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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 curses softly. "Darling, my laptop battery died. May I use yours? I just need to send a few emails."

"Of course." You continue cutting the peppers and onions for curry. The curried chicken crisping in the skillet spices up the kitchen. You dance around the kitchen for a moment to your latest favorite song, Bad habit by the Kooks.

Tom sends off his emails but the file on your desktop entitled 'Hiddles' gets his attention. He smiles as you sing along with song. A few clicks reveals your entire photo collection of him, carefully organized into photo shoots, characters, awards, gifs and a few others. The one entitled 'spank bank' has special attention. He glances toward the kitchen but there's no sign of you. There's a few gifs, the manipulated photo of him in tub for the 1800 shoot, several from Coriolanus and Moscow and ELLE UK. He closes the file, feeling slightly guilty for snooping. He knew you were a fan so it's not awkward. He's just not sure how to process it.

"Come pick out the wine, love!"

"Be right there." He won't deny the thought of you touching yourself to pictures of him is turn on though.
That Friday was date night. You stand in your closet with Marie on the bed playing with her bear. She'd barely set it down since Tom gave it to her. She said she would help you pick out what to wear...but being three years old, she wasn't the best at picking her own outfits yet, let alone ones for you. The effort was sweet though. Jameson had pulled Tom into his room to help him "pick out" what he was to wear.

"Marie, what do you think of this dress for mommy?" You pull down the red one with the light ruffles on the skirt.

"I yove dat one, mummy! Wear dat one!!" She jumps up and down on the bed. You slide it off the hanger and unzip the back to slip it on.

"Come on, help mommy pick out some jewelry too."

Down the hall, Jameson carefully examines Tom's choice of outfit. "What do you think? Is it all right, buddy?"

Jameson thought for a moment, squinting his eyes and rubbing his chin. He finally nodded. "Yeah, this is a good one. Mama will like this one. I'm sure of it." Tom grins at him and raises his hand for a high five. Jameson returns it with vigor and Tom sits down on the bed next to him. Jameson quiets and looks down at his feet.

"Are you all right?" He doesn't respond, so Tom prods a bit more. "You know, you can always tell me if something is bothering you, Jameson. I want you to trust me." Tom knows it would be a huge step he would have to take sooner or later, and he hoped it would be sooner. Tom was wrapped around Marie's little finger, but still felt like Jameson was keeping some distance.

After a minute, Jameson opens up a bit. "Tom, do you love my mama?"

"I do. Very much. And you and your sister, too." Jameson nods at that.

"I do too. And I don't want my mama to be sad if you leave like my dad did." Tom's heart clenches. This was why he'd felt a distance. He wraps his arms around Jameson and pulls him into his lap.

"Jameson, you have nothing to worry about. I have no plans to leave your mum the way your dad did. I may have to go away for a while because of my job, but I want you to know you will never have to worry about me making your mum or you or your sister sad like that."

Jameson processes what he could and nods again. "Okay." "I promise, Jameson. Now, let's go see if your mum is ready." Jameson hops up and leads the way to your bedroom, where you had just finished putting on the last of your jewelry.

"Come see mummy, she's so pretty!!" As Tom stepped through the doorframe, you gasp. His white button-down and the grey waistcoat you loved. He'd left his hair just a little bit wild. It makes you want to run your fingers through it. He's just as struck by you in your dress, staring with a light smile.

"You look...amazing." You step towards him and pull him close.

"So do you."

~*~

After dinner, you and Tom walk hand in hand downtown. "This must all be really underwhelming, huh?"

He looks down to you. "What do you mean?"

You shrug. "It certainly can't compare to London. I'm sure the nightlife is way more entertaining there."

Tom smiles a bit and drops his head. "Well...you do have a point there. But the present company more than makes up for any imagined lack of nightlife." Now, it's your turn to smile and blush.

As you stroll along a bit further, you come upon one of your old stomping grounds, a music venue right on the river called Copper Penny. "Oh my god, I didn't know this place still existed anymore!" The live music drifts out the open door, and you couldn't help but pull Tom in with you.

Tonight's crowd is much more subdued than you had ever seen when you used to come here. But tonight's musician is different than most. He sits on the stage with just his acoustic guitar and a drummer behind him, a second guitarist on another stool beside him. The floor was wide open in front of them, save for a handful of couples dancing. You grin at the scene. You can't remember the last time you danced with anyone, and you hoped Tom would be in the mood. You needn't have worried though. The singer finishes his song and thanks everyone. "All right, for our next song, we've wanted to do this cover for a while now, and we hope you like it."

You recognize the opening notes almost immediately. Tom slides up behind you. "May I have the pleasure of this dance, my dear?"

"Of course." You turn to face him. He snakes an arm around your back and takes hold of your right hand as the song continued. It's a damn good cover of "Kiss Me" by Ed Sheeran. Your bodies sway gently in time together. You try desperately to keep the lump from forming in your throat.
*Settle down with me

I'll be your safety

You'll be my lady
I was made to keep your body warm

But I'm cold as, the wind blows

So hold me in your arms*
You hold fast to each other even as the song ends and the other couples break apart. Out of the corner of your eye, Tom is recognized. Part of you is still so nervous about being seen with him, afraid he would change his mind once it got out or deny it all together. "You've been spotted, Tom."

"We've been spotted. And I say let them look." He leans down to kiss you.

The singer moves on to Eric Clapton 'Wonderful Tonight'. Tom tucks a stray hair behind your ear, his fingertips caressing your cheek. You lean into his hand. He runs his thumb along your bottom lip.

"I love you."

You swallow, overcome with one of those surreal moments. "I love you." He takes your lips in a kiss that reminds you of Hester and Freddie. "Is this really happening? I mean, I'm not in a coma somewhere living out every fangirl fantasy I've ever had about you, am I?"

"No, darling. No coma. No fantasy. Wonderful reality." You lay your head on his shoulder and sway with him. "Some days, I feel like I've dreamed you and the children into reality." You scoff. "No, my love. You're perfect for me in every way and the children are plucked right out of my dreams." You blink back the happy tears that suddenly spring forth. You sniff. "Darling? Are you crying?"

"No." Liar.

Tom lifts your chin. "Baby, why are you crying?" You shake your head and reach to wipe away your tears. Tom catches your wrist and wipes them away himself. "Please. Why are you crying?"

"Happy tears."

Tom's eyes search your face to make sure everything is alright. He holds your chin and kisses you softly. The music stops but the two of you continue to sway. "What time are your parents bringing the little ones home?"

"Tomorrow when they come for the cookout."

"Then let's go take advantage of an empty house." His fingers trail down your arm then his arm circles your waist. He drops a twenty on the bar to pay for the drinks you barely touched.
You press your head back into bed, arching off the bed. Tom pulls your arms from around his shoulders. His fingertips skim up your soft flesh. His back flexes wonderfully in the moonlight. You glimpse the reflection in the mirror. The way the muscles of his ass clench with each thrust. You groan and close your eyes. His mouth covers yours as his hands covers yours, lacing your fingers together.

Your feet slip off his waist to rest on his thighs. His slow, hard pace speeds up as you rock your hips to meet his. Your release explodes in a rush of tingling heat and his name screamed to ceiling. Tom squeezes your hands, bearing down harder and deeper. He buries his face in your neck, teeth scraping on your collarbone. He finds his release and pushes you into a second. He falls to the side, trying to catch his breath. "I want to ask you something."

"Anything."

He rolls over and props himself above you. "Come home with me to London. Before you say you can't, just for a month. Until school starts for you and the children."

"Tom, I don't know."

"Think about it. There's three more weeks of filming. You've welcomed me into your home, made me a part of your little family. I want you to come make my home yours and be a family with me there."

"I'll think about it."

"Wonderful."
The next morning you wake up tangled in the sheets and Tom's legs. Your fingertips ghost over his cheekbones and his scars. This still felt like a dream. You move to play with his hair. He sighs and frowns so you stop. You start to slide out of bed but he whines and pulls you tighter against him, hooking a leg around both yours.

"Nu-uh, we've no children this morning. You're staying right here."

You cuddle into his chest. "Did you know there's a twitter account for these chest hairs?"

He chuckles. "I had heard that, yes. What was it Tom's 12 chest hairs?"

You giggle. "Yea but they're wrong. You have more than 12. But they're scattered all over." You begin playing with his little sporadic tufts of chest hair.

"We're supposed to be sleeping in."

You sigh. "Habit." His hand moves down to lift your leg onto his hip. You feel his erection between you. "Oh Thomas." You guide him to your entrance. No prep work or foreplay has left you tight. You clench your teeth and hiss as he works his way in, your body responding immediately. He lifts your leg higher on his waist, finding a different angle. Just as he starts to move, someone knocks on the door. Loudly. And repeatedly.

You both groan and let your foreheads together. "COMING!"

"Not now." Tom grumbles and lets you roll away. You tug on a pair of yoga pants and tami then hurry downstairs. Tom pulls on his track pants and comes behind you, hoping that his arousal fades for the moment.

You throw open the door then immediately try to close it. A strong hand pushes against it and wins, slamming the door back into the wall. You both grunt.

"Get out of my house."

"What? Not happy to see me?"

"You know goddamn well I'm not happy to see you! Get the fuck out of my house!"

Tom hears you yelling and runs down the stairs. "What's going on?"

"Nothing. Jimmy was just leaving."

"No, I wasn't. Don't lie to your limey prick."

"Hey!"

"No need for insults, sir." Tom frowns and crosses his arms over his bare chest. "I believe she told you to leave."

"Leave. Now. Jimmy." Your ex, high school sweetheart, once thought to be the love of your life just stands there. You leave the room and come back in, swinging your shotgun up onto you shoulder and racking a round into the chamber. "Get out. Now."

"Fine. Fine. I'll go. But I'll see you both around town." He kicks the screen door open. You slam the door behind him.

"Mom, listen, whatever you do, do NOT let Jimmy into your house or around the kids, okay?" The first thing you could think of as you slammed the door behind Jimmy was your kids. You had to get a jump on him before Jimmy made the rounds.

"What do you think I am, an idiot? I'd never let that dirtbag in my house. You should know that." You breathe a sigh of relief, knowing at least they'd be all right there for a while.

"Thanks, mom. We should be ready over here by noon, so whenever you're ready after that, go ahead and come on over." You and your mom say your goodbyes and you flop down on the couch. What the hell was Jimmy doing in town? And to have the balls to show up at your house? You draw up your knees to your chest and rest your chin on them. His surprise appearance put London absolutely out of the question- no way you were leaving the county, let alone the country, with that asshole possibly within arm's reach of your babies.

Tom's hands slide across your shoulders and massage them. You whine and toss your head back, finding yourself looking directly up at him still in just a pair of track pants. "What the hell? Why is he here now? I should have known he'd pull some shit like this. It's that fucking David's fault." You could have throttled both of them at that moment. And probably run them down with your car, to be honest.

Tom frowns. "Is there anything I can do, love?"

You reach up and touch his forearms. "Yes. Don't let that asshole in the house or near the kids."

"Done."

Just after noon, your whole family barrels into your house. The noise actually calms you a bit. All the familiar sounds make you feel a bit safer. That and you finally triple lock the front door. Jason carries in the burgers he'd made beforehand, Amy a bowl full of salad, your mom her incredible potato salad, and your dad carries a case of beer for everyone. Jameson and Marie scurry upstairs to get into their swimsuits. As all the food is brought into the kitchen, you introduce Tom to your parents for the first time.

"It's so wonderful to meet you both. I've heard so much about you."

Your mom is wary. She knows your history with men. Your dad is much more accepting. He extends his hand and shakes Tom's heartily. "Glad to meet you, Tom. I'm Allan."

"Allan, an absolute pleasure, sir."

Your mom slowly extends her own hand. Tom takes it in both of his. It swallows hers up. "Dolores. Nice to meet you."

Tom beams at her. "The pleasure is absolutely mine, believe me." You watch carefully from the other side of the kitchen counter as your mom softened a bit. It had to have been the British accent, you thought. She nods at Tom then at you.

The kids come flying down the stairs and out the back door to the pool. "Come on, gamma an' gampa! Let's go swimmies!" Your dad chases right after them, but your mom lingers a moment still unsure. Your heartbeat quickens before she steps away in the direction of the back door.

When she was out of earshot, you exhale deeply. Jason saunters into the room, having heard the exchange. "Well, he did a lot better than most, wouldn't you say?"

You smile and shake your head. "Yeah, I'd say so." You walk over to Tom and pull him down for a short kiss. "I'm gonna change into my suit. I'll be right back."

Tom watches you walk away, and Jason comes further into the kitchen. "Don't worry, man. Our mom's bark is always worse than her bite, especially when it comes to Boots."

"For a moment there, I was sure she was going to just eat me alive."

Jason laughs and pats him on the back. "Well, you wouldn't be the first. She's just really protective about her little girl, and her grandkids especially. She's seen her get hurt a lot and even though they aren't especially close, it takes a toll on Mom." Tom nods, completely understanding. Jason sips his beer. "I get the the feeling though, that uh...there's no reason to worry about anything like that. Is there?"

Tom looks over at your brother, a knowing look on his face. Neither really hold in their smiles. Jason's is knowing while Tom's is a little shy and happy. "I have to admit, you are right about that one, Jason."
You stand on the deck of the pool watching your dad play with Jameson and Marie. You see Tom come up the steps. "Hey baby, everything ok?"

"Just fine." With a growl, he grabs you around the waist and tackles you into the pool. You barely have time to scream. You come up sputtering. Tom's grin is huge and the kids are giggling like mad, even your dad is losing it. "Forgive me, darling. You looked hot."

"Oh really?" You jump up and use your body weight to dunk him. He uses those powerful legs to push off and flip you.

Jason stands on back porch with your mom. "What do you know about him?"

"He's an actor. He's pretty talented. Lives in London. He's treats her great, mom. The kids adore him." She frowns as she watches the group of you play in the pool.
You tuck Marie in early. Tom, Jason and your dad had worn her out. Jameson sits on Tom's lap in the den. You hear your mom and him talking.

"What exactly brought you here?"

"I'm filming in town and in Terre Haute."

"And when it's done?"

"I have a few projects lined up stateside."

"My concern is you're getting awfully attached to my daughter and my grandkids. What happens to them when you leave?"

"I know she still has a year left of school. I'm not going to disrupt it. I plan to visit when my film schedules allow and when I'm not, I plan to be here."

"That's a lot of gap, Tom."

"People have long distance relationships all the time. I love her and I'm willing to do anything to make it work."

They both look up as you walk in. "Jay's asleep, love. Want me to take him?"

"No, darling. I'll carry him in there." Your dad jerks awake from where he dozed off on the couch.

"This old man needs to go to bed. Come on, old woman. Take be home and put me to bed." He stands up and wraps you in a bear hug. "It's nice to see you so happy. Tom seems like a great guy."

"He is, daddy."

"Night, pumpkin." He kisses your forehead.

"You be careful. Night, babydoll." Your mom hugs you tightly. "He seems like a nice man."

"Night, mama." You close and lock the doors behind them.

"Darling, I'm going to take a shower." Tom slips up behind you. "Care to join me?"

"The last time we showered together I wound up with a sprained ankle and hypothermia."

"I'll keep you warm. I promise."

"Go ahead without me. I'm just going to check my email."

"Alright, darling." He kisses your forehead. "You could just join me." You level him with a look. "Right. I'm going."

You flop into the chair. Nothing but junk in your email. But email was just an excuse to check Tumblr. Sure enough. There were the pictures from Friday night. The comments ran the gammut from "He looks so happy." And "Look at that. They're so in love." To "I hate her." And "lucky bitch." To "I wonder who she is." And "Has this been confirmed? Is it official?" Well, you knew it would happen. You close it with a shakey sigh. This was all so new still. It'd only been two months, but it felt so much longer.

You hear the shower running. A quick check of all the locks and lights then you head upstairs. Steam fills your bathroom. Tom faces away from you, head down in the spray. You shed your clothes and slide into the shower, wrapping an arm around his chest.

"Hello darling, glad you decided to join me." Your hands slide down his belly. His breath stutters when you wrap your hand around his hard shaft. He braces a hand against the wall as you stroke him. His hips buck. "Darling. . ." You shush him. You rub your thumb over the swollen purple head, drawing a groan out of him.

Without a word, you drop to your knees and slide around front. His head leans back as you take him slowly into your mouth, trying to breathe around his size and the water spray. His hips tremble as he fights to stay still. He rests a hand on the back of your head. His groans of pleasure spur you on to lick more and suck him harder. "Shit."

You wrap a hand around the base of him and stroke with lips and hand. His fingers flex in your hair when you release him to lick down the vein on the underside of his cock. His legs tremble. His whimper is almost lost in sound of the water, but you still hear it as you suck each of his balls into your mouth. The soft skin gliding between your lips. His fingers flex on your wall and in your hair. He urges you faster as you bob up and down on his length. You feel him tighten in your mouth. "I'm sorry- love- Fuck." His hips thrust to meet your mouth. He hits the back your throat and you clamp down on your gag reflex. You hollow your cheeks and suck him harder. His fingers clench in your hair and he holds you down, spurting against the back of your throat. You swallow and stand slowly.

"No sprained ankle."

"You little minx." He kisses you, tasting the salt of him in your mouth. His hand dives into your hair again, pulling your wet body against his. His other hand glides down your wet flesh and wraps underneath your ass, his long fingers feeling how wet you are from giving him head.

"Oh God! Thomas!! Yes!!" You scream into your pillow as Tom ruts into you from behind. He hits your g-spot over and over before reaching around and circling your clit with his long fingers. It's all the prompting you need and you see stars as you cum, clamping down around Tom. He cums deep inside you seconds later, and you both collapse under the weight of your orgasms. You fall asleep tangled in each other, listening to his heartbeat slow.
As you sipped your coffee the next morning on the deck, Tom gently runs his fingers through little sections of your hair. It hasn't yet stopped amazing you how he could be so rough in all the ways you wanted him to be and then so gentle and soft in others. You glance over at him blushing.

"What is it, darling?"

You smile. "Nothing, my love." He smiles back and traces little patterns in your upper back.

"Darling, I have a bit of a surprise for you."

"Oh yeah? What is it?"

"Well, I took a look at the filming schedule last week...and it seems we'll actually be taking over a bit of your library on Thursday. It's some of the final shots we need."

Your jaw drops Your library?? They were going to be filming in your library? "Are you kidding?! I hadn't heard a thing about it!"

"They kept a lot of things rather hush-hush about this while production, even I didn't know until Friday afternoon. Will you be there? Are you working that morning?"

"I am now!" It's your biggest Fangirl moment in front of Tom and you blush.

But he smiles wide. "Good, I want you there. They said something about making sure it looked authentic. And who better for authenticity in a library than its actual head librarian?"

You bite your lip in excitement. How cool was this?! Your brain starts to wander at what it would be like that day...and quickly devolves into one of the first fantasies you had when you first saw Tom there a few months ago. The hot librarian bent over one of the large study tables after hours by the strong hands of a customer 'who just couldn't pay his late fines'. A delicious chill runs through you and Tom sees it.

"Are you all right? Are you cold?"

You shake your head quickly. "No, I'm fine, sweetheart." You take another sip of your coffee. Friday was definitely going to need a late sitter.
Tom strolls in as you're rushing around the house. "Marie! Get your shoes on now! I've told you three times."

"Darling, are you ok?"

"No. I fucking forgot Mike's party tonight." You shove your fingers through your hair as Tom frowns. "He flies back to Afghanistan tomorrow."

"Oh. Well, let me help." Tom disappears upstairs. You open Jameson's door to find him sitting on the floor with his knees drawn up.

"Baby, come on. We'll be late."

"I'm not going."

"Jameson Wayne, you are going. Uncle Mike will be very upset if you don't."

"But he'll still leave."

You sigh heavily. Fuck. You drop down behind him and wrap your body around his. He was short for his age but with the size of the boy's feet, he'd likely be a damn tree when hit puberty. "Monkey, going away is part of Mike's job. He's a soldier. He protects people. He keeps bad guys from doing bad things."

"Mommy, do all men go away from people they love?"

Double fuck. You squeeze him tighter and rest your chin on his head. "No, not all men."

"Then why do the men you love go away?"

There it was. Triple mother fucking fuck. You turn him around and lift his face. "Jameson. Jimmy chose to leave us. Before May may was even born. That was his choice. I can't explain it. Uncle Mike doesn't want to leave us. He does because it's part of the job. But he doesn't love us any less. He brings us presents. Like mommy's winter blanket with the rose on it. And those nifty little toys he gets you and Marie from Europe. Not to mention the letters and pictures." You smooth his hair and wipe the tears from his red face. He must have been crying quietly for a long time.

"And Tom. What about him? He's going to leave us too."

"Baby, leaving is part of Tom's job too. He'll visit us when he can and we'll visit him when we can. I've got one more year before I get my degree and-"

"And then we can go live with him!" Jameson perks up.

"Well, I don't know about that." He immediately frowns. "That's a year away, baby. Don't worry yourself over it. Let's just enjoy the time left with Tom and then we'll figure out what we're gonna do."

Tom clears his throat from the doorway. "Everything alright?"

"For the most part. Go get in the car. We'll be out with Marie in a minute."

You watch your son drag his feet to the door. Marie looks up at the two of you from holding Tom's hand. "He asked me why men leave the people they love."

"Oh darling." He wraps his free arm around you and pulls you against him. "You know, my offer for London wasn't just you. It was the children as well." He leans back and searches your face. "Please think about it." You nod. You had been. Every day, in fact. The only wrench was Jimmy. You didn't trust him not to vandalize or burn down your house while you were gone. For now, you'd put on your best smile and go say goodbye to your best friend again.

It's not easy. Not after Jameson's little speech. But somehow, you manage to pull it together right as you pulled into the parking lot of the hall. You and Tom unload the kids from their carseats, and they tear off in the direction of the front doors. You hear happy music playing inside. 'Let's hope it stays that way,' you think. You stand there a moment longer before Tom takes your hand.

"Are you all right?"

You nod and take a deep breath. "Yeah...yeah, I'll be all right." He rubs your knuckles with his thumb before kissing the side of your forehead. You nod one more time before walking towards the door with him.

Inside, there are people everywhere. It seems the whole town had shown up to see Mike off. He spots you from across the room and waves, beer in hand. "It's good to see he didn't wait for us." You look for the kids and see them in the middle of the dance floor, just like you thought.

Tom squeezes your hand. "Would you like something to drink, darling?"

"Sure, whatever you get is fine." Tom squeezes your hand one more time before heading to the drink table. You make a beeline for Mike with the biggest smile you can muster. As much as you hate to see him go, you can't help but be proud of him. It wasn't easy to leave behind everything and everyone you knew and go live in the desert for months at a time. Or go live anywhere people were shooting at you.

"There she is, finally! I swear girl, you'll be late for your own funeral!"

You roll your eyes. "Certainly better than being early, though, wouldn't you say?" You grin as he pulls you in for a bear hug.

"You are way too smart for your own good, you know that?"

"Yeah, I know...you never had any complaints, though."

Tom appears beside you, drink in hand. Mike's expression stills but doesn't get dark like it once did. "Tom, good to see you here."

"It's good to see you again, Mike. This is quite a Do you've got here!" Tom throws a little of his British slang.

Mike smiles. "Yeah, some of the guys I used to serve with got all this together. One last hurrah, right?"

He raises his beer bottle, as Tom gives you your drink and you both raise yours. "One more night, right? Let's make it a good one."

The party really is a lot of fun. The kids spend most of the night on the floor. Jameson proves himself a ladies' man at the tender age of five, stealing dances and cutting in all night. But then again, Marie's feet barely touch the floor. She's passed from one big burly Army guy to another, her pink party dress flouncing everywhere. Your heart swells to see so much love despite the ache it feels underneath.

You see Jameson from across the floor and bend and wag your finger at him to come to you. He comes running and jumps into your arms. "Let's dance, Mama!" You spin around, laughing with him. He's really the sweetest little boy.

Tom leans backwards on the bar rail, watching the two of you. He smiles at the sight of two of his favorite people having such a good time. He quickly loses a bit of his own smile as Mike sidles up beside him. There's a few moments of silence between the two men before Mike breaks it. "Uh, listen...I don't know how to say this and make it as eloquent as you probably would, so...I'm just gonna say it. We didn't get off on the right foot, and I'm mostly to blame for that. I don't really apologize for it, though. Boots and those kids mean a lot to me, and I can't stand the thought of them getting hurt." Tom nods, processing Mike's words. "I wasn't lying when I said they're a big part of what keeps me going over there. And the thought of some guy just coming in, and hurting them? I won't stand for it, man." Mike pauses and takes a swig of his drink.

Tom takes the opportunity to speak. "Mike, I can promise you now, I have no intention of just being 'some guy' in their lives. I would like nothing more than to spend the rest of my life making sure this family receives nothing but everything they deserve, and what she's worked so hard for. But I understand where you're coming from. You don't know me, and you can't trust me if you don't know me. But everything I'm telling you is the truth."

Mike and Tom both look at each other with sincerity. They believe each other for the first time. Mike drops his head with a laugh and stands from his bar stool. He extends his hand and Tom shakes it earnestly. It may have been the day before Mike left, but at least the two men you loved the most had come to some sort of agreement.

Sam finds his way up to where the microphone is and stops the music. Everyone looks up and Sam starts his speech. "All right everyone, I just wanted to say a few words here if I could. We're all here tonight to send off one of our finest...of course, that term being used loosely." You can't suppress your giggle. "Mike, we joke, but we're all really proud of you and your service. It means a lot that someone from our little neck of the woods serves this country so well. So thank you very much for your service. And next time, we'll be here throwing a Welcome Home party for you, right?" Sam raises his glass and everyone else follows.

Sam starts the music back up as he walks away. You find Mike with Tom on the opposite side of the room. You smile at both of them as you recognize the song playing. Mike knew it was one of your favorites and walka over to you. "May I have this dance?" He approaches you with a hand out.

"Of course." Mike draws an arm around you and takes your hand with his other. Forget Me Not by The Civil Wars plays as the two of you sway back and forth. "Listen...don't do anything stupid over there, all right? If I have to, I'll get on a plane and kick your ass myself if you do."

Mike laughs out loud. "Me? Do something stupid? How'd you guess?"

"I'm serious. Don't go over there and fuck around, Mike."

He drops his smile. "You know I wouldn't do anything like that. I wasn't lying when I said you and the kids keep me going when I'm over there. I wouldn't do anything to screw up like that."

"Yeah, but it's different this time. You're not just going to some regular base. I mean it, don't be stupid."

Mike nods and looks over your shoulder. "Look, you should see this." You look behind you and see Tom and Marie dancing. Her little feet rest on his, and she looks up at him with near-reverence. While Tom looks down on the little pink-clad princess in front of him with all the love in the world. Your heart swells and your breath catches. "He really does love you guys, Boots. I can't deny that anymore. I warned him not to fuck it up."

Your head whips around to him. "What did you say to him?"

"Calm down. I only told him if he wanted to stay in my good graces, he would treat you and the kids the way you all deserve, and nothing less. That's all."

You smirk. "You really can be an asshole sometimes."

He shrugs. "Yeah, but you love it. Come on, let's go cut in."

The two of you walk over to Tom and Marie. "Dear sweet little bear, may I steal you away?" Mike whispers to Marie as he bends down to her. She drops Tom's hands and wraps her arms around Mike's neck. "I'll take that as a yes." He stands back up.

You slide your arms around Tom's neck as he wraps you in his. "Hmm, there you are. I've wanted to do this all night."

You smile. "Me too." Tom gently guides you around the floor. "Mike tells me you two had a little talk?"

"Yes...it went better than I expected. He cares for you and the kids a great deal."

"Yeah...he does. He can be a bit of an asshole sometimes, but he really does mean well."

"I won't speak to that last part, but the second part of that statement is spot-on, love." Tom kisses your forehead and pulls you closer, swaying you gently until the song ends.
You carry Marie up to bed, swiftly changing her into a nightgown and a pull up. You tuck her in and give her puppy kisses. Tom caresses his fingers along your arm as you pass each other, switching rooms.

Jameson is already in his Captain America pjs and cuddled up with penguin pillow pet. That's how you knew he was still upset. It would take him a few days to recover from Mike going back overseas. Having Tom here would be a big help. You sit on the floor next to the bed and watch him sleep for a minute, brushing the hair out of his face. You see Tom's feet in the doorway out of the corner of your eye. You kiss your son's forehead then stand up.

"I need a drink." Tom rubs your back as you descend the stairs.

"Are you sure you're alright, darling?"

You shake your head as you pour a glass of wine for the both of you. "No, I'm not alright." Your heels click as you make sure the front door is locked and head upstairs. Despite an early morning for the both of you, after you change into pajamas, you sit on the bed and talk.

"Mike was the one holding my hair when I had morning sickness. Jimmy couldn't be bothered. I don't know how many times he threatened to cut off my ponytail so he didn't have to keep me from throwing up on it." You laugh softly. "Mike was in the delivery room with Jameson. It should have been Jimmy. But we couldn't find him. To this day, I don't know where he was at. I don't want to know, really." Tom rubs your knee. "It was after I found out I was pregnant with Marie that Jimmy decided to run. And Mike was there. He helped me with everything until he got shipped out to Iraq. That's why he wasn't there for Marie's birth. But you'd have thought she was his the way he carried on." Tears prick yours eyes. "Every time, Tom. Every single time he leaves for the desert I'm terrified he won't come back." You dissolve into tears. Without a word, Tom takes your wine glass and sets it on the nightstand with his own. His large hands smooth your hair as he hushes your sobs, rocking you back and forth.

"I can't imagine that, darling. Being that close to someone and having to worry about them." He tucks your head under his chin and rubs your back. "If you want me to stay after filming, I will. I have some business in LA and London that could take a week or so but then I'll come back."

You sniff and shake your head. "No, don't do that." You wipe your eyes. "Don't give up your home for us."

He cups your face with both his hands and turns you to look at him. "Darling, you are my home." The look in his eyes absolutely kills you and the tears start anew.

"I love you."

"I love you, darling." His thumbs wipe away your tears. "I'll do whatever needs to be done to make you happy. To make this work." He takes a shuddering breath. "Now that I've found you, I can't imagine my life without you."

You find everything you want and need in his eyes. The weight of it is almost too much. "Yes."

"Yes what, love?"

"Yes, we'll go to London."

His infectious smile breaks. "That's wonderful! I'll get the plane tickets for you and the kids first thing tomorrow." He barely contain his excitement. "I'll change my flight to LA to return to Indianapolis and meet you and the children there. And we'll fly out from there." He kisses you eagerly. And again. And again but deeper and slower, pulling you into his lap. When the kiss breaks, you're both breathless and anxious. You reach between you and find him hard. He groans at your touch, his hands move from the side if your face into your hair, clenching tightly.

Tom lifts his hips as you tug the track pants down to free him. His mouth hovers before yours as you guide him to you. You'd given up wearing panties to bed. They'd either been ripped off or taken off every night at some point so why bother. You slide onto him slowly, keeping eye contact with him. He licks his lips. Impatience gets the better of him and thrusts upwards, filling you as much as he can at this angle. You gasp and bow your back.

"Come back here." He uses his hands in your hair to bring your face back to his. "Don't look away, darling. I want to see your beautiful face writ with pleasure."

"You're killing me."

"Then we'll die together."

You match him thrust for thrust, gritting your teeth to keep from waking the children with your screams and moans. Tom finally takes your lips, kissing away your moans and gasps with his own. He releases a handful of hair to slide between you. A few flicks of your clit and you're cumming, gasping his name. Your body tightens around his cock, thighs around his waist. He thrusts a few more times before he cums, squeezing his hands in your hair and at your waist. Without a word, you lay down, snuggling back into the cave of his chest and arms. He pulls the blankets up over you, tucking his face in your neck.

Words couldn't describe how you made him feel. Sometimes, he felt like he was dreaming. Like he'd wake up alone in London and this was all just a fantasy. But then he'd wake up in yours arms, with your crazy bed hair that was no doubt a combination of sleep hair and sex hair. And he knew without a doubt that he loved you. As romantic as it was, he never believed in love at first sight. Until he walked into your library. You'd had your hair up in ponytail and glasses on, leaned over helping someone. You'd looked up and he swore his heart stopped. He wanted to talk to you, to know you. To kiss the lip that you bit, when you no doubt recognized him. But your beauty, inside and out, had him feeling like he was in school again, awkward and shy. So researching his role also became discovering you. He spent half his time just watching you work. Looking back, it was probably a creepy thing to do but he wanted to see you laugh and smile and love your job. The way your body looked in the seemingly ever changing style of clothes you wore. You mentioned those surreal moments and how lucky and blessed you felt to get HIS attention and affection, but you'd never know how much he felt the same way.
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