Young and Beautiful

Tv and Music

"Welcome to the world's strongest man competion!" The TV booms through the cinema like speakers and almost deafens me. I walk in and see Tom sat down on the sofa, flexing his muscles and staring at the TV in excitment. He groans and turns his head in a superhero fashion before seeing me in the doorway, laughing. His head turns faster than lightning and his face glows scarlett.

"I-I thought you'd gone out." He says, so quiet and soft.

I bite my lip and smile intently. "I just made a pot of tea, I was going to go after I'd finished a cup." My cheeks start to glow and I snigger, much to the dismay of my lover. I try to talk through my now snorting  but somehow, speech is impossible. "I-I'm sorry!" I begin, shortly before collapsing to the floor in a bundle of giggles.

Tom frowns and just sits there, staring at me. "Rachel, you are so immature." I stop lauging and pull the most sarcastic face I can at him. He just frowns again, raises an eyebrow and says, "What?".

"Why were you even watching this crap?" I say. "I think it's disgusting."

His head turns and follows my eye line towards the television. "You don't like muscles then?"

I just scoff. "That is not muscles! That is a creepy science experiment gone wrong!" I start to laugh and look back at him but instead I realise I am alone in my laughter and he is upset. I stop giggling and instead walk over to him, grabbing hold of his hand as I do so. "Why are you so sad?"

"I thought I could-"

A pause.

"What?" I say urgently.

"I thought I could make myself more manly. Make myself look strong and heroic."

I just smile and stare into his bluey, blue eyes. He stares back at me. "What?" I pull him close and lean over towards his ear. One of my hands reach over to the back of his neck whilst the other rests on his thigh. "Tom Hiddleston," I whisper, "you don't need to make yourself muscley to prove to me that you're a man. I don't need heros. I just need you."

I pull away from his ear, my eyes closed tight. I draw in closer to his mouth instead and when I'm close enough I whisper, "I love you." He sighs and quickly moves his hand to my neck drawing me in even nearer his lips, closing the gap between us both. Our lips collide and my insides flutter out of control. One hand stays on my neck whilst the other moves down towards my waist and legs. With just one arm, the man picks me up, rising me up and off the sofa and carrying me up the stairs, into the bedroom. Our lips never break contact and even when inside the room, he doesn't let go of my neck and legs.

Then all of a sudden, the world goes in slow motion. The grip on my legs is lost and I am thrown onto the bed gracefully as all the windows and blinds shut. A now topless Tom walks over to me, smiling and biting his lips. I just giggle as he lies down beside me, our faces mere centimetres away from one another.

"Ready?"