Hi! Instead of getting ready for work, I am writing this drabble really fast before I lose the idea!
Just a Kiss
Thomas William Hiddleston is your best friend.
How many people can say that?
He has a lot of friends and a lot of fans but only a few very close friends. You are lucky enough to be one of them. The two of you have been pretty much attached at the hip since you first met on set about eight years ago. Now, whenever he isn’t on the set for his newest movie, he is with you.
Like today, he called you and asked if you wanted to hang out after work. Who are you to say no? Besides, it was gonna be a rough day anyway, what’s not to love about spending a little quality time with Tom? The man you have loved for about as long as you’ve known him... but why would he ever love you back.
That is how you ended up on his couch, his head next to your thigh as he stretches his mile long limbs over the armrest at the opposite end.
Tom speaking your names pulls you out of your reverie “Hey. Where did you go?”
“Sorry! Sorry. Lost in thought I guess. What did you say?” You look down at him, his cobalt eyes glazed slightly from the beers you both had.
“I’m hungry. Do you want to order take away?”
You laugh, “It is one in the morning, Thomas. What will be open?”
His eyebrows pull together and he purses his lips. “I don’t know. All I know is I don’t want to cook.”
You laugh again and nod in agreement. You realize that you still haven’t looked away from his mouth as they stretch into a smirk.
“What are you looking at, darling?” He teases lightly.
You blush and lean your head on the back of the couch. You can feel him push himself up towards you more before laying his head in your lap. He takes your hand from where it sits on the armrest and puts it on his head, silently asking you to play with his hair.
Having been in this position so many times, it shouldn’t make you feel so much more.
Lyin' here with you so close to me
It's hard to fight these feelings
When it feels so hard to breathe
Caught up in this moment
Caught up in your smile
Tom watches you quietly, almost purring as your fingers comb through his curls. He has always liked having his hair played with- his mum and sisters did it when he was younger- but with you, it feels different.
He has known he had feelings for you for a while. He doesn’t know when they started but he remembers the exact moment that he realized they were there.
It was his last birthday. You were sitting on the couch in a way that resembles how you sit now: his head in your lap and your fingers in his hair. He was telling you about the filming of a certain scene from Ragnarok. You were laughing loudly with your head thrown back against the couch. It was that moment he realized that your laugh was the best sound he had ever heard. His emotions hit him like a semitruck. The urge to kiss you was almost overwhelming. But he refrained. He didn’t want to ruin your friendship by admitting feelings that couldn’t possibly be reciprocated.
As he watched you now, he could see your pulse in your throat because of the way your neck was stretched back. He wanted nothing more than to run his lips over it, mumbling how much he loved you. How much he wanted you.
He mutters your name again so you will look at him. Gods, he loved your eyes. They always sparkle so prettily. He loved how your whole face lit up when you looked at him. It was almost enough to give him hope that you could return his feelings. Almost.
Before you could register what was happening, Tom stood up, took your hand to help you up, and pulled you into his arms.
“Dance with me?” he whispered.
You could only nod. He pulled his phone from his back pocket and turns on a song. Just a Kiss by Lady Antebellum.
I've never opened up to anyone
So hard to hold back
When I'm holding you in my arms
We don't need to rush this
Let's just take it slow
Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight
Just a touch of the fire burning so bright
And I don't want to mess this thing up
I don't want to push too far
Just a shot in the dark that you just might
Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life
So baby I'm alright, with just a kiss goodnight
You try not to think about why he picked this song. You just assumed that it was the first to catch his eye.
It wasn’t the first to catch his eye. He actually searched for it in YouTube. He is telling you his feelings without speaking the words. He hopes you pick up on that.
I know that if we give this a little time
It'll only bring us closer
To the love we wanna find
It's never felt so real
No it's never felt so right
He is singing the lyrics next to your ear now. He is practically begging you to tell him how you feel. You want to. Oh, how you want to.
Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight
Just a touch of the fire burning so bright
And I don't want to mess this thing up
I don't want to push too far
Just a shot in the dark that you just might
Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life
So baby I'm alright, with just a kiss goodnight
No I don't want to say goodnight
I know it's time to leave,
But you'll be in my dreams
“I need to be getting home soon.” You whisper into his neck, wrapping your arm around him more firmly and tightening your grip on his hand. Your words and your actions contradict each other. You would do anything to stay with him just a little longer.
“Stay.” He says the one word you have been craving to hear for god knows how long so quietly that you think you imagined it.
You look up at him, catching his lovely eyes again “What?”
“Stay.” He says louder this time. “Stay with me.”
Your eyebrows scrunch together. he smooths the lines out with his fingers, then continues to trace your face. Your eyes flutter closed as he runs his thumb over your lower lip.
“Stay.” He pleads before pressing his lips to yours.
Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight
Just a touch of the fire burning so bright
No I don't want to mess this thing up
I don't want to push too far
Just a shot in the dark that you just might
Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life
So baby I'm alright, oh, let's do this right
You move your arms from his waist to his chest, eventually sliding them around his neck and into his hair. You tug him closer by his curls on the back of his neck. His lips taste like beer and salt and something else. Something sweet. You can feel what he is saying to you with this kiss, the feelings he is pouring into your mouth.
He squeezes your waist as he pulls you closer to his body, letting a sigh escape into his mouth. He swallows it greedily. He doesn’t want to pull away, but human bodies need oxygen.
He rests his forehead on yours, catching his breath and sharing your air.
Summary: After a long weekend at the Denver Comic-Con, you were just looking for a quiet evening. That plan is out the window when all the planes are grounded at the airport and Tom arrives at your door. With no other rooms available in the city, Tom asks to share your room for the night. Just one problem, there is only a king bed in the room.
WC: 2614
Warnings: light swearing, mention of erection
“Finally.“
The hotel door slammed behind you as you let a sigh go. The past three days had been a whirlwind of panels, interviews, and autographs. It was only through multiple cups of coffee you were still standing. The Denver Comic-Con was the latest stop in the unending promotional tour.
You throw your shoes off and flopped onto the king bed in your room. You contemplate what to do first, a hot shower or order food as you massage your sore feet. The growl from your stomach decided for you and you lean towards the nightstand to pick up the phone.
“Room Service,” a cheery male voice answered as you hit the auto dial button.
“Hi, can I get the grass-fed burger, Caesar salad, and the caprese pizza, please?”
“Charged to Room 1415?”
“Yes, please.”
“It will be 30 to 40 minutes.”
“Thank you.”
You hung up the phone and allow your head to sink into the pillows. You seriously contemplated falling asleep right now and hope you wake up when room service knocks. But you decided to wash the layer of the day off your body.
As you head to the bathroom, you shed your clothes piece by piece, tossing them on the floor along your way. You make a mental note to make sure you pick it up before room service gets there. You flicked the shower water on and turned it up as hot as tolerable. Once the water warmed up, you stepped in and let the near scalding water pour over your body. The tension left your shoulders and neck and the grime of the day, both literal and figurative, washed away. You wanted to stay under that hot water for an eternity but after about ten minutes you turned the water off and stepped into a fluffy bathrobe. As you exited the bathroom, you got an insistent knock on the door.
“That can’t possible be room service,” you muttered as you look through the peephole.
Instead of your food, you see a lanky ginger-haired gentleman rocking from side to side in front of your door.
“Tom?” you questioned as you open the door.
Tom turned on that smile.
“Y/N. I hope I am not interrupting your evening. Do you mind if I come in for a minute?”
“Yes, come on in,” you stepped aside to allow him entry to the room. You noticed he was carrying a small duffel bag with him. “I thought you were flying out tonight.”
He pivoted around to face you.
“Funny thing. They grounded the flights. Someone thought flying drones in the air space was a good idea. After four hours, they sent everyone away.”
“Didn’t that same thing happen at Heathrow in December?”
“The same thing. They are calling it a copycat.”
“I am so sorry. If I can help, just say the word,” you commented as you turn to let him out the door. Tom does not follow.
“Well, that is the other funny thing. Because of the comic-con and the big education convention, there is not a spare room in the entire city.”
“You’re kidding me?”
“I am serious. Not even my original room was available. I thought about sleeping at the airport when I remembered you were staying a few days…”
Your eyes widened, realizing what Tom was asking.
“You want to stay… HERE?!”
Tom looked at the ground, scuffling his feet on the carpet.
“If you don’t mind.”
You looked to the single king bed in the room. Tom followed your gaze and then both of your faces reddened.
“I could sleep in the chair.” Tom gestured towards the armchair in the corner.
It was at least half his size and looked uncomfortable.
“No, that is not fair… We can…”
A knock interrupted your thought.
“SHIT!” you hissed as you pulled the bathrobe around your body, “that is room service.”
Tom held up his hands.
“I will handle it. Why don’t you go into the bathroom and make yourself decent?”
He made the last remark with a slight smirk on his face as his eyes raked over your still robed body. You throw him a dirty look as you grabbed your pajamas and shut the bathroom door.
Tom thanked the person who brought the food as you pulled a comic book t-shirt and well-worn pajama pants.
“Were you expecting company?” Tom yelled through the bathroom door.
You remembered your hunger induced over ordering.
“Are you judging me?” you retorted as you opened the door, smiling.
“Nope. I have always appreciated people with a healthy appetite. I must admit I am famished myself. Airport food is not my favorite.”
You suppressed a giggle as Tom eyed the burger. You gestured for him to dig in. Tom dug into the burger without a second thought and moans of satisfaction escaped his lips.
“Enjoying yourself?” you mumbled as you shove a forkful of salad in your own mouth, “I also appreciate a man with a joy for food, even such a high esteemed actor as yourself.”
Tom rolled his eyes. This was an ongoing joke between you two throughout filming. You mention his fame and him shutting you down every time.
“Please, Y/N. None of that tonight. I am far too hungry and weary to fight you off.”
“Fair enough.”
***
The two of you eat the rest of the food in relative silence. Tom regal the tale of his ill-fated trip to the Denver airport and you shared crazy fan stories from the con. After every morsel and you bellies were full, the matter of sleeping arrangements came up once.
“So…” Tom started, looking once again towards the bed. “I am taking the chair.”
Your face once again reddened. You screwed up your courage to be an adult rather a hormone raging teenager.
“No, that is silly. You are like twice the size of that chair and it looks uncomfortable,” you wrinkled your nose, “Plus it is not like you and I have never shared a bed before.”
Tom had been a perfect gentleman and did everything in his power to make you comfortable during your first ever love scene. At the end of the day, the scene had made the film a hit. After that, you harbored a crush on the dashing Tom Hiddleston.
“True. So sharing the bed.”
You swallowed and nodded your head as if solidify your decision.
“Yep,” you get up and move the empty dishes to the door, “do you need to use the shower? You are more than welcome to use any of my toiletries. I promise there is nothing too girly smelling in there.”
“Thank you.”
Tom headed into the bathroom, taking his bag with him and the shower started soon after. You attempted to contain the mess of clothes on the bed. Not that it mattered.
You shoved all the clothes into the drawers and when the water stopped, you jumped underneath the covers. Tom strolled out. His shaggy locks were wet, and he was wearing pajama bottoms with a plain white tee. You could smell your soap wafting off of him. It was intoxicating.
“I took the right side. Is okay?” you commented, while playing with the edge of the sheet.
Tom laughed. “It’s fine, it is your room and I am the interloper.”
Tom slid into the bed on the left side and adjusted the pillows behind him.
“Would you like to watch a movie or something?” you picked up the remote.
“No thanks, darling. I am tired from the day. I bet you must be too. This is your first comic-con circuit, right?”
“Yeah, I guess I am tired too,” you lied.
You leaned over and switched off the light and plunged the room into darkness. You settled yourself into a night of sleeping. You arranged the pillows behind your head and then took one of the extra pillows and tucked off to one side to lie on. You turned towards Tom’s side to see him propped up on an elbow, taking in your sleep ritual.
“What in earth are you doing, Y/N?”
“I am getting ready for bed. What are you doing?”
“Watching you getting ready for bed. Do you always hug a pillow while sleeping?”
You made out a hint of a smile on his face.
“It is not hugging, it is for support,” you huffed down and wrap your arms around the pillow.
“For emotional support?” Tom countered.
“No.” you said, “I thought you were tired.”
“I am. But I am not too tired to watch this ritual. It is adorable. If you need to snuggle something, I am available.”
You reached over and smacked Tom in the chest.
“You are incorrigible. I’m fine. Go.. to.. sleep, Tom.”
“Suit yourself.”
Your sleep was fitful that night, tossing and turning all night. Around midnight, you threw the pillow to the ground and the comforter off your feet. Tom breathed heavy next to you. Tempted to elbow him in the ribs and wake him, you decided against it.
***
You woke the next morning to something warm and solid pressed up against the entire back side of your body. You attempted to roll over, but you realized something pinned your legs to the mattress. Craning your neck around, you see Tom pressed up against your back and his legs intertwined with yours.
Tom’s body was radiating heat, and you snuggled close to his body. You could feel his breath on your neck and you sighed to yourself.
If this is a dream, I never want to wake up.
As you continued to sink into his body, you inadvertently ground your ass into Tom’s crotch. You feel his erection through his thin pajama pants. Not even the great Tom Hiddleston was immune to morning wood. A soft moan escaped Tom’s lips, and he reached around your waist, pulling you in closer. Tom’s chin nuzzled into the crook on your neck and his hot breath tickled your skin.
You tried to extract yourself from his grip but only turned yourself around and now you were face to face with a sleeping Tom. His long lashes threatened to touch his cheeks and you let a sigh out at the sight of him.
Damn, why does he have to be so handsome!
The change of position caused Tom to stir and you see his eyes flutter open. With sleepy eyes, Tom noticed the space, or lack thereof, between the two of you and smirked.
“Morning, darling.”
“Morning, Tom.”
“I see you abandoned your pillow and went for something more satisfying.”
You scoffed, attempting to pull away from his grip but not trying too hard.
“I woke up with you wrapped around me. Perhaps you have a crush on me,” you joked.
Tom looked you dead in the eye.
“Perhaps I do. Perhaps I have been hiding away a secret torch for you since you first walked onto set. And perhaps I fear you would not reciprocate my feelings.”
You lied there in disbelief. Was Tom confessing his affections towards you? You didn’t know how to react.
“Perhaps you are wrong.” you parroted him, “Perhaps I would reciprocate your feelings. Perhaps I have been hiding a secret crush for you since the day of that bedroom scene.”
You looked up at him, again attempting to wriggle away. This time with more effort. Tom yanked you forward until the two of you were chest to chest.
“Perhaps I will just kiss you and see what happens.”
You opened your mouth to come back with a snappy comment but Tom leaned in and his lips met yours.
The kiss was everything you had imagined, but better. A warmth flowed through your body and you snaked your arms around Tom’s neck and pulled him closer. The two of you parted, breathing heavy.
“Wow,” Tom smiled with pride, “your breath smells.”
Both of you burst out into laughing.
“Your breath isn’t minty fresh either, darling,” Tom placed a quick peck on your lips. “Let’s get up, get dressed, and head downstairs for breakfast, Y/N.”
“Okay but you get ready first. I am not ready to get up.”
“Fair enough.”
Tom bounded out of bed and rustled through his bag before finding clean clothes. Just as he reached the bathroom door, his phone buzzed.
“Do you mind checking that, darling?”
You nodded, and he disappeared into the bathroom.
You picked up the phone and saw a text from Luke.
Tom?! Where are you? You didn’t answer your phone last night. It took some persuading, but I got your suite back at the Hyatt. Please call me back. I hope you didn’t end up sleeping in the airport.
That little liar! Tom had manipulated you to spend the night. What a sneak! Your initial anger gave way to mischief and joy. If not for Tom’s little subterfuge, the two of you may have never gotten together. Still, you couldn’t let him get away with his little scheme scot-free.
You seated yourself at the edge of the bed, legs crossed and his phone in your hand. Tom came out in jeans and a shirt, a toothbrush in his mouth. He looked at you confused.
“Who was it?” he questioned, taking his toothbrush out of his mouth.
You smirked, “Oh just Luke.”
“What did he want, love,” he came over and placed a minty kiss on your forehead, “everything all right?”
“Yeah,” you wiped the remnants of toothpaste off your face, “he was just worried you slept in the airport, instead of your old suite in the hotel.”
Tom’s smile fell from his face.
“I can explain…”
You stood up and walked until you were toe to toe.
“Oh? And what is your explanation for lying about your sleeping arrangements?”
You suppressed a smirk and giggle and you can see Tom scrambling to come up with the right words.
“Well..” Tom held his hands up in defense and then sighed, shoulders slumping, “I couldn’t think of any other way to get you into bed with me.”
His blue eyes sparkled back you, hopeful. You let a Cheshire cat grin spread across your face and you pulled up onto your toes to place a kiss on his lips.
“You are lucky you are so charming, otherwise I might be more mad. Besides, we need to discuss this.” you waved your hands between the two of you.
“We are?”
“Yes. Now excuse me but I have to get dressed…”
Tom settled onto the bed as though you would strip off your pajamas right in front of him.
“… in the bathroom.”
Tom’s face fell.
“You wound me.”
“You lied.”
“I promise I will never make that mistake again, darling.”
“Good, now call Luke back while I get dressed.”
You closed the door and got ready. Tom dialed in Luke’s number.
“I’m fine, Luke. I promise. No, I didn’t end sleeping in the airport; I stayed with a friend. No, a female friend. It’s Y/N, if you must know. Yes, Luke. I understand. Oh by the way, I will spend a few days in Denver, clear my schedule.”
Tom could hear Luke grumbling through the conversation. He couldn’t resist send him into a tailspin before re-engaging in radio silence.
“Oh and Luke, if you hear any rumors of Y/N and I, they are true. The photos too.”
With that, he turned his phone off. The next few days were for you and you alone.
A/N: My very first go at writing Tom so be gentle with me. I got a few more drabble ideas so this will not be the last you see of him on my blog and I might also do a one shot or two or… in the future :)
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Usually Tom loved premieres. He loved meeting the fans and engaging with people.He even enjoyed talking to the reporters, making a point of remembering as many of their names as possible. Tom had found kindness made his job a lot easier. Not that he had to try hard, Tom was simply just himself. Putting on a fake facade took up too much energy he found early on.
Even if Tom wasn’t fake he was still a private man. He knew you had been seen with him around New York earlier today and he knew there was going to be questions. Questions Tom were ready for but he also knew you weren’t. He had tried convincing you to join him tonight, but he had respected your decision not to. Fame was part of his life, not yours. You both knew you were going to be thrown in head first sooner or later as you were both very serious about each other but tonight was just not the night.
Tom had gotten through most of the reporters without anyone bringing up the paparazzi pictures that were already floating the internet and he was just starting to think he was going get home free, when a female journalist call attention to the fact that he was alone.
“So Tom we thought you’d might be bringing a special someone with you tonight?” she asked flashing him a smile, and Tom couldn’t help but blush a little and laugh with her choice of words.
“Sorry,” Tom smiled at her, “there is a special someone but she is working tonight.”
“Oh yeah on a Thursday evening?” the reporter pushed with a smile which Tom didn’t hesitate to return.
“Yes grating papers. She’s a teacher,” Tom answered still smiling, finding he loved being able to share just a little bit about you with the world. He couldn’t wait until the moment came where you were finally gonna let him show you off.
“Does this special someone have a name?” the reporter kept pushing just as Tom’s assistant rested a hand on his arm letting him know it was time to move inside.
“Y/N.” Tom smiled as he backed up, “and that is all you are getting for tonight.”
***
You were sitting in front of your laptop with a huge goofy grin on your face. You were supposed to be working but you hadn’t been able to refrain from clicking on the livestream of Tom’s premiere. The smile on his face when he spoke your name were instantly mirrored on yours and you slightly regretted you weren’t there with him tonight.
“Next time,” you promised yourself as you closed your laptop, beginning to count the minutes until your boyfriend would be back at the hotel with you.
