Tom Hiddleston Frustration

Love and Let Go Ch. 11

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 14:06:27 -0500

Evan and I had been together for three months. Three happy, blissful months. I was bitten by the love bug, and I had no regrets. I giggled as I read a text from Evan. Lilly rolled her eyes.

“You and Evan make me so sick!” she said as she pretended to gag. “You’re so cute, I don’t know whether to go ‘awww’ or ‘ewwww.’ Is the honeymoon phase over yet?” I shook my head.

“Lilly, you should be happy for me. I’m happy. And in love. And besides, don’t you have a guy of your own?” I teased her. She blushed.

“Simon and I are not official. We’ve talked a few times, but nothing serious. He’s all the way in Florida, Georgina. And we both agreed that we don’t really like long-distance relationships.”

“Are you sure? You guys seemed to really hit it off when we were in Florida.”

Lilly smiled wistfully. “Yeah, we did have a connection. But I don’t think it would work. He has this arrogant air around him. Confidence is good. Arrogance…not so much.”

“Maybe he needs a woman like you. Someone who can put him in his place. You and I both know you’re very capable of handling that.” I laughed.

She frowned. “Maybe he does. Maybe he doesn’t. Either way, we’re not dating. And I don’t see that changing anytime soon.” I decided not to push her any farther about the situation. If things worked out like I wanted them to, she and Simon would be together soon enough.

I sighed contently as I sat back on the couch. I had a glass of wine, my favorite blanket, and a romance novel to keep me content for the next few hours. Before I could bury my nose in the book, there was a knock on the door. I frowned. I’d left Lilly an hour ago, so it couldn’t be her. And Evan was in Florida.

“Hello, Georgina.” I blinked to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. There was no way this was happening. Elena was not standing outside of my door.

She raised an eyebrow. “Can I come in?” I quickly moved aside so she could walk in. She was wearing a blue silk blouse with a black pencil skirt. Her black heels were a modest size, and her hair was coiled into a neat bun. Perfect. Like every picture I’d ever seen of her. She looked around as she headed to the living room.

“You have a lovely home,” she said as she sat in a chair. I sat in the chair across from her instead of on the couch. I wanted to be as far away from her as possible. Just in case.

“Thank you. I don’t intend to be rude, but why are you here?” She chuckled.

“Yes, I do guess my being here comes as quite a surprise. I came to speak to you…woman to woman. It’s something I should have done a while ago.”

“I’m guessing this has something to do with Tom? Look, Elena, I haven’t spoken to him in months. Tom and I are finished.”

“Yes, I’m quite aware of you telling him to ‘let you go.’ I applaud you for telling him to do so, but really, Georgina? Is that really what you want? How can you tell him to let you go? Especially when you claim that in six months you will come find him if things don’t work out?” I frowned. How did she know about that? “He told you that?” She shook her head. “I overheard him talking to Luke about it. That was the last straw for me. I refuse to be a space filler until you decide you want him back!”

“I have a boyfriend, Elena. I’m happy with him and…my life is good right now. Things were good with Tom when we were together, but I could never be the woman he needs for the lifestyle he has. I enjoy privacy. He has some small semblance of privacy living in London, but he attends so many galas, award ceremonies, and things like that. You are fit for things like that. Not me.”

She smiled. “I’m glad you said that. I knew Tom would have a special place in my life from the moment I met him. I knew he was head over heels in love with you, but I held out hope that he would eventually forget you and love me. Well, I only got a part of his love. Most of it still resides with you. And that is a problem. I don’t give a damn how happy you are. You still have some feelings for him, and I know he has some for you. Every time you call him, or he sees you, he comes back to me a different man. He’s withdrawn, doesn’t want me to touch him. I put up with it for long enough. No more.” I looked at her in shock.

“You can’t blame me for Tom being that way! Have you ever talked to him about it?”

“It does not matter!” she firmly stated. “What matters is the man I love is in love with another woman. A woman who wants him to let her go, but still holds onto him. You can’t have him and your supposed boyfriend.” She gestured to my phone that was sitting on the table. “End things with him once and for all. So we all can move on with our lives.” I sighed. “Elena, you do realize that if Tom finds out you were the reason for this, he will never forgive you. He will leave you.” She laughed.

“Oh dear, I don’t plan on him finding out. And I’m here to stay. He will forget about you once and for all, marry me, and we will be happy.” I shook my head. “I sincerely hope you and Tom end up happy together. Anyone who would go this far for a man is either delusional or really in love.”

“Maybe I’m a little bit of both. But after today, what happens with Tom and I is none of your business.” I rolled my eyes as I dialed Tom’s number. I would only prove her point that I was holding on to Tom if I didn’t call him.

“Hello, Georgina. What a pleasant surprise,” he said as he answered the phone. I sighed.

“Hello, Tom. This isn’t a random call. I know I told you I would come for you in six months if things didn’t work out, but-”

“I didn’t expect you to come back to me so soon darling. This makes me really pleased. I just need to call Elena and-”

“No, Tom. That isn’t what I’m calling for. I’m happy with Evan.”

“Evan? That’s his name? Isn’t that your male friend’s name?”

“Yes, Tom, it is. Evan and I decided to try a romantic relationship, and I care for him. I don’t want you to come for me in six months. After I end this call, I want you to delete my number. We can’t truly move forward if we’re still hanging on to each other.” It was silent on the other end.

“Tom?”

“Georgina, I was serious when I said I would never let you go.” As usual, he was making this harder than it needed it to be.

“I wanted us to end on good terms, but you’re making this really hard,” I said in frustration. I looked at Elena. She mouthed for me to wrap it up.

“Tom, I’m going to hang up now. Don’t call me back,” I said as I winced. I sounded really harsh, but I knew it was the only way to get him to listen. I hung up the phone before he could get another word out. I looked at Elena.

“Are you happy?” I snapped. She smiled. “Very. I didn’t expect you to actually do it, but I guess you really do like this boyfriend of yours. I’ll see myself out. Have a nice life, Georgina.” She stood and headed for the door. I stayed seated in my chair. I was too in shock to move. My phone kept going off, but I ignored it. I knew it was Tom. As the first rays of sun came peeking through my window, I found enough strength to move out of the chair and lay in the bed. I was happy with Evan. I shouldn’t feel this bad about officially cutting all ties with Tom. My phone continued buzzing in the other room, but I tuned it out as I tried to go to sleep.

IN HIS KISS - Chapter 8 (Tom and Abigail)

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 07:25:36 -0500

A/N: Keeping these chapters insanely short on purpose. Based on a series of one shots: HERE (Parts 1 - 7 are their origin, Part 8 is their future) - feedback always welcome, even if only the little heart. some smut, unbeta’d

IN HIS KISS: Ch 1 l Ch 2 l Ch 3 l Ch 4 l Ch 5 l Ch 6 l Ch 7

IN HIS KISS - CHAPTER 8

Frozen in time, I quickly thought through my options. Overall, I didn’t fancy losing Tom in my every day. I didn’t like being angry with him, but I didn’t want to be taken advantage of anymore either. Henry offered a promise of romance and wanting me for me. However, I needed passion and fire and heat. I longed for a man that could provide both, and I wanted Tom to fill the void. We had the scorching torrid blaze, and I was convinced that we could have the saccharine sweet love, as well.

One Night

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 06:41:22 -0500

Freddie’s eyes are sincere, as are Tom’s as they both look at you hopefully. You feel your heart stuck in your throat as you consider. Nibbling your bottom lip, you feel your face flush red, just the idea of it making you hot. They wanted you. Both of them. And you couldn’t deny that the thought had flitted across your mind a time or two. In actuality, it was one of your deepest fantasies, and here it was, presented to you on a silver platter.

“Yes,” you manage, grinning shyly.

They exchange a look, one that makes you laugh, and both stand, offering you their hands as they lead you to the bedroom.

You’d been dating Freddie about a year, and his best friend Tom had pretty much been part of the package from the beginning. You couldn’t deny that over the year, you had developed feelings for Tom too, but you had just never faced them.

Freddie turns to you, his hand sliding behind your neck as he pulls you close, his lips meeting yours softly in a sweet kiss. Then you feel Tom’s hand, moving slowly up your back, coming to rest on your shoulder as his lips brush the back of your neck. You feel goose bumps cover you at the sensation, a jolt of electricity shooting through you, as Tom wraps his other hand around your waist from behind. This was happening, and you wanted it so badly.

You slip your hand around the back of Freddie’s neck, then thread your fingers into his hair, holding his mouth against yours as Tom moves his soft lips over the back of your neck sweetly. Tom’s hand moves a bit farther forward, reaching up to softly squeeze your breast. Freddie, seeing your reaction to Tom’s touch, grins and pulls back, moving his kisses down your neck as he slowly unbuttons your shirt. Tom pulls the shirt from you, his hands moving back to cup your breasts as he kisses your neck and shoulder, Freddie now working on your pants. You can feel your heart in your throat, your excitement and desire coursing through you. Freddie slides your pants off of you, tossing them aside as he kisses up your thighs, planting a firm kiss on your lace clad heat, making you moan. Tom moves his hands from your breasts just long enough to unclasp your bra, the garment falling off of you, then moves his hands back around, his thumbs moving slowly over your nipples, causing them to harden as you hear his breath quicken in your ear. Freddie continues to play at your heat, rubbing his fingers over the now wet material covering you. Finally, he hooks his fingers in the lace and pulls it from you, leaving you totally bare. You feel your face burn as you lean back against Tom, your knees feeling weak as each man plays with you. Freddie takes one long lap at your wet slit, moaning at the taste of you and amazed at how wet you are for them. He pulls back, smirking at Tom.

“I think we’d better lay her down before she falls down,” he says smugly, making you grin. He stands, his arousal obvious in his trousers as he guides you to the bed. You lay back against the pillows, looking at both men as their hungry eyes rake over you. Tom, taking advantage of the moment, removes his shirt and trousers, left only in his tented boxers. Freddie, taking his lead from Tom, does the same; both men are now mostly naked and obviously wanting you. It makes you catch your breath, biting your lip to keep from moaning out at your own arousal. They each slide onto the bed beside you, both placing a hand on you gently, kneading your soft flesh. You look to Freddie first, kissing him hungrily as Tom kisses your shoulder softly. When you pull from Freddie’s kiss, you turn to Tom, longing to do the same. He lifts his head to look at you and takes your mouth heatedly, his tongue tasting you, entwining with yours as a tiny moan seeps from you. Freddie moves his attention to your breast, his hand sliding slowly down your torso and thigh, only to come back up, spreading your legs gently, then teasing your wet heat once more.

You nibble at Tom’s lip as Freddie’s plays between your legs, your hands in their hair. Then Tom moves his hand with Freddie’s, each man taking turns at playing with you. The endless sensation causes you to buck your hips and spread your legs wider. You are aching terribly suddenly, wishing one of them would use his long fingers to fill you. Not much later, you get your wish as Tom slides his fingers into you slowly, gently, groaning into your mouth. Freddie, feeling Tom move in, decides to play as well, and he slides two of his fingers into you along with Tom’s, stretching you almost uncomfortably as they begin to move together, the feeling of which makes you cry out, breaking from Tom’s kiss to look at each man. Both smirk happily and seem content to share your cunt. Each of them lean down and take your breasts in their mouth, your head dropping back at the feel of a mouth on each of your nipples. “Oh fuck,” you whisper breathlessly, your heart pounding as they work your body.

Your hips buck with their fingers, your whole body writhing from the excess of sensation.

Freddie moves his lips up your neck to your mouth, kissing you softly as your hand tickles down his stomach. Sliding into his boxers, you grab his length, eliciting a moan from him as you start to stroke him slowly. His hot, hard flesh in your hand turns you on even more. Reaching down, you pull Tom up, his lips taking your neck as you slide your hand into his boxers, grabbing his cock as he groans in your ear, his hips immediately pumping into your hand.

Freddie gently removes his fingers, your eyes on him as he holds them out for Tom, who takes them in his mouth, moaning as he sucks your juices from them. The sight makes your breath catch as Tom then does the same for Freddie. And suddenly, all reserve, all propriety is stripped from you, and all you can think about is fucking them. You begin to ache, now empty and longing as they watch you draw shuddering breaths beneath them.

Tom slides down your body, kissing his way along, his tongue flicking out to taste you here and there until he is positioned between your legs, his hands on your inner thighs, pushing them farther apart as he smirks up at you. Freddie still kisses and nips at your neck, his hand on your breasts, squeezing softly, pinching your nipples and teasing you. Tom snakes his tongue out, taking one long lap at your very wet folds, his eyes closing in pleasure as he tastes you. You watch him as he starts to lick you, his tongue making sure to flick your clit each time until he finally delves into you, his long tongue curving to hit you perfectly, your hips jerking involuntarily which makes him chuckle. You give him a wry look, your cheeks burning red, but he continues fucking you with his tongue, his eyes glittering wickedly.

Freddie sheds his boxers as you continue to stroke him, his hands moving over every inch of you until finally reaching down to play at your clit as Tom’s tongue works in you. It doesn’t take long for your climax to near, your free hand fisting the sheet as you try to breathe. Freddie grins. “Cum for us, darling,” he murmurs in your ear, sending you flying over the edge. Your muscles tighten around Tom’s tongue, Freddie still working your clit quickly as your hips move, whimpers falling from your lips as you orgasm, your whole body quivering in pure bliss. Tom moans along with you, lapping up everything you have to offer eagerly, his hands firmly holding your thighs as Freddie watches your face, his cock throbbing in your still pumping hand.

Tom gets to his knees, removing his boxers before he moves from between your legs, wiping his lips and chin with the back of his hand before kissing you. You taste yourself on his tongue, his hands moving over you softly as his cock grinds against your thigh. You immediately reach down, palming him and stroking, the look on his face making your heart leap.

Freddie pulls you up to sitting and pushes you onto your knees. You are pliable, moving as they direct, completely at their will and loving every second of it. Freddie moves behind you, his hands on your ass, kneading the soft flesh as Tom positions himself in front of you, both men breathing heavily. You immediately lick your lips and take one long lap at Tom’s cock, causing his head to fall back, mouth slightly open. Then you take him fully in your mouth, moaning softly around him as you taste him.

Freddie, watching you, starts to tease your cunt from behind, wetting himself before slowly sliding into you, groaning, his hands pulling you back against him. He feels amazing; your body shudders at finally being filled as he starts to move in and out of you.

You time your sucking with Freddie’s thrusts, moving together as both men grunt and groan. The blissful sounds are filling your ears, making you grin around Tom’s cock.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last long,” Freddie breathes out, his thrusts growing a bit faster as his grip on your hips tightens. Tom reaches down, tangling his hands in your hair, tugging gently, his hips now fucking your mouth as you take him in, letting him hit the back of your throat as he hisses in ecstasy.

Finally, Freddie begins an erratic pace, his will no longer able to stave him off. He pulls you back roughly, his head falling back as he starts to cum. At the same time, you reach one of your hands up to caress Tom’s balls, sending him into climax as well, his hips bucking furiously into your mouth, causing you to have to gasp for breath before he cums hotly down your throat. You swallow it down, moaning as Freddie gives a few final thrusts. You lick Tom clean, looking up to see him looking down at you adoringly. His hand moves from your hair to your cheek, holding it softly. Freddie pulls out, laying back as you finish with Tom. You then lay back next to Freddie, pulling Tom down with you. They both drape their arms over you, Tom kissing your shoulder as Freddie kisses your cheek.

The three of you lay there, panting, letting your hearts slow and your breath return before you lean in and kiss Freddie, then turn to kiss Tom.

You lay there for a while, then Tom begins to kiss your shoulder, nipping you gently, his hand moving to toy with your breast. You look over at him, grinning, the look in his eyes telling you he wants more. You turn on your side toward him, draping your leg over his as you place your hand on his cheek, pulling him up to kiss your mouth, your hand moving down his side slowly, feeling his skin, his muscle, finally moving around to grab his ass, pulling his hips toward you. His erection is already pressing into your thigh. You reach down, grabbing his cock, and position it at your entrance, then grab his ass again, urging him into you. He slides in slowly, moaning as you surround him. His hips take a slow pace as he looks lovingly into your eyes.

Freddie moves up behind you, pressing his body to yours, his hand coming around to play with your breast, his lips and tongue on your neck. You lean your head back to kiss him, putting your hand in his hair for a moment before turning back to Tom. You can feel Freddie’s erection pressed to your ass, his hips grinding softly.

You don’t even realize you’re doing it; you reach back and grab Freddie’s ass, pulling his hips toward you. He hesitates for a moment, then licks his palm, getting his cock nice and wet before slowly, gently sliding it into you. You gasp at the sensation, Tom slowing when he realizes what Freddie is doing. Once Freddie is fully in, he carefully moves his hips, not wanting to hurt you. Tom does the same. They take an alternating pace, one sliding in as the other slides out and you are so overwhelmed with how good it feels, how amazing it is to share this with them, you feel as if you could faint. Your body is writhing, your mind reeling as they both fuck you, each one touching you, caressing you with their hands and mouths.

Your orgasm builds ever so quickly, your body wrought with pleasure. Freddie, feeling you start to tense, reaches his hand around to play at your clit, pushing with each of Tom’s thrusts. It sends you plummeting over the edge. Your entire body tenses as you experience the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had. Your toes curl up, your breath stops, and you could swear your heart was going to explode right out of your chest. You scream out, calling both their names as they fuck you through it, each of them holding back just a bit until you are fully satisfied. When your body goes limp, your head falling to Tom’s shoulder, they both release, moaning as they cum inside you, hands holding tight, mouths sucking your skin until they are both still. The three of you lay like that a moment, all trying to breathe, to comprehend the mind blowing orgasms you’ve just had. Freddie and Tom both kiss you softly, your shoulder, your neck, your back, worshiping you sweetly as you all come down.

Freddie pulls from you slowly, sighing as he removes himself and lays back on the bed. Tom follows, laying back, each of them still with hands on you as you fall back, exhausted and fully sated. So much in bliss that you actually feel like you’re dreaming. Each of them turns to snuggle up to you, heads on your chest and shoulder, hands holding you, and before you are aware of it, you all drift off into a blissful sleep, nestled into each other’s arms.

The Very Thought Of You

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 05:56:48 -0500

Chapter 2 -

I dreamt that night of something stunning, something I never thought I would have dreamed about, but I did. The open field that lay across the base of my hill was even more so beautiful than it was in reality. The sun hung low in the sky, its blue’s once more transforming to the mesmerising reds and oranges that had so often pulled my thoughts away from the hurt that corrupted me. The grass shimmered beneath the sun’s gleams from the recent downfall of rain that had filled my senses completely while the wind stood still around me.

Suddenly transforming from my place on the ground, I was staring straight out upon the horizon that stood within the hills to the west. The familiar sound erupted within my own ears as I felt the open air around me tighten and contain me. I caught a glimpse as I peered above the metallic structure that I was now sitting in, the ground becoming a distant sight to me yet the clouds were within perfect range of clearness. I heard a soft, comforting laugh to my left as Tom caught my expression in the reflection of the glass, structuring the planes front, attempting to take in this glorious sight. I swayed delicately to the movement of the wind that swirled about us thus persuading Tom to twist and barrel-roll the plane consistently making me grip tighter to him as my protector…I’d never felt more alive yet completely at ease all within one dream.

Even within dreams, the sunset had fully placed us within the shadowy nights cloak and Tom whispered delicately six words in my ear ‘I have something to show you.’ I did not, however, speak within this dream, but the actions I demonstrated and the gestures I showed, truly presented my wants to the situation…wherever this dream may take me. He slowly twirled us down in a spiral movement before he safely placed the wheels of the plane securely on the surface. Tom shut off the engine and exhaled a deep breath. I turned to face him with my child-like grin approaching on my face once more and his kind, slowing, maturing one returning it. He opened the top of the military aircraft revealing the fresh air to me; he lifted me from his lap to then order for me to remain where I was. He exited the plane with one swift movement, standing gracefully upon the plane’s wing; it was then he signalled his arms out to me and I climbed into them without hesitation, feeling the comfort already surround me. He enveloped me as he carefully slid off the plane’s wing until I heard the soft ‘thud’ of his feet being placed firmly on the ground. He un-wrapped my hold around his neck softly as I felt my tip-toes reach the shadowed grass, only visible from the moonlight.

His large hands rested upon my petite shoulders as he knelt down to reach eye-level with me, his caring gaze catching to mine, with his eyes in all their unique colours varying from blues to greens, shone and glimmered in the moons glare. The right side of his lips curved up as he broke out into a grin which impulsively made small crinkles at the side of his eyes appear. ‘Turn around darling Vivien.’ I did as the voice told me, slowly twisting my form out of his grasp as I heard the ruffle of the grass shift and move as he stood, one hand still laying upon my left shoulder. My eyes adjusted to the field in it’s darkness as suddenly, after the clouds swept past the moon in it’s momentary complete abyss, the moon brought back it’s light to reveal another figure in the space.

From afar I could register the form and I felt the excitement jolt through me as my feet had the sudden urge to take off into a deep sprint. ‘He’s pleased to see you darling…go to him’ Tom whispered softly giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze. With that sudden turn of encouragement, my left foot leaped forward and I suddenly felt the cool wind hit against my face as I pushed aside the grass that was attempting to draw me to it as it’s wrapped itself around my fingers. My breathing became heavy as my curls invaded my vision with each bounce I took along the grass to meet this figure.

“Vivien!” the voice shouted with glee as his arms widened in stance, awaiting my presence. I reached my arms out in desperation to meet him, hoping he wouldn’t disappear suddenly. “Dear Vivien!” the voice spoke again, but only this time with sorrow and worry. I reached my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me as he wrapped his arms around my torso, lifting me from the ground to spin me endlessly in loops, I began to laugh with the pure joy I felt, feeling my father’s presence beside me again. “How I’ve missed you…” he cooed caringly into my ear. I left small stains upon his army uniform from the current tears cascading down my face, as I then pulled back for a moment to witness his features and observe like many times I had done as a young child. His strong jaw still firmly placed, the cheekbones I had inherited, softly cut, yet still desirable for many others, his smooth straight nose, with his deep burrowed brow, looming overs his bright blue eyes; the wrinkles that were carefully placed under his skin across his fore-head showed strongly what emotion he felt. His smile…the warm smile that many of the people in the village had witnessed each morning on his way to get the paper, with me trailing close behind him grasping his large thumb with my small hand, the smile that I noticed to cause my mother to swoon each morning and stare admiringly at him endlessly. “How brave you are Birdy…” he would nickname me. “Has he been treating you kindly?” I tilted my head at the side and he laughed lightly to my expression. “I mean Mr Tom.” I spoke four-words to my father in that dream. Four words that I was surprised I was already admitting.

“He’s my best friend.”

***

-Seven Years Later -

“Wake up Vivien!” I heard suddenly jolting me upright from my dream. I felt pressure on the side of my bed as the movement of someone shaking me awoke me further. “Come on, you can’t sleep all day!” Briony shouted in my ear, shaking me more. I swatted her away as she gave me one last push, fully pulling me from the dream.

I was left alone again, thankfully, as I sighed heavily leaning further into the pillow. Never have I once finished that dream…it was constantly ending upon the four words I only ever spoke now about Tom in my dreams. I never told him about this dream in fear he may be a little bewildered to it but that was the first dream I had in the four months since my father’s death in 1943. I believe Tom had made a big influence upon my mind and in my dreams…he was somehow someone I could always confide in about anything.

The first morning I had awoken from that hazy dream, my night gown was smeared in mud and grass stains so not only had I dreamed that dream, but to some extent I had lived it. I dressed hurriedly not even caring about the education I was meant to take part in that day, but caring to discover whether or not Mr Tom, as I had called him, would be waiting for me upon the top of that hill. I ran towards my destination, my mind only set on finding him, not even troubling to wish good morning to the passer-byers who generously did to me.

I found myself by the gate, panting and clutching to my chest attempting to gain some strength to climb over the fence. I gripped the top of the gate and threw my legs over, not even thinking about my dress getting caught, and landed firmly on the ground upon the other side. I brought my hand up to rest upon my brow, blocking the harsh suns light from my vision to catch glimpse of the movement on the top of the hill. I broke out, once more, into heavy sprint, now and then grasping to the soft soil of the field beneath me, pushing myself further up the mount. “Mr Tom!” I had called desperately pushing away the grassthat was enveloping my small state. “Mr Tom!” I had called again.

“Vivien?” he had asked in bewilderment. He lay upon the grass with a soft, leather bound book in one hand and the other resting soundly behind his head. He furrowed his brow to me with his mouth open slightly as he breathed. “Are you alright darling?” he continued slowly closing the book in his right hand. His once relaxed form was slowly changing to that of worry. I smiled in relief letting my shoulders slump forward a little.

“You’re here Mr Tom.”

“…and why wouldn’t I be Miss Vivien?” he asked sitting upright placing his book beside him.

“I mean…what are you doing here this early?”

“I may ask you the same thing.” He answered showing a sly grin upon his face.

“…because it’s my hill Mr Tom.” he pursed his lips as he squinted his eyes deliberating my answer in his thoughts.

“Fair enough.” He had said with a nod.

“So…” I’d said putting my hand forward awaiting an explanation.

“So what?” he asked raising his right eyebrow.

“What are you doing here this early?”

“Ehehehe…oh yes…well yesterday evening I had discovered how glorious the sunset was here and I was curious as to see whether or not the sunrise was more so.” He answered placing his hands behind him to lean backwards slightly. I walked over to him, without hesitation just like the dream, and sat down beside him, my legs crossed.

“And was it?”

“The sunrise was beautiful yes…breath-taking almost but nothing wins against a sunset.” He said turning to his face to my direction. “What do you believe?”

“Definitely the sunset…that’s the reason I’m normally late home for dinner.”

I always remembered that small conversation Tom and I had between us that morning. It was so simple yet showed so much more. It showed that Tom would be here for me…as my shield and as my ally. I looked out upon the window I’d kept open the previous night, allowing my father, yet again, too be close to me. I noticed the sky seemed brighter; the blue almost radiating optimism as the sun carried it’s low beams to shine out onto the roses in Mr Woods garden. Briony continued to bang against my bedroom door until I unwillingly removed myself from the comfort of the warm sheets to the cold floor that made me shiver. I stumbled my way over to my dresser, still feeling the sleep deep within me, and fumbled about my drawers finding the necessary clothing I would need that day. I left my hair in its natural state, only brushing it to make it at least a little more presentable for the morning outside and placed minimal make-up upon my skin.

I found my blue dress I had so easily become accustomed to wearing and also the dress Tom answered to be his favourite one of mine. I slipped it over my head cautiously not wanting to rip its seams as to then I pulled out my black shoes I wore so often that were now at breaking-point. I took the notebook off my bedside and quickly checked myself in the mirror. As I thought I was at best presentable I twisted the knob pulling the door open, allowing the sound of its creak to fill my ears. I stepped into the hallway making my way towards the kitchen to retrieve the glass of orange juice that was carefully placed on the table.

“Seriously Vivien, you have to stop staying out so late.” Briony moaned throwing an egg onto my plate.

“I don’t stay out that late.” I mumbled back.

“Of course you do! Mr Wood complains sometimes about how loud you are coming home late at night.”

“It’s only late to elderly people because they can’t withstand certain hours Briony. The latest I’ve ever come home is at ten o’clock and that is in the summer when the sunsets later.”

“Why do you have such a desire to watch the sunset? I mean honestly, it’s not like there’s going to be a shortage of them.” She retorted scraping the chair against the wooden floor. “Does that Tom fellow keep you out late on purpose-?”

“Briony please!” I moaned. I absolutely loathed it when mother or Briony spoke about Tom as they never say anything good about him. They don’t understand that he is the true reason that I am at least speaking to them or speaking at all for that matter.

“You speak so fondly of Tom and yet we haven’t even met him and you’ve known him what…two years?” she continued. What she had said in fact was a lie on my behalf. I had only ever spoken about Tom two years ago when I turned seventeen. Mother and Briony were ever so anxious to find out who I was seeing and of course I only stated that Tom was a friend.

“Just because you haven’t met him doesn’t mean he’s up to no good Briony, now please keep out of it.” I said standing from my place at the table.

“You haven’t eaten-” she began.

“I’m not hungry.” I shot back walking out of the small cottage that was so often referred to as my home. I brought the notebook close to my chest as I rushed to the post office just wanting this day to be over. The village hadn’t changed one bit since the war ended in 1945. Each small cottage still showed its own personality reflecting from the residents who lived inside them, the cobbled floor, only located in certain parts on the path still looked new with the care and devotion the community showed towards it. No new buildings were brought to us, yet the army base still existed just less than a mile away from my hill and each shop was still deposited in its rightful place. Yet I still felt no ease with this village as Tom and I had discussed travelling the world and discovering its wonders to be ‘alive’.

I reluctantly stepped through the open door and into the post office on this warm morning. Mr Hugh greeted me with a warm smile in which I did not return, but only nodded his way.

“Vivien…” my mother fussed trying to touch my arm but I shifted away from her grasp. “I’m sorry Joseph.” I heard my mother whisper at the front of the desk while I loomed in the back.

“It’s fine Claire really…she’s still adjusting.” Joseph assured.

Mr Hugh proposed to my mother three months prior to this day and my mother gracefully accepted his offer. Mr Hugh had been courting my mother in the seven long years in which have taken her to this day. She smiled genuinely to the engagement ring she wore on her slender, left finger to where the shadow of my mother’s wedding ring was left effortlessly.

“It’s been three months…”she continued with a worried sigh. “She’s nineteen-”

“Her mother’s getting re-married. She lost her father…she may fear I’m replacing him. We still need to give her time.”

“But Briony took the news so well-”

“And you told me Vivien had a little more trouble adjusting to the permanent life without her father. Everyone’s different…just give her time Claire.”

I knew Mr Hugh was a kind man, he was the reason I saw my mother smile again but I just couldn’t find myself to be happy and joyful about this situation. Tom had told me I didn’t have to be happy about it. ‘Darling Vivien you just have to accept it.’ I placed the notebook on the table and flicked through the pages, delicately to find the sketch I had done of my father; it was the time he was reading his favourite book and when he preferred to be undisturbed at the certain chapter, he smiled. I stroked the small writing that was engraved on this paper and I smiled softly remembering how I had come across it.

It was a day last October where Tom and I sat upon the hill looking out across the vast space of country-side awaiting the arrival of the plane that flew above our heads most days. Tom and I had made a bet where we would take it in turns to see which one could climb up the tree the fastest. I volunteered to climb the oak tree first to try and wipe the idea away from Tom that he would be victorious. “Darling Vivien you simply won’t do it!” he had shouted up to me with a small chuckle to follow. “I simply have longer legs than you!”

“Don’t crown yourself victorious yet Mr Hiddleston.” I shouted back gripping to the large branch, concentrating on not losing my balance. I carried on climbing as I heard Tom shouting the seconds at me, the rough bark scraping at my bare skin as I wore this dress. “Blasted dress.” I mumbled to myself trying to untangle it’s peach material from the small twigs entwining themselves around the main body of the tree.

It was soon, once I had reached the top of the tree, standing within the golden, autumn leaves I felt somehow closer to my dream, that I no longer cared for this bet. I gripped onto twigs feeling my fingers brush against the cool, smooth surface of each leaf as the calm wind gently ruffled my auburn locks in its breeze. I felt closer to the heavens, the sunset beginning once more. I felt a pang of excitement hit me and I wanted Tom beside me for this. “Tom!” I shouted down.

“Don’t tell me you’ve got yourself stuck up there Viv!” he responded.

“Just get up here!”

Within a matter of minutes I heard the snaps of twigs beneath me and Tom’s ragged breath as I felt him hold onto my ankle. “We’re not doing the bet anymore are we?” He asked breathlessly.

“No, now come on…” I whispered hurriedly as I bent to reach out my hand to him. He was not uncertain as he gripped my hand continuing to pull himself higher up this large tree. Tom wrapped an arm around me protectively placing his hand on the branch next to mine with his lips very close to my ear.

“What are we doing Vivien?” he asked.

“Look…” I felt his head turn to my direction and silence was welcomed between us. The sun had brought itself lower in the time I had called Tom to come up the top so theoretically it was like we were standing above the sun. I turned to Tom to see his face was tainted with the orange reflection from the sun, and his eyes sparkled bright. He leaned his head closer to mine, still facing the sun until softly his placed his curls upon my own. “Have you ever seen anything more beautiful?”

“I have…” he said stealing a glance. I felt my heart begin to thump wildly in my chest yet it soon calmed to Toms gaze averting back to the sun. “I swear Vivien we have to find new ways to watch the sunset nearly every night.” He moaned with a smirk.

“You’re only moaning because you know you lost the best.”

When we had climbed down from the tree and parted ways for the evening, I was flicking through my notebook, remembering each little sketch I had made that day. I had even sketched Toms hand as it pushed back his dark curls in one swift movement. Tom wouldn’t allow me to sketch him or take photographs of him, but little did he know I had taken photographs and had drawn him from memory. It was then I flicked a little too far back and had found that picture of my father, yet something seemed different about the page. I removed my hand to get an overlook of the sheet as I leant it against the fence and that’s when I noticed small, perfect articulate handwriting at the bottom right hand corner of the page. ‘He would be so proud of you darling Vivien.’ Tom told me how much my father would be proud of me and it always casted my mind back to the continuous dream, wondering whether or not my father would like him…I’m sure he would.

“Vivien?” I heard the soft sound of my mother.

“Yes?” I asked closing the notebook and walking back to the front of the post office.

“Would you mind giving these stamps to Mrs Wilkes? She asked for the postman to give them to her but it completely slipped my mind. She’s been too sick to come out and collect them herself.” She explained holding out a small envelope. I nodded and took them from her. “Remember to hurry though dear, Joseph needs your help measuring out the boxes in the back.”

“Yes mother.” I called over my shoulder, stepping out into the sunlight. If this was all I was going to aspire in life, I really didn’t think much further of it. I needed to get away…far away. Day in and day out I would work at the post office against my will constantly being told what to do by my mother and sister. Even Joseph has tried. The only thing that helped me get through the day was Tom. As soon as I saw him in my mind, I couldn’t stop the smile that broke out across my features; brightening my eyes, widening my lips. From the corner of my eye I saw a familiar figure leaning against the fence at the edge of Mrs Wilkes home and I turned to it instantly.

“Why, good morning Miss Vivien.” Tom said with a little bow, a grin plastered on his face. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you…but good I’m not so sure about so how about morning.” I said leaning against the fence crossing my arms.

“What’s the matter kid?” Tom asked resting his elbow on the fence as his eyes searched mine for answers.

“The usual…the mother, Mr Hugh…and of course the worst, Briony.”

“What’s she done now Viv?” he asked.

“Just ruining a perfectly good dream to wake me up to this wonderful life.” I answered sarcastically.

“It’s wonderful with me.” Tom said winking at me, the smirk appearing to widen further. I shook my head and pushed at his shoulder, laughing lightly. “Ehehehe, now come on Viv…let’s go to the hill, let’s spend the day there. I can get us some cake down by the bakery…your favourite…I think Miss Patty likes me.”

“I wish I could but I got to deliver these stamps to Mrs Wilkes and get straight back to the post office.” I sighed.

“Hmm…” he answered twisting his mouth. “How about I get us some cake for later and we can meet at the usual time?” he offered. I smiled thankfully and nodded to him.

“Sounds nice.” I answered.

“Good.” He reached his hand up and gently stroked my cheek in comfort gently persuading me to lean into him. “Right then…” he cleared his throat. “You better be off if you don’t want your mother on your case.” He said reaching up to my shoulders and turning me around before lightly smacking my bottom with the newspaper he had.

“I’m going!” I commented as I stumbled forward. “I’ll see you later Tom.”

“See you in a bit Kid.” I heard behind me.

Redeemed for the Good

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 05:12:04 -0500

AN: This is a Loki x OC multi chapter story that I have written. It takes place right after The Avengers and it is about Loki’s redemption after all of the crimes that he had done in the past. I will be writing this story from the OC’s point of view, which will be Redeemed for the Good, and also in Loki’s point of view, but his side of the story will be titled something different. The prologue fits well with both so I kept it the same. This is Unbeta so excuse any errors and I hope people enjoy it. Feedback would be greatly appreciated :)

PROLOGUE:

http://shadownightmoon.tumblr.com/post/53309158228/redeemed-for-the-good

Perfect two

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 04:27:36 -0500

before we begin, quick 2 things; 1. This is my first time submitting a fic to a website, and I do expect harsh words due to the shitiness of it all, but I like the theme of the story, and 2. The song “perfect two” was not written by me, but by Auburn.

Now that that’s over, enjoy my first story xxx

I smile and strum the few sweet chords on my guitar, humming a soft tune to myself and finishing off the last verses. Tom walks into the room wearing his white vest and cottons, he smiles at me playing and sits down in front of me, back leaning against the arm of the couch and legs crossed.

“Hello” I hum in tune and tom’s smile grows.

“Hello my sweetheart, what are you playing?” He asks

“A guitar” I say with a dumb tone and tom sighs heavily, making me giggle

“I know that yah clown, what’s the song your playing? It’s very lovely and addictive” he plucks a small lock of thick messy hair behind my ear.

“Actually it’s something I’ve been writing this morning” I smile “it’s a little cheesy but I think it works” I smile a him.

“What’s it about?” He asks

“You and me” I wink “and our engagement” I smile and tom leans forward and pecks my lips.

“I would love to hear it” he looks at me

“Really? I don’t know, I’m not a good singer, I think I may make you deaf” I hesitate and he smiles even wider.

“None sense, I’ve heard you sing before, your voice is like melted gold, chocolate and liquid hot sex” he growls and I giggle.

“Eww, I must sound horrible then” I laugh and he gives me puppy eyes.

“Please darling” he asks again and I sigh.

“Fine, but promise you will not laugh at me” I point a finger at him as he raises his hands defensively.

“I promise you like my vows” he added the heart warming touch that made me agree to singing in front of him and 50 million other people had he asked me to.

Before I start, he swivels me around and lets my back rest against his chest, letting his chin rest atop my head and his legs bracket my sides. I look up at him and he kisses my nose, I then grip the starting chord and strum my pick across the strings, and begin to sing.

“You can be the peanut butter to my jelly
You can be the butterflies I feel in my belly
You can be the captain and I can be your first mate
You can be the chills that I feel on our first date

You can be the hero and I can be your side kick
You can be the tear that I cry if we ever split
You can be the rain from the cloud when it’s stormin’
Or you can be the sun when it shines in the mornin’

Don’t know if I could ever be
Without you cause boy you complete me
And in time I know that we’ll both see
That we’re all we need

Cause you’re the apple to my pie
You’re the straw to my berry
You’re the smoke to my high
And you’re the one I wanna marry

Cause your the one for me for me
And I’m the one for you for you
You take the both of us of us
And we’re the perfect two

We’re the perfect two
We’re the perfect two
Baby me and you
We’re the perfect two

You can be the prince and I can be your princess
You can be the sweet tooth I can be the dentist
You can be the shoes and I can be the laces
You can be the heart that I spill on the pages

You can be the vodka and I can be the chaser
You can be the pencil and I can be the paper
You can be as cold as the winter weather
But I don’t care as long as we’re together

Don’t know if I could ever be
Without you cause boy you complete me
And in time I know that we’ll both see
That we’re all we need

Cause you’re the apple to my pie
You’re the straw to my berry
You’re the smoke to my high
And you’re the one I wanna marry

Cause your the one for me for me
And I’m the one for you for you
You take the both of us of us And we’re the perfect two

We’re the perfect two
We’re the perfect two
Baby me and you
We’re the perfect two

You know that I’ll never doubt ya
And you know that I think about ya
And you know I can’t live without ya

I love the way that you smile
And maybe in just a while
I can see us walk down the aisle

Cause you’re the apple to my pie
You’re the straw to my berry
You’re the smoke to my high
And you’re the one I wanna marry

Cause your the one for me for me
And I’m the one for you for you
You take the both of us of us
And we’re the perfect two

We’re the perfect two
We’re the perfect two
Baby me and you
We’re the perfect two”

I stop strumming and look up to tom, who’s smiling like crazy at me, a few tears in his eyes and I put down the guitar behind the sofa and turn around in his arms to give him a hug. I snuggle my arms under him and he throws a blanket over the two of us.

“I love you Morven, I truly do” he kisses my forehead.

“Well you better, that song took me all morning to write” I mumble into his chest and the base of his neck, and feel the vibrations as he chuckles.

“I want to marry you so badly, lets go to Vegas like they did in friends!” He joked and I giggle

“Keep in mind that they were drunk and drew moustaches and kitty faces on each other with permanent marker” I raise my head and my forehead on his.

“You get the kitty face” he chuckles

“Yeah, but that’s because you’ve already got Wendy” I smile and place my index finger above his upper lip.

“Yes. I. do” he says with his lips pouted out and I laugh at him.

“Yes. you. do” I say just like him when He raises his finger to my upper lip.

“This is Wendy, she’s my pride and joy” tom says as Steve.

“But I love Wendy!” I say in a Steve voice and I hold toms cheeks.

“Gasp! Wendy, are you cheating on me!?” Tom says and I giggle.

“I love you Wendy!” I say and kiss the fuzzy moustache on tom’s lip. He chuckles as I kiss his moustache, bumping his nose and crossing my eyes over like some sort of crazy person.

“Do you love Wendy or Steve?” He asks me and I look at him with my tongue out.

“Wendy, definitely Wendy” I say “every time thou shall shave thine Wendy, thou shall feel thy wrath!” I boom with toms finger over my top lip and I softly nibble his finger.

“Your so funny” he says and I laugh “I love you so much” he pulls me down for a kiss. It’s long and soft, his thin lips make me hum and his moustache tickles me to the point of giggles.

“If you didn’t have Wendy I’d still love your little bit here” I jab the small gap of flesh bellow his nose with my own nose.

“Do you like me with or without Wendy?” He asks

“To be honest, I’ve never seen you with Wendy on her own, just with you clean and then with a sexy lil’ goatee” I smile and scratch his chin.

“Bah” he makes a funny goat noise and I grin at him.

“Your my little billy goat” I smile and squeeze him so tight.

“And your my little ugh pony?” He starts and I giggle

“We’ll you can be my stallion and I’ll be your little mare” I kiss his lips and snuggle down into his chest.

“I’m gonna keep that innuendo to myself” he smiles and I rest my chin on his.

“Do you love Wendy?” I ask

“Jealous?” He asks

“Well she spends more time on your lip then I do!” I giggle and tom smiles.

“Well we’ll have to fix that now won’t we” he growls and flips me onto my back.

I squeal and giggle as he play bites and nibbles my neck. He gnaws at my soft flesh and makes a funny noise, he rattles the back of his throat and makes a sighing purr. His velociraptor noise. I giggle and push him off me, and we both tumble onto the floor, me atop of him.

“Can I get up?” I ask and he sits upright.

“I don’t see why not” he smiles and scratches his beard.

“now I’m gonna get you!” I stand up and walk into the bathroom followed by tom.

I picked up the shaving can and playfully dabbed the blue stuff on my hand. Within a few seconds it turned white and I turned to tom. I quickly slapped it onto his cheek and he looked at me.

“Right, that’s it you little-” he frowned and took the can from me.

He then popped the cap off it and took my chin into my hand. He then drew a beard and a moustache on me and watched as the gel thickened into a foam. He stepped back and took out his iPhone, and takes a photo of me.

“I think I’ll wash this off” I go to the sink but tom wraps his arm around my torso and pulls me back.

“Oh nonononono!” He pulls me back and I squeal “were gonna shave it off” he says in a very scary voice.

He lets me stand on my feet again as then moves to his small tray in the shower stand. He takes out his razor and stands behind me. I smile and go to take it from him but he pulls it out of my reach.

“Ahahahahah, I’m going to show your how to have your face” he smiled

“I don’t need to shave my face tom, I’m not a man” I giggle as he pokes his head to the side of mine.

“Shush, now. What I do is I take soft strokes to begin with, making sure not to anger the skin” he softly glides the razor over my face.

“Because your a gentle soul” I try to say in a blokes voice.

“Thankyou kind sir” he chuckles “and then, for my lip I look back” he tilts my head back “and make short little strokes” he gently dabs the razor.

I lower my hear back down and then tom attacks me with a towel. I giggle and so does he.

“Thanks for teaching me how to shave my beard” I chuckle.

“No problem” he smiles and I kiss his lips.

His soft beard tickles my nose and I laugh at the funny sensations it causes through my nostrils.

“What’s so funny?” He asks

“Wendy wants a kiss” I say “who am I to disappoint the girl?” I ask and lower my lips to toms moustache.

“I think im getting a little jealous of Wendy, the little hoe” he says and I chuckle.

“Don’t be, it’s just me and you Hiddles, me and you against the world” I smile and so does he.

“Cause were the perfect two” he sings.

“Baby me and you” I sing back, and we hug in front of the mirror.

“We’re the perfect two” we sing in sync and cuddle closer.

The Piano Teacher

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 03:43:25 -0500

Smut! Warning, 11 year age gap, and very long. Sorry, I hope you all enjoy!

He heard a knock on his door and looked up to see her. That beautiful face that can light any room. She was quite mature for an 18 year old, both mentally and physically, but she had such an innocence and kindness about her that made her seem so young at times. This will be her last year with me, the thought of her leaving made my heart ache.

“Mr.Hiddleston, after school can you help me with my exam piece for piano class? I keep on having trouble with the 12th measure”. “Of course Lily!, you can meet me there at 2:50. Don’t forget to bring your sheet music”.

She smiled at him and left. He had to hide his feelings of her, being a teacher and all. Sometimes he thought she was tempting him, wearing short skirts to school, brushing her shoulder against him in the hall way.

He waited in the piano room. The room consisted of keyboards and desks. He spent 4 years with her in this room. She was such a good student, always helping the others. He loved to watch her as she played. The way she closed her eyes and slowly swayed her body to the sound of the music. His day dreaming was interrupted by the sound of his name.

“Hi Mr.Hiddleston! Sorry for being late”. After closing the door, she took a seat at her keyboard at the back of the class room. “Okay Lily, start from the beginning and don’t forget the dynamics”. She began to play, deep concentration sketched on her face. She was stressed, and every note she played sounded painful.

“Okay okay, stop for a moment. Lily, your playing is quite mechanical. Darling, just relax. I know you can do it, have faith in yourself. Start again from the beginning”. She began to play again and stopped abruptly, and started sobbing into her hands. “Oh sweetheart, what’s the matter?”. He walked over to her and knelt down beside her, placing a hand on her back for comfort. ” I-I’m sorry sir. I am having such a hard time with this piece, and I have so many other projects to finish, and I am trying to prepare for college”. She said, sniffling. “And I am going to miss your classes. I always felt so comfortable being in your class, I will miss you”, She said slowly, looking up at him like a puppy. “My sweet Lily, you can always come and visit! You know my door is always open to you. We will get through this piece together, and you will be wizzing through it in no time! Why don’t we start on the 12th measure”.

She began to play. “Shoot” she muttered. “Okay, I see the problem here. Do you mind?”, he said, pointing to the empty space behind her on the piano chair. She shook her head and he sat down behind her, with her between his legs. He leaned in a little closer so that he was just a few inches away from her left ear. “You see, you are having issues with the triplets and the half note that follows, watch how I play it”. He reached his hands out to the keyboard, playing and humming it. Lily felt the heat radiate from his body and when she felt him hum the line in her ear, warmth began to build in her tummy. ” See what I did there?”, he bent forward, careful not to get too close, and pointed to the sheet music. She felt his long blonde curls brush against her cheek as he went forward, and she pressed her body back against his.

He instantly began to get hard from her body being pressed up against his. He so desperately wanted to stay like that with her, but he had to move away. As if she read his mind, she placed her hand on his.”Please stay”, she whispered. He couldn’t take it anymore, it was an invitation that he could not refuse. He squeezed her hand and moved her hair away from her neck. He began planting soft kisses along her shoulder and neck. She let out a little moan and pressed closer into his body, his erection very obvious. He caressed her arms, then her sides. He slipped his hand underneath her shirt. She leaned her head back on his shoulder as his hand made its way up to her breast. She began to erect as he rubbed small circles around her covered nipple. “Take it off, it’s okay”, she murmured. He obeyed, slipping her bra from her body. He held her breasts in his hands and began teasing her nipples while he slowly rubbed his hardened erection against her back.

He slipped a hand down her skirt and slowly ran his fingers up and down her slit. “Oh my, you are so wet”, he groaned in her ear. He very slowly slipped a finger inside her and held it inside her for a moment. Lily gasped, bucking her hips forward while gripping his thighs. ” Oh darling, you’re a virgin! Have I hurt you?”. “No, it just hurts a little bit. I am okay, really”, she turned to look at him, giving him approval to keep on going. He started stroking that spot inside her, then started to slowly pump his finger in and out of her. Her body began to shake and her muscles began to tighten around his finger, spilling more juices for him. She was bucking her hips wildly, biting her lip to keep from screaming. He pulled out his finger. “See this darling? You’ve just came, good girl”.

She got up, pulling him out of the chair, and pinned him against the wall. They began kissing feverishly, their tongues dancing with eachother. She undid his belt and unbuttoned his shirt while kissing and nibbling his neck. She bent down to take him out of his pants but he pulled her up. “No sweetheart, let me make you feel wonderful, it’s about you “. He backed her up onto a desk and slipped her skirt up. Bending down, he slipped her underwear off and stroked her bundle with his tongue. “Auhh!”, She moaned out. His tongue darted in and out of her a few times, making sure she was well lubricated. She got up and wrapped her legs around him, making him stumble and fall to the floor. He whipped her around so he was between her legs. He removed his pants and his boxers. Her eyes grew big when she saw what sprang out of them. He positioned himself at her entrance and slowly entered her. Her mouth flew open and her nails dug into his ass. ” Oh my go-” she began to scream, but was stopped by his hand covering her mouth. “Shhh darling, you must be quiet”, he whispered into her ear. He was fully inside her now, and she felt overwhelmed with pleasure and fullness. He rotated his hips a little before pulling out. He thrust back into her with a little more force while Lily bit onto his shoulder.. He couldn’t be patient any longer, he looked into her eyes and she said in a barely audible voice, “Please fuck me”.

With that, he began pounding her. He covered her mouth with his own so that the only sounds heard in the room where the sounds of their hips smacking into eachother. His thrusts became shallow and harder as he felt her tighten around him. “Auuuhh auhh, I-I’m going to cum!”, she moaned out, her head falling back while he ravished her neck. She began to convulse around him and he covered her mouth with his hand to stop her from screaming. “That’s it darling, come for me, that’s my girl, uhhh-“. He couldn’t go on any longer, he pounded into her three more times, before releasing himself into her. He lay on top of her, completely spent, the both of them drenched in sweat.

When moments passed, he put himself up on one elbow, smiling with half hooded eyes…” Darling, we still need to finish that piece”.

Missing Mischief: Chapter 2

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 02:58:35 -0500

A/N: Here’s the next chapter! Sorry it took me so long, and sorry that it’s so short! Thanks for being so patient with me. Hopefully it won’t be too long before I get the next chapter up. Thanks again! Sorry for any errors! Hope you enjoy!!

Loki’s POV

I sighed as I leaned back against the wall behind my bed. I couldn’t stop thinking about Amelia since I had been taken away from her almost a year ago. At least I think it was almost a year. I had been trying to keep track of the days, but time started to blend together and I lost track. Maybe it had been less. Maybe longer.

I wasn’t certain. All I knew is that I had been away from her too long. I was desperate to see her. To hear her voice. To hold her in my arms. My body craved her touch and no matter what I did to please myself, nothing seemed to satisfy me the way she did. But more than all that, I wanted to hear her say that she loved me.

I sighed again and closed my eyes, trying to picture her face. I wished I could use my magic, but my prison kept me from doing so. If I could have used it, I might have at least been able to see her. Or been able to send one of my clones to Midgard to assure her that I was fine and that I still loved her with all my heart.

But I couldn’t. I worried desperately that she would start to forget about me. I had nightmares about it almost every day. Thoughts of her forgetting me, and the love we shared, was something that I feared even more than the wrath of the people I had angered in my attempt at taking control of Midgard.

As I lay there with my eyes closed, my thoughts started to get very hazy and I was starting to drift off. “Amelia,” I said softly. “Do you think about me often?”

***

“You know I do, Loki,” she said. My eyes fluttered open and I gasped at the sight before me. I was in Amelia’s New York apartment. I was standing in her kitchen and my darling girl was standing directly before me. Her light brown hair fell down past her shoulders just the way it always had. She was standing at her stove, wearing nothing but one of my tunics and her underwear, something I had always wished to see her in. Her green eyes were as vibrant as ever. She smiled at me before turning back to whatever she happened to be cooking.

“This has to be a dream,” I said, rubbing furiously at my eyes.

“So what if it is?”

“You’ll be gone when I wake up.”

“Then I guess we shouldn’t waste any time.”

She dropped the spoon she had been holding and walked over to me. She reached out to place her hands on my chest, a thing she did often, but I cowered away. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her face dropping.

“What if it doesn’t work? What if we can’t touch each other?”

She smiled and rolled her eyes at me like I was daft. “Loki, my sweet king, this is your dream. If you want to touch me, you’ll be able to touch me.”

Slowly, I reached out a single finger. I held my breath, waiting for some invisible force to keep me from stroking her cheek, but it never came. My index finger brushed along the soft skin of her cheek and I sighed happily. Without another word, I pulled her into my arms and crushed her against my chest.

“I’ve missed you so much, my sweetling,” I said.

“I’ve missed you too.”

She sighed and closed her eyes, breathing deeply and resting her forehead against mine.

“I was worried that you would forget me,” I said quietly. I rarely voiced my insecurities. It was not considered proper for a man to share his fears where I came from, but I trusted Amelia with every inch of my being.

She laughed which made me pull away from her. I had shared my fear with her and she was mocking it. I turned my back to her. I heard her get down off the counter and she wrapped her arms around my waist. I winced, but I didn’t pull away. Even though I was hurt, it felt to good to be in her embrace.

“I’m not laughing at you, my sweet king,” she said softly, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder. I smiled knowing that she had to stand on her tiptoes to do so.

“It sounds like you’re laughing at me.”

“I’m only laughing because you don’t ever have to be afraid of me forgetting about you. I should be the one who is afraid.”

I turned to face her. “Why?”

“Because I am a simple Midgardian. You are an Asgardian prince. A god. I stand no chance if another woman comes to steal your heart.”

She looked down at her feet. It was something she frequently did to try and hide her tears from me, but I knew better than that. I hooked my finger under her chin and brought her gaze up to mine. “Listen to me carefully, my darling,” I said. “When I told you that my heart belonged to you, I meant it. I love you. No one will ever steal my love from you because it’s yours forever. Whether you want it or not, it’s yours.”

She smiled as I wiped away the single tear that had fallen down her cheek. “I love you, Loki,” she said.

“I love you too, my sweet Amelia.”

“Please come back to me soon.”

“I swear I will.”

I leaned in to kiss her, but my lips never met hers.

***

My eyes fluttered open and I was once again in my dimly lit prison cell. I let out a deep breath. I knew it had been a dream. It was one that I had frequently. It was always the same and my lips never made it to hers before I woke up. It was infuriating. I desperately wanted to feel her lips on mine and I never got that satisfaction. It was like my own personal hell. Worse than being sentenced to rot in prison.

Her words echoed in my head. Even though it was a dream I knew that she wanted me to come back to her. I couldn’t bear to think that she no longer wanted me. It’s what kept me going every day. The thought of her waiting for me when I found a way to return to Midgard made me want to survive my terrible fate. I would do anything to be with her again.

I rolled over so I was facing the wall and closed my eyes once more. I spent most of my time sleeping, hoping that her face would be in my dreams. “I love you, my sweet Amelia,” I sighed as I started to drift off once more.

“I love you too.”

Out Tonight Part 4

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 02:13:58 -0500

A/N: So, here’s a little more Sara/Tom. I’ll submit the next part ASAP. Enjoy :)

The ride to Tom’s flat was a blur of desperate kisses and flushed skin. The driver was barely able to get their attention long enough to collect his fare.

As soon as they got up to the flat though, the mood lightened and cooled, not in a bad way, but just enough for them to feel comfortable around each other. Liar, said Tom to himself You know that the one thing you want right now is to rip that dress off her and make her scream your name. But he shook it away and walked into the kitchen for some ice. If he was going to let her go with just talking tonight, he would need a lot of alcoholic help.

Sara sat on the leather sofa in the flat, admiring the view from the oversized windows. She could hear Tom in the kitchen, ice clinking into glasses, whiskey splashing in. He walked back in, carrying two glasses, and sat next to her on the couch. She took a long drink from the glass her handed her. “So, tell me about that impressive book collection in your room,” he said leaning back against the couch. “I will. But first, I have a question for you. Why did you come and talk to me back there?” How the hell am I supposed to answer her when she’s looking at me with those eyes? And that mouth? And that neck? Okay, okay, focus, she’s expecting an answer.

He took a drink to help bring him back to the present. “I don’t know, really. I noticed you when you walked into the bar, and I just had this feeling that if I didn’t talk to you, I’d regret it for a long time. And then I heard you talking to Jackie about drinking whiskey and…I don’t know…something told me that I wanted you in my life, even if it was just for a little while.” She stood and walked over to the window, then took another drink and turned back to face him. She smiled. “Well, that’s a new one.” His brow furrowed. “What do you mean?” She shook her head. Wow. She looks amazing. Alright, seriously, keep your head in the game, Hiddleston. She’s talking. “I’ve had a lot of guys trying to get with me, piggy backing off Jackie. You know, the best friend, sitting alone at the bar, so you probably have a better chance of getting lucky with her. But I have to say, this is the first time one of them has made this much effort.” Tom rose from the sofa, and joined her at the window. “Look, if I had wanted to go home with Jackie, I would have stayed at the bar.” He let his hand trace lazily up and down her side, making her squirm a little. “I told you, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. You were…are…so different from all the girls I usually see in places like that. I don’t even think I can really explain it. There was just…something about you. And I had to get your attention. That’s all I know.” He let his hand drop to hers, lacing their fingers together. “Now, I believe I promised you titillating conversation and fine whiskey.” She laughed and let Tom pull her back to the sofa.

“So tell me about your collection,” he said. He leaned back against the back of the sofa, pulling her back so she was against him with her back against his chest. He was perfectly placed to catch the scent of her hair with every inhale. She settled herself against him more comfortably, rubbing and shimmying against him a little. He took another fortifying sip from his glass. His hand made its way round her front and settled against her stomach, anchoring her against him.

“Well, I have something close to 200 books in my room. Which makes moving around a little challenging, but shelves are a girl’s best friend.” Tom let out a little breath of disbelief. “200? Seriously?!” She giggled. “Yup. And I’ve read every one of them. Which kind of makes the buying embargo I’ve placed on myself kind of hard to enforce.” She kicked off her shoes and folded her legs up under herself, leaning back against his chest. “Why books? And why so many? I mean I love to read as much as anyone else but still, 200 is a lot.” He drained his glass as he waited for her answer.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess, my whole life, reading’s been the only thing that I’ve ever had that made me feel…less… well, I guess, less alone. It didn’t matter that I felt invisible to everyone around me, it didn’t matter that it was all I could do to get out of bed in the morning on some days, when I was reading and I had my books around me, it was all okay. Or at least as close to okay as it could get.” Sara laughed again, rubbing lightly against him with the movement. Wow. She is just…wow. “Sorry, that was some very personal information to share with a complete stranger.” She moved so she could face him.

“It’s perfectly alright, darling. I like knowing that about you. And I do understand how you feel. Only with me, it was acting instead of reading. Especially when my parents were getting divorced. It was a way of escaping my real life, even for just a few minutes.” His voice tapered off at the end as their eyes met. She’s so beautiful. He felt frozen to the spot, looking at this girl as a flood of completely irrational feelings flooded over him. Feelings like ‘I want her to stay here forever’ and ‘I think I just proved the existence of love at first sight’ and ‘Why do I feel like I’ve known her my whole life?’ and ‘Dear God, please let her want to do more than just talk tonight.’ Her eyes dropped his gaze for a second, before coming back up. “Tom, why are you looking at me like that?” Hiddleston! Concentrate! She’s saying words and expecting you to respond in kind. He smiled at her. “I honestly don’t know. I told you, there’s something going on here that I don’t understand. I just…”

The words to form the end of that sentence escaped him. How do you tell someone that it felt like the universe had conspired to bring them to you? How do you say that it felt like the voice of God himself had guided him towards her in the bar earlier, rather than letting him leave and go home for an early night on his own, like he was planning? Although how else could you explain how you feel so comfortable with each other already? The last thing you want to do is to scare her away.

Tom shushed the thoughts echoing in his head. The last thing he needed was to get involved with someone, take it too fast and end up getting his heart broken. Again. He settled for brushing her hair behind her ear and then taking her hand in his, running his fingers lightly over her skin.

Sara noticed his hesitation, so she started to speak. “So, explain something to me. For someone who likes to read so much, why have you not got more books?” She waved her hand around at the minimally decorated room. Most of the mess was created by the mass of papers and scripts (and, to be fair, books) that littered the top of the dining room table. “Aha! That, my darling, has a very simple explanation.” Tom yanked her up from the couch and pulled her over to the table, still holding her hand. You just met him. You really shouldn’t be so comfortable around this guy, thought Sara to herself. But as soon as she looked up at him, his smile lighting up his face, a little voice piped up, What if the reason you’ve been so comfortable around him is because you have just encountered that rarest of phenomena, love at first sight? (She huffed a little. Even her inner voice sounded like a book).

She looked back at him, rummaging through an aged leather bag that had been sitting on the table, next to the mess of papers. All of a sudden, he straightened up, shouting “Ha! This is the wondrous device in which I store my library.” Tom held a silver Kindle up, looking for all the world like it was the most valuable thing in the world. Sara couldn’t help herself. She started laughing riotously, her body shaking and leaning on one of the chairs for support.

Tom’s inner clown came bursting out. If he couldn’t kiss her, he was damn well going to make her laugh. “What?!” he shouted, looking angry. “Are you mocking my lovely library?! That is an insult that shall not go unanswered!” And with that, he rushed at her, picking her right up off her feet and swinging her around, arms around her waist, held tight against him, listening to her delighted squeals as he set her on her feet, still holding her and tickling gently along her waist.. As soon as he released her, Sara managed to catch her breath and swallow her laughter long enough to sink into a deep curtsey and say in a mocking tone “I’m very sorry, sir. I did not mean to offend you.” She straightened. “It’s just that I thought that someone of your intelligence would understand that no number of books on that…thing could ever compare to a library full of real, living, breathing, bound books.” Each word brought her a step closer to him, until they were standing as close together as possible without touching. Tom’s heart started to race. Jesus, man, get yourself under control! He let a menacing smile spread across his face. “Perhaps it is just that someone with my intelligence, darling, is smart enough to know that being able to take your library with you is like having a little piece of home wherever you go.” He grabbed her again, taking her hand and spinning her as if they were dancing. She laughed again, that lovely, musical laugh, and he started to sing to her, the first song that came to his head.

“Stars shining bright above you/Light breezes seem to whisper I love you/Birds singing in the sycamore tree/ Dream a little dream of me…”

As he lifted her out of a dramatic dip and helped her stand, he noticed that her lips were slightly parted and her breath was slightly faster, a little smile playing across her lips. They stood together for a few moments, in each other’s arms, laughing a little, waiting to catch their breath

The energy in the room had shifted palpably now, the laughter gone, back to the heady dizziness that had engulfed them before. Then without warning, Sara stretched up and kissed him, pressing her mouth firmly against his until his lips parted, taking hers with them. His tongue moved into her mouth slowly but confidently, and finding hers. This wasn’t hesitant and small, the kind of kiss between people who had just met. This was something more than that, something intense and exploratory, something that made time stop, something that left neither of them with any doubt that this was exactly where they were supposed to be at this moment.

His hands moved around to her waist pressing her against him, feeling her hands pressed against his chest and clinging to his shirt. Yes, this was definitely where he was supposed to be.

I Love You Till The End

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 01:29:29 -0500

A/N – sorry for the slow updating…little writers block for this one. This chapter will show and describe little William ‘Heathcliff’ Hiddleston & there’s another little bit at the end of this chapter…happy reading!

Chapter 11 -

William was perfect. Tom was so infatuated him, he never left his side. When we would all go to bed, in the middle of the night I would find Tom sitting in William’s nursery in the rocking chair, slowly swaying him in his arms. I would stand at the doorframe watching both my boys and just smiling idly to myself and to always wonder how lucky am I? Fitzgerald reacted very well too little William, the first thing he did was lick his hand and just wander off again. I feared there would be a little bit of ‘Lady and the tramp’ situation going on but no…everything was absolutely perfect.

It had been a wonderful three months since William was bought home from the hospital and Tom and I were at our strongest. Whenever I went to the ‘Mockingbird’ just to get some money and to obviously see Jen and Larry, Tom would be at home with William. Luke was trying to persuade Tom to get back to work and Tom said he would…just not yet. He wanted to spend as much time as he could with William and that’s all I would have asked of Tom. William’s hair was growing…and fast. He had perfect curly ringlets upon the top of his head and they were so blonde. His eyes shone as bright as Toms and they were exactly Tom’s eyes. Looking back, William looked just as Tom has when he was a baby. I think the only thing he got from me was the top of my ears alas…everything else was Tom. I make no complaints…it just makes it more obvious William’s going to be a beautiful ‘angelic’ boy.

William had met Bonnie, Michael and Ellis on Skype and we had all decided that Tom, William and I would go over to Galway in the summer so he could meet his cousins. I wanted him to have as much family and love around his as possible. When we first went when William was three months, we went again when he was a year old in June 2015. Time really was flying by for us.

William visited Mammy’s grave…I was quite sceptical to begin with since, like I mentioned it was a grave, but when Aiden said Bonnie had seen them, I couldn’t refuse him of seeing his grandparent. William instinctively wanted to touch the grave and he rested his head on the large stone…it was emotional, seeing my son saying hello to my mother basically. Tom took William away for a moment to let me and mammy have some time together but I soon needed the comfort of my husband and son to take away the tears.

I think one of my favourite moments of Galway was when Tom and I took William for a walk and we sat on the wall near where Tom and I met the second time, where we had both gone to clear our minds of any bad thoughts. William seemed completely at ease with Galway…he absolutely adored his Uncle Aiden and this gave Tom and I to have more free time to ourselves. I think every day I fell in love with Tom deeper and deeper while we were over there.

One day, after we had got back from Galway the second time, I came home from work to find Tom trying to cook our dinner, while having William on his right shoulder, literally looking passed out. I was happily greeted by Fitzgerald and he knew not to bark with the baby in the same room…he was a genius. “Hello lovely.” I said to him as I knelt down to greet him.

“Hello!” I heard Tom say from the kitchen. I turned my glace to him and smiled brightly at him as I gave Fitzgerald one last little pat, before making my way over to my boys…I was the only girl in the house. (It’s weird thinking about it.) I shrugged off my jacket and threw it on the banister of the stairs while Tom beamed at me the entire time.

“How are you?” I asked placing my hands on his lips and tip-toeing for my lips to reach his. He ducked his head lower and our lips met so delicately he could still make me swoon.

“I’m much better now you’re home love.” He whispered next kissing my forehead. I held out my arms for William and Tom happily obliged. Tom lay him in my arms and as per usual, he wrapped his tiny fingers in my hair while his other arm hung loosely over my forearm. “How was work?” Tom asked walking back into the kitchen.

“It was good…very busy though.”

“Well what do you expect darling, everyone loves the café.” He responded as he stirred the pasta. Tom wasn’t the greatest of cooks but he could make much better pasta than I could.

“I did see May though…” I said glancing up at Tom.

“Did you? How is she?” he asked simply.

“She’s got a new boyfriend so I’m guessing she’s going to stay away from you now.” I said shrugging my shoulders.

“Not in front of William, Darby.” Tom said with a grin.

“Okay then…actually let’s just never bring her up.” I said walking over to Tom to then lean against the counter. “Deal?” he turned to look at me as he sighed delicately. He placed his hand on my cheek and leaned down for a quick kiss.

“Deal…now would you like tea or water?” he asked. I raised my eyebrow up at him and he laughed. “Ehehehe tea it is then.”

“I’ll put William upstairs.” I said. “See you in a bit.” I walked away from Tom and slowly made my way up the stair and straight into Williams Nursery. I laid him down slowly as he stirred almost as though he were about to cry. “Don’t cry baby boy…”I whispered as his face began to scrunch up. I quickly went over to the small iPod Tom had installed to speakers as we discovered music soothed him…he liked a bit of Mumford and Sons. I pressed play and straight away he was settling. I walked back over and brought the blanket below his chin as his little chubby cheeks flexed with each breath he gave. I picked up one of the baby monitors and took it downstairs with me.

I was greeted to Tom wrapping his arms tightly around my waist at the bottom of the stairs and picking me up in one swift movement. I began to laugh as I gripped onto his shoulders repeatedly telling him to put me down. “But my darling Darby, you’ve been on your feet all day…I had to do something for my beautiful wife and the wonderful mother to my child.” He excused. I saw that he had lay out our food with one single candle lying within the middle of the table.

“Tom…” I sighed happily. He placed me down next to my chair and he placed both of his hands on either side of my face.

“I love you Galway Girl…”he whispered lovingly to me. I put my hands on his torso and brought him closer to me.

“I love you Tom…” he smiled brightly as he closed his eyes, leaning in for a kiss. I responded by wrapping my arms around his neck and firmly placing my hands in his curls. He deepened the kiss, bringing my body even closer to his as he gave the impression he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. “But Tom…the food’s going to get cold-”

“Now that my dear is not a priority right this second…”

“And what is?”

“To make love to my wife…”

***

- Six months later-

I knew this would happen. I just knew it….Tom had been working on a new film and whenever he came home late, neither one of us even thought about it…it never crossed our minds. William was getting so old now…he was over a year old. I had been a mother for over a year. I felt weird…but I wasn’t only going to be a mother to one.

“I’m home love.” Tom shouted as he came through the door. He had the afternoon off and he rushed home to Fitzgerald, William and I. I had the little terror in my arms as we sat calmly and watched the Jungle Book…obviously his favourite Disney movie. William had watched a bit of the Godfather…it was a complete accident might I add. The thing is, it was the horrific part to when the decapitated horses head is in the bed and when William saw it he laughed! I was a little worried about that but Tom said it meant he could watch more movies without the whole fuss of it.

“We’re in the living room.” I shouted back. William sat on my lap, leaning against my torso as I crossed my legs on the sofa. Fitzgerald sat beside us with his snout resting on Williams’s pudgy leg. Tom walked in gleefully and paused staring at the three of us.

“My lovely family…” he sighed before taking the seat next to us. William had only then noticed of Tom’s presence and started making happy noises reaching out for his father. William was a daddy’s boy and it was not to be ignored. He much rather being in his father’s arms than my…Fitzgerald still liked me that little bit more than Tom though which made me smile to myself. “Have you been watching movies all day?” Tom asked.

“No…we went up the shop and took Fitzgerald for his walk…we’ve been quite productive actually.” I said folding my arms across my chest. William began to laugh, which instantly Tom also began to, as Baloo walked onto the screen with mogalie walking close behind. “He is so much like you.” I said.

“Is that a bad thing?” Tom asked still staring at the screen, playing with his son’s hands in his own.

“Bal-oo.” William began to boom. “Bal-oo!” I still laughed at the fact that Baloo was his first word and not mama or dada. Of course Tom was first and then I came next. He went around saying Fizz for Fitzgerald.

“No…” I sighed. I pursed my lips trying to think of how to tell Tom.

“Darling…” I heard Tom.

“Hmm?” I answered.

“What’s on your mind? You seem to be a million miles away.” He said softly.

“Just thinking.”

“Well…” he whispered scooting a little closer to me on the sofa, switching William to his left knee. “I was thinking that tonight we could watch a movie, go to bed early…maybe let me give you a back rub.” He said seductively in my ear.

“You have done enough Thomas.” I said leaning back into the sofa.

“What?” he asked with a chuckle and confusion.

“I’m pregnant.” I said twisting my head to him. He sat there still with a wide smile plastered on his face as his eyes smiled, also, to the news.

“You- you’re pregnant?” he managed trying to contain as much excitement as I saw he wanted to realise. This was the first time Tom had found out I was pregnant from me and especially when we’re happy. “Are you sure-”

“Four home pregnancy tests and a trip to Doctor Blake.” I stated with a nod. His smile slowly faded and he looked at me cautiously.

“Are you okay with this?” he asked taking my hand. I let out a small laugh and placed my hand on his cheek comfortingly.

“Of course I am…you see I was scared the first time but I am positive that you’re here now…here with me and William.” It was Fitzgerald that made a low grumble. “And of course Fitzgerald.”

“I am here every step of the way Darby.” He stated boldly gripping onto my hand.

“I know you baby…I know and I love you for it.” his smiled returned which made my stomach do back-flips.

“I love you Darby.”

***

This second baby was a lot…kinder…to me during this pregnancy. It allowed me to eat whenever I wanted and Dr Blake said it was better since I had more weight in me, still from the previous pregnancy. Of course as a woman I was not happy about it, but being a mother I didn’t care.

Just as Tom had done with William, he read to him while we were meant to be sleeping, he had caught me a number of times watching movies with the little one…this one really only deprived me of sleep. William loved to grip onto your knees standing by himself but he still didn’t have the complete confidence to walk…bless him. I think Fitzgerald sensed there was another baby growing inside me since, like he had also done with William, he rested his head on my stomach every night while I read my book. (I was re-reading Gone With The Wind).

“Are you sure you’re okay to work?” Jen asked as I leant against the counter, gesturing to the small bump already beginning to appear.

“Seriously Jen I’m fine…William was much worse during all this.”

“Are you sure…maybe you should take a break.” Emma commented. She would always pop by the café and see how either one of us are.

“I haven’t even started yet Em…I’ll be fine.” I said pouring her, her coffee.

“Have you heard from May at all?” Emma asked.

“Nope and I’m glad…I’ve only seen her pop in here now and then and she…reluctantly says hello but not really.” I said taking a bite from Emma’s croissant; this baby was being kind to me.

“What a relief for you.” Emma said with a smirk.

“It is…I honestly thought I would have to deal with her for ages!”

“Well…I don’t know why she’s still here really…you and Tom are happy.” Jen butted in.

“Well she hasn’t tried to disturb us for a long time so maybe she really does see we are happy-”

“Emma!” speaking of the devil, May appeared Emma looked at us helplessly before reluctantly turning in her chair.

“May…how lovely to see you.” Emma said with a flat voice. “How are you?” she said patting May’s back who had pulled her arms about Emma’s neck.

“Oh you know…I’m just perfect. Pierre and I-”

“Pierre?” Jen interrupted scrunching up her nose.

“Yes…Pierre and I are wonderful. He’s just bought the biggest house in London for us to live in…I can’t wait to move in…oh Darby I didn’t see you there.” she asked forcing a smile. How’s the little bundle of joy?” she said between her teeth.

“Williams fine thanks.”

“I can’t believe the paper started to believe the baby wasn’t Toms because he was away when you started walking about with the bump.” She said rolling her eyes.

“This is the first I’ve heard from it…are you sure it wasn’t just your opinion?” I asked. She began to laugh swatting the air and placing a hand on Emma’s shoulder.

“Silly Darby…” she exhaled. “…and Tom?” she asked hopefully. I sighed before answering.

“Happy to be a father.” I answered.

“It took you a while to give him what he truly wanted though…it’s nice you’re playing happy families now.” I glanced my way at Jen who balled one hand into a fist a signalled towards May. “Well I suppose I best be off, it was lovely seeing you again Emma…give my best to Jacky.”

“Will do.” Emma replied. With one swift movement of her hand she was walking away and out of the café for that day. “Is it that possible to hate someone so much?” Emma asked.

“I’m not sure…it wasn’t hard for people to hate murderers.” I looked at Jen and slowly shook my head. Oh Jen.

***

I didn’t care what anyone else would think; I loved the name so I stuck with it. I allowed Tom to name our second child after someone who was in fact important to the both of us, a friend, but Tom said he didn’t need a middle name…but I wanted it. “Christopher Rhett Hiddleston.”

The Happy Family - Chapter 5

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 00:44:56 -0500

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Paper cut.

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 22:15:58 -0500

Paper cut.

A/N: A small bit of sexy Professor Hiddleston for:

Warnings: Explicit sexual content and language.

Professor Tom Hiddleston/Reader

I Am the Walrus

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 21:31:28 -0500

AN: I was really surprised to see how many hits this story actually got within the span of a day especially considering it is different than anything I have ever written before. I dove a bit deeper in Chapter 2 giving a glimpse of just what kind of mental state Tom is in as the murder of Janie starts to really get to him and he’s quickly realizing the true nature of what is really going on in the murderers head. He also pays Hannibal a visit :)

Again trigger warnings on this (just triggers warnings for life) as there is talk of removing body parts, a dead corpse, blood, mental issues, etc.

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For the anon who wanted a Tom as a fanboy. I don't know if it might suffice but can I suggest reading anansigirl's Let's Switch Places? It gives a whole new perspective on how Tom may possibly be.

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 20:53:00 -0500

Oh, bless you for remembering and reminding us. I liked that one a lot! Let’s Switch Places

-Kris

Tom Hiddleston has made his stance VERY clear on bullies. No one ever suspected that the reason was that he was the worst bully while he grew up, his cruelty at its worst in his teenage years. His entire attitude changes when one of his cruel pranks goes horrifically wrong, leaving a young girl, the victim of said prank, and most of his bullying, fighting for her life. He was never the same. When he comes across her years later, how can he earn her forgiveness if he has yet to forgive himself?

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 20:48:00 -0500

Oh goodness!! Poor Thomas. I wonder what he did… I’ll add it to the list.

-Kris

30 Day OTP Challenge - The Cinema Show - Tom/Faye (Faye and Tom's Public Service) - NSFW

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 20:46:57 -0500

A/N. This is for giniusandtonic. Faye is giniusandtonic’s character, and I’m just borrowing her for a bit, because Tom and Faye are one of my OTPs.

No warnings, just not very safe for work.

The Cinema Show

“You’ve got to be joking!” Tom’s jaw dropped and his brow furrowed in absolute incredulity. “Come on now. Faye, are you serious?”

Prompt: Tom meets a girl who is a fan at one of the premieres of Thor 2. She gets his picture and autograph and he thinks that's that. Then the girl starts showing up everywhere he goes, stalking him and claiming he fathered the child she is now pregnant with. She even takes her story to the papers and news media, causing all sorts of problems for Tom and his career. What does he do to get rid of this crazy fan and how does the aftermath affect him?

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 20:45:00 -0500

Oh my! that’s a scary one! Who wants to give this one a try? Do you think Luke would help sort everything out? What happens to crazy girl?

-Kris

Can you make a special tag for fics/one shots dealing with babies/pregnancy? For stories like "The Perfect Husband" and "The One With The Crib"

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 20:42:00 -0500

Good suggestion! I really like it. We’ll try to give that a go

-Kris

Prompt: What if Tom falls in love with a woman with Alzheimer's Disease - it occurs rarely at young age but not entirely impossible. Or maybe the OC gets in an accident and because of brain injury sometimes she has memory relapse like sometimes she remembers who Tom is and sometimes she don't.

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 20:40:00 -0500

Could be a very angsty fic. I will add it to the list. In the meantime, can i suggest Memories? It’s similar to what you are looking for.

-Kris

can we insert many prompts in a story?

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 20:36:00 -0500

Whatever works best for your story! :-)

-Kris