Love Rekindled:A Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction

A/N: Hello darlings, having been stressed out with my personal statement for university I had a dream that I was at university, I couldn’t have told you which university it was, although for this story I`m going to say its Southampton Solent where I really want to go. My friend was in her room crying because she had just seen her boyfriend kissing some girl. This was where the idea came from and I thought why not make it as though Tom was her boyfriend and the one that kissed the girl. It goes back from different time periods from their time at university in 2001 to the year 2013 when Thor 2 is released. This is what I came up with. Hope you enjoy <3


8. Chapter 7: April 2002 <3

Chapter 7: April 2002


A/N: This scene has been bugging me since I started writing this story. I wanted this chapter to show the truly feelings they have for each other. Hope ive done it justice. This is my first time at writing smut, although there isn’t a lot. Hope its ok. Thankyou to my lovely readers. I love you. Feedback welcome. Again Thankyou to the lovely Susan Watson for your continued help and support with this story I really appreciate it. <3





Sophie’s POV


Me and Tom had secretly been in a relationship for just over a three months now. I enjoyed his company and the more time I spent with him the more I liked him. We spent most of our time together, usually at the cinema watching a film or in the park enjoying the beautiful view. No matter what time of year it was the park near our flat was always beautiful. In spring with the trees decorated with a mixture of greens and yellows, in winter covered in snow or the sun shining. Either way it was breathtaking. The park seemed to be mine and Tom’s place, where we’d sit on a bench and discuss our studies, our lives, where he’d sit and read me Shakespeare or kiss me.


We almost got caught by Charlotte a few months back. She was walking through the park back to the flat and almost spotted us. We hid cuddled up behind a tree out of site.


“We need to tell her you know” he told me placing his hands on my shoulders.


“I know we do, but I don’t know how she’s going to react. I’m her friend and we just started dating without any explanation”


“But I’m not going out with her anymore, it’s not like I’m cheating on her.”


“I know but it wouldn’t be fair, there’s this rule in sisterhood that says friends don’t go out with other friends ex boyfriends.”


“We need to tell her soon or later, darling”


“Your right.”


We went back to the flat with the full intention of telling Charlotte about our new found relationship but she wasn’t in the kitchen or in her room. She obviously went back to her flat to change and went back out. The timing obviously wasn’t right. When would be the right time?


I put the thought to the back of my mind as I walked into Tom’s room to help him rehearse his lines as he’d gotten the part of Henry and as promised I said I would help him rehearse when he got the role.


We read through the whole play until we got to the wooing scene. My favourite scene. Tom recited the lines in full character. I truly believed he was King Henry and that I was Catherine. I couldn’t wait to see him perform it.


Fair Katherine, and most fair,

Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms

Such as will enter at a lady’s ear

And plead his love suit to her gentle heart?


Your Majesty shall mock at me. I cannot speak your



O fair Katherine, if you will love me soundly with your French heart, I will be glad to hear you confess it brokenly with your English tongue. Do you like me, Kate?


 I cannot tell what is “like me.”


An angel is like you, Kate, and you are like an angel.


I said so, dear Katherine; and I must not blush to affirm it.


The princess is the better Englishwoman.—I' faith, Kate, my wooing is fit for thy understanding. I am glad thou canst speak no better English, for if thou couldst, thou wouldst find me such a plain king that thou wouldst think I had sold my farm to buy my crown. I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say, “I love you.” Then if you urge me farther than to say, “Do you, in faith?” I wear out my suit. Give me your answer, i' faith, do; and so clap hands and a bargain. How say you, lady?


Marry, if you would put me to verses or to dance for your sake, Kate, why you undid me. For the one, I have neither words nor measure; and for the other, I have no strength in measure, yet a reasonable measure in strength. If I could win a lady at leapfrog or by vaulting into my saddle with my armor on my back, under the correction of bragging be it spoken, I should quickly leap into a wife. Or if I might buffet for my love or bound my horse for her favors, I could lay on like a butcher and sit like a jackanapes, never off. But, before God, Kate, I cannot look greenly nor gasp out my eloquence, nor I have no cunning in protestation, only downright oaths, which I never use till urged, nor never break for urging. If thou canst love a fellow of this temper, Kate, whose face is not worth sunburning, that never looks in his glass for love of anything he sees there, let thine eye be thy cook. I speak to thee plain soldier. If thou canst love me for this, take me. If not, to say to thee that I shall die is true, but for thy love, by the Lord, no. Yet I love thee too. And while thou liv’st, dear Kate, take a fellow of plain and uncoined constancy, for he perforce must do thee right because he hath not the gift to woo in other places. For these fellows of infinite tongue, that can rhyme themselves into ladies' favors, they do always reason themselves out again. What? A speaker is but a prater, a rhyme is but a ballad, a good leg will fall, a straight back will stoop, a black beard will turn white, a curled pate will grow bald, a fair face will wither, a full eye will wax hollow, but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon, or rather the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes but keeps his course truly. If thou would have such a one, take me. And take me, take a soldier. Take a soldier, take a king. And what say’st thou then to my love? Speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.


Is it possible dat I sould love de enemy of France?


No, it is not possible you should love the enemy of France, Kate. But, in loving me, you should love the friend of France, for I love France so well that I will not part with a village of it. I will have it all mine. And, Kate, when France is mine and I am yours, then yours is France and you are mine.


I cannot tell wat is dat.


With every line he spoke the more I started to realise that this was how I wanted him to make love to me. Him quoting Shakespeare to me. We were nearing the kissing scene with every passing minute and I couldn’t wait to feel his lips on mine again.


We had agreed not to touch or kiss each other until the scene required it but I could see in his eyes that it was as hard for him as it was for me.


Now fie upon my false French. By mine honor, in true English, I love thee, Kate. By which honor I dare not swear thou lovest me, yet my blood begins to flatter me that thou dost, notwithstanding the poor and untempering effect of my visage. Now, beshrew my father’s ambition! He was thinking of civil wars when he got me; therefore was I created with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that when I come to woo ladies, I fright them. But, in faith, Kate, the elder I wax, the better I shall appear. My comfort is that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face. Thou hast me, if thou hast me, at the worst, and thou shalt wear me, if thou wear me, better and better. And therefore tell me, most fair Katherine, will you have me? Put off your maiden blushes, avouch the thoughts of your heart with the looks of an empress, take me by the hand, and say “Harry of England, I am thine,” which word thou shalt no sooner bless mine ear withal, but I will tell thee aloud “England is thine, Ireland is thine, France is thine, and Harry Plantagenet is thine,” who, though I speak it before his face, if he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find the best king of good fellows. Come, your answer in broken music, for thy voice is music and thy English broken. Therefore, queen of all, Katherine, break thy mind to me in broken English. Wilt thou have me?


Dat is as it sall please de roi mon père.


Nay, it will please him well, Kate; it shall please him, Kate.


Den it sall also content me.


Upon that I kiss your hand, and I call you my queen


As soon as his lips touched the knuckles of my hand I knew that I needed him. He looked up into my eyes with such longing. I loved him. With every line we spoke I got closer to him. My hands played with the curls at the back of his neck getting ready for the scene I so desired. The scene where his lips would by on mine again.


Then I will kiss your lips, Kate. 


I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips at that moment. I wanted to mentally swoon. My hands played with his curls as I inched closer to him.


To kiss. Tom whispered.


O Kate, nice customs curtsy to great kings. Dear Kate, you and I cannot be confined within the weak list of a country’s fashion. We are the makers of manners, Kate, and the liberty that follows our places stops the mouth of all find- faults, as I will do yours for upholding the nice fashion of your country in denying me a kiss. Therefore, patiently and yielding. 


With that our lips were on one another. A gentle kiss that soon turned passionate, hungry and desperate. My hands went into beautiful blonde curls and tugged. Tom moaned in the back of his throat. His hands ran up the sides of my t shirt. I needed to feel his hands on my skin anywhere possible. My hands ran from his hair back round to the front of his shirt. He broke the kiss suddenly, breathing heavily as I began to unbutton his shirt. I wanted him. Tom stopped me as I got half way grabbing my hands.



Tom’s POV


We were currently in my room rehearsing the wooing scene between Henry and Catherine in Henry V as I’d gotten the role in the university production. Sophie was helping me rehearse. When it got to this scene we got a little bit carried away with the kissing. Sophie was now sitting on her knees in front of me her hands at the nape of my neck playing with the curls there. She knew what that done to me.


We both pulled away from the kiss breathless. “I want you” she moaned as she started to unbutton my shirt. I stopped her, putting my hands over the top of hers kissing her knuckles. “Darling, are you sure?” I asked her.


“Yes, Tom” she breathed. I was hesitant. I wanted her too, more than anything but we had only been dating a few months, I knew that I loved her I just didn’t want to rush into things and presides I wanted to make it romantic for her as it would be her first time.


I let go of one of her hands to stroke her cheek. “I don’t want to rush you or for you to regret it in the morning, darling”


“You don’t want me, do you?” she pulled away from my touch turning away to look at the photo on my bedside of myself, my dad, mum and two sisters Emma and Sarah. She smiled at that before turning back to me. I had to explain to her that I wanted her first time to be romantic and with the right person.


“Oh, my darling girl, I want you more than you will ever know. I just want to make it romantic for you, darling, especially as it’s going to be your first time. The full works, dinner, a film, candles filling the room.” She smiled and then spoke seriously again stroking my cheek.


“But Tom-Tom if it’s planned it won’t work how we want it to, it needs to be a spare of the moment thing and this is. It is romantic, Tom. You quoting Shakespeare to me is romantic. You are romantic. I don’t need candles or the works, I need you. I want you. All of you. Completely. Please Tom, make love to me”.


She was right. If it was planned it wouldn’t work, just like my first time hadn’t. It was messy and awkward and I hadn’t a clue what I was doing. I wanted Sophie’s first time to be different. I wanted to guide her through it and make sure she got pleasured, make this afternoon and evening purely about her. Prove my love for her. Be joined as one.


She kissed my cheek, trailing kisses up and down my neck before biting my earlobe. A low growl escaped my throat. She giggled. Her hands travelled back to my shirt and slowly finished unbuttoning it, kissing every inch of my exposed skin, her hands finding there way back into my mop of curls tugging a little. I moaned. She was driving me crazy. I longed for her. She worked her way down kissing my chest until she got to the waistband of my jeans. My member stood to attention. I stopped her bringing her back up to me.


“Darling, slow down, we don’t have to rush this. I want this to be all about you, I want you to feel pleasured, to know how amazing it truly feels. I need you to tell me if you want me to stop ok?” she nodded.


The kissing soon got heated and it wasn’t long before our tongues were battling with each other again and our moans filled the room.


“You have witchcraft on you lips, Sophie.”


She straddled my hips trailing kisses up and down my neck biting my earlobe.


I grinded against her, needing more friction. Her t shirt was soon discarded and thrown on the floor along with my shirt. She was just left in her black lacy bra, truly a sight to behold. So perfect. So beautiful.


I trailed kisses down her neck and collarbone working my way further down until I got to the waistband of her jeans. I looked up at her asking permission. She nodded pushing her hips up for me to slide her jeans off, slinging them onto the floor. I leaned back up to kiss her tangling one hand in her hair while the other carried on trailing down her body, memorising every inch of her.


I cupped her over her panties rubbing her clit, never taking my eyes of her beautiful face. Beautiful green eyes stared back in to my blues as she bucked her hips. I took this as an opportunity to pull her panties to the side and feel her, skin on skin. She was so wet. I rubbed her clit plunging one finger deep inside her. She moaned and cried out tears brimming in her eyes.


“Tom-Tom” she sighed. I looked up at her concerned.


“Darling, do you want me to stop?”


Sophie’s POV:


I shook my head. I’d never experienced something this intimate in my life. It felt so good. So different. So new. So right. Tom continued fingering me adding different pressures and more fingers. I cried out grinding against them. Suddenly I felt a wave of pleasure building in my stomach.


“Let go my darling girl come for me”


My vision went white like I could see stars. Tears began cascading down my cheeks as I came calling “Thomas” over and over again as my orgasm washed over me. Tom pulled his fingers out bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips as he leaned up to kiss me so I could taste myself on his tongue.


We continued to kiss as he began to line himself at my entrance. He looked up into my eyes asking for permission. I nodded gripping onto his shoulders as he ever so slowly entered me.


He made slowly intimate love to me getting to know every inch of my body before we fell into a content slumber. 

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