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

Out in the open

His arms envelop you entirely, clutching you in to his chest, one arm hooked round the small of your waist, the other cradling your head into the small of his neck. You wrap yours around his back, feeling his jacket pulled tight across his shoulders. He takes a step forwards so that your feet are planted in between his stance and his chin is on the top of your head. 

"We've been hugging for a while" you whisper into his chest, suddenly very aware of just how many eyes were on the two of you. 

"Don't worry, I hug a lot of people at premiers, this will look no different from any one else" 

'No different from anyone else'. Great. 

He dips his head down so that his lips are resting on your ear, his fingers gently hooking some loose hairs behind it. Your nerves sit on edge as his voice goes straight through your body setting everything inside you alight. 

"I want to kiss you"

You pull back and stare into his eyes, casting a worried glance around at the cameras, the crowds, the restless crowds at that. 

"Yeah?" 

"More than I've ever wanted to before" 

Your heart felt like it was going to beat right out of your chest as his eyes dropped to your lips and his pupils dilated. He suddenly cleared his throat and pulled back, looking around at everyone who was watching. He smiles and waves at them all and speaks to you through the camera grin. 

"Not here" 

"Right, yeah, of course, there's too many people" you agree, however reluctantly. 

He takes a loose hold of your hand, guiding you in the general direction of the photo area. You try your best to not just stare at him as you walk, wanting to take in how different he looked from when you last saw him. 

"Your hair's longer" you comment. 

"It is. Do you like it?" he asks the last part looking down at you. 

"I do. Very much" you smile back at him. 

"It'll be getting longer, this isn't the full length just yet". 

"You'll definitely pull it off, I didn't realise how curly your hair is either, it's cute". 

The pair of you carry on chatting, filling in silences with light conversation where you could until you reach the camera hotspot. He stops you next to him and pushes his shoulders back with one arm round your waist. You follow his lead and smile at the masses of cameras, not sure which shouts to look to. The constant white flashes went off right, left and centre, how he did this for a living you had no idea. People were shouting all around you, screaming for Tom to look in their direction, there were a few 'darlings' and 'babes' shouted out that you assumed were for you. The hand around your waist squeezes you hip slightly so you look up at him to find his eyes trained on you, laden with concentration. 

"What about... here?"

"Here for what?"

"Well I.. I still want to kiss you."

"But the cameras, they'll see us, everyone will see us."

"Yeah." he agrees, smiling at you in hope. 

"Oh" you smile back at him "I mean, if you're sure?"

"I am if you am" 

"Darling, I've been sure for ages, remember?"

"Hmm, that's right..." he trails off, his gaze dropping from your eyes to your lips as you pulls you in by your waist and leans forwards into your body, sealing the two of you in a kiss that felt long overdue.