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119. Tom Hiddleston | My Life Is A Lie | Part 2 Anesthesia

By : just-the-hiddles | Tumblr

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader, but mostly focused on Tom and his son.

Summary: Tom takes his ten year-old son, James out to Benedict's for a boy's night out. James discovers the truth of how his parents met.

Warnings: Some cursing, underage drinking (a single sip of beer), tons of fluff and fun.

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"James!" you yelled up the stairs as Tom gathered his keys and phone. "Your father is ready to go."

"Coming, Mum!" a small voice echoed down to the hallway.

"Are you sure you are okay here alone?"

Tom's deep baritone rumbled against your back as his arms wrapped around your waist. He nuzzled against your neck, his three-day-old whiskers tickling the skin. You giggled and twisted in his grip.

"That tickles." Tom nuzzled a bit more until you leaned away. "I'm fine. You and the boys have fun tonight. I will just be here, alone. I get to watch whatever I want on TV, rather than Heat for the hundredth time."

"You said you liked it."

"One time. I liked to watch it one time. Not twenty times."

"So what are you going to watch instead?" Tom spied up the stairs to see no sign of James. He spun you to face him.

"Well, I haven't watched Crimson Peak or The Night Manager in years." You swirled your finger across his chest.

"If you want to see my ass, you can do it in person." Tom teased as he leaned down to kiss you.

"But it looks so much bigger on screen." You wrapped your arms around his waist, your fingers splayed across his backside. The two of you continued to kiss, Tom's hands tangling in your hair as he held you close.

"Aw, gah!" a disgusted voice broke your passion. "Are you guys ever not kissing?"

You turned to see James standing on the bottom step. His face twisted into the ultimate "what the fuck" face that only a ten-year-old can accomplish. You tucked your head against Tom, shoulders shaking from laughter.

"No, James." Tom responded. "We are constantly kissing." He pecked your lips over and over. "Because we realize how much you love it."

Tom pulled you tight against his chest and kissed you deep and passionate, making it extra loud and sloppy. James gagged in the background.

"Try not to torture the boy too much tonight." you giggled, smoothing down Tom's sweater.

"Of course not. That is what Benedict and Luke are for."

"Poor boy." You turned to James, who was now standing by the door. "James... Hugs!"

You stretched open your arms and waved him towards you. He rolled his eyes before slumping his way into your arms. You make a big show of pulling him tight to you. "Keep an eye on your father." you whispered in his ear before sending them on their way.

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Tom chuckled as James placed his token into the jail square.

"You do the crime, you do the time." he taunted and picked up the dice.

"Seriously, Dad? You say that every time!" he groaned.

"Yeah, Tom." Benedict piped in. "Get some new bits."

"I agree." Luke joined.

Tom leaned back in his chair, covering his heart. "You're supposed to be my friends. And my own son! Betrayed!!!" Tom slumped in the chair.