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Surreal Moments	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Hiddleston Views: 2312 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Marie cries out in the night. You start to get up and pull away but Tom squeezes you. His voice is groggy and dead sexy when he speaks. "I'll get her."

The house is quiet enough that you can hear them talk.

"Princess?"

"I had a bad dweam."

"It's alright, May may. It wasn't real, sweetheart."

"Can I seep wif you and mummy?"

"Of course. Come here, baby." You scoot and roll over as Tom appears in the doorway with Marie in his arms. She practically jumps out of his arms to snuggle into the bed. Tom lays down on the other side of her, facing you. You look up as a floorboard creaks.

Jameson stands shyly at the end of the bed with his penguin. "Can I sleep with you guys too?"

"Of course, monkey." He climbs up in bed as you and Tom both scoot out towards the edge.

"And this would be why you have a king size bed."

"Exactly." Jameson settles next to you, Marie next to Tom. Underneath the pillows, Tom takes your hand, lacing the fingers so he's still touching you. Just before you drift off to sleep, you open your eyes to see all 3 of them asleep. Your chest clenches with how happy you are. Once again, one of those surreal moments. Tom's thumb caresses the back of your hand and you notice the content smile on his face. You cuddle closer to Jameson, the happiest woman on the planet.
"Ughhh, this one doesn't look right either!" You look in the mirror and stomp your foot. It was Thursday, the day an entire film crew would be sprawling all over your library. In your head, even though they hadn't asked you to appear on camera, you still want to make a good impression. And the fact that none of your outfits were actually coming together for some reason does little to calm you down.

"Darling, what's the matter? What's all this fuss about?"

You groaned again. "Nothing looks good and I hate all my clothes today. Everything looks ridiculous!" You look up and se Tom's reflection in the mirror. He has crossed his arms and is leaning against the door jamb, giving you that raised-eyebrow look he was so good at.

"Sweetheart, you could wear a bin bag and you would look amazing. Just calm down. Why are you so panicked about it today?"

"Because, today is the day the whole film crew comes, right? I just want to make a good impression and not look like some slob. I want to make sure I can actually be of some help if they need it and that I don't look like a complete moron and-"

Tom comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you. "You are positively adorable when you're flustered, do you know that?"

You sigh and drop your head to the side. "I just don't want to make you look like an idiot. I mean, they know about me. They must. They know you've been staying here the whole time." Tom nods. "I just want to make sure I do my part to make you proud...you know?"

Tom turns to kiss your ear. "I know exactly what you mean. But I'm telling you, you could wear your old yoga pants and my ratty t-shirt from under the bed and you would still be incredible. But...if you really want to dress for me, and ONLY if you want to...you know I love that green dress."

You turn to come face-to-face with him and smile. "Thank you for talking me off that crazy ledge. Now go get my dress."
Everything that morning was an absolute flurry in the library. Areas were roped off everywhere, and the crew had even taken over the break room. The only portion that was untouched was the children's section. You find a bit of a respite there at lunch time. You didn't realize how loud filming actually was when the camera wasn't rolling, and the noise echoed through the entire building.

It's amazing to watch them at work. There's a role for everyone on- and off-camera. They all seem to fit together seamlessly. You watch from the second floor children's loft as Tom and the other actors run through the scene. When the director calls for a break, Tom spots you and smiles. You jerk your head back to signal him to come join you upstairs. With no effort, he climbs the stairs two at a time to you. After quick kisses, you both settle onto the soft carpet where you usually read at story time.

"How is it all going down there?"

"Wonderfully, actually. My character is really getting exciting to play, and these are some of his most crucial scenes." Tom beams.

You smile back. "It looks so cool, watching all that going on down there. I never realized just how much work and how many people it takes."

"Well, the entire crew and even the director have told me just how wonderful this space is. It works perfectly for us." Tom takes your hand and gives it a small kiss.

Biting your lip, you have a flash of your fantasy again. How would you get it into reality? "So, how late will you guys be here today?"

"We've still got a bit to go today then some final shots tomorrow. How come?"

You grin and blush and look away a bit. "No reason, baby." But Tom certainly knows that look. And has an idea of what was going on in that little head of yours...
"Thanks, Amy. And you're ok with keeping them all weekend?"

"Yea. I need to get used to having kids around all the time. I mean if that test wasn't a false positive."

"When do you go to the doctor?"

"Next Wednesday."

"Let me know. Is Jason going with you?"

"No, he can't get off work."

"Bummer. Ok. Just let yourself in and grab their clothes. Remember Charles or Marie will hand a coneption fit."

"Got it. She loves that bear."

"And don't forget to lock it. With Jimmy in town, I don't trust him."

The film crew finishes up for the day. Leaving Tom to knock on your office door. "Ready to leave, sweetheart?"

"Everyone done?"

"Just about."

"Good." You saunter past him, tucking something into the pocket of his jeans. You lock the doors behind the last crew member. Tom pulls the wad of clothe out of his pocket. It unfurls into the panties you were wearing this morning. With a growl, he shoves them back in and stalks to you.

"You love teasing me, don't you."

Without a word, his lips crush words, forcing your mouth open for his tongue. He backs you up against a bookcase. You whimper in delight, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He presses his growing erection into your apex, lifting your leg up to his waist so he can grind it into the most tender part of you.

"We're not going to make it to the house."

"We don't need to. We're the only ones here."

"Fantastic!" He lifts your other leg and carries you to one of the tables out of view of the doors and front windows. "Dear librarian." He kisses down your throat, pulling you to the edge of the table. "I need a book on anatomy."

"Well, if you're a tactical learner, hands on is the best way."

"Good point. You're so smart." He pulls the top of your dress down to bare your breasts. "What are these little cherries?" Tom licks and sucks your nipples to hard peaks. "Aside from tasty."

"Areola."

He pushes the skirt up to your hips. The back of his hand brushes your labia. You take a deep breath. "And this soft treasure?"

"La-labia."

"Oh really. And this?" He slips two fingers inside you. His lips trace your collarbone.

"Oh,darling, that's a vagina."

"Darling? Am I rubbing off on you?"

"I wish you would." He ehehehehe's.

"Only one more." His thumb passes over your clit. "This little pearl of pleasure."

Your body shudders. "That-" His partially open mouth hovers over yours. "That's a clitoris."

"And this?" He unzips his zipper to free himself.

"-is a penis." He slides inside you.

You gasp and moan as he begins to move. His mouth hovers over yours. His eyes never leaving yours either. His knees hit the table with each thrust. "My naughty librarian." He takes your lips, long and slow.

"Shhh! No talking in the library."

"Yes ma'am." His mouth hovers over yours again. You loved that. And the way he licks his lips. Jesus. He presses your clit until you're bucking against him. Your body clenches around him as your orgasm tears through you. Tom grunts as he finds his. He kisses you deeply and pushes you back onto the table.

"Dear god, woman, I can't get enough of you."

You laugh and wrap your arms and legs around him. "So Amy and Jason are keeping the kids into Monday."

"I get the whole weekend to make love to you?"

"We get the whole weekend to do whatever we want."

"Fantastic."

You lose count of how many times and on how many surfaces you and Tom were together that weekend. But suffice it to say, it's non-stop. You're pretty sure the neighbors almost called the cops for a noise violation. But for a few days, you're grateful to have Tom all to yourself.

By Sunday afternoon, the two of you are absolutely worn out. Lying on the couch together, you're sore. And dehydrated. And in need of a long, calming shower. Tom looks pretty worse for wear, too. He strokes your back as you rest your head in the middle of his chest. "We have to eat something, babe." You don't really want to actually get up and get something. You play with a little patch of fabric on Tom's shirt.

"That would mean actually having to get up, wouldn't it?"

You nod. "Yeah...unfortunately." At that moment, your stomach growls and neither of you stifle a laugh. "I guess we really do have to get up." You push yourself off of Tom. He watches you stand and moves to sit up himself.

"You take the first shower, darling. I'll get in when you're getting ready." You lean over to give him a kiss then loll up the stairs to scrub. Tom lays on the couch for another moment before finally stretching and standing up. He walks to his little stack of books and his guitar in the den and picks out the second to last in the pile. He opens it up to about the middle and plucks out an embossed card, printed in black ink with elegant scrolling typeface.

'The Publishers of The Evening Standard request the company of your presence on Sunday 15th August, for The Evening Standard Awards Ceremony and award recipient reception to follow.

Event is invitation only. Invitees may bring one guest. Photo Call begins at 5PM'

After reading it a few times, he looks after the direction of the stairs. He has wanted to ask you to come for a while now, and it's even part of the whole reason he wants you to come with him to London. Even if this trip will be temporary. Tom isn't sure if you will agree to it. Its asking a lot. It will be confirming your relationship, erasing all doubt about the two of you. It will mean putting you in his spotlight. He didn't care one bit about sharing it. He's wanted someone -you- to share it with. But are you be willing to leap into the spot? He's gone back and forth on the idea.

When Tom hears the shower cut off, he tucks the card back into the book and buries the book back in the pile. As you step out of the shower, Tom is there to wrap a towel around you from behind. "Baby, you're too good to me."

"Hardly." He leans in for a kiss and you place your hand on his cheek. He really is so sweet, about everything.

"Did you think of a place for dinner?"

"Hmm, I did love that little place around the corner, Cafe 100? How does that sound?"

"Delicious."

"Wonderful. I'll get all cleaned up, and we'll go."

You bite your lip. "You dirty boy..."

Tom reaches down and squeezes your ass. You yelp as he half-growls in your ear, "Keep talking like that and we'll never make it to the restaurant, darling."
You look at yourself in the mirror for the hundredth time. The purple bandana in your hair set off the purple flowers on the white dress. The yellow polka-dot pumps made the little yellow flowers on the dress pop.

Tom thumps down the stairs rolling up his sleeves, the waistcoat buttoned flat against his abdomen. He slips up behind you. "Absolutely stunning, darling." His lips trace the line of your neck. "I can't wait to show you off."

You laugh. "Thomas, nearly everyone in this town has seen me in nearly everything I own."

He scoffs. "I haven't. And sweetheart, love makes you glow. You're practically radiating." You grab your clutch purse and open the door.

Jimmy looks up from taking a piss in your flowers. "Well hello! About time you two stopped fucking long enough."

"Let's go, Tom. We don't want to get caught in the dinner rush." You pull the door shut and look it. Tom takes your elbow and leads you past your ex, using his body as a shield.

"Get your fucking hands off her!" Jimmy grabs Tom's arm and jerks him away. Tom shakes him off.

"Jim, you need to leave. She has made it clear that you're not welcome here."

"'Jim'? Are you fucking kidding me?" He stumbles.

"Jamestown Nathaniel Blake, go to wherever you're calling home and sleep it off!"

"I'm not drunk. And I'm not leaving."

Tom turns to you. "Get in the car and call the police."

"I'll call Wade."

You move around to the other side of the Jag and dial Wade's number. "Hey beautiful!"

"Hey Wade." Thank god he answered on the first ring. "We've got a problem."

"What's up, babe?"

"Jimmy's here."

"I'll be right over."

You hang up. Tom turns back to Jimmy, who sucker punches him. "Hey!"

You kick off your heels and drop your purse. Tom touches his lip, coming away with blood. "That's your only free shot." He falls back into a practiced capoeira stance.

"Oh ho! Big shot. Come on, hit me!"

"Thomas, don't. He's just baiting you."

"Didn't I tell you to get in the car?"

Jimmy takes advantage of Tom's distraction to get closer. Before he can get another cheap shot, you slug him in the jaw. Tom stands up straight, taken by surprise. You shove Jimmy away. "Get off my property now." Jimmy snatches ahold of your hair and yanks you close.

"You're mine! Always!"

Tom shoves Jimmy away from you but Jimmy doesn't let go, ripping out a chunk of your hair.

"Not anymore. Never again." Tom wraps his arms around you.

"She's mine. You had your chance. And threw them away."

The cop car rolls up lights and sirens blazing. Wade jumps out as soon as the car stops. "On the ground, Jimmy. Now!" Wade draws his gun. "You two ok?"

You nod but you can feel warmth on your neck where he pulled the hair out by the roots. And you can see a bruise blossoming on Tom's cheekbone. "We're filing charges. Assault."

Wade reads Jimmy his rights as he cuffs him. He shoves him into the back of the squad car. "Let me take pictures real quick. You two need to come by the station to give your statements."

"Tomorrow."

"Yes, babydoll, tomorrow is fine. He's not going anywhere. He's wanted in connection to a missing girl in Washington and a dead girl up in Alaska."

"What the fuck?"

"Yea. Seems he's been staying out of trouble until the girl's death just before he showed up here."

"I knew he was violent, Wade. But he was never violent with me."

"Only the once."

"Right. He never hurt Jameson either. Just other people."

"I don't know, babydoll. Go take care of yourselves and enjoy your evening."

Tom retrieves your heels and purse and ushers you back to the house. You slam the door shut behind you and throw the lock. A missing girl? And a dead girl?! You're horrified. You knew Jimmy could get violent, but you never figured it would go that badly.

You press yourself against the cool metal of the front door. Lost in thought and still trying to process what just happened, you barely flinch when Tom places an ice pack on the back of your head. You look up at him and see his cut lip and the redness on his cheek getting worse. You reach up to touch it but draw your fingers back before you do. "Look what he did you, baby...."

"It's fine. I'll be all right. Turn around, let me see your head." Tom gently cups your chin and pushes your hair aside. Your bandana had fallen off in the tussle outside. "Ohh darling. Your poor scalp, it's all red."

You sob under the weight of it all. You've never been attacked like that before, least of all by Jimmy. You'd seen him get a little too rough with guys before. But he was never like that with you or Jameson.

Tom wraps his arms around you and pulls you to him, keeping you from falling. "Hey, hey, it's all right. He's gone now. It's okay, my sweetheart."

You couldn't hold in your cries. "No! It's not okay! It's not! What am I gonna tell my kids? What if he had hurt them? Did he hurt Jameson and I didn't know?! He hurt you. Look at you!" You pull back and take Tom's face in your hands. He looks worried, for you. You ghost your thumb over his cheek near his eye and watch as he does his best not to flinch. He reaches up with his free hand and wipes the tears from your cheeks away. His other hand holds firm to the ice pack and your new bald spot.

"Look at me. It's all right. He's not coming back here any more, okay? I think Wade will see to that, you know that. Jimmy is gone, love. I'm here and you are fine."

You swallow and take a deep breath. Tom is right. Jimmy won't be back anytime soon. Jameson has never showed any signs that Jimmy had ever touched him. You nod quickly, and Tom pulls you back up, all but carrying you to the kitchen. He tucks you into the corner made by the counter and brings your hand up to hold your ice pack to your head. He sets about making tea, knowing it would help comfort you a little bit.

Later that night, as you both crawl into bed, you stay as close as possible to Tom. You're terrified something will happen. You don't know what, though. Its probably all in your head. But you could still feel Jimmy's hands in your hair, pulling you away from Tom.

You fall into a fitful sleep, tossing and turning until almost 2 a.m. You must have been having a bad dream, because the next thing you realize, Tom pulls you back to the mattress, stroking your back. "It's all right, shhh. It's okay, darling. It's fine. Just go back to sleep. I'm right here. I always will be..."
~*~
Jameson and Marie run around the back yard. He's pretending he's the Green Lantern again and she's created a heroine who's power is ballet. You draw your knees up. Your melancholy fades as you hear Tom's Jag pull into the driveway. You sip your tea and finish painting your toenails.

The screen door squeaks as Tom joins you on the back porch. "For the love of God, how can you sit out here in the heat?"

"It's really the humidity that's awful." Tom drops onto the swing.

"I had to change. This Indiana heat is like nothing I've experienced."

You laugh. "Well, you know what they say about Indiana weather."

"What's that, love?"

"Wait ten minutes. It'll change." You shift to lean on Tom, whose arm curls around your shoulder. "So we have a problem."

"What's that?"

"I looked in to getting passports for the kids and I. It's going to take 4 weeks."

"Shit."

"Right. And we have to go to Chicago to the passport agency."

"Fuck. I don't have a break in filming for another few days."

"I know." Tom's hand rubs your shoulder. "I can go by myself. You'll just be stuck here by yourself for a day or two."

He sighs. "Absolute torture."

You elbow him. "I already switched my schedule at work. The kids and I will be leaving first thing in the morning. I've got all the paperwork ready."

He leans you up. "You're amazing, you know that?" You blush. "Ok then. Another change of plans. I'll fly to LA and take care of business then head to London." He sighs. "Then I'll be back here until your passports come through."

"I'm sorry. I never thought it would be this big of a hassle."

He kisses your forehead. "Hush. So our month in London turns to a two week holiday for you and the children. At least it still gives me time to show you off round London town."
The next morning, you sip your coffee in the kitchen while Marie and Jameson eat their cereal. You watch them play lightly while thinking. You hope you wouldn't have to tell them anything related to Jimmy for a long time. Like they needed any more change. Tom saunters into the kitchen interrupting your thoughts. As he pours his own cup, he leans to kiss you.

Like usual, you hear a small giggle come from Marie. "Tom kissed mummy again!" You can never bite back your laugh at her.

"Mummy tells me you lovely children are going to Chicago today?"

Jameson gets excited. "Yeah! We're gonna get passports and see the Sears Tower and maybe even the ferris wheel at the pier!"

"The ferris wheel?! My goodness, you have a big day ahead of you, young man!"

"I wanna see the park!"

"Okay guys, calm down. We have plenty of time to worry about what to see if we have time. It's a three hour drive just to get there."

The kids settle down and Tom turns back to you. "Where are you staying?"

"At the Wyndham Riverfront. I got a decent rate for being last minute, and it looks like it's right down from the passport agency building."

"Just be careful, darling. I don't want anything to happen to you while I'm not there." Tom still worries about the whole incident with Jimmy. It makes you smile. This wasn't the first time you'd taken them into Chicago by yourself, so you didn't really have anything to worry about you thought.

"We'll be fine, baby. I'll call you when we get there and check-in, okay?"

Tom nods and finishes his coffee. Marie and Jameson finish too. He helps you load them and their bags into your car. Tom buckles Marie into her carseat. "All right little ones, listen carefully. I want you to stay close to mummy and listen to everything she says, okay? I don't want my loves getting hurt."

"See, now you're just scaring them."

Tom looks at you half-serious and you drop your smile. He runs a hand through your hair and rests it on the back of your neck, careful to avoid your tender new spot. "I can't help it. I don't like that I can't come with you and be there if something happens."

"Nothing is going to happen, baby. We'll be fine. I've done this several times before. They know what to do." Tom drops his gaze and you slide your hands around his waist. "It's very sweet, though, for you to worry. It's one of those things I like about you." That makes him smile, and he pulls you in for one more hug before you leave.

"I love you, darling, I'll miss you so much. All three of you."

"We'll only be gone one night. I love you, too." Tom opens your car door and you hop into your seat. After getting buckled in, he leans in for one more kiss before shutting your door. As you drive off, you watch Tom get smaller and smaller in your rearview. Truth be told, you're nervous to be leaving town and really wish Tom could have come. But you're an adult…well, you used that term loosely, anyway.
“Checking in?” The young woman behind the desk smiles blankly at you as you struggle up to the desk. Two children in a car for over three hours did not a good idea make.

“Yes, I am.” Marie has gotten too antsy to be still for more than ten seconds and won’t stop running away, while Jameson won’t stop whining and hanging on you. He hardly lets go long enough to let you get anything out of your purse. “I’m sorry, they’ve been in the car too long.” The clerk didn’t seem too impressed. She obviously doesn’t have kids.

You tell her your last name and hand her your copy of the reservation. She clicks a few buttons on her computer as you grapple with Marie and Jameson. “You guys, stop it. We have too much to do today for all this.” Things really start getting to you. You miss Tom and are still stressed about everything that had happened a few days before. You take a deep breath and run your hand through your hair. ‘Get it together, girl. It’s one night. You’re being an idiot.’

After a moment, the girl looks up from her computer. “It seems your reservation has been changed.”

“What?!”

“Yes…it looks like you’ve been upgraded, to our Deluxe Suite. And your reservation has been paid for my a Mr…Hiddleston?” She slides your keys across the counter after writing your room number on the envelope. You hardly hear a word she says after that.

You and the kids step into the elevator. Fortunately, all their clothes fit into one bag with yours, so you don’t have to carry all kinds of stuff. The doors open and the kids tear down the hallway to the room. “Mommy, open the door! Open the door!"

“I’m coming, Jameson, hang on!” You hustle down the hallway and slip the key from the envelope. The door pops open and Marie and Jameson enter to check it out. Your jaw hits the floor. It's beautiful. The view is fantastic and the beds were enormous. The front parlor is ridiculous. And you have a good feeling you'll be cracking into that minibar later tonight.

You pull your phone out and open a text message.

*We just got here…and are the recipients of an unheard of upgrade. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you? ;)*

After a few seconds, your phone chimes. *I’m glad you’re there safely. And me? Know about an upgrade? Certainly not -T*

You smirk at your phone. *I love you. And miss you.*

*I love you too. And I can’t wait for you and the children to return. -T*
After a quick nap, you make the trip to the passport agency and turn in the required documentation. You take the kids out to dinner Lou Malnati's for pizza. By the time you return to the hotel, they're ready for baths and bed.

You tuck Marie in the middle of the bed. She hasn't let go of Charles the Buckingham bear since you left home. Now is no exception. "Mummy, I miss Tom."

"Would you like me to call him?"

Jameson jumps into bed. "Yea!" You tuck him in next to his sister.

"You guys really like him, huh?" They nod. "Ok, I'll call him." You walk into the main room of the suite and grab your phone off the table and dial Tom's number.

"Why hello, my lovely librarian."

"Hello, my charming Englishman." You both listen to the other breathe for a moment. "I have a little princess and superhero here that want to tell you goodnight."

"By all means, put them on."

You hand the phone to Jameson first. "Hi Tom. Mom said we'll be home tomorrow before you get done at work. - We're gonna go see the otters! - I miss you. Night, Tom. Love you." He hands the phone to Marie.

"Hi Tom! Mummy took us for peesa. It was weurd. The stuffs was inside it! And Charles didn't yike it. Too mess-y he said. You eated dinner right?" You could imagine him saying 'yes, princess'. "Now you be good and we be home uhmorrow. - I yove you. Night, daddy."

You blink, your mouth in perfect o. You take the phone Marie is shoving in your face. "Uh, hang on, Tom." You kiss their cheeks and turn out the light, closing the door behind you. You look at the ceiling. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. You take a deep breath then lift the phone to your ear. "Hey, baby."

"Hello, darling. Are you alright?" You can hear the tension in his voice. Great.

"I'm fine. It's just been a long day and I miss you."

"Same here."

You decide to just rip it off like a bandaid. "I'm sorry Marie called you that."

"Called me what? Daddy?"

Oh god, it was even more mortifying from him. "Yes, that. She hasn't had a father figure in her life."

"My love, it's alright. She's been doing it for a while now."

"She has?"

You practically hear the smile in his voice. "It's been our little secret. At first, I wasn't sure how to take it, but I plan on being in her life for a good long while. Possibly as her father one day." Your chest squeezes and you have to sit. Heavily. On the couch. "Sweetheart? Are you there?"

"I - I'm here."

"I hope I didn't scare you."

"No. No." You lean back on the couch.

"Good. Now, how was your day?"

You sigh and settle onto the couch. "Long. The kids started getting restless by the time we got here. The passport office made me want to strangle someone."

"You sound exhausted."

"I am. I want nothing more then to crawl into bed with you."

"My dear, we wouldn't get much sleep."

"Oh fuck you, Hiddleston. Why'd you have to tease me like that?"

"That's precisely what I want to do."

"Tom, please-"

"Begging? My darling, that is exquisite. Perhaps when you return, I'll have you on your knees, begging me properly."

Your face flushes and your breath picks up. "Thomas, have you been drinking?"

"Yes, a bit more than I've intended. But I couldn't sleep. The bed felt so big and lonely without you. So I had a glass of whiskey and read a bit on your computer."

"My computer?"

"Yes." Your heart and stomach sink. "Your fan fiction."

"Tom, you promised." You bury your face in your hands. "I'm so embarrassed. No, embarrassed doesn't cover it. Mortified is more like it."

"Darling, you're talented. I could see everything in my head. Which is why I drank a bit much. But it did nothing to quell this hard on."

"Wait. What?" You pause.

"My love, I am so unbearably hard right now. I want to do everything you've written about. Especially the blow job in the Jag."

"Fuck." Your head drops.

"That too. My favorite was you and I in the grass after a run." His voice is ragged with drink and desire. "Are you alone?"

"The kids are in the other room."

"Fantastic. Are you wet? Has my rambling turned you on?"

"Yes I'm wet. Your voice is delicious, especially with this tone."

"Hmmmm, will you touch yourself for me?"

"Tom-"

"Baby. I miss you. Please."

You sigh, feeling an eager tension building in you. Your voice is low with anticipation. "Let me take a shower. I've got today all over me."

"I wish I was all over you."

You groan. "Oh Tom."

"I love it when you say my name."

"I'll call you back as soon as I'm out of the shower."

"Don't put your knickers on."

You take a quick shower, snapping a few wet teases for him. You barely settle on the couch before he's calling you. "Eager?"

"Indubitably. Your teasing will not go unpunished." Your phone vibrates the arrival of text messages. One is of him glittery eyed and flushed. The second is his lower body with his knees bent and his erection making a tent. The third is his hand down his boxers, those long fingers wrapped tightly around his cock.

"You are a naughty man."

"But you love me."

"I do."

"Are you still wet?"

"After those pictures, oh yes."

"Mmmm." His breath quickens. "Are you touching yourself?"

You slip your fingers between your lips. "Yes. Are you?"

"Yes. I'm thinking of you. Above me. Your breasts bouncing as you ride me."

"Is that what you want when I get home?"

"God, yes." He grunts and you close your eyes imagining him stroking himself. You sigh and rub your clit in circles. "What are you thinking of?"

"You. Right now."

"Not me and you?"

"No." You sigh and roll your hips. "You getting off thinking of me. Stroking your cock, wishing it was my pussy."

"You are so incredibly hot. I'm a lucky man."

"Shut up and let me hear you moan and cum."

"Yes, ma'am." His moans and grunts turn you on even more. Your fingers tease your clit out of its hood and rub harder. "Yes, love. Cum for me." Your breath comes faster. You bite your lip, whimpering. Your hips pushing against your hand. He gasps and groans. "Oh fuck. Oh yes."

"Oh fuck. Oh Thomas." Your orgasm explodes in a hot rush. You fall limp against the couch.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

"Go to bed, baby."

You curl into a ball on the couch. "Will you stay on the phone with me? Until I fall asleep?"

"Yes, my love." You rest your head on your arm, tugging your tee, actually Tom's sky blue Coriolanus sparring tee, down over your bare bottom. "I can't wait to see you tomorrow."

"I'll hurry home after we go to the Shedd."

"I love you, darling. I'm so lucky to have found you."

"I love you, Tom. You'll never know how much." You listen to his breathing and fall asleep together. Tom must have woken up at some point and ended the call when he heard your steady breathing.
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