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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 shift on the couch. The rain had come out of nowhere, but the forecast said it would continue the rest of the day. Tom's touch on your shoulder draws your attention around to him.
"There's my girl. Where were you just now?"

"Miles away, honey."

"I'm running to the hotel to get the presents for the children. I'll be right back." You nod and smile softly. "Are you alright?" His thumb caresses your cheek then your bottom lip. You turn to kiss his palm.

"I'm fine. I promise." He leans down and kisses you. Your head tips back and you feel his touch at your throat. Those fingers glide down the expanse of your next.

"You know you can talk to me, right darling? I want to know what you're thinking."

"I will. I just. . .have to get it all in order."

He frowns then kisses your forehead. "Don't tell me you're dumping me. After last night."

You laugh at the incredulity of YOU dumping him. "No, Tom. Not dumping you. Go get your presents. I'll be right here."

"You better be. I love snuggling in the rain." With that, he disappears out the door into the afternoon rain.
The thunder of Jameson and Marie coming home nearly matches the thunder outside. You both jerk awake from where you'd fallen asleep snuggling on the couch. Marie climbs up on you.

"We made sumfing for Tom."

You grab her waist and turn so that Tom can stand up and stretch. Jameson breathes 'wow'. "You're tall, Tom. Like super Tall."

"Well, Jameson, I did play a frost giant."

You watch comprehension take hold of your son's face. "I knew it! I knew you were Loki!"

You laugh and roll your eyes. "Way go to, limey. Now, we'll never hear the end of it."

"Limey?" He feigns indignation. "I'll show you limey." He drops back to the couch and begins tickling you, mercilessly. Your laughter goes high pitched then silent. "I'll take no such treatment from a Yank."

Nina clears her throat. "I really hate to break up the love fest, but I have to take Wade his lunch."

"Stuck working dispatch again?"

"Yea, his shoulder's out again."

"Tell him I love his face." Nina kisses the kids' cheeks before she leaves.

"Is Wade a police officer?"

"Yea. We all went to school together."

"Small towns."

"You have no idea, love."

Marie finally speaks up. "Pwesents."

"Of course, princess." Tom kisses your temple before standing up. You watch him ascending the stairs.

Could you really handle this being temporary? Or would your body and your heart be ruined forever after he'd finished filming and left for London? You sigh then look at your kids, absolutely in love with him. Fuck. You really hadn't thought this through. You'd been so caught up in it happening that you didn't think about the aftermath. Fuck. This is why you hadn't dated very much over the last 3 years. When he left, you'd have to deal with your heart break and theirs.

Tom thumps down the stairs. He crouches in front of you and Marie. "Since my princess is far from Buckingham Palace, I had to make sure she had a guard to protect her." He produces a teddy bear in the costume of the Royal Guard. Marie squeals and jumps off you and at Tom and the bear. Her little arms wrap around the bear and she squeezes almost painfully.

"What do we say, Marie?"

"Yank you!"

Jameson flops on the couch next to you. "You didn't get me a bear too, did you?" Tom ehehehehe's.

"Jameson Wayne."

"No, it's fine." Tom maneuvers around to sit down next your son and hands him a bag. "I was kind of at a loss. I'm afraid I didn't know much what you like expect for superheroes." Tom hands him a gift bag and glances at you, more nervous than he had been with Marie's gift.

Jameson pulls out a shirt then holds it up. His eyes shine, but he tries to play it cool. "This is so rad, Tom." You're not surprised, but you have to look away when your son hugs Tom.

"Go play now. I'll fix lunch and holler when it's ready."

Tom touches your shoulder then pulls you in to his arms.

"Now, for your present." He lays a silver locket on your chest from behind.

"Oh, Thomas. It's beautiful."

"Lift your hair, darling." You sweep your long tresses off your neck and he clasps it at the back. "My audition was on the West End and I saw this in a little shop and thought of you. I hope you like it."

"I- I love it." You look down and blink the surprised tears from your eyes.

"I wanted to bring you something special." He takes your chin. "Because you've become special. To me." He leans in for a kiss, but Marie comes running in screaming in delight and grabs one of the play swords.

"Lunch?"

"Lunch." You let your hair drop then scurry into the kitchen. Taking a lung full of stormy air in through the kitchen window, you grab the counter. Fucking Hiddleston. Dammit.

You stand in the kitchen cleaning up from lunch while Tom chases the kids upstairs for their quiet time. Marie has yet to put her new bear down and Jameson can't wait to wear his shirt tomorrow and show it off. All you could think about was what would happen in a few months when Tom left. You were entirely lost in thought when his voice startles you half to death. "You'll put a hole in the tile if you keep going around and around like that." You whip around to see him leaning on the door jamb, arms crossed and a pleased smile on his face.

"Jerk." You smile.

"First I'm a limey and now I'm a jerk? You're meaner than you look." He walks toward you. "You were miles away again just now. What are you thinking about?"

You inhaled slowly and bit your lip. "Nothing." Lie. You shake your head.

Tom drops his head and smirks at you, not believing you at bit. "You're a bad liar. Come on, tell me. I want you to tell me."

You look down at his chest as Tom wraps his arms around you. He holds you tight and wiggles his fingers against your back. After a moment, you just blurt it out. "What's gonna happen when you're done filming and you go back home?"

Tom furrowes his brow and tilts his head. "What do you mean, love?"

"Just that. What happens when you aren't doing research or shooting scenes anymore and you leave for London? And stay this time? What then?" You swallow hard, afraid of the answer.

Tom breathed out a laugh. "You think I'm just here with you out of convenience, simply because of circumstance. And that I don't intend to treat you the way you deserve once circumstances change."

You look up at him with worry all over your face. "I can handle my own broken heart. I've done it time and again. But them?" You gesture upstairs. "It's not just me that gets hurt when someone leaves. And I can't watch them go through it. It isn't fair to them when they've done nothing wrong." You reach up and start playing with the strings of Tom's hoodie.

Tom raises a hand and runs it through your hair, holding the back of your head up to look at him as he processes what you'd just told him. "Darling. Yes, I might go back to London when we're done filming. But if I were to leave and never come back, you and those gorgeous children wouldn't be the only ones nursing a broken heart. And if you think I would just up and leave, then I have sorely missed my mark." Now, it was your turn to furrow your brow. "When I told you earlier you've become special to me, I meant it. And I intend to keep that going for some time."

Your eyes sting at his confession. You sniffle a bit, biting the small tears back. "Well, Mr Hiddleston, I think its safe to say you have sufficiently ruined me." He can't help his laugh, and leans to kiss your forehead. "Besides, my house gets terribly lonely. Far too quiet with two empty bedrooms and no one to share my massive bed with. Not very enticing, if you were to ask me."

"You just- Can I- Wow. I need a minute." You slip from his arms and lean against the counter.

"Have I overstepped my bounds?"

"What? No." You shake your head a little too rapidly. He comes up behind you, resting his hands on your arms. You both stand there watching the rain.

"Talk to me, love." He kisses the top of your head.

"It's just a lot to process, Tom." You lean back into him. "I went from being a fan in unrequited love to meeting you and spending time with you, having amazing, mind-blowing sex with you."

"Mind blowing, aye?"

You can feel his smile against your hair. "I get these surreal moments where I can't believe this is really happening. And now, you really did just ask me and my kids to move in with you in London."

"I did."

You squeeze your eyes shut. "I can't." Your breath hitches in your chest.

His arms wrap around your chest and he buries his face in your neck. "Will you tell me why?"

"I have a year left of school. And there's Jack and Denise and Nina and Wade."

"All of whom want you to be happy and would surely miss you but would probably encourage you to go."

"What about school?"

"You need to finish. So we can do the long distance thing. We'll visit often and talk daily."

You sigh and bring up the albatross round your neck. "And what about Jimmy?"

"What about him? He doesn't need to be a problem."

You sigh and turn in his arms. "If anyone told me I'd be falling in love with you after two weeks, I'd say it was too good to be true."

"Not unrequited love of a me that you don't really know."

"But the real Tom. The Tom that I've been aching to know."

"Oh, I make you ache?" His eyes sparkle.

"That you do. It's insane the times I've made myself cum thinking of you."

He growls. "Now, I get to make you cum." He kisses you roughly, pressing you between his body and the counter.

"Ruined. Absolutely ruined."

"And you love it, so shut up and kiss me while the kids are distracted."

"Yes, sir." You pull him into a kiss, forgetting everything for the moment.

Laying in bed that night, you're wide awake from the overthinking you're doing. He's crazy. That had to be the only explanation. You're a single mom with two children from a crazy ex and a boring life. He had to be crazy to even be with you in the first place, let alone come back after he left, AND ask you to come back to London with him. Nothing about your life so much as bordered on the life you assumed he lived: flying to different locations to film, suiting up to attend premieres of his movies, going to photoshoots.

No, your life was depending on family to watch your kids so you could finish your homework, seemingly endless laundry baskets, and Marie waking you up scared when she had a bad dream. But it was still a thread you didn't want to pull on. And maybe it was nothing worth worrying about. Tom always seemed like the most genuine person in every little snippet and interview you'd ever seen. He was honest and down to earth and never acted with pretense.

You take a deep breath, trying to process everything. It didn't work. But you knew what would. You slip out of bed and pad across the carpet and down the hallway. Silently as possible, you turn the knob to Jameson's room and push the door open gently. There they lay. Jameson was on his stomach, his head peeking out from under the sheet, snoring a little. Marie was splayed out on her back, one arm wrapped tight around her new teddy bear. It was the most calming thing to you to watch them sleep.

You were so thankful they were close. You and Jason were close now, but that wasn't always the case when you were younger. These two wouldn't miss out on anything like you and Jason did. What would he think about all this? And your own mom and dad? You and your mom hadn't always gotten along. You fought a lot, and looking back you wish you had listened to everything she'd said about Jimmy. But then you wouldn't have had this life. As crazy and messy as it was, you loved it.

You realize just how much it could change in the next few months. You hear soft footfalls come up behind you. A pair of arms wrap around you, one at your waist and one at your shoulders. Tom clasps you to him and rests his head against yours. "My god, they're precious." You smile and lay your arm on top of his at your waist. Tom starts to rock back and forth gently. "Come back to bed, sweetheart. It's lonely without you." You nod and let him guide you back to your bedroom still wrapped up in him. He situates himself around you once back under the covers and you fall asleep.
The next week flies by. The library full to bursting in the afternoon with seniors studying for finals. Tom has taken to studying for his role at your big farmhouse kitchen table. This after he was set upon by Loki fangirls one afternoon. Between Jameson's soccer practice and Marie's dance lessons, you don't have enough to time breathe until after dinner is done and the kids are bathed and tucked into bed.

You drop down onto the floor in the den after cleaning up the toys. Tom's long legs stretch out on either side of yours. He wraps an arm around your middle and places a glass of wine in your hand. You fall back against him. "Are you sure you want domesticity? It's not the jet set life, but it's still high paced."

Tom sips his wine then nuzzles behind your left ear. "I'm willing to give it a go."

"It doesn't work like that." You pull at the string.

He squeezes you. "Then tell me how it does work."

You sigh and sip the wine. "My favorite Moscato. How'd you know?"

"You had a bottle in your fridge the first night I stayed over." You drain your glass then turn around and sit on his lap, your legs out behind him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you press your forehead to his.

"You've made me the happiest woman in the universe this past, what month?"

"Has it really only been a month?" You nod, making his head nod. He sets down his wine glass and takes hold of your ass with both hands. "I feel like I've known you forever." He tilts his head to nuzzle his nose against yours. He parts his lips and hovers over yours. You sigh, opening yours. His lips barely brush back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. You whimper softly and he pulls you against him.

"Move in here."

"What?"

"You're filming here for two months. Right?"

"Right, my love."

"The kids will be out on summer break. You'll get to see first hand what you're getting into. The good, the bad, the oh my god, what's that on your hands."

He laughs and pulls you up. "Alright. But are you sure you want some limey living in your house all summer?"

You smile softly, almost sadly. "You have no idea."

"You keep telling me that." You pull him into a kiss that turns into wandering hands. The clothes eagerly come off.

Afterward, you lay your head on his chest. "I'm going to have to wear flip flops all week."

"But you're so beautiful when you ride me." You giggle.

"We should probably get our clothes back on before the kids find us."

"That would be a good idea." You both sit up and begin to put the pieces back together. "Would you like another glass of wine?"

"No, thanks. But I'd love it if the Englishman living with me would fix me a cup of tea the way he does."

"But of course." He kisses you then again. His hand drops to your waist and he takes your mouth again.

You moan. "Tea. Kisses later."

"Or you could come with me and I can kiss you while I make your tea."

"Clever boy." He beams then chases you into the kitchen.
"You mean he's gonna stay here and not in a hotel? That's awesome!" Jameson beamed. You wanted to tell the him and Marie before it happened, but you didn't have any reason to worry. They were practically as in love with Tom as you were.

Marie takes your face into her tiny hands as you kneel down beside her. "Will he wead us bedtime stowies and walk us to school, too?"

You grin and nod at her. "I bet he will, if you ask him nicely."

Her response is an excited squeal before she jumps in circles around the playroom. "Tom is coming to stay wif us! Tom is gonna stay wif us!" Jameson joins her in her dance. You shake your head at their silliness. Tom is in for it now.
A few days later with the last of his stuff unpacked, you watch Tom in your bedroom. He's hanging up the last of his button-downs in the closet.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?"

He smirks at you. "If I had had any doubt, I wouldn't have unpacked." You smile in spite of yourself, still worried he would get a taste of it and turn tail and run. He reaches for you at the closet door and pulls you in. He holds tight to your hand as he wraps his free arm around you. "I don't want you to think I'm only here thinking I'm playing house or something. I take this seriously. Both you and the children. To let me into your life like this...no one has ever done that before. And I'm glad it's with you." Your heart warms at his confession, and Tom leans down for a kiss. It starts off sweet and loving, but as he slides his tongue against your bottom lip and you give him entry, it quickly turns. Tom slides his hand up your back and reaches your hair. You moan softly as his hand tangles in it. He turns your body to exit the closet for the bed...there stood Marie.

Tom breaks the kiss quickly and you turn your head to see her. "Oh god, Marie!" You fall from Tom's arms almost. You catch yourself on the doorframe before you did, though. Your heart pounds. "What is it, sweetheart? What do you need?"

"Mommy, Jameson won't let me play with his toys and he's being mean!"

You sigh a little. "I'll be right there, okay? Go tell him he needs to share and you two need to play together."

She stays standing in her spot and looks between you and Tom. She bites her lip and you can tell she's thinking something. "Mommy?"

"What is it, baby?"

She hesitates for a moment. "Is Tom gonna be our new daddy?" The question smacks you in the face and you can feel yourself blanch for a minute. Totally unsure of how to respond, you kneel down and just wing it. "Oh honey, you don't need to worry about that for right now. Just go play with your brother." Marie nods and skips back off to the playroom. You stand back up. Too embarrassed to be the one to turn around and face Tom. You're grateful when he leans over and kisses your cheek and whispers, "She certainly knows the way to a man's heart."
The following day Tom had meetings in Terre Haute all day. With the production company and city officials, as well as attorneys from the 3 universities that they'd be filming at. You carefully close the door to Marie's room. You hear the front door open then Tom's lovely voice talking to Jameson in the den.

After pouring yourself and Tom a Jameson and water, you lean on the door jam, your hip popped out to the side.

Once again, that soft smile takes your lips. Your son is telling his new best friend about the goal he scored at practice. He gets so animated telling his little stories. Tom looks up and spots you in the doorway. He blows you a kiss then turns his attention back to Jameson.

"Bed, kiddo. You've got games all day tomorrow and Uncle Wade's cook out."

"I forgot! Oh Tom! You're gonna love Uncle Wade. He's a cop. And all his friends are cops and they take me for rides in their cars sometimes and I get to wear their hats and talk on the radio. I've even got my own badge!"

"That's pretty amazing, buddy."

"I know right!" Jameson fiercely hugs Tom. "Night, Tom." You take your hug from your son and kiss his cheek. "Night, mama."

"Night, baby. No reading in bed. Early morning, long day. I don't want a cranky pants."

"Yes, mama. Love you."

"Love you." You kiss his cheek again and watch him walk down the hall. When you hear the door close, you turn to Tom and practically into his chest. He sighs heavily as he wraps his arms around your waist and leans in for a kiss. That sigh becomes a moan from you both as you wrap your arms around him, pressing the length of your body to his. "So how was your day?"

"Long and boring and filled with red tape. The city officials attempted to turn today into a publicity grab."

"Figures."

"Why's that?"

"Terre Haute is a small town that thinks it's a metropolis." You roll your eyes and shake your head. "Have a drink, handsome. Your dinner is on the oven."

"Fantastic. I was going to stop but all I could find was fast food, processed shit."

"Yea, but there's fried chicken and mashed potatoes and gravy and fresh green beans waiting for you."

"That sounds absolutely mouth watering." He sips his drink. "I'll go wash up."

"I'll put it in the dining room." He kisses you deeply, tasting of whiskey. Your heart flutters and you feel your stomach drop out. One of those surreal moments hits you. You watch him walk away then take your drinks into the dining room, setting your glass by your computer. You set his glass and his plate across from you. He untucks his shirt as he walks in the room and kisses your cheek.

"I'm starving."

You open your mouth to make a lewd comment but there's a knock at the door. You glance at the clock. Nearly 9p.m. on a Friday, it really could be anyone, but this late usually meant am emergency. Your breath stops as you look through the peephole. Throwing the door open, your throw yourself into the arms of the man holding the screen door open with his back side with a surprised shriek. He grunts and hugs you back, burying his face in your hair at your neck. You drop back and slug him in the chest.

"Oh my fucking god! I didn't know you were coming home! Why didn't you tell me?"

He closes the door behind him. "It was kind of a surprise." He dips his ginger head and rubs the back of his neck.

Tom comes out of the dining room to see what all the commotion is about. "Everything alright, darling?"

"Hello?" The man's wide, bright grin falls slightly.

"Oh Mikey!" You grab Tom's arm. "Tom, this is Mike. My best best bestest friend. Mike, this is Tom. My-my-" Boyfriend sounded too presumptuous, lover an understatement.

"Her boyfriend." Comprehension crosses Mike's face and disappointment. They awkwardly shake hands but Tom's good nature wins out. "A pleasure to meet you."

You start to gush. "Tom, Mike's in the Army. He's been stationed in Iraq. Side gunner, right." He nods.

"Oh wow, it's truly an honor to meet you, sir." Tom shakes his hand a second time.

"Thank you." Mike nods then glances between the two of you.

"Well come in, fucker. Don't just stand there." You're oblivious to the male contention going on behind you as you babble to Mike about Tom then switch back to babbling to Tom about Mike. The men you love most, aside from your son follow, glancing at each other as you lead them back into the dining room.

"So what the hell are you doing back home? I thought you had another year on your contract!"

"I do, but I put in for this time a while ago. It was supposed to be for you birthday in October last year then it was Christmas then it was who knows what...but I'm here now! That's all that matters!"

You don't see it, but Tom's eyes flash with a little more green than usual at the mention of this guy putting in for time off for your birthday from half a world away. 'Settle down, old boy...they're just friends,' he tells himself. You reach for a third plate as Mike seats himself at the kitchen counter and Tom moves up behind you.

"I am just so glad you're home! How long are you staying?"

"Just a couple weeks then I'm headed back." Tom runs his hand gently down your back as you serve up another plate. Mike watches Tom's hand stroke your skin and his own eyes flare with envy. You are 110% oblivious to the rising tension between the two men.

You carry Mike's plate to the table and everyone seats themselves. As you all dig in, you beg Mike for stories from the front lines. Not actual war stories, but you knew well enough Mike was a big idiot who knew how to have a good time wherever he was. He told you about the time he almost got caught sneaking off base to go into town, and the time a buddy of his got busted for playing jokes on the captain of his unit.

"Yeah, Sully has yet to live that one down. We bust his chops about it six months later still!" You all laugh, and you throw your head back giggling long after the two men are done.

"Mike, it's so good to know you haven't changed. I missed you, and so have the kids for that matter."

"Oh man, I missed them too. They upstairs?"

You nod, swallowing a sip of your drink. "Yeah, I'm surprised they haven't woke up yet from us being so loud. Here, I'll get my phone and show you some pictures." You hop up to get your phone from the other room. Mike watches you walk out, but Tom watches Mike. And he doesn't like the way Mike is looking at you. Not one bit. He turns his head and looks Tom directly in the eye knowing he's been caught. Not like he cares.

"So, how long have you known each other?"

"Since we were about 12 or 13. We were in the same Sunday School class. How about you?" This wasn't two men making conversation. This was two men asserting dominance. A pissing contest without the actual piss.

"A little over a month. But it feels so much longer, I must say." The two men nod a little, knowing Mike just won that round.

You enter the dining room again phone in hand and start showing Mike pictures from earlier that evening. "This is Jameson, after soccer practice. He was so excited. He'd just scored his first goal. And here's Marie, she played cheerleader all night, hahaha.

"They've gotten so big. That's crazy!"

"Oh, let me show you my favorite!" You flick back to a couple days ago. You find it: a picture of Tom holding Marie as they make silly kissy faces at each other. "This one. I need to get it printed. I just love it."

"Which one is that, darling?"

"The one of you and Marie, and she's making the fish kiss face." Tom beams at you then smiles at Mike victoriously. You're still blissfully unaware of the tension.

"That one is my absolute favorite." Mike looks up at Tom as you take your phone back and sees his smirk. The score now 1-1.

As you walk Mike out after dinner, you beg him to come to Wade's cookout tomorrow. "Okay, I'll be there. But only if I can play with those kids."

"Deal. Oh, I'm just so glad to see you again, Mike!" You pull him in again for one last hug before he leaves. As he walks down the steps and back to his car, you lock the door. You turn around to see Tom standing in the entryway, his jaw set. Your eyebrows knit together. "What? What's the matter?"

He wasn't looking at you. He was looking past you. "Nothing. I just, uhh...nothing, darling."

"No, tell me. What is it?" You walk toward him. He plants his hands at your waist and you pull him down for a kiss.

"It's really nothing. I'm just tired."

You nod. "Okay. Let's go to bed then. It's going to be an early day tomorrow anyway." You lace your fingers with his and Tom follows behind you up to your bedroom. He experienced another first that night. Jealousy. He didn't like the thought of someone else with his eye on you. That was clearly what Mike had.
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