Tom Hiddleston one shot/drabble collection

Coriolanus and no knickers version 2

Summary: During opening night of Coriolanus you accidentally find Tom's weak spot and cause him to become aroused in front of a live audience. After the final bows Tom bursts into your dressing room as you're undressing. His furious stare and dominating ways makes you discover your submissive side.

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"My wife comes foremost; then the honour'd mould. Wherein this truck was framed, and in her hand the grandchild to her blood. But, out, affection! All bond and privilege of nature, break! Let it be virtuous to be obstinate. What is that curt'sy worth? Or those doves' eyes, which can make gods forsworn? I melt, and am not of stronger Earth than others. My mother bows As if Olympus to a molehill should in supplication nod: and my young boy hath an aspect of intercession which great nature cries 'deny not.' Let the Volsces plough Rome and harrow Italy: I'll never be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand as if a man were author of himself and knew no other kin." Tom spoke, pouring his heart and soul into the role of Coriolanus. You thought during rehearsals he'd exceeded expectations, yet here he was pulling some sort of deep down force you hadn't seen before tonight, opening night. Although the play was nearing its end already.

"My lord and husband!" You spoke softly as Virgilia Coriolanus' wife.

"These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome" Tom says from his now seated potion under the spotlight.

"The sorrow that delivers us thus changed, makes you think so." You reply and sit on his lap sideways. You stroke the sides of his face and then lightly brush his hair on one side.

"Like a dull actor and now I forgot my part, and I am out, " You squeeze his bicep slightly as you act like the loving wife wanting to be close to your husband, "even to a full disgrace." You take his hand into yours, placing it against your cheek for a few seconds before you kiss it and place it over your heart. Tom's eyes watching you as you do so un-faulted as he speaks, "best of my flesh, forgive my tyranny; but do not say for that 'forgive our Romans.'" His hand stays in place, as you lovingly stroke his face again and then you kiss him on his lips for a beat. Butterflies fluttering in your stomach as they always did when you kissed him during rehearsals. His lips were soft against yours.

As you slowly pull away he looks into your eyes, as you softly run your fingertips over his lips, before your fingers brush under his chin and then across his jaw. He quickly wets his lips and says, "o, a kiss long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!" Hearing Tom speak Shakespearean through this entire experience thus far was sexy and for the first time you allowed yourself to get swept up in the moment. You ended up nuzzling against his cheek for a second as his arm wraps around you. Feeling Virgilia's love for her husband, and the sudden urge to kiss his neck takes over, which you gave into without really thinking. "Now, by the jealous Queen of Heaven, that kiss I carried from thee, dear; and my true lip hath virgin'd it e'er since." As you kiss his neck harder his eyes close briefly, as he's taken out of his character and you feel him hardening underneath your bum. He even takes in a heavy breath as he feels your lips on him, a split second later he realises and pushes you off his lap. Thankfully you manage to keep your balance in your slim high heel boots. "You gods! I prate, and the most noble mother of the world (stands) leave unsaluted: sink, my knee, I' the Earth; (kneels) of thy deep duty more impression show than that of common sons.

For a brief moment you looked down and saw the large bulge in Tom's trousers that was not long ago beneath you. In a way you felt guilty for accidentally finding his weak spot and subjecting a young boy (who plays your son) to see it, as well as the rest of the cast present onstage including the live audience. All you could do for now is hope he can regain control and fast for the rest of the performance.