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Surreal Moments	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Hiddleston Views: 2312 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Jack and Denise dropped the kids back off, Denise pulled you into the den. "What's the matter, are you all right? Did that Tom do something? Do I need to remind him about our little talk from earlier?"

You shake your head with a small smile. "No, Denise, everything is fine with him."

"Well, you certainly look like you've seen a ghost or something. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I promise." Liar. You bring a hand up and stroke your locket, hoping to find some comfort there.

Denise eyes you carefully. She wasn't an idiot but she wasn't one to pry rudely. "All right, as long as you and the kids are fine." There is one last round of hugs and kisses as they left.

"Mommy, lookit I made for Tom!" She pulls out a drawing from her school bag and shows it to you. "Is my bear! See his hat?!" She points proudly.

You smile as you kneel down to her. "It's beautiful, baby. Tom will love it, I'm sure." She hops up from the table to find Jameson as you start to make dinner. Ten o'clock can't get here fast enough.
After you put them both down for bed, you make yourself some of Tom's tea. It has a calming effect after the day you had, especially the afternoon. You just sit down and get comfortable when you hear small footsteps behind you. Without turning around, you know exactly who it was. "Jameson, what are you doing out of bed? You should have been asleep long ago." You turn around on the couch.

Jameson stands in the doorway, rubbing his eyes. "Mama, can I just sit with you a minute?"

"Sure, baby, come here." He climbs up into your lap and snuggles close to you. He picks up your locket and plays with it for a minute before his voice breaks the silence.

"Mama, is Tom gonna stay with us for a long time?"

You think for a moment before answering. "Well...he'll be here for a little while longer, yes."

He nods. "I don't want him to go. How can we make him stay?"

You sigh lightly. "I don't know, sweetheart. I wouldn't worry about that right now though, okay? Things will be just fine. I promise." You don't know how to respond any other way. Mike had planted a seed of doubt in the back of your head. What if he really was just playing house? Where would he even go for his next role? It was too many things for a five-year-old to have in his head. Jameson drops gently against your chest and you wrap your arms around his small body. He keeps playing with your locket but pops his head up when he hears the front door open.

As Tom comes down the hallway and into view, Jameson grins ear to ear. Tom grins back at him and you both, and drops his stuff, putting his hands in his hips. "You're supposed to be in bed, young man." He walks into the den and bends over the back of the couch to give you a kiss. It serves to confirm what you tried to tell yourself all afternoon He's here because he wants to be and he cares about you. It calms your fears a little.

As he pulls away gently, Jameson stands up between your legs and reaches for Tom. He pulls your son up into his strong arms and your heart melts. "Tom, Marie said you were going away. How come?"

Tom frowns a bit before answering. "Well, I have to. My job takes me all over the place. I'm not lucky Iike your mum that I can stay in a home like this all the time." Jameson looks down. You can tell he's getting upset. Tom cups his chin and lifts his face back up. "Don't worry, kiddo. I'm not leaving yet. And even when I do, I will come back and see you and Marie and your mum as much as I possibly can."

You draw a shaky breath at that and Tom glances down at you. "You make my mama really happy. And me too. I like to see her happy."

"And I'll do everything I can to keep it that way. Come on, it's back to bed with you. It's way past your bedtime." As Tom carries him up the stairs, you clean up from your tea. Mike was wrong. While you didn't know where any of this was going to lead you, at least for the moment, he was wrong.

You sit on the couch with your knees drawn up, looking at the TV but not really seeing it. Tom drops in the space between your back and the arm of the chair. You lean back as he pulls your body against him. You lay your head on his chest, curling your body into a ball.

"Tom, I need to tell you something."

He rubs your back, resting his other hand on your knee, tracing circles with his thumb. "What is it, darling?"

You swallow then take a deep breath and say it. Like ripping off a bandaid. "Mike kissed me this afternoon." His hands stop and his body stiffens. A knot forms in your chest.

"He what?"

"He kissed me. I didn't kiss back. We had a fight." You sigh. The knot breaks into tears. "Say something, Tom."

He sets his jaw and wraps his arms around you. "I'm not happy, but I'm glad you told me." He rests his forehead against your temple. "What did you fight about?"

"The moron." You sniff and wipe your eyes. "He asked me to marry him. Can you fucking believe that?"

"Yes."

"What?" You turn to him.

"Darling, you're beautiful, intelligent, determined, a fantastic mother, a wild cat in bed and an amazing person." He cups your chin. "I wouldn't mind asking you somewhere down the road."

Your chest squeezes. "Oh Tom, don't say that."

He shushes you. "I'm guessing that you said no."

"Damn right I said no. He's like my brother. I finally see what Nina was saying about him being jealous of you."

His lips brush your cheek. "I must admit I was jealous of him too."

"What? Why?"

"Because of the affection between you."

"Thomas William Hiddleston. I can't believe you were jealous."

"I was, darling." He nuzzles your ear. "Now, why aren't you in bed? You have deliveries in the morning."

"I wanted to see you. To kiss you. To be held by you."

"I will more than happily oblige." You slide off his lap and turn off the TV. He follows you up to bed and cuddles around you. Your budding relationship with Tom had survived but that said nothing to your friendship with Mike. You'd wait a few days for his pride to heal before you tried to talk to him about it.

For now, Tom's heavy steady breath and heartbeat at your back lulled you to sleep.
Saturday morning was a rare occasion: no soccer practice, no recital, and no need for you to work. With all the high schoolers and college kids home on break, there were plenty of people available to cover for you. You still wake up early, leaving Tom sleeping. He'd had a late night shoot and was wiped when he finally came home.

You sit at the computer with your coffee just enjoying the silence. You also indulgw a guilty pleasure. Even though he was upstairs, asleep in YOUR bed, you find yourself scrolling through Tumblr looking at pictures of him. You hope to find one of him in the waistcoat and the white shirt of sex with the rolled up sleeves. Instead, you find a picture that makes your heart jump into your throat.

It's a slightly grainy picture of the four of you at Jameson's soccer game the weekend before. Tom had Marie in his arms, walking back to the car. Your mouth went dry. Who took that picture? It had to have been an outsider. No one in your little suburb would have done something like that, at least you hope. Your hands shake as you scroll to read the comments.

"OMG GET AWAY FROM ME!" one person wrote. "How fucking adorable is that little girl, tho?" wrote someone else. "He's a damn natural. Someone give that man a baby, plz." A string of "I volunteer!"s followed. Then someone else commented, "Guys, seriously, look how happy he looks right here. If he's with that woman in this photo, she's apparently doing something right."

Your breathing evens out a bit at the last comment. Several other people had reblogged and said something similar. One woman even added, "Damn, and she's pretty too. He knows how to pick em." You try to process everything you'd just read. The fandom doesn't seem to hate you, at least. Well, the ones who'd seen that picture. You don't feel as sick as you did a few minutes before.

As you calm down a bit, you hear little footsteps patter down the stairs. Marie comes around the corner and automatically climbs into your lap. "Good morning, princess."

"G'mornin, mummy."

"Mummy? Sounds like you've been spending too much time with Tom, huh?"

"I'd say, not enough." Tom's voice echoes quietly through from the hallway and he comes shuffling in. You smile up at him and then look down at Marie.

"Did you go wake him up?" She smiles up at you, all teeth, as a confession. "You know you're not supposed to wake people up, Marie. Especially in Mommy's bedroom."

Tom bends to kiss her head then turns to you for your own kiss. "What's that?" He looks at computer screen. You bite your lip. You don't know how he's going to react. As he studies the picture and reads some of the comments, you worry again. After a moment, he finally speaks. "Well, it was bound to get out sooner or later. I can talk to Luke if you'd like. Try to figure out where the shot came from and if we can get it taken down. Just because the children are in it."

You nod. "That would be for the best, I think. At least they don't hate me. I'm glad about that." Tom leans in and kisses your forehead. "Darling, I doubt anyone could."
You spend much of the day cleaning. Tom and the kids spend much of the day playing in the backyard and swimming. You didn't mind. It gave you a mental break from the kids and hearing the laughter of the three most important people in your life made the day so much. You cleaned the out the coffee pot and the kettle. You threw away the broken toys that you could find. Tom had set up his own little workspace in the dining room by the love seat. A stack of books, his laptop, his guitar and glasses. You trace them with your fingertips. One of those surreal moments.

Laundry's a beast, much like every week. But this time, Tom's clothes are in it and smell like him. You're sat down on the bedroom, sniffing one of his shirts when he walks in.

He watches your fingertips trace the collar of the shirt in your hands, really feel the fabric then you bring it to your face and close your eyes, inhaling his cologne and his natural scent. It looks an awful lot like the shirt from the training photos for Coriolanus. Instead of putting it in the pile, you tuck it under the bed. Tom raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything. He clears his throat and you jump.

"Hey baby."

"Hello, darling."

"Coming in for the afternoon?"

"Yes, storm clouds are moving in. The kids are changing in the downstairs bathroom." Tom shuts the door and changes out of his wet trunks. You look up at him, admiring his glorious body. He'd gained back all the muscle he'd lost for the Hank Williams role. You watch him dry off a little more before pulling on clean boxers. Tom catches you watching him. His eyes darken and suddenly, you wish the kids weren't home. "I love it when you look at me like that." He pulls on a pair of jeans, adjusting his growing erection.

"I love it when you're naked." You giggle. Tom pounces on you.

"I love it when you're naked as well." He nuzzles your neck and kisses you behind the ear. Your giggles turn to a sigh.

"Mummy, Tom, are you gonna has a baby?"

You both freeze. Tom slowly lets you up. "I'll let you take this one, darling."

"Marie, why would you ask that?"

"Cuz Miss Maggie an er Misser Dan kissed and hugged lot then Miss Maggie had a baby."

You pat your lap. "Come here." She flops in your lap. You take the brush she's holding and slowly, carefully brush her hair. "No, Tom and I are not going to have a baby. Maggie and Dan had been trying for a while to have a baby. But Lil bear, just because mommy and Tom kiss doesn't mean we're going to have a baby. It means we care deeply for each other. And that's a way to show it."

"You yove Tom?" You take a shuddering breath. Glancing around before you answer, Tom seems to have disappeared downstairs.

"Mommy has always loved Tom. Only now instead of pictures on the computer, I get to know him for real and love who he really is and not just what I know from the Internet."

"Does Tom yove you?"

"I don't know, bear. I hope he will."

"He willw." She stands up. "I yove you so Tom willw too." She leaves you on the floor to sort the laundry and your thoughts.
The storm rolls in and cuts any outdoor plans you had. Tom settles in the den with a book, while the kids watch a movie. You prep dinner and work on laundry between cleaning both bathrooms and both the kids' rooms. A knock startles you from your thoughts as you come down the stairs. Tom answers the door.

His back stiffens. "Is Boots home?"

"Yes, she is." Tom steps to the side, opening the door for Mike. They both see you on the stairs.

He rubs the back of his neck. "Can we talk?"

"Kitchen."

The kids run out of the den. "Uncle Mike!"

"Hey midgets! I gotta talk to your mom and Tom for a minute. Then maybe we can go for ice cream."

"Ice cream!" They jump excitedly then run back to the den.

"I'll make some tea." Tom closes the door then heads to the kitchen. You drop the laundry basket on the floor at the foot of the stairs then follow him into the kitchen. Maybe he'd wised up. He looked like a kicked dog.

Mike doesn't bother with tea. He grabs a beer from the fridge. Tom leaves the cup out anyway. "I want to apologize." You lean on the counter, a safe distance from both men. "I acted like an ass. One for kissing my best friend and two for acting like it was some competition between us."

"I am guilty of that as well." Tom rests his hands on either side of his body on the counter.

"I wasn't lying. You and the kids are a big part of what keeps me going over there. And I don't trust you, Tom. I'm sorry, man. I don't know you and you're an actor. You get paid to pretend and I don't want to see the most important people in my life get hurt."

"I understand, mate. (Y/n) and the kids have become very important to me in the short time I've been here. But I assure you, I'm not pretending my feelings for her. Or them."

"Jason knocked some sense into me. Said he's never seen you this happy before. And no matter what, I want you happy. I couldn't go back to the desert with this between us."

You hug him tightly. "I love you, you big moron."

He hugs back just as tight. "So what's for dinner?"

You move back to stand next to Tom and he slides his arm around your waist. "Was going to be chicken on the grill, but it's raining too hard to get it to light. So I'm thinking of going lazy and ordering pizza."

"Works for me. Hot Hawaiian. And pick out a decent movie this time. Jay! May may! Get your shoes, we're going for ice cream!"

You roll your eyes as Mike's truck backs out of the driveway with your munchkins in the backseat. As much as you tried to keep your kids from being spoiled, the more people they had in their lives, the more rotten they got. At least they were still sweet in the process. Tom comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing and nuzzling your neck. You slide your arms on top of his and smile. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything, my love."

You bite your lip. "How- how much longer do you have left to shoot?"

Tom paused, resting his chin on your shoulder. "I think about six weeks. Then they may do some reshoots. That could take a couple of weeks." You nod. Six more weeks, eight if you were lucky. Then god only knew what would happen.
Mike and the kids return shortly with both ice cream and the pizza you had told him to pick up. "If you're taking my kids for ice cream and ruin their appetites, you're picking up their dinner first."

Jameson carries two cups in his hands. "Mama, we got you and Tom some too!"

"You did! That is so sweet. What kind did you get?"

Marie chimed in, "Mummy, you gets chock-lit and Tom get the bah-nana!" You grin at her and Jameson and put the two cups in the freezer for later.

"All right, what movie are we watching?"

Marie immediately jumps up and down. "Fo-zen! Fo-zen! I pick Fo-zen!!"

Jameson groans. "We watched that last weekend, Marie! I want to watch Muppet Treasure Island! It's my turn to pick!"

Marie starts getting upset and shuffles over to where you and Tom stand in the kitchen. "Mummyyyy....Jameson bein' mean a me!"

You kneel down to her level. "Honey, he's not being mean. It's his turn to pick. You got to pick this afternoon, remember? And you picked a different movie."

She didn't like your answer one bit and immediately turned to Tom, latching onto his leg looking up at him. He smiles down at her, trying to cheer her up. "Tom I wanna watch Fo-zen." She becomes dramatic.

He bends over and picks her up like she's weightless. "Oh, sweet girl, you have to listen to what your mummy says. And she says it's Jameson's turn, okay? We can watch Frozen tomorrow, I promise. How does that sound?" She calms and wraps her little arms around Tom's neck. He had somehow prevented a full-scale meltdown in three sentences. Like, how?

You stare at him with your mouth open. "That's it, I'm keeping you around just for her."

Tom leans over still holding Marie and growls gently in your ear. "I hope that's not all you keep me around for."
You sit cross-legged in your computer chair, sipping on a glass of sweet tea. You'd been working on dissertation all afternoon, taking bathroom breaks and stopping for lunch. You glance toward the den, hearing Frozen still going. Marie had suckered him in to Tangled as well. They'd watched that first. Jameson excused himself to play in his room. He probably had his Legos out, building.

You open a new word file and quickly write a one-shot about your date night, adding in a few details from what happened and embellishing where needed. You're uploading it onto your account when Tom startles you from behind.

"Marie fell asleep."

"Too much Disney." You laugh, quickly minimizing the windows as Tom walks over. He pulls you up to stand then into a hug, nuzzling his face in your hair. His hands rest on your waist, thumbs moving up and down.

"Will you take a break and come sit with me?"

"Of course." Tom sits down in the corner of your loveseat. You sit in the curve of his body, laying your head against his.

"I'd like to take the kids to the park when they wake up."

"Jameson's asleep too?"

"Yes, passed out in a little city like Gulliver."

"We should make the most of this opportunity."

"But that would involve moving."

"True." You sit in silence, cuddling on the loveseat. Tom's breath evens out and his heartbeat slows. Your eyes get heavy and soon you're asleep as well.
After putting the kids to bed later that night, Tom helps you finish picking up the last of the toys in the living room. As you stands up from dropping the stuffed animals in the basket, you catch him staring at your butt. You're wearing a new skirt. You'd made a mental decision to dress up a little bit more when he was here, instead of just relying on your "mom uniform" of yoga pants and t-shirts. Not that he'd had complaint one about them. You wiggle a little to break his attention, and he looks up at you like he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Like what you see?" You wink.

Tom laughs, only a little embarrassed, and tries to play it off. "Well- I mean, it, uh..."

You grin as you walk over to him and spot the small but growing bulge in his pants. You raise up on your tiptoes and whisper, "I certainly like what *I* see."

Tom looks down to you, his guilty face replaced with dark eyes. He presses his lips against yours, wrapping his arms around you to hold you to him. His tongue traces your bottom lip teasing you. You slide your hands into his hair and pull it. Tom breaks the kiss and breathes into your ear. "I love everything I see when I look at you, my dear."

You take his hands and lead him up the stairs, into your bedroom and close the door behind him. Almost immediately, he pushes you up against the door, lips attacking yours in a frenzy. You open your mouth to him and he accepts, tasting every corner of it as you moan. Your hands scramble for the hem of his shirt, and Tom breaks the kiss only long enough for you to peel it off his body. He reaches down and grabs you by the back of your thighs and holds you harder against the door. He tilts his hips just so to hold you there. He's so damn muscular that it doesn't take much effort on his part. But, the feeling of being practically suspended and at his mercy sends a shock through you.

You wrap your legs around him as he fumbles with the buttons on your shirt, revealing your breasts. He practically dives between them, nuzzling the soft flesh and nipping here and there. You fist his hair as he unsnaps the front closure and takes one of your peaks into his mouth. You cry out before you can catch yourself. Tom murmurs against your skin. "Be careful, darling. You don't want the little ones to find us, do you?" You shake your head furiously. He continues his ministrations as you reach for the buckle of his belt. You slip the leather out of the metal and push the zipper of his jeans down. Tom bites down gently on you as you slide your hand into his boxers, finding him rock hard. He groans as you wrap your fingers around him. You squeeze him, and he bucks into your hand. "Do that again and I might not be able to control myself." He growls against your neck.

"That's the idea, baby." You yelp as Tom pulled you even closer. You don’t think it was possible and you half worry the two of you will break the door. He slides one hand around the top of your thigh and grazes his fingers over your center. Even through your little cheekies, he can tell just how wet you were. He skates two fingers inside the band at your leg and grazes past your lips. You cover your mouth to keep from moaning too loud. Tom chuckles evilly and keeps going.

He traces the outline of your entrance as you buck your

hips. He taps your clit as you throw your head back, desperate for more of his touch. “I need you. I need you now, Tom.” You reach for the waistband of his undone jeans and push them down his thighs as far as they go. You hear and fell a rip as Tom ruins your undies and aligns the head of his cock with your entrance.

You grip his shoulders as he grips your hips, and you

slide yourself down onto him. You watch his eyes roll back in his head at the sensation. Being with Tom Hiddleston was surreal enough sometimes, but watching him become almost incapacitated because of you is nothing short of a mini-power trip. You feel his body tense as he tries to keep you both upright. You take the opportunity to start pumping yourself up and down on him, rolling your hips and clenching your walls down around him. It draws the most animalistic groan from him and spurs you on. Tom thrusts his hips to match yours and you feel the first wave of your orgasm coming.

You reach up and grab the hooks on the back of the door. He leans his head forward and captures one of your nipples in his mouth. You both thrust faster and harder. As Tom nibbles his way across your chest, you can’t take it anymore. His thrusts become more and more erratic and as he sucks hard on your flesh, you lose it. White stars explod behind your eyes and you arch your back into him. You clamp a hand over your mouth to muffle your screams, and almost have to do the same for Tom a moment later. He releases deep inside you, panting and thrusting and whimpering til the very end.

You both still for a moment and gasp for air. Tom reaches up and brushes your hair out of your eyes and kisses you softly. You

return the kiss gently and slide your hands around his neck. As the kiss breaks, you rest your foreheads together and he nuzzles your cheeks. He loves to do that and you love when he does. The words slip from your mouth before you can stop yourself. “I love you, Tom Hiddleston.”

Tom positively beams before he kisses you. "Say it again."

"I love you." He carries you over to the bed and sets you on your feet. Pushing off your shirt and bra, he leans in and kisses your throat.

"Say it again, darling."

"I love you, Tom." He grabs your skirt at your hips and pulls it and your ripped panties down your legs.

"God, I love it." He kisses behind your knees and nips the flesh, getting you wet all over again. He kisses your thighs then places one on your mound. He moves to your belly then your breasts and nipples. "Lay down." You lay down on the bed and scoot back. You watch as Tom sheds his shirt, pants and boxers. He's already semi hard again. "I'm so glad you said it. It was getting harder and harder for me not to." He crawls onto the bed and over you. You open your legs so he can nestle between them. "I want you to tell me if I'm too heavy for you." He lays his weight on you, wrapping his arms under your shoulders. You look into his eyes.

"No. It's perfect."

"I beg to differ, darling." He slides inside you slowly, fully. You stare deep into his eyes. "This is perfect." Your body shakes with the intensity of each hard, slow thrust. He doesn't let you look away. Your skin and his skin slide against one another. It's almost too much. His parted lips hover over yours, your breath mingling together. "Say it again."

Your back arches off the bed, pushing your breasts into his chest. Breathlessly, you say it again. "I love you, Thomas."

He groans and takes your mouth in a slow, languid kiss. His tongue explores your month, dancing with yours. "I love you."

"Oh god." The orgasm takes you by surprise. "Oh fuck." Your clenching body sends him into his.

"I love you, darling." He kisses you then withdraws and rolls you both onto your sides. You wrap your legs around his and snuggle into his chest.
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