go to sleep.'

'With that monster? Oh no.'

'Take care of it then. You're a big boy.'

'Lol. Can I call you?'

You glance at the clock. 'It's almost midnight.'

'And?'

'And if you call me, I'll be forced to hear your sleepy voice and I'll want to touch myself knowing you're hard.'

'Let me call you.'

You want to hear his voice. Desperately. But he's drunk and now you're both horny. This couldn't end well.

'Tom. Go to bed.'

You imagine him pouting and flopping back on the bed. 'Yes, darling. But you better find a sitter for Friday.'

'Why's that?'

'Because I'm going to fuck you until you lose your voice screaming my name.'

'Shit.'

'Ta, love.' You stare at your phone, disbelieving. Great. Now you wouldn't be able to sleep.

After almost half an hour of tossing turning, trying desperately to ignore the ache between your legs, you push the covers back. You hardly believe you were about to do this. Not that you hadn't brought yourself over the edge over him before, but personally receiving a picture of Tom's huge erection as "personal time" fodder was new. So was wearing his shirt while doing it. Those two factors alone would certainly add another level to it. You reach over to your nightstand and pull out your vibrator. You lay it on the bed in between your legs, and bring your hands up to your neck. You always like to start there.

Taking gentle breaths, you begin stroking the backs of your fingers up and down and across, tracing small patterns on your collarbone. You shiver as your nails brush the thin skin there. The scent from Tom's t shirt drifts up with every little move you made. You can already tell you're beyond ready, but you want to enjoy it for a moment and take your time.

Your hands slide down your chest over the shirt and cup your breasts. You take a nipple in between your fingers and pinch it gently. You can't help the moan that escapes your lips. As you tease yourself, you think about Tom and what he might be doing himself on the other side of the ocean. The thought spurs you on. One hand stays at your breast playing, while the other travels even further down.

You feel the heat coming off your pussy. You feather your middle finger down your slit just enjoying how wet you were. You buck your hips at the sensation. Initial touches always surprise you, even from yourself. You do your best to control your moans, but a few sneak their way out. After a few more teases, you pick up the vibrator and turn it on low to begin. You take the tip and circle your clit, drawing it further out from under its hood.

Gasping, you turn it up a bit more. You know it wouldn't be long now. Your mouth opened in a long silent moan as you slide the vibrator into your folds and arch your back. This is nothing like Tom, but it still feels amazing. As you slide it in and out of you, you turn it up until you feel it flick your favorite spot. Your walls tighten around the vibe and you start driving it faster and faster. Your free hand opened your phone to look for the picture Tom had just sent. It was right there waiting: his flushed face and bedhead and his display of need for you. The sight of it and the thought of his promise when he came back sends you over the edge. You cum almost violently, throwing your head back and reaching up to grip your pillow. Your back arches and your hips flex back, gently pushing the vibrator out of you. You feel it fall under your thigh as you come down from your high.

Catching your breath, you reach down to turn it off. At this point, you're completely spent and exhausted. You tuck the vibe into its little bag and in your drawer. You would have to clean it later. Right now, you can't hold your eyes open another second, and you fall into a comfortable, happy sleep.
Nina sits at your kitchen table, drinking her third cup of coffee. "I can't believe you're seeing the guy that plays Loki."

You glance at the clock. "You've said that several times. He's supposed to be here any time. His flight landed an hour and a half ago and he had to drive back."

"Why didn't you pick him up?"

"He didn't ask me to." Jameson and Marie run through the kitchen, screaming like banshees.

"Mommy! Tom's here!" You touch your skirt to make sure it lays just right and that your blue blouse shows the right amount if cleavage. You touch your hair as you go to unlock the screen door. Tom peeks around a bouquet of bursting roses.

"Hello, darling."

You flick the lock and he steps in, taking over the entryway with his presence. "Hey you." He wraps his free arm around you and kisses you thoroughly. You feel it in your toes and your heart flutters in your chest. When he breaks the kiss, he rests his forehead on yours. "I missed you."

"Like crazy."

"Shit." You look over your shoulder.

"Tom, this is my best friend, Nina. Nina, meet Tom."

He kisses your temple before letting you go. "A pleasure." He takes her hand and kisses the knuckles.

"I wish Wade kissed me like that."

He looks confused. "Wade is her husband."

"Married five years."

Tom isn't quite sure what to say, so he turns as hands you the roses. "For my beautiful darling." He starts to kiss you again, but the kids latch onto his long legs.

"Tom!"

"Hey munchkins!"

He walks awkardly to the couch before dropping down. Marie climbs up. "Did the rest of cincesses yike me?"

"They were very happy to hear I'd found a Midwestern princess." Jameson flops down next to him. "I got you all something, but I left it back at my hotel. I'll bring it by tomorrow." The cheer that went up made you smile.

Nine looks from you and your happy smile to Tom and your babies. "He's pretty great with them."

"Oh yea. They adore him."

"They're not the only ones." Nina grabs her purse. "Come on, rug rats. Uncle Wade has burgers on the grill."

"Aw, can't we stay?"

"Nope. You promised me a sleep over. I've come to collect."

Jameson jumps up and gives you a hug, crashing out the front door.

Marie places her hands on either side of Tom's face. "I yike you."

His chest hitches. "I like you as well, Marie." He tips her head down and kisses her forehead. She beams at Tom then jumps up and follows get brother.

"Hey don't turn the radio on! I've gotta go. Just call me when you get up. Wade has first shift in the morning, so the kiddos and I will probably stay up late and sleep in."

"Thanks again, Nina." You shut the front door behind her and lean against it. Your heart is beating a mile a minute. One of those surreal moments takes you as Tom steps out into the entryway.

"Dinner?" You bite your lip and nod. "Let's go out."

"Ok."

"Because if we stay here, we won't be eating." He presses you lightly against the door. "Well, you won't anyway."

"Fuck."

He grins. "Later. For now, let's go it to dinner."
You had picked a little out-of-the-way place in town the night before. You figured Tom would want a little exclusivity, if only to keep prying eyes out of view as mush as possible. On the way there, Tom makes every effort to keep some sort of contact with you. He keeps his hand on your knee and thigh as much as possible. It makes it difficult to focus, that much was sure.

You catch him glancing at you a few times. "If you don't keep your eyes on the road, we'll never get there safely."

The two of you are seated in a small corner away from most of the other tables at the small Italian bistro. After the server takes your orders and menus, Tom's hand returns to your knee. The round table was small enough that you were practically sitting next to each other, just how you liked it. His fingertips lightly brush over the sensitive skin on the inside, sending chills through you. "How was London? Did the audition go well?"

"London was wonderful, like always. The audition, I'm not so sure. I don't think I was really what they were looking for."

You wrinkle your brow. "How come?"

"Something about the part just didn't fit. I couldn't put my finger on it. But it doesn't matter. I have plenty to keep me busy right here for a while." He winks at you at that last part and you smile coyly.

"Well...I'm glad you're back. So is Marie, actually. She is just over the moon about you and your little nickname for her."

Tom smiles and laughs his trademark "ehehehe" before reaching up and brushing your hair back off the side of your face. "I thought about her and Jameson while I was there. I missed them...and you, terribly." You blush. "No, I did. I missed her adorable little laugh, and Jameson's big bright smile. But as for you..."

Tom pauses and leans toward you and in a throaty whisper says, "I missed hearing you moan my name and feeling your body pressed against mine." Your breath shakes and you shut your eyes in a silent prayer there were no other tables around. But he wasn't quite done yet. "I missed this gorgeous neck of yours and this little patch of skin right here," he whispered as he kisses the spot right behind your jaw. You already feel the heat pooling between your legs, and you press your thighs together, looking for relief. Tom's fingers stroke the inside of your knee again. You bite your lip to keep the noises you want to make from coming out of you. "I told you, be careful with that lip, darling. I'd hate to see something happen to that beautiful mouth of yours."

He sits back in his chair again, keeping his eyes on you. You swallow and regain some composure and cut him a look. "Mr Hiddleston, we are in public. Unless you intend to rip this skirt off me, don't do that." Your warning is half-hearted. He gives you an evil smile.

"Tell me something. What did you do after I went to bed Wednesday?" Tom takes a sip of his wine.

You freeze then smile and lick your lips. "Oh, I think you know."

"Well, I certainly hope it didn't take too much out of you." He sets his wine glass down. "How long is Nina keeping your children?"

"Until I call her tomorrow morning." Your voice fills the air between you two with lust.

Tom leans forward again and growls in your ear "Then if we eat quickly, we may have enough time tonight for me to fulfill my promise to fuck you absolutely hoarse." You shudder happily as he slowly leans back and you consider telling the server to wrap up your food before it even reaches the table.

Tom tells you about the role he auditioned for as you both eat. The sexual tension eased back when the food arrived and you realized you'd been so excited for Tom to return that you hadn't eaten lunch. The food smells scrumptious as you tear into it.

"Dessert?"

"No, thank you."

"We'll just take the check." His hand creeps up your thigh, the furthest it's been. Thankful for the angle and the table's seclusion, you part your knees for him. He takes that as an invitation. His fingertips brush against your cunt. His eyes widen. "Saucy little minx. No panties?"

"None." You both look up at the waiter when he brings the check. Tom pays for dinner. You see another of Jimmy's old friends as you leave the restaurant, Tom's arm wrapped around your waist.

His hand remains high on your thigh on the drive but yours wander. Touching his hair, teasing down his chest and then his thigh.

"You're distracting me, love."

"Then pull over." You pop the button of his dress slacks, pushing the zipper down with the back of your hand as you reach in. He's hard and ready when your hand closes around his shaft.

"Where? Pull over where?"

You look around and nod. "There. Farm access road. Just pull in until the trunk is at the tree line." Tom whips the Jaguar onto the turn off. You're out of your seat and in his lap before he kills the engine.

"Eager are we?"

"You have no idea." He lifts up and pulls his slacks down to his thighs. His cock springs to attention. "Condom?"

"Glove compartment." You lean over and open the glove box. He reaches between you and probes your luscious folds. "Soaked already." You blush. He tries to take the condom from you but you pull it away, tearing it open. His hands flex on your thighs as you roll it down the length of him. "Come here." He grabs the back of your neck and kisses your lips. Your tongues caress each other. You lower yourself onto him. Your open mouths hovering together.

"Oh fuck."

"So tight." He grabs your hips and helps you move. Your hips roll forward. "Harder. Fuck me harder, love." You grab the headrest and bounce. "That's a girl," he moans. He reaches between you to flick your clit. The jolt throws you off and makes you clench around him.

"Christ, Tom!"

"Yes, baby!" Your moans grow louder and harsher. Your thighs tense.

"Oh fuck, Thomas!"

"Cum for me, love."

"So close." He thrusts up to meet you. He pinches your clit and sends you over the edge, crying out. You spasm around him and that's all he needs to bring him over.

You fall forward, resting your forehead on his shoulder. "Maybe we can make it back to the house before I'm ready again."

You pull your skirt down as you drop back into the passenger seat. "You better hurry then."

"Yes, baby." He starts the engine and revs it.

"Fuck, this is a sexy car."

"Not as sexy as you. Especially when you say fuck."

He backs out onto the highway and heads back to your place. You lean over as he pulls into the driveway, taking a handful of hair tightly. Your lips just barely skim his ear lobe. "I can't wait for you to fuck me again."

Tom barely makes it into the driveway before you attack him again. You make it inside, but don't make it to the bedroom until after you made a stop at the dining room table...and the kitchen counter. And then again on the living room couch. After the last round, he had to practically carry you up the stairs. The man made you lose feeling in your legs. That had never happened to you before. Not with Jimmy, Clay, anyone. But then again no one revved you up as much as Tom did, even before he showed up at your library one day. Then when you saw him with Jameson and Marie, it became something totally different.

It was different for Tom, too. You just didn't know it. Yet. He had never stayed up half the night texting a girl he had just met. He'd never worried about what to wear to a damn library to sit and read. Well, read and watch you work. In all his travels, Tom had never seen someone that smiled so when she helped someone. He watched you during story time with the young children and how you held every child with rapt attention during the silliest book. He saw how cute you looked when someone asked you for something you needed to think on, how your lips would poke out in a half-pout and your eyebrows would knit together. That face made him have to stifle a laugh every time. And he had certainly never had the guts to just ask a woman for coffee while hardly knowing her name.

Sleep came effortlessly for both of you, and you were a tangle of limbs on the bed together. Tom pulled you close in the middle of the night without realizing he'd done it. Another first.
The next morning, you can barely move. Your hips and thighs scream, and your arms ache as you stretch them above your head. You look to your left and see Tom through bleary eyes. His hair was absolutely a mess from all your pulling on it last night. His jaw was slack and left his mouth hanging open just a little. You reach up to play with a lock of his hair and he jerks his head in reflex. You yank your hand back, afraid you had woken him up. You haven't but were still surprised when, with his eyes still closed, he reaches out and pulls you to him in his sleep. His face knits in a look of worry. He relaxes when you wrap your arms around him and lightly stroke his back. You don't have clue one where to start with what was happening, but you're afraid to question it. If you did, you might end up pulling a thread you didn't want to unravel.

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