Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1

Tom - Red Lipstick

A/N: Random object imagine #2! And when I saw that picture of Tom, I immediately thought of the Beast's transformation, so semi-Belle inspired outfit. You're welcome, fellow Disnerds.

 Why is morning already?

You cringe as your alarm wakes you from a peaceful sleep. God, you hated that sound, the one that would tear you away from your husband, who had just arrived home after filming. You wanted to throw it out the window or shut it in a drawer, anything to ignore it and continue to stay. But not only was your alarm your cellphone, but you did have to go to work.

 One day, you thought. He couldn't have given me just one day off?!

Your request for personal time off had been denied. But, unfortunately, it was with good reason. You had a big-time fashion client coming in, which is already a big promo for the company. There was a meeting that you had to attend to at 11:00. If everything went smoothly, this could lead to more vacation days off and more working for home when desired.

Unwrapping Tom's arms from around you, you drag yourself out of bed. As you get up and start walking to the staircase, you hear him stir. You whip your head around, hoping that you didn't wake him. But he only groans, snuggling his head further into his pillow. With a smile, you venture onward.

Folding your arms, you hug Tom's dress shirt closer as you enter into the kitchen, the cold tile sending shivers up your spine and down your arms. You make two croque provençals, even though Tom is still sleeping. He could always reheat it when he awakened.

After breakfast came showering, and after that came getting ready. You were stepping into your dress when you heard Tom stir again. This time, his eyes opened, seeing the dim light of the room; you had to see, but you still tried to keep him slumbering.

"Is it morning, already?" he asks, his voice still rasp and husky from sleep.

"Yes, Tom. Now back to bed." He rubs his eyes as he gets up. As you try to zip up your dress, you feel his hands skim yours as he helps.

"There you go." Instead of letting go, his arms wrap around your waist, and he rests his head in the crook of your neck, the smell of your hair making him swoon.

"Tom, I have to finish getting ready."

"Alright, my lovely Belle." He kisses the back of your neck before heading to the bathroom. You fix your hair and only start to put on your makeup at your dresser mirror when he comes back. Stomach first, Tom flops onto the bed, his arm dangling off the side as he watches you.

"Why do you have to go?"

"Because I have a job." You look at him in the mirror. "Just like you have to leave for filming." He smiles back at you.

"I can't take days off."

"Yeah? Well my boss seems to have adopted that motto as well." As you finish, you top off the look with your red lipstick. You turn around.

"Yes?" He scans you from top to bottom. "And please, be very frank. I can't mess up today."

Licking his lips, he eyes squint. "Come here, I think I see something." You step toward him as he now sits on the side of the bed. "Closer, I can't see now."

When you go, he pulls you toward him and locks his lips on yours. You let him steal a kiss for a moment, but when you go to pull back, he pulls and holds you tighter.

"Don't go," he says lowly.

"I have to," you manage to get out. "I have to go to work. And I have to redo my lipstick now."

"It's your own fault." You smile and he goes for another kiss. "Your red lipstick is meant to be smeared."

"Well now it's meant to be redone, so if you please." He doesn't let go.

"Then stay, darling."

"I have a meeting, Tom."

"But I need you," he whispers, lips skimming against yours. You run your hands through his hair, and he bites his bottom lip.

"You're not making this easier, (Y/N)."

"You'll have to try, okay? Now I'm going to be late." You share one last kiss before you break away. Sure enough, he had smeared the red all over. You take a wipe in hand and fix your cheeks and mouth. This time, you put a natural color on.

"I'll be back soon." He scoffs.

"Yeah, in nine hours." You turn and walk back to him.

"No, soon. I'm going to try to leave right after the meeting." And with that, you give him a peck on the lips before rushing out the door.