Charlotte looked at herself in the mirror and pulled a face. She looked like an absolute moron; she just knew it. What on earth had possessed her to think she could pull off wearing something like this? She was no Victoria's Secret model because she was unable to resist having a double chocolate muffin with her morning coffee on the way to work, and she also tended to eat at the slightest emotional inconvenience. She was also certain she had a severe allergy to the gym because just the thought of walking through the doors brought her out in palpitations and hives.
She wasn't fat; she knew that much but neither was she a stick thin supermodel, which made her ask herself again just what the fuck she was doing? The lace black teddy had seemed like a wonderful idea when she bought it, but now she felt like it was just highlighting every lump and bump of her body- and not the good ones either.
Flinging herself backwards on the bed with a sigh, Charlotte pondered taking it off and just greeting Eddie in her normal grotty yet cute pyjamas. No. She slammed her fist angrily on the bed and sat up. She could do this. She was a fully grown woman who hadn't seen her boyfriend in almost three weeks because he had been covering a story down in Alabama, and she was starving hungry for some Eddie loving. Oh sure, three weeks seemed like nothing but the truth of the matter was it was literally almost one month. It was twenty one days of having to use her own right hand and the vibrating friend that had been shoved in a box under the bed since she had first started dating Eddie just over a year ago. Not that it had compared to Eddie but desperate times called for desperate measures, and beggars could not be choosers.
Standing up in front of the mirror again, she fluffed her hair up and fiddled with her boobs, making sure they sat right; and by right she meant making sure they looked humungous and good enough for Eddie to want to eat. Charlotte smiled to herself, trying to ease out the slightest bit of confidence from somewhere inside of her; trying to convince herself that even if she thought she looked ridiculous, Eddie was going to take one look and devour her whole. She hoped anyway. She looked at the clock on her bedside table and took a deep breath. Eddie was due home any minute and she needed to make sure everything was in order.
Thirty minutes later and there was still no sign of Eddie Brock. Charlotte had given up perching seductively on the sofa with a glass of Prosecco in her hand and was instead sitting upright, clicking the heels of her ridiculously high shoes on the floor impatiently. She was about to call him and demand to know why he was so late without even a text to let her know when she heard the deep timbre of his voice outside the door as he muttered something to Venom. Immediately Charlotte felt something pooling in her stomach and she was once again baffled by the fact that Eddie didn't even need to do anything to make her knees feel weak. She was at the door, yanking it open before he could even put his key in the lock. and Eddie looked up in surprise.
"What the..." his words trailed off as he took in her scantily clad attire and she knew by the way he frowned that Venom was speaking to him.
"Hey babe," Charlotte smiled, hoping she looked a lot more confident than she felt.
Eddie's mouth opened and closed a bit like a goldfish and Charlotte felt her nerves building as she stepped back to allow him into the apartment. Eddie couldn't take his eyes off of her but she couldn't tell what he was thinking and it was starting to make her sweat.
"Eddie?" she spoke quietly. "Are you...? Is this...? You know what, I'll just go get changed and then we can-"
"-No," Eddie said suddenly, but when Charlotte frowned at him questioningly he just continued to look at her like she was a complete stranger.
"No what?"
"I...you..."
Eddie cannot talk currently because all of the blood in his body has gone to one place, Venom's knowing voice purred. I think if I was a human, my reaction would be the same.
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Tom Hardy Character Imagines
FanficA selection of imagines for various Tom Hardy characters. (Not including Alfie Solomons, who has his own book) These imagines will have varying themes and many will be for mature readers.