Tom Hiddleston / Reader
You had not seen the man you had gone out a few times for a long time. You had just started to see each other just before he was about to leave to a movie-promotion-interview-tour that took him around the world and had forced him to leave London for many weeks. Yep, the perks of dating an actor, Tom Hiddleston, to be exact.
Although you had been calling on Skype almost daily or at least sent a few messages on Whatsapp the distance and time difference had made it hard to take “your thing” in any serious direction or even keep it alive. In your opinion you had been more than understanding about his career and you had yourself told him before he left that you had your doubts about the whole thing. He had been his adorable self and assured you that he wanted to be more than just your neighbor-slash-friend.
The truth was that you had had a terrible week at work and missing your family, since you saw them only rarely, was all adding to the chaos. You felt that it was unfair that you had to miss your family, tolerate an asshole boss at work and on top of everything the man you had feelings for so cruelly abandoned you and left just as the things had finally started to go in the right direction.
You knew you were being unfair and you had known with whom you had gotten yourself involved with. You hated the way you turned into a cold bitch when you were angry and Tom, well, he was always so annoyingly, no -not really annoyingly but sometimes when you knew that you were being an ass it irritated you, thoughtful and considerate. Even now when you had been behaving in such a cruel, inconsiderate way.
What you had done? Well… You had gotten annoyed about everything; the way he paid the restaurant bill although you had insisted on paying your share, the way he told you that he had missed you and you had just laughed “as if” and other similar things. You were supposed to be happy to have him home but it was a little hard when he had told you about the project that he had auditioned while in California…
…And then he had continued by saying that he had gotten the part. It was pretty difficult for you to be happy for him when “getting the part” meant that he would leave London, again, and leave you, again. You had stared him with blank eyes after you had realized that he was leaving soon again. The worst part was that you could not talk about anything to anyone because you had decided to keep your “thing” as a secret for now. It had made sense, it still made sense because the yellow press was known to be brutal, but it also meant that you could not talk about your mixed feelings with your family or your friends. You just had to bottle everything up until you were about to explode. You had been more than civil whole night at the restaurant but now your limit had been reached.
You had faked a smile and ordered another glass of sparkling wine. Tom knew that you were not exactly alright although you tried to appear like you were. You had that look in your eyes; that look of disappointment that turned into “I don’t give a fuck” and finally it had turned into the fake-polite “do not talk to me” although all that had been masked with a fake smile which was genuine enough to fool everyone but Tom. He knew that beneath all that you were just tired and hurt. It was the reason why he kept trying to get close to you even though you tried to push him away.
You got out from his car and slammed the door shut.
- I know something is wrong. Tom said with a calm voice.
- No… nothing’s wrong, everything is perfectly fine. you stated in a sarcastic way.
- Right… he mumbled and locked the car. He walked to you and as he was about to place his hand on your back, you gave him a “don’t even think about it” and semi-ran to the front door of the apartment building where you both lived. Tom followed you and although you tried to lose him before the elevator, he managed to get his foot between the doors before they slid closed. You sighed, more like groaned.
- Please let me explain…
- I do not want to hear it.
- But…
- There is absolutely nothing you could say that would interest m-
Suddenly the elevator stopped. You pressed the buttons nervously and cursed.
- I should had taken the stairs. you mumbled and pressed your forehead against the metal wall.
- I am sure that we will get moving so-
- Oh-shut up. you blurted and checked your phone. No, no signal. Your phone always lost the signal in the elevator. No it was too far away from your home-Wi-Fi-network as well. You tried to press the buttons again but you could get neither the doors open nor the elevator to move. You tried to find if there was a straight contact-line to some maintenance-service, like in some elevators was; push this button and speak, but this elevator had only a sticker saying “in the case of emergency or malfunction, call *number*”.
- Great! That is just bloody marvelous. you sighed and slid on the floor to sit.
- Do you have network? you asked. Your date shook his head. He had the exact same problem than you did. You pursed your lips and put on your headphones. It was the only way to keep yourself from freaking out… until your battery died, it had been notifying you all day. “Please charge me” it had pleaded, stupid phone. Tom had sat down on the opposite side and monitored your body language. He could see that your anger was changing into sincere nervousness which was caused by the feeling of being trapped.
You leaned your head against the wall and looked up to the ceiling. Suddenly the lights went off.
- What the actual f… you said with your voice breaking. You stood up and banged the door a couple of times and tried to shout for help but after listening for a while to the silence you let out a desperate sigh. You stared into the darkness for a long moment and then said
- I am sorry, you know. Can you forgive me? you leaned to the door and closed your eyes. You heard Tom getting up from the floor and soon you felt his fingers tracing your cheeks, jaw and neck.
- There is nothing to forgive. he whispered. You traced the collar of his jacket with your fingers and pulled him to kiss you. You kept repeating “I’m sorry” between the kisses but soon there was no “in-between” left as the kiss grew.
He kissed you intensely. The kiss had started as a subtle apology from your part and it had grown deeper and more demanding as Tom had taken control. He had not kissed you for a long time and he had been dreaming about this moment for the entire time he had been away. His body locked you tightly between him and the wall and his hands caressed your waist and back under your jacket.
The darkness, the very fact that you were not able to see even if you had wanted to, made the kissing feel different; more mysterious, exciting… almost dangerous. You felt his every touch in more precise way and every time his skin touched yours, you felt electrified. Especially when his lips moved from your lips to devour your neck and his fingers dived into your hair.
You had opened the buttons of his favorite white-collar-shirt almost sneakily and caressed the skin of his shoulders and neck, sometimes running your fingers through his hair. Your hands were cold and caused him to shiver lightly. When he returned to kiss your lips, he chuckled when you moaned softly against his mouth as he slid his hand under your shirt to caress your waist with such self-confidence. He nibbled your lower lip gently before he locked your lips into a deep, heated kiss once more.
His hand caressed your hip and your outer thigh. Then he grabbed the back of your knee and pulled your leg up so your inner thigh was against hip. The flowing hem of your skirt slipped closer to your hip and revealed your bare thigh, on which he ran his fingers teasingly while he moved his hip against you in the same rhythm with his kisses. You had slipped your hands on his bare back, under his shirt and caressed his muscles and pulled him closer to your body. You needed to feel him there, close to you, keeping you in place, surrounding you with warmth and drowning you into the safety of his embrace.
Suddenly the lights were back on and the elevator started to move. You blushed when you saw the state you were in from the mirror; your hair was messy and your shirt was halfway up. When you were about to straighten you shirt, Tom hugged you from behind and said with a mischievous tone
- Leave it. I am not quite done with you yet.
The elevator stopped at every floor because you had pressed every button. Finally the door opened at the right floor, where Tom lived. The doors slid open.
- I should… you said and almost pushed the button to return to your floor.
- No… you’re coming with me. he mumbled as he kissed your neck as he pushed you out from the elevator on his floor. He grabbed the keys from his pocket and opened the door with one hand while holding onto you, preventing you from slipping away or escaping because of cold feet… like you had almost done.
But there was no way you would have cold feet now. Your anger, nervousness and your feelings being hurt had dissolved and replaced with something else entirely. This night… tonight… Tom was going to show you just how much he had missed you.