A Stroll in the Park (Tom Hiddleston X Fem Reader)

Morning Breath

Just an FYI; this part's longer than the other chapters so far but I was thinking about making them a bit longer anyways. If you don't like having too much in one go then I can keep them a little shorter but if not then I think it might be cool to extend them a bit so that you can get more story line. Let me know what you'd prefer :)

TW- mild sexual content

Your eyes start to open slowly as you begin to stir. Unsure why, you have a gut feeling that you shouldn't move or stretch in any way, not just yet. As your eyes open properly and you are reminded of your surroundings, there's a slight weight that falls on to your chest as you realise that you've just woken up somewhere entirely unfamiliar curled up on the ground. The panic begins to set in ever so slightly right before the events of last night flood into your mind again. The eating, the flirting, the laughing. Oh my God, there was so much laughing. You feel something beneath you shift slightly and you turn you head slowly to find Tom still tucked underneath you, and still dead to the world. His arms were where they were last night, wrapped right around you but they appeared to be there loosely, like he had relaxed a tad, allowing his arms to slump ever so slightly.

His eyes were still closed and his chest was rising and falling slowly, shallowly. His shirt seemed slightly creased from being slept in, but he somehow seemed to perfect enough to go about his day looking exactly how he did now. With Tom being sound asleep and you being inches from his face, you took an opportunity to just admire him. Most men would probably want to be described as handsome, and while he was, it seemed far more fitting to describe him as beautiful. His eyes had crows feet splaying from them, providing evidence of a life filled with smiling. His forehead had slight shadows of lines and was adorned with the slightest of creases between his brows, evidently from worrying constantly, but in the little time you had known him, they seemed to have eased up a bit, almost as though a serenity had washed over him. A stray hair had fallen slightly out of place and was going against the grain of the others, a rebel strand. You reach up slowly and softly brush it over so that his hair is restored to the original perfection he had brushed it into. Despite your gentle movements, Tom was still disturbed by them and took a deep breath as your fingers ran through his hair. His eyelids fluttered slightly as he lifted his head from the back of the sofa before opening his eyes fully.

There's a hint of confusion on his face as he scans the room before looking down at you and stops. His forehead eases and his lips move into a shadow of a smile as his arm tightens around you again.

"Morning y/n"

Well there we go. That voice, that voice right there, the voice that had reduced millions of people to nothing more than over-excitable school kids with a crush on their teacher had broken the silence. He sounded like pure silk most of the time but his morning voice seemed to have more of a growl to it than usual. Not only that, the first thing he had said today; was your name.

You can't help but grin back at him, in disbelief at the situation you were in right now.

"Morning Tom, sorry for waking you, I tried not to" you explain

"Please, don't worry about it, my main question was: were you watching my sleep?" he asks with a smirk. Thank god he found it cute, a lot of people could've easily been creeped out.

"Well it's hardly my fault, I can't exactly help the fact that you look cute unconscious now can I? Besides, when you're at a gallery, you admire the art"

Tom laughs at you and kisses your forehead, hugging you tight to him.

"Well if this is the view I get every time I'm awoken rudely, I think I could probably live with that" he admits, pulling away from you and brushing your hair behind your shoulder. He places the palm of hand at the base of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss, one that you pull away from. His face drops as he sees you screw your nose up at him.