Just in Time (A Tom Hiddleston Fan Fic)

Chapter 23: Pervs and Teleconferences

I wander to the kitchen after waking and throwing on the sweats and shirt Tom had given me. Tom isn't in bed, and I know he's a morning person. Shit, he probably has Snow White's forest friends with him, singing while he makes a cup of tea.

He breaks into a brilliant smile as he sees me. "Good morning, Love. Did you sleep well?" he asks as he steps toward me, taking me into his arms for a hug and kiss. "If sleeping like the dead is well, then yes, yes I did," I respond a bit groggily.  Tom chuckles as he nuzzles his face into my hair, breathing deeply.

"Scent is a big thing for you," I say pulling back slightly. Tom blushes at my comment. "Well, your scent is," he says trying to cover his embarrassment at being caught.

"Come on, Hiddleston. Admit it. You're a serial smeller, aren't you," I say nudging him in the ribs as he releases me.

"Am not."

"Are too."

Tom starts to squirm, looking at the floor, the stove, anywhere but my eyes. It finally dawns on me. "Oh my god, have you been caught before? That's it, isn't it?"

Tom blushes furiously, the kind that creeps up from the neck and tips of the ears at the same time. "No. And I resent the implications you're...implying," he says, walking to the stove to start the kettle. It's not like Tom to use the same root word in a sentence, much less in the course of conversations over a whole year. I know I have him now.

I jump up to sit on a counter. "Tom, it's okay. We've all been caught doing embarrassing things," I say gently, though if the truth were known, I'm holding back a maniacal giggle.

Tom seems to know I'm not going to let this drop as he sighs in resignation. "Okay, so if you must know, there was this girl at uni. Jacqueline was her name. She was totally out of my league." I raise an eyebrow at him. He continues after smirking. "Yes. That's right. There are women even out of Tom Fucking Hiddleston's league," then he hurries to add, "But, luckily, one of them decided that I might be worth having." He steps between my legs dangling from the counter and starts planting soft kisses on my neck.

"Get on with it, TW. Less with the kissy-kiss and more with the humiliation," I say, struggling to keep from losing myself in what he's doing to my neck. I feel Tom smiling, and I know he's enjoying this little game as much as I am. That's one of the things I love about him - he can be funny and self-deprecating, but it doesn't make him any less of a hot, sexy man.

"Okay," he sighs again as he pulls back slightly. "So one day she sat in front of me in class. I thought I was cool and all, coming up with a plan to casually smell her hair. So I dropped my pen so that it rolled up slightly beside her desk. I bent down to pick it up, intending to lean closer to her when I rose up to, you know, get a good whiff."

I sit on the edge of the counter, my arms draped around Tom's shoulders. I'm trying to keep an evil grin off of my face, but I'm failing miserably. I deadpan before I say, solemnly, "Go on."

Tom looks away from my eyes and down at the counter. "So, as I'm rising up, I close my eyes and breath in deeply. When I open my eyes, I see her staring at me as our faces are only a breath's width apart. It seemed when she saw my pen on the floor, she reached for it as well, putting her at a different angle to me than I anticipated. I sat up quickly, but not before she mumbled 'Perv' under her breath. I was so embarrassed, I never approached her again." Tom continues to hang his head in contrition, as if he's looking for forgiveness in some kind of messed-up confessional.

"Oh, Tom," I say, trying to sound genuinely sympathetic, but I feel a bubble of hysteric laughter rising inside me. "So that explains it."

"Explains what?" He asks, meeting my eyes again.

"Explains the woman in the row behind me the last time I saw one of your films in a theater. I wondered why she kept saying 'Perv' every time you appeared on screen." I smile at Tom innocently. He returns my smile, but it's anything but innocent.

"I suspect you like the 'Perv' in me," he says, looking down his nose at me. He has a look like he's about to eat me alive, but I'm saved by the kettle's whistle.

Tom sighs and turns toward the stove to make our tea. As he pours hot water in our mugs, I jump from the counter to stand behind him. I wrap my arms around his waist and hug him from behind. "You can sniff my hair anytime, Tom," I say against his back. Tom turns around in my arms to snuggle me.

"How about being a perv. Can I be a perv anytime?" He asks, rubbing his nose against my hair.

"No." 

"No?" Tom pulls back slightly to look into my eyes.

"Being a perv is not optional. It's a requirement," I respond, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him. Even at that, it requires Tom to bend slightly to meet my lips, which he does eagerly. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist.

"Since you put it that way, I think I need to get started on some of the depraved things I want to do to you."  With that, Tom kisses and sucks on my neck as he carries me down the hall to his bedroom.

"What about our tea?" I ask.

"We'll make more," Tom growls as I move around to rub myself against him. "Right now, there's another thirst I need to quench."

The next three weeks were the best of my life. I somehow managed to keep up with the show remotely, though the time difference was a bitch. Tom and I also participated via teleconferences with the film writing team. We had agreed to keep our relationship secret, so he would talk from his phone in one room while I was in another on my cell. Occasionally, I'd feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist and lips on my cheek, neck, or other regions. This is when I knew Tom had grown bored with the call, or he was feeling mischievous or horny.

One time when he found me in his office, he proceeded to lift me onto the desk then remove the yoga pants I had been wearing. I tried to maintain my composure as Tom began kissing the sensitive inside of my thighs. However, I lost it when he pressed his tongue against my clit, alternating between sucking and licking. I tried to pull away, but he held tightly to my hips and gave me an admonishing look with his eyes.

"I'm sorry to end the call, guys, but something just came up," I said as Tom moaned into me making me shiver. Everyone was saying their goodbyes as I ended the call, throwing my phone on the desk and burying my hands in Tom's hair to pull him deeper between my thighs.

Tom pulled away and stood, and I whimpered at the loss of contact. He stripped quickly from the sweats he had been wearing. He was wearing no underwear, and his erection was glorious.

"You know, Kenneth, I think you ended that call rather rudely," Tom said, stepping toward me again while taking my legs to spread the, wide to accommodate his hips.

"Well, it was either that, or give them an earful," I said, panting slightly as he began to rub his tip against my entrance and clit.

"I don't mind if you give me an earful," he says softly while filling me with one strong thrust. I close my eyes and moan. When I open them again, Tom is just starting to set our pace. The look on his face is one that I've seen before... at the Mexican restaurant in LA, in the terminal lounge before our flight to London. It's the look that I couldn't place before.

"What are you thinking?" I ask a little breathlessly.

Tom smiles a sweet smile at me. "It's not really a thought. It's a feeling," he says as he lifts my hips for better access. After a moment where he seems to fight a battle of control, he continues with the same look as before. "I love you, Kendall. I always have. I always will."

A tear sneaks out from under my lashes. Tom sees it and gently wipes it away with his thumb. We continue to meet each other's loving gaze as first I then Tom find our release. This time, though, there's more fulfillment, more contentment at knowing I've found my soulmate.