Unscripted Love • A Tom Hardy fanfic

Chapter 64

"You know what I saw while you were freezing your balls off?" Fiona lowered her book and looked over at Tom. She wasn't sure if he was asleep or not, he had been laying on the chair for the last 20 minutes without moving. The warm sun beat down on them, Fiona relished in how her skin felt like it was baking.

"Hmm?" He asked without opening his eyes.

"Dot the I, with baby Tommy," she giggled.

Tom's nose wrinkled. He shielded his eyes with his arm and turned his head, "That's embarrassing."

"Why? I loved it. It was like getting a glimpse at teenage you. Even though you were what? 25?" Fiona sat up with her legs towards Tom.

"Yeah it was like 10 years ago, I guess," Tom lowered his arm and closed his eyes again. "I barely remember any of it."

"You had such a baby face, it was adorable," she patted his chest. "Now I'm with ZZ Top."

"You wish," Tom retorted.

"No," she laughed and shrugged, "no, I don't wish that."

"You'd rather babyface Tom?" He kept one eye shut as he asked her.

"No. I didn't say that. I just said it was adorable. I mean you were still sexy," she reached over and poked his cheek. "I would have done some things to that face."

"You wouldn't have wanted to, if you knew me," he closed both eyes again in the sunlight. "I was a proper nightmare."

"Oh," she sat there silent for a moment thinking back, that was just before Tom entered rehab and was still married. She thought of the pictures they came across of him with his ex wife but also the gems of him in the tight swim suits. "Do you miss the speedos?"

"You mean those yellow ones you loved so much?" He couldn't help but let out a laugh. "Nah, I'm no longer trying to lure women with my tight budgie smugglers."

"That's what you were doing?" She laughed.

"I mean, that's what everyone wore but yeah, I kind of thought I was an Adonis that no one could resist," he shrugged and looked over at Fiona who was wearing a tiny bikini. He wondered if she was wearing it to lure men in the same fashion.

"Mike wears them and you're right, you definitely cannot look away," she widened her eyes as she remembered the image.

"What?" He snapped and aggressively sat up. Clearly the time for relaxing by the pool was over. "What are you on about?"

"I'm not on about anything I was making conversation," she posed it more like a question than a statement, confused at his anger.

"Yes, I know, I heard the clatter."

"Oh sorry, I was making use of our time together. I'll be quiet though," she picked up her book and lowered her sunglasses.

"No, no you wanted my attention so you have it now," Tom snarked. "Please tell me about this other man's package. I'm dying to know."

"Ok fuck me, I shouldn't have brought him up," Fiona rolled her eyes. "But I wasn't about to tell you about his package, more like the bathing suit is awkward and embarrassing."

"I just love hearing about him though, he seems to be in a lot of your stories," he leaned closer to her. He could recall at least 2 different stories involving him.

"Maybe because I'm around him a lot of the time, that could be it," Fiona closed her book and turned to face Tom.

"Right, right, unlike, say me? Is that it? Is this your way of getting back at me for being gone?"

"No Tom. That's not what I meant at all," she scanned his face to find a hint of love that she could pull at.

"I was trying to make this a nice time together," Tom softened. "I'm being a dick but I fucking hate to hear about that guy. I hate to hear you talk about any guy actually."

"It is a nice time. I'm sorry I brought up some other guys junk," Fiona laughed and extended a hand to hold his arm to his tattooed shoulder.

"Thank you," Tom softened and ran a finger across the oil lathered skin of her thigh before cracking a smile. "You can talk about my dick though, whenever you'd like."

"Oh really?” Fiona giggled. "Can I talk about how much I love him?”

"Always."

"What about…" her fingers were dancing on his thighs now, drawing invisible circles and hearts, "...how he makes me scream?"

"Yeah?" Tom raised his eyebrows liking the direction this conversation was headed.

"Mmhmm," her eyes looked up at him, resembling that of a dog begging for a treat.

"You want to, uh, go inside?" he croaked, his mouth dry from being hung open at his sudden seductress.

"No," Fiona teased and sat back in her seat, swinging her legs onto the plastic straps of the recliner.

Frozen in the same spot, Tom sucked on his bottom lip. He was baffled at how she was able to get him angry but turned it around to where he would do anything she asked. He sat there, his elbows on his knees hiding his stiff cock in his shorts. He tried to will it away but knew it was a lost cause, he could not stop thinking of how she looked into his eyes a moment ago. Besides his own imagination, she was in front of him in a teeny white bikini with her body head to toe in bronzing oil.

"Alright, well I'm gonna go upstairs," he stood up and held his towel casually in front him, blocking his erection from sight. "I have some business to attend to."

"Oh really?" Her eyebrows arched. "Up there all alone?"

"Yeah, I'll light some candles and turn on some music. It'll be a romantic time between the two of us," he smirked and backed away from her.

"Well have fun with that," she nodded, her cheeks flushed from her fiance rather than the heat.

"Oh, I will," he shouted. "Enjoy your book.”

Fiona watched as the handsome shirtless man walked from her and disappeared into the hotel lobby. She bit her lip wondering if he was going to come back out but after some time she gathered her things and made her way back to their suite. The lock beeped and flashed green as she slid her card through the scanner.