Tom Hiddleston one-shots

Date? (Tom)

You were the first to come back after rehearsal for the play. No you weren't, Tom was already there too.

"Hi Tom mind if I join", you asked since you wanted to sit down next to him.

"Well actually I have to ask you something", he said. You moved closer to him and he grabbed your hands.
"Do you have plans for this evening? If not you might do now."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you want to have dinner with me, tonight, at my place around 7 pm?"
"As in... a date", you raised an eyebrow and got away from his grip.
"Yes- no- Okay fine yes, as in a date."

The others started to enter and gave you weird looks, probably wondering what the hell you were doing.
"Okay, I'll do it. Could you just give me the address."

Tom grabbed a piece of paper, wrote something on it and handed it over to you.
"Thank you", he whispered.

You said goodbye and left the building. In your car you looked at the note. He gave you: his address and a phone number, 'So you can always hear my sweet voice x.'
You giggled a little bit and putted the note in your backpack.

You parked your car next to his house on the driveway and rang the doorbell.

He quickly opened the door and smiled when he saw you.
"Hi (y/n), I've been waiting for you."
"Hi", you said back as you entered his hallway.
"Hi," he chuckled, "Do you want a drink? I have whiskey, rum..."
"Can I have some whiskey please", you blushed.

You actually love whiskey, but you didn't want to look like an alcohol addict in front of your collegues and certainly not Tom!

He took out two glasses and started to fill them up.
"Sit down", Tom suggested and pointed to his sofa.

"Tom, why did you invite me here", you asked to start a conversation.
"Well I think we have a lot in common and I want to get to know you better. Is it so weird for a someone to show interest in one of his collegues", he said as he rested his head on his hand, leaning on the head of the sofa.

"Well, what do you want to know", you asked because where the hell do you even start?
"Almost everything..."
"How about you start, I hate talking about myself."
"You just did, darlin'."

You must have been blushing because he asked you: "Is everything alright? You're cheeks are getting more red with the second. Did I make you feel uncomfortable?"
"What? No no it must be the alcohol."

Tom started to tell about his career and how he got enrolled with Marvel.

He told you about how much people fan-girl about him, how they try to get his attention and it always amazed him.

"Wait she did what", you laughed.
"She wrote 'Love you' on her eyelids and then she closed her eyes so I could read it, crazy isn't it", he laughed with you.
"That's amazing! How clever of her, wauw she must have been confident  otherwise she wouldn't tell you right? I wouldn't even dare to do that if I were her."

Tom looked disappointed in his glass. He probably thought that you  don't like him.

You do, but you just don't feel sure about it.

"You know (y/n) , you're a good friend of mine, my best actually", he told you softly as he looked back to you, right into your eyes.

He was so handsome, so innocent, so cute... You love him...

Tom stood up and went to his kitchen.
"Right shall we eat something? I hope you like Chinese?"
"I love yo- Chinese! I love Chinese", you shouted and slammed your face.

Tom putted his kitchen apron around his waist and started to cook some chicken.

You looked over at him, getting lost in every curve of his body, his face, his perfect eyes looking through his glasses.

You got up and joined him in the kitchen. You stood behind him and moved closer, and closer.

He didn't notice you until you untied his apron and it fell on the ground. He looked behind him with a worried look, but before he could say a thing you closed your eyes and felt his lips on yours.

He pulled back, smiling at you. Then he kissed you again, but with more passion and desire, hungry for more.

He turned the stove off and started to open your shirt. You followed his lead and started to do the same.

You threw your shirts away, moved out of the kitchen and went to the sofa.

You pushed him on it and started to climb on top of him. You kissed his bare chest, making your way back up to his face.

You took off his glasses. You came back up and sat on his lap as he came up with you.

"Are you sure", he asked you, holding you by your back to open your bra. You simply nodded.
"Good because you, princess, have been torturing me for way to long."

Tom took off your bra, leaned more in and dug his head in your chest. He listened to your heart beat that was growing faster with every second and smelled the perfume you were wearing.

You held him close, combing your fingers through his hair and resting your chin on his head.
"Let's go upstairs", you breathed.
"As you wish your worshipfulness."