Life Is What You Make It (A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic)

Part 20: The Morning After

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Morning Breath

As I wake slowly to the dim light of morning, I am aware of two things. First, Tom cuddles like it's an Olympic sport when he sleeps. I mean, long arms and legs wrapped around me so that I couldn't escape his grasp even if I tried. I don't mind it; I'd rather sleep with a snuggle monster than someone who stays only on his side of the bed like he's planking in his sleep. The second thing I'm aware of is the taste in my mouth. It's like I had a midnight snack from a cat's litter box. That's what I get for going to sleep before brushing my teeth.

Since I can't move for fear of waking Tom, I do the next best thing and turn my head slightly away from him. Unfortunately, Tom is already awake. "Where do you think you're going?" Tom asks in the sexiest morning voice I've ever heard. "I was just trying to get comfortable," I say mostly into the pillow.

Tom untangles from me and allows me to turn on my side so we're spooning. Bad idea because I can feel Tom's very evident morning wood in my lower back and derrière.  I try to move a bit, and this elicits a groan from Tom. "If you keep that up, Love, I'm going to be forced to give you a proper 'good morning' greeting," he says, while wiggling against my backside. I decide to finally come clean.

"Um, Tom, you wouldn't happen to have a spare toothbrush, would you?" I ask, still talking to the pillow.

"I do, and I'd be willing to provide it to you as long as you promise to return to bed so we can continue our morning pleasantries," he replies, flipping onto his back to stretch. As he does this, I turn toward him in an attempt to untangle my legs from the sheets. What I view can only be described as one of the most magnificent sights I've had the pleasure of seeing in my life: Tom at 'full attention' underneath  his pajama bottoms. Seriously, I don't know whether to salute or just applaud.

Instead, it's at this moment that I realize I have no self-control. I mean, I can't help myself. I reach over and touch his manhood, stroking it lightly through the fabric of his bottoms. Tom looks at me with heavy-lidded eyes and licks his lips. "Top right drawer in the bath. You can't miss it," he says in a husky whisper.

I slip off to the bathroom and close the door. I search for the toothbrush and then I look at myself in the mirror. Not too hideous, but still pretty rumpled from sleep. I brush my teeth, then I run my fingers through my hair to get rid of some of the bird nests that have formed during the night. I look at the shirt I'm wearing, and I remember I'm not wearing anything under it. Can't help that now, and I doubt Tom will complain, I think as I tug down on the shirt before I leave the bathroom.

I'm surprised when I find Tom leaning against the door jamb. "Hi," I say a little breathlessly. "Hi yourself," Tom says, "I was thinking of having a go with the toothbrush as well, that is if you're finished."

Tom's eyes start at my feet and travel slowly up my body. As they do, I find myself tugging at the hem of the shirt again. Dammit, Mia, it's not like Tom hasn't seen you naked already, the confident part of my brain chides the insecure part. Yeah, but what if he was drunk or something, or he just didn't get a good look, and he doesn't like what he sees now, the insecure part of my brain responds.

Tom doesn't seem to be aware of the war within me, and instead breaks into a small grin at my war with the shirt's hem. "Be sure to keep the bed warm until I return, Darling," he teases.