Moving House- A Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction.

Emily and Amy have been friends forever, growing up around the corner from each other. You can imagine Emily’s dismay when recently engaged Amy moves to London to open up her own art gallery and live with her fiancée. Even more so when she finds out that her favourite actor, Tom Hiddleston is there to help them.

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12. Chapter 11

Chapter 11:

 

Finally an update. Sorry it took so long to update I lost inspiration and was working on the Why We Love Tom Hiddleston Fanbook the past few months. Alas, it is now done and will soon be sent to him. For those who wish to check out the PDF version you can do here: I can now get back to writing both this, Love Rekindled and my new fic The Elephant and The Boat both of which will be with you soon. For now, enjoy chapter eleven of Moving House. Lots of love <3

 

Luckily Amy had given me a spare key to her flat so I could unlock the door without waking her and Jay. It was just past 11 and the house was in complete darkness. I walked into the house as quietly as possible Tom shutting the door behind him.

 

I walked into the kitchen and turned on the lights heading straight for the kettle to make the tea. Tom took a seat at the table and watched me. I boiled the kettle setting out two cups on the side and filling them with milk and a teabag. I stood at the counter waiting for the kettle to boil with my back to Tom. He came up behind me placing both hands on my waist and whispered in my ear. “I’m sorry for overacting, darling” placing a kiss to my neck. I turned around in his arms placing my hands around his neck and giving him a kiss on the lips before the kettle boiled pulling us out of our trance.

 

I made the tea taking both cups into the living room and sitting down on the sofa. Tom sat the opposite side. We were silent for a while enjoying our teas.

 

“I’m sorry for ruining the evening, Tom. I kind of wish I hadn’t told you”. Tom came and set next to me on the sofa taking my hand in his stroking the back of it with his thumb.

 

“I’m glad you did, darling. I could tell something wasn’t right as soon as I picked you up this evening. I think we need to lay all of our cards on the table now before this goes any further though, get to know each other more, no secrets, don’t you think?” I placed my other hand on Tom’s cheek stroking it with my thumb.

 

“Yes, Tom” We both relished in the others touch for a while staring into each others eyes. I didn’t know how or where to start the conversation.

 

Tom started in the end asking what happened. I told him the whole story of how myself and Jack met and our relationship right up to the end where we argued and it ended.

 

A few tears escaped my eyes once I finished telling him. Tom wiped them away with his thumb. I don’t know why I still got upset about it; it was in the past, maybe because I was so young when it happened.

 

“He…he just forgot about me, Tom. As soon as he became famous that was it, he didn’t care and didn’t want to know me anymore. I tried my best to make it work but he soon decided I wasn’t worth it and moved on to other women and our relationship just fizzled out. I don’t want that to happen to us Tom, it concerns me that it will though, as you get more famous you’ll forget about me too and I’ll be left on my own. Amy and Jay will be happily married and then they’ll be me. I’ll grow old with lots of dogs rather than a husband who loves and cares for me. Promise me you wont leave me like he did, Tom, please, I couldn’t bare it if I lost you. You mean so much to me; I didn’t think it possible how much someone could mean to you, especially as i`ve only known you a few months”

 

“It can’t be guaranteed that we’ll see each other all the time but I promise to spend as much time with you as possible and make this work. I promised you I would take things slow and not rush you and that I would take care of you and not leave you. I meant it, darling. We need to live in the moment rather than thinking about the past and indeed the future”

 

“But…but what happens when I leave and go back to Dover in a few weeks and when you’re away filming? I don’t like the idea of being away from you.”

 

“We’ll keep doing what we’re doing now. Texting, calling, emailing and skyping and when I’m back and not filming I can come and see you in Dover and you can come and see me here in London. We will make this work, love I promise. I don’t like the idea of being away from you either, darling. I’ve never felt so close to anyone, I didn’t even feel this close to Susannah and I dated her for a good few years.”

 

“Susannah?”

 

Tom ended up telling me all about his relationship with actress Susannah Fielding and how they met on the set of Wallander, how they’re relationship developed and then fizzled out.

 

We spent the rest of the evenings talking about our pasts and hopes and dreams and getting to know each other. It was 2am by the time Tom got up to leave.

 

“Its getting late, I better get going, love.” He pulled me in for a passionate kiss on the lips before pulling away, giving me one last kiss on my forehead before turning to leave. I grabbed his hand lacing it with mine. He turned to face me.

 

“Stay with me, Tom, please”

 

“Darling, I don’t want to rush you.” I chuckled.

 

“I didn’t mean it like that, although that would be lovely I just don’t think im ready for that yet. I meant just stay, sleep with me. I just need you to hold me, Tom I feel safe in your arms. Please, just one night?”

 

“But what about Amy and Jay, won’t they be surprised when they find me here in the morning?”

 

“Don’t worry about them, I think they both have work tomorrow but if either is here when we wake up I’ll deal with it in the morning. Okay?” He nodded. “And but thou love me, let them find me here.” I smiled giving him a kiss, turning off all the lights in both the living room and kitchen before offering him my hand, which he took without hesitation leading him upstairs.

 

Once upstairs I went into the bathroom to change and clean my teeth. I came out a few minutes later dressed in my pink and white spotted pyjama bottoms and pink t shirt.

 

Tom had taken off his jeans and shirt and was now left in just his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs, his bare torso rising and falling with every breath he took.

 

I couldn’t help but drink in the sight of him, like an angel carved of marble, perfect cheekbones and bone structure, the moles on the left side of his neck, his blue eyes shining in the dim lamp of the bedside lamp. Beautiful.

 

Tom’s breathe quickened as I approached him running my right hand over his bare chest, whilst my left one tangled in his hair pulling him in for a kiss. He smiled against my lips as I moved my right hand over placing it on his heart which quickened with every move I made. He pulled apart from the kiss placing his hand over mine where it lay on his heart.

“It beats only for you, fair maiden” he said removing his hand from over mine to kiss the back of my hand. I smiled. “As mine does for you, and only you, Thomas”

 

I made my way over to the bed getting in and making myself comfortable whilst Tom went to the bathroom. He came out a little while later and climbed into the bed beside me, wrapping both his arms and legs around me, spooning me. My hands went around his neck pulling him in for a long passionate kiss. He smelled of mint.

 

“Thankyou, Thomas” I told him once we parted.

 

“For what, my darling”

 

“Just for being you and for everything. I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t met you.”

 

“The feeling is entirely mutual darling” he gave me one last kiss before placing his face in the crook of my neck. I feel into a peaceful sleep listening to Tom’s steady breathing in my ear.

 

 

 

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