Just in Time (A Tom Hiddleston Fan Fic)

Chapter 21: Love and Wankers

A/N:  Hi all! First, thank you for all the votes and comments!  I'm glad you've stuck with this story, and there's plenty more to come!  I hope you enjoy this chapter. It's a little racy, but not overly so.

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Tom's slow, sensual kiss makes my feelings move from a warm giddiness to a white-hot inferno. This man has been my anchor and my rip tide at the same time. He's my buoy and my undoing, and I can't wait any longer to show him what he means to me.

I nip his bottom lip then lick where I just bit. Tom groans, parting his lips a bit in the the process. That's all I need. I slip my tongue into his mouth, and he responds hungrily, exploring mine with his tongue while trying to pull me closer.

As I break the kiss and pull away, Tom seems in a daze, and I know I'm no better though I have a fire going inside. I reach forward and lift his t-shirt over his head. When the cool air touches his skin, I see it react. I reach forward, running my hands across his chest and flicking his taut nipples. He takes in a sharp breath. Even in the dim light, I see the fire ignite inside him as well.

It's his turn to take off my shirt, which he does slowly. All of Tom's movements are slow, almost calculated, as if he wants to savor each moment as long as possible. With my shirt removed and the blanket sliding from my shoulders, it's my turn for the cool air to hit my skin. I'm seated on the sofa facing the windows, and pools of light touch my flesh as Tom's eyes rake over me.

"I dreamt of what you'd look like. I even had a brief preview," he says, grinning at the memory of the wife beater incident. "None of those compare to how beautiful you are."

"Tom..." is all I say. Suddenly, he groans and almost tackles me on the sofa. He's on top of me, first kissing my lips, then my jaw, and finally nuzzling my neck. I run my hands down his back, messaging and dragging my nails lightly over his exposed skin. He lifts his head to look into my eyes and starts trailing soft kisses down my neck and clavicle. When he arrives at my breasts, he closes his eyes and breaths in deeply as if to memorize my scent. Then, he slowly takes a nipple in his mouth, at first sucking and then rolling his tongue around my peak. I grind my hips against him in need, and he chuckles before playfully nipping my nipple. "Patience, my Love," Tom says, moving to the other nipple to give it the same attentions while needing and teasing my other breast with his hand.

What I realize about Tom is, despite the flames of desire I know he's feeling, he is still taking his time. It's as if we have all the time in the world. No, scratch that. It's like time doesn't matter, that it's ceased to exist, and there's only the here and now...only Tom and me. The problem is I'm not as patient as Tom. I want it all and I want it now. And I'm used to getting what I want.

Tom's POV

I've waited so long for this. I want to savor every moment. It's as if the slower I go, the more real it will seem. I'm still not entirely sure that Kenni is here, in my house, on my sofa, telling me she loves me. I think it may be some kind of dream or hallucination that's the result of sleep-deprivation. That is until she says my name, then I know it's not a dream.

I push her back on the sofa, kissing and nibbling her delicious skin. I taste then smell her, and I know somehow I will never get enough. I'll never tire of her smile, nor not smile myself when I hear her laugh. I will always get a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach and other lower extremities when she throws out her hip and pouts, and I know I will always catch my breath when she walks into a room. There's only Kenni for me. I know this... I think I've always known this. Though a part of me regrets not acting on this sooner, I don't regret this minute, this second, this moment in time where I am hers and she mine. We have not yet consummated our love in the traditional sense, but for me, I've consummated my heart to her long ago.