**COMPLETED**Unbound ((a Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction))

Chapter Seventeen (17pt1): Ash

AN: My only request is that you litsten to the song on the side while you read it. It's by Passenger, Let Her Go.

There was a hum in my head, a buzz that irritated the walls of my skull, etching useless thoughts into the bone. My heart sank, like the mighty Titanic. A numbness cleansed my veins. My mind was trying it’s best to formulate the words and my stomach churning. I felt sick.

I finally turned into his driveway. The drive was long and tedious, I still had nothing in my brain that would make up for everything. All the intimacy, the hurt, the love…

Not even noticing, my feet were resting on his front porch, a small flicker of confidence in my soul. I put my hand up to knock but it opened before I had the chance.

‘What did I do?’ Everything meant nothing without her. She was his rock, his shelter, and his sanity. He gripped tightly on the doorknob, knowing that he needed to get away.

His face looked solemn. His heart rested on his shoulder.

“Tom?” my voice was barely a whisper. Everything was there in those eyes. I tried my best not to break down. God I missed him.

“Dom…” he looked as though he had just seen a ghost.

“Can I come in?” My heart pumped heavily in my chest and I could feel my breath become irregular.

He nodded simply. It was like we were strangers, the atmosphere was tainted.  I stepped past the threshold, softly pushing past his tall stature. I made my way to the living room, craving the touch of his couch. I missed the warmth of his place, the inviting aura about it.

I watched as he walked over and took his place opposite me. I instantly felt worse, he didn’t even want to be close to me. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea, maybe it’s not meant to be, maybe I was wrong? I bit down on my lip, trying to keep myself strong, not wanting to cry in front of him.  I parted my lips slightly but quickly shut them with a sharp intake of breath. I averted my gaze and tried to keep myself composed.

“I….” I could hear the crack in my own voice. “I…..I’m sorry –“

“Don’t you dare apologize.” His voice was strong, yet broken.

“I can’t help it.” I looked up at him, biting down hard. “I…I don’t feel anything any-more.” My voice cracked on the last word and that’s when my walls came crashing down. I loved him so much – it literally hurt. My chest collapsed and tears fell. “I don’t know what to do with myself.”

He hurt watching her break before him. He wanted to pick up all the broken pieces and put her back together. But he wasn’t a sorcerer, he couldn’t work magic. This was unfixable and painful for both parties. “I……I know. I know. I’m the one who’s sorry. I didn’t trust you, I didn’t believe you and for that, I’m truly sorry.”

His voice seemed sincere. I felt like a twat, an absolute knob for not checking my messages. I sighed heavily, trying to push the stupid thoughts out of my brain. “I’m sorry about this…” I got up quickly, grabbing my bag and hurriedly walked toward the door. My heart was running two steps ahead of me, I didn’t make it.

“Wait.” His hand was on my shoulder and I couldn’t escape. That touch was so simple, yet so powerful. I couldn’t leave. “Please. I  love y –“

“Stop. Please.” I still hadn’t turned around but I was defeated. “Don’t say that. I don’t deserve it.”

“But Dom…” he turned me around. “You’re wrong, you’re so wrong. You deserve the best. You deserve everything and I’m sorry I couldn’t give it to you.” Tom’s eyes were red, tears framing his beautiful eyes. “I love you. Let me say it because I can’t help how I feel. I love you both, Alastair too. I miss his little feet running around the place, he kept it cheerful around here, and you…..you lit up every room.” A weak smile tickled at the corners of his mouth. “It’s darkness here without you and I can’t bear it.”

His words stung at my heart, but it was a good kind of pain. It slapped some sense in to me. “Really?’ Another crack in my weak voice and another tear running down my cheek.

I felt him put his large hands to my face, thumbing away my tear. I couldn’t help but lean into his touch, relishing in the warmth. I closed my eyes, seeing what it could be, how it should be with him. The happiness, the smiles, and the comfort. I looked back up at him, a smile forming.  “I love you so much….it hurts.” By now my voice was practically inaudible.

Tom didn’t say anything, but I felt his hands cup at my face and the soft skin of his lips touch mine. I pulled him closer, accepting the warmth of him, missing the feeling. I kissed him hard, wanting nothing more than to love him, make him happy. I smiled into the kiss, running my hand through his soft, silky hair. His hands held me closer, pulling me up and making me wrap my legs round his waist. There was an aggression to his touch, a hunger, a thirst. I mirrored his feelings, the rush of acceptance and the flush of delight pulsing through my heart.

He led us to his room. I missed his sheets, his toxic smell. I kissed him roughly, pulling at the buttons of his shirt, wanting to tear at the material. I could feel him smirk underneath the kiss but pulled away a little so I had more room. I felt him balance me on his one arm as he opened the door. A few steps later, we fell onto the bed. My hands snuck underneath his shirt, letting my hands remember the curves of his lean back. It was exactly how I remembered it, and I felt a sudden rush in the middle of my thighs. Pulling away, I let a moan escape as his lips were instantly at my neck, sucking, kissing, licking. I bit down on my lips and moved my head, giving him more room. I raked the skin on his back with my fingernails. Everything was bliss, my very own version of paradise.

Our bodies were heating up, our legs intertwined. The four walls that surrounded us watched as we fought for control, our breathing hastening. I could taste the mint in his breath and smell the expensive musk he wore. I quickly pulled at him, pulling him away. I wanted – needed his clothes to be gone. I tugged on the last of the buttons and yanked at his shirt. Tom helped me as he unbuttoned his trousers. I pulled my loose dress over my head and started unclipping my bra.

“No, let me.” His voice was low and laced with a smile. His fingers tickled at my back and unhooked the piece of lingerie. I smiled up at him, putting my hand to his face. Rubbing my thumb up and down his cheek, I almost forgot how his skin made mine tingle. It shot amazing flutters through my fingers and jolting my heart. He was so beautiful.

Tom leaned in again, catching my lips in his. My eyes closed and I ran my hand down his bare chest. His skin sent shivers through my fingertips, it was like magic running through my veins. I felt him run his hands over my body, sometimes being rough, but at times slowly, almost at a tickle. He pulled away and all I could think of was wanting more, wanting him.

“You’re beautiful.” His breath blew across my face and I couldn’t help but smile at him.

“You’re amazing.” I managed to whisper. A smile that brushed at his eyes looked down at me. He looked genuinely happy, and that was something that I was proud of giving to him. It was different with him. He made me better, he made me feel like life had meaning again. 

AN: 17pt2 will be a lemon...I'm warning you now so you can skip it if you like. I know there will be people who want to read it and some who wont.