Just in Time (A Tom Hiddleston Fan Fic)

Chapter 11: Dreams and Realities

I knock on Tom's door and don't get a response. I think he may be napping as I was, so I open the door quietly and sneak into his room. Huh, no Tom, I think. Just as I'm about to go back the way I came, Tom exits his bathroom having just taken a shower. I know this because his hair is wet and little droplets of water are running down his chest. Also, he's wrapped only in a towel around his narrow waist.

"Something I can help you with, Love?" Tom asks, the look of surprise turning into something else as he speaks.

I swallow, not taking my eyes from him. "Maybe a thing or two," I say softly.

I close the distance between us slowly to stand directly in front of him. "Tom..." I say. Before I finish, Tom takes me in his arms and slowly pulls me to him. I can feel the water droplets soaking through my shirt as he bends his head and kisses me softly. He starts to pull away, and I place my hands behind his head and pull him in for a deeper kiss.

I nip his lower lip, and he groans while snaking his tongue into my mouth. Now it's my turn to groan. Tom pulls away from our kiss, and lifts my shirt to pull it over my head. As I've just woke, I'm not wearing a bra. Tom looks into my eyes, then he helps me remove the yoga pants I wear. I step away from him, and his eyes rake over my body. As he does this, I reach toward him and unfasten his towel to drop to the floor.

"Kenni. My love. I've waited so long for this." Tom takes me into his arms, kissing me while lifting me and turning toward the bed. "I'm going to show you just what you mean to me," he says, then he knocks on his headboard with is knuckles.

"What was that for?" I ask.

"What was what for?" Tom asks, then he knocks the headboard again.

"Kenni? Darling? It's time to get up. You have a plane to catch."

I come fully awake at this, roll over and bury my face into my pillow. Damn it all to Tulsa. It was a fucking dream! I think.

My door opens slowly, and Tom peeks around it. "Kenni, you must get up. You'll miss your flight."

"Damn it all, I'm up TW!" I say, throwing a pillow at the door. Tom chuckles and enters my room, picking up the pillow on his way. "Good morning to you, too," he says.

He sits on the side of my bed. "Got up on the wrong side of the bed?" he asks. "I'd be in a better mood if you had just let me finish my dream," I say before I think. God, I shouldn't be allowed to speak until I've had my coffee!

Tom blushes and turns away from me, understanding the meaning of my words. I blush knowing that the dream in question was about Tom.

He clears his throat. "Right. Well, now that you're awake, I'll leave you to get ready. The car will be here in an hour to pick you up." Tom leaves and closes the door behind him.

I've been here for three weeks. Though we've had fun and I will miss Tom, there's a part of me that's glad I'm leaving. I don't think I could take one more day of denying my feelings for him.

Just the other evening we were having a movie night. One thing led to another, and we ended up in a pillow fight in Tom's room. It progressed until Tom sat straddling me on his bed.

"Do you surrender, m'lady?" he asked. "Never!"

"Very well, then. No quarter!" He yelled, throwing the pillow to the side and tickling me mercilessly.

"Okay! Uncle!" I managed to gasp between giggle fits. Tom collapsed on top of me, getting his own laughter under control.