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Surreal Moments	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Hiddleston Views: 2312 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tom's fingers lace with yours as his pins your hands above your head. His lips find the pulse in your neck. You spread your thighs wider. Each thrust drawing a low moan from you. You close your eyes against the bright morning sunlight. Your hands shook as he continued this slow, delicious torture. He could let your hands go, but he'd rather hold your hands than your thigh.
"My sweet love." He murmurs against your lips before taking them. You weren't quite sure what spawned this languid, intense lovemaking but dear god it felt fantastic. Every nerve was electrified. He leans back, finding a different angle and white stars explode behind your eyes. Before you can scream out your orgasm, his mouth covers yours. He continues through gritted teeth, savoring the way your body clenches around him. Your orgasm throws him into his, shuddering and groaning into your mouth. He drops to your side, only releasing one hand. His body curls around you.

"Good morning, love."

"Good morning, darling. Why don't you shower while I fix breakfast?"

"That's a great idea. Something light. Jameson's going to be running alot and I'd rather he not throw up in the heat."

"Such a wonderful mother you are." You grin at the compliment. He leans up. "I'll shower while you're getting the kids ready." You nod. His kisses you sweetly, lingering at your lips. He didn't like being jealous. But the thought of you with anyone but him made his chest tight. Especially when Mike had clearly come over last night with other things in mind than dinner.

"Are you ok, Tom?"

"Fine. Just enjoying you while I can." He fingertips trail down your calf as he scoots of the bed. You watch him pull his black track pants on then disappear out your bedroom door.

How lucky were you? Things just kept getting better and better.

You grin like an idiot as you shower, pulling on a comfy tee and shorts and your running shoes. You pull your hair up into a high ponytail. As you come down stairs, you hear Marie and Tom talking in the kitchen. You sit down on the stairs, listening.

"I yike you, Tom."

"Well I like you, Marie."

"You make mama smile. I yike mama's smile."

"I like your mother's smile too. I think it's beautiful. I think she's beautiful."

"Do I gots a bootiful smile too?"

"Yes, you do. You're every bit as beautiful as your mother."

"Tom, are you gonna say wif us?"

"For a little while, yes."

"Are you gonna yeave yike bubby's daddy did?"

"No, princess. I'm not. Come on. Let's go check on your mummy and Jameson."

You stand up and come down the stairs the rest of the way. "May may, let's get you dressed. Nice play clothes."

"I pick!" She hurries past you on the stairs. Jameson throws the door open to his room. He's already dressed and ready, a bubbling ball of excitement.

"Morning, mommy. Morning, Tom." He hurries into the kitchen. "Oh! Bagels and strawberries! And chocolate milk!"

"I'll just hop in the shower." He lays his hand on your belly then kisses your temple. You smile, turning to kiss his cheek.

"We need to leave in 15 minutes."

"That's 5 more than I need." You follow him back upstairs so you can get Marie dressed. She's picked out a blue tutu to match the color of Jameson's jersey. You put her in a light blue peasant top and sandals then pull her hair up into pig tails. Tom pokes his head in the door. "There's my girls. Ready?"

"Ready."
Marie sits in front of Tom, coloring on the bleacher seat. You keep stealing glances at him behind your sunglasses. This morning keeps coming back to your mind, breaking your focus. His touch had been so loving and gentle. The way his captivating eyes looked right into your soul. You were in serious trouble. You pull your focus back to the game.

"There's only a few minutes left."

"Tom. Jameson has the ball." You both start to stand up, cheering him on as he gets closer. He maneuvers around the defender and scores the game winning goal. You scream and turn to Tom who's yelling in pride, his fist raised at shoulder height.

"My son just scored his first goal. And won the game!" You throw arms around him then kiss him excitedly in front of half the town, not caring of anyone knows. He returns your kiss, resting his hands on your waist.

"Come on. Let's go congratulate him." Tom scoops up Marie and you both clambor down the bleachers.

"Mama! Tom! Did you see?!"

"We sure did!"

You give proud hugs then the pair of you head back to your house. The kids thunder into the house. "Jameson Wayne. Change your clothes. We gotta get over to Aunt Nina and Uncle Wade's."

"And while I have a moment alone." You turn to Tom who pulls you onto a hug, nuzzling his face into the side of your neck. You giggle and squeeze him back. His teeth scrape your pulse and catch your breath.

Jameson thunders down the stairs. "K. Ready!" He darts out the door, Marie in tow.

The cookout is fantastic. Everyone has so much fun. Jameson and Marie are running through the sprinkler after they had changed into their bathing suits. You introduce Tom to everyone he hasn't already met. Everyone seems to be falling under his spell, even Wade. You figure he would be the toughest nut to crack, as he was very accustomed to playing "bad cop". You know Tom is in good though, when Wade offered him a beer. That was always the barometer.

"He is one sexy hunk of man, Boots. You better not let him go anytime soon, I'm telling ya."

You grin as you sip your drink. "Oh, don't you worry. I don't think he's going anywhere anytime soon."

At that moment, you hear a familiar car pull up the gravel driveway and went around the the side of the house to meet it. It's Mike. Tom watches you like a hawk as you make your way around, careful to still listen to Wade as he talks. He doesn't want to appear disrespectful. You wave to Mike as he climbs down from his truck.

"Hey you, long time no see!" Mike grins at you, carrying a 12 pack of Natty Light. You grimace. "Ugh, Natty? Really Mike? When are you gonna start drinking real beer, like a man?"

He made a face at you. "When you grow up and start acting like a lady."

"Oh, so never then? Alrighty!"

You pull each other in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "The kids are here?" Mike pulls away.

"Yeah, back here in the sprinkler. Come on." You lead him around to the backyard and call out, "Jameson! May may, look who I found out front!!"

The kids look up and see Mike and come running. "Uncle Mike!! Uncle Mike!!" They run into his arms as Tom comes up behind you. He can't get over the jealousy and he wants to be right there as Mike stands and turns around.

He did, and the two men came face to face with each other. The tension rises with you still totally blind to it. "Mike, it's great to see you again." Tom smiles at him.

Mike falters as he wasn't prepped for Tom's greetin, and stutters out a, "Hello, good to see you too, buddy." Tom slides his arm around your waist and you smile up at him. Before any of you could say anything else, Nina bounds over to make her own greetings. As she spun off how glad she was to see him, Mike looks back at you with the least bit of wist. Tom looks directly at him as he kisses your temple. 2-1, Tom.

The afternoon wears on with everyone full and tired. Jameson is worn out and half-asleep on the back porch swing. Mike plays games with Marie as you, Tom, Nina, and Wade all sit on a blanket in the grass talking about nothing in particular. Marie comes skipping over to plop down into your lap. Mike follows behind to find an empty spot beside you. As she sits in your lap, she reaches her arms out to Tom, who leans forward to nuzzle her nose. It was like a game to her, her favorite one. It had yet to fail to make her laugh. You watch their silly game and giggle.

"Mama, Tom make you smile?" Marie looks up at you.

"Yes, baby, all the time."

"Tom say I has bootiful smile too!"

You gasp playfully with eyes wide. "He did?! That's so nice of him! Did you say 'thank you'?"

At your prompt, Marie stands up in your lap and reaches for Tom again. She wraps her little arms around his neck, and Tom lifts her from your lap to squeeze her gently. He and Mike exchange dark stares across the blanket. And while you had yet to catch on to any of that, Nina ses everything. "Boots, could you help me in the kitchen? I want to put some of the food away before it spoils."

"Yeah, I'd love to help." You stand up then bend over to give Tom a kiss before hopping up the deck steps, following Nina. As soon as the sliding door closes behind you, she drags you further inside. "What, what are you doing?"

"Oh my GOD, do you see what's going on between the two of them?"

"Between who? What are you talking about?"

Nina gives you a look. "You idiot, Tom and Mike. All day they've been like two male gorillas at mating season over you. How do you not realize?"

You roll your eyes. Tom Hiddleston, jealous over you? "Yeah right, Nina. And maybe later, we can get into my spaceship and fly around the galaxy and go see the stars. Get real, that is not happening."

"Believe it, girl. Those two men are about a shade and a half away from getting into it over you."

The thought plays in your mind as you say goodbyes to everyone later and head home. Jealous? No way. Although you have to admit...it is one of the sexier things you'd ever thought you'd heard.
The following Friday and Saturday brought graduation parties. 40 of them to be exact. Tom went with you to everyone. He saw how much a part of your community you are. He begins to question how he can take you away from them or if you'll even go.

You can hear Amy and Jason talking to Tom as you finish getting ready. A pair of distressed jeans hugs your curves. The green plaid short sleeve shirt brings out your eyes. The tight white cami underneath it brings out your cleavage. The locket Tom bought you in London sits on the cleft of your breasts.

Tom looks up as you come down the stairs. "There's my darling. Your brother thought you might have fell in."

"Ha. I still get ready faster than you do."

"Where are you going tonight?"

"I'm taking Tom to Cadillac Ranch." Amy busts up laughing.

"You are not!"

Tom looks confused. "Oh yes. And if I can, I'm getting him on it."

"On what?"

Jason claps his shoulder. "You're in for it, friend."

Tom questions you the entire way to the bar, but you evade him. Expertly. With kisses.

The bar is a typical country bar. Modern poppish country music plays loudly.

"Come on, limey. Buy your girlfriend a drink." You take his hand and start to push through the crowd.

"Lead the way, Yank." He smacks your ass with his other hand.

"Two shots of Jameson and two with water." The bartender nods. Tom pays the man and you toast. "To books."

"Books?"

"Books. Because I found love in them." Tom beams and goes in for a kiss.

"Did you just say you love me?"

You blush but evade the question by doing the shot. "Let's dance." You move onto the floor dancing together. "I should be honest."

"Please do."

"I hate this music. I love old country. Which when you played Hank, I knew I was done for."

His hands slide from your hips to wrap around you. He leans in so you can hear him. "I knew I was done for when you smiled at me." He kisses your ear.

Sever al shots and several dances later, you pull him over to a fenced in area surrounded by people cheering. He's tall enough to see what's going on.

"That?!" His eyes widen. "You want me on that?!"

"Oh yes! I'll go first. See if I can beat my last time."

"You come here alot?"

"Not so much since Mike's been overseas." Tom's brow furrows. "Come on."

Tom watches you kick off your shoes then straddle the mechanical bull. You grip it with your thighs and tuck your feet in as best you can. You grab on and lift your arm. The bull starts up. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Four seconds. It whips you off. You come up laughing. Tom comes around as you're putting your shoes on.

You jump into his arms. "You were amazing." He kisses you deeply, you feel it down into your toes. He grips your head and puts his lips against your ear. "I can't wait for you to ride me like that later." You shiver in anticipation.

"Let's go get another shot and you go."

"Darling, I'll bust my arse."

"That's why there's pads, baby."

"Alright fine. But -you're- riding -me- later."

You both take the shot then Tom assumes position on the bull. "Go, Tom!" The bull starts up. One second. Two seconds. And it whips him off. He crawls over the side.

"Oh you so owe me for this, little girl."

"I do?"

"You do."

"Let me show you how it's done." You both turn to see Mike.

"Mikey! Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" You jump up hug him and he lifts you off the ground with a growl.

"Mike." Tom nods and you can almost see a flicker of what Nina told you.

"Tom."

"Well come on, solider. Show us how it's done!" You smack his arm and he pushes you to the side. You and Tom both watch as he kicks off his shoes and assumes the bull. One second. Two. Three. Four. Five seconds. The crowd cheers.

"Not bad for being in the desert the last 10 months." You miss Mike's smirk as you take both of their hands and turn to the bar. 2-2

"Shots. For my two favorite men." They follow you to the bar.

"This rounds on me." Mike pays for the first round of shots. Tom the second.

Jace Everett 'Bad Things' comes on. You do the typical girl squeal. "Oh my god. I love this song. Come on, baby. We're dancing." You grab Tom and pull him onto the floor. You dance, hips together. In your whiskey bliss, you miss the daggers the men stare back and forth. Mike watches with a grim frown as he drinks his beer. Tom leans in and whispers in your ear.

"Darling, I do believe this could be our song. I want to do bad things to you."

"And I'll let you, Mr. Hiddleston." You pull him down into a deep kiss. Your whiskey soaked tongues wrestle and his hands move up your back from your waist and into your hair, holding your head. When he kiss breaks, you're both out of breath. "Let's go home."

Tom looks up from the kiss to find Mike watching, red faced. 2-3, Tom. "We've had quite a bit too drink, my love. Maybe we should get a hotel and a cab."

"That's a spectacular idea. I'll just go tell Mikey bye."

Tom walks behind you, discreetly adjusting himself. "We're out of here. I'm gonna go take advantage of Tom. Night, fucker." Mike hugs you, making it linger longer than Tom likes. He kisses your cheek.

"Night, fucker."

You walk outside, a little unsteady on your feet. "Take advantage of me?"

"That's right."

The cab rolls up. "Nearest hotel." You drape your legs across his lap. Tom leans in and kisses you, his hand working it's way up your thigh.

The two of you bust through the door to your hotel room, all hands and lips on each other. You almost rip Tom's shirt off him as he backs you up against the bed. He pulls at your top, desperate to see it in a pile on the floor with your jeans. You push his shirt off his shoulders and savor the feeling of his broad, muscular back under your hands. Tom moves his lips to your neck, finding that favorite little spot of his and sucking and licking the small patch of flesh.

Your head rolls and you moan out. "God, Tom, don't stop!"

He murmurs against your skin. "Never, darling." He continues his ministrations. Your hands fumble at his belt and the zipper on his pants, his knead the soft skin of your back. You finally got them down as Tom gently pushes you down onto the bed. He continues his assault down your body, undoing your own jeans and pulling them down your hips along with your panties. You lace your fingers into his hair as he nuzzles and kisses every new inch of exposed skin. You can't take much more of this. Between the dancing and the sheer presence of him, and the notion that he was jealous over you, you are about to go out of your mind.

You grab his hands settled on your stomach and pull him up to you. Tom protestes at first, but climbs over you and you roll him over onto his back. You feel him throb and are dying to fulfill your promise to him you made at the bar earlier tonight. But not yet. You want just a few more moments of teasing him before you're going to give him exactly what he wanted. Tom looks up at you with eyes wide and jaw hanging open. You reach behind you and unhook your bra. In all the excitement, you had forgotten about it. As you slip it down your arms, Tom's eyes got even wider. You want to tease him a bit and this was doing just the trick.

"Baby, be careful...your eyes are gonna come right out of your head if you're not careful."

Tom growls up at you as you bring your hands to your nipples, pinching them lightly and rolling them between your fingers. You rock your hips back and forth, teasing him even more. Tom brings his hands up to your breasts and covers your hands. You move your hands to his wrists and look deep into his eyes as you raise your hips. Another low growl comes from him as you line the head of his cock up with your entrance. You almost scream as you slide down his length and throw your head back. You wouldn't last long and you knew it, and neither would Tom. As you begin riding him, you moan like a wild animal. Tom answers your cries with his own and bucks his hips up to meet yours.

"Ride me, sweet girl. Let me hear you." You speed up your pace. You feel the coil tightening deep inside your belly. It wouldn't be long now. Tom releases your right nipple and moves his hand down to your clit. He worries it with the pad of his thumb, drawing it out further and further. As he pinches it gently, you can't take any more. Your orgasm hits you, and you throw your head back, gasping and screaming. His own climax comes almost immediately after. Feeling you milk him, he throws his own head back on the pillow. You hold fast to his wrist and use it as an anchor to keep from falling directly on top of Tom.

He guides you back down to the bed gently, both of you trying to catch your breath. Tom pulls you in close to him, wrapping both arms around you as you slide your top leg over his. He kisses your forehead and cheeks, savoring the feel of your flushed skin under his lips. After a few minutes, your breathing evened out and you start to slip into sleep. Before you do though, you peer out through heavy eyelids to see Tom already asleep. You breath out a laugh and mouth silently against his ear, "I think I do love you."
You feel something warm and wet between your legs, drawing you awake. Oh god, did you start your period early? You reach down to check. And run your hands into Tom's hair. Oh god! Tom's tongue presses flat against your clit. You groan, reflexively opening your thighs more and lifting your hips off the bed. He moans against you and draws your clit between his lips. You gasp and close your fingers in his hair. He chuckles then slips two fingers inside you. Your body clenches around his digits. His tongue and lips mercilessly tease your clit, bringing you higher. Your back arches of the bed. "Oh fuck. Oh Thomas. Oh god!" His tongue laps at your folds then returns to punishing your clit, his fingers sliding in and out. He adds a third digit and your groan is positively animalistic. "Oh god! Oh Thomas! Oh yes!" Your orgasm explodes in a rush of white heat. You clench his hair and pull him down into you, thrusting your hips up. You fall back to the bed, a warm languid pool.

Tom crawls up to lean over you. "Good morning, beautiful."

"Good morning, handsome." He kisses you thoroughly. You taste yourself on his lips and tongue and it's not entirely unpleasant. "To what do I owe this wake up to?"

"I let you sleep in. I went for my run. Got the kids up for day care. Then I couldn't resist a bite to eat."

"What time is it?"

"10. I'll be filming late tonight and with you having to open for deliveries tomorrow, I was afraid I wouldn't get time with you."

"You could have woke me up earlier."

"Nonsense. You deserve a rest."

"Thank you. For the extra sleep. And the amazing orgasm."

"My pleasure." He leans down and teases your lips with his tongue. "I love to watch your pretty face when you cum."

"Mmmm, well let's see if you can do it again, tiger."

"I bet I can." He works his hips, sliding snugly into you. You both freeze, panting. He licks your lips so you open them, inviting him in. He kisses you as he begins to move, eating every little sound you make and answering it with his own.

You draw your nails down his back, getting a hiss in pain and pleasure. He wraps your legs around his waist then grabs onto the headboard. Each thrust brushes your sweet spot. "Oh fuck! Oh god, Thomas!"

He growls and thrusts harder. "Cum. Cum for me, darling." His arms shake. "Let me see how beautiful you are." Your second orgasm hits like a blow to the gut, taking your breath away. Tom finds his as your walls milk him.

He leans his full weight on you for a moment then rolls to the side. You both lay there, panting.

"You've ruined me, Hiddleston. I'm done for."

"I've been called a life ruiner." He wraps his arms around you and pulls your body into the curve of his. "But I could say the same for you."

You laugh. "I've ruined Tom Hiddleston's life. That'll definitely crash tumblr."

His curiosity gets the better off him. "Have you posted anything about us?"

"What? Are you fucking kidding? And have every crazy in the fandom threatening to gut me if I hurt you."

"They do that?" He props himself up and looks down at you.

"Baby, you have a psychoticly loyal fanbase. Most of us are sane, rational women. But then there's the crazies."

"If any of the more 'spirited' fans ever bother you, you tell me. After the incident with Jane-"

You hold up your hand. "Please. Please don't mention that woman in this house. I don't know her but what I did hear of her, I didn't like. One of my irrational fangirl moments."

"No, that's fine. She's not important anyway. You are." He turns your hand and kisses the palm. "So very important."
You sit on your porch swing, watching traffic go by. Jack and Denise had picked the kids up for the afternoon. You took advantage and read on your porch, enjoying the slow spin of the ceiling fan in the June Indiana heat.

Mike's truck growls to a stop in your driveway. You can't fight the grin as he drops out of the driver's side door. "Hey."

"Hey you. What's up?"

"I'm headed up to Turkey Run with some of the guys. A week and a half before I go back to the desert, I'm enjoying as much leafy green as I can." He lifts your legs and sits on the swing then sets your legs over his lap. "Is Tom here?"

"No, he's filming late tonight."

"The kids?"

"At Jack and Denise's."

He nods then seems to make a decision. Before you can react, he grabs the back of your head and pulls you into a deep kiss and your body into his lap. You push off to stand up.

"Mike, what the hell are you doing?"

"Apparently not the right thing." He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. "This isn't going how I expected it to go."

You lean against the porch rail and cross your arms over your chest. "What isn't?"

"This. You." He leans back and lays his arm along the back of the swing.

"What are you talking about?"

"You're with Tom. And whatever English mojo he's running I can't compete."

"Mike."

"The real reason I came home is because I'm being moved to the Afghan Mountains. You remember watching that documentary with me? Restrepo?"

"Yea?"

"I'm going there."

"Fuck." You drop to the porch, the air leaving your lungs and the strength leaving your legs.

"I wanted to-" He sighs. "I came over that first night to ask you to marry me."

"You what?" Your head snaps up.

"You and the kids have kept me going. I thought if maybe I had a wife and a family to come back to, it would make that fucking hell more tolerable."

You stand up and back away. "Mike, I can't-"

"I've loved you since I hauled your ass out of that creek when you and Jimmy got separated that one camping trip."

"But you never said anything." He looks at you. "You let me waste another three years with him. You let me get abandoned. And you never said a word."

"Boots-"

"No. You don't get to do this. You don't get to make me question everything in my life when I'm finally happy. I love Tom."

"Please. You've known him less than two months."

"So? I knew Jimmy our whole lives. Look how that turned out."

"He's an actor."

"Mike."

"He's probably just playing you. Playing house until his filming is done."

"Why because I'm not good enough for someone like him to really care for me or love me?"

"You know that's not what I meant."

"You need to leave."

"Boots-" You slam the front door behind you and lock it. You wait for the sound of his truck pulling away but you let yourself cry.
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