eventually * HIDDLESTON

18 - 10:24

TOM HIDDLESTON
        march 24th 2019
10:24 AM

holding libby close to my chest- we swayed back and forth on the spot with only the noise of the radio in the back ground. we were stood in the middle of my kitchen, with flour everywhere- on her cheeks and in her hair, on my chest and smothered on my face.

our little chance at baking went well until the flour came out- you could say we were both too childish for our own good.

although my kitchen was in a state i still pulled libby a little closer. it was half ten in the morning, the day was getting on quite quickly. that thought petrified me. her chin was propped up onto my chest, and her eyes poured in to my soul from below me.

"what are you thinking about?" she queried. her hands had now moved up to the back of my neck, and were playing with the loose hairs which sent a few shivers down my spine, and goose bumps on my arms.

"would it be cheesy if i said you?" i responded in the same tone.

she removed her chin from my chest and pulled away slightly, so she could get a full view of my face.

"no, because i'm thinking about you."

i didn't know how to respond. we were moving way too fast, but who cares, she could die in the next ten minutes, i could die in the next thirty seconds.

i acted without thinking sensibly; i moved towards her, pulling her in tighter once again, pressing my lips to hers in a swift movement.

one of my hands had moved up to the back of her head to hold her in place, and the other was wrapped tightly around her waist, bringing her as close to me as possible.

once i parted my mouth from libby's, she looked utterly flustered beneath me.

"you can't just do that when ever you wish, tom." she huffed in fake annoyance at me. i moved my hand to her cheek, dragging it across her jaw until i got to her chin. lifting her chin up so i could study the cosmos in her eyes, i dominated her statement.

"i think i can, darling."

this time, she couldn't hide the smile that decorated her face, or the blush that painted its way over her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. she knew she had lost, so all she did was scoff at me, and scrunch her nose.