Before The After (Tom Hiddleston Fan-Fic)

Chapter 24 - Part 2

Took a little longer than promised, but God I hope it's worth it. Please enjoy.

-Bea x

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Tom's Perspective

Panting and shaking, our bodies glistening with a fine layer of sweat, we were both silent as we fell from our much needed high. Kate, who was still straddling my lap, let out a contented sigh and her breath sent shivers down my spine. Her walls still partially clenched around me, I pulled her even tighter to my torso, her hands splayed across my chest. She kissed my collar bone quietly before laying he her head back on my shoulder. I could feel her eyelashes flutter closed against my neck. I closed my eyes, my finger running trails along the exposed part of her back where I'd unzipped her dress.

"God, Tom," she whimpered softly, sounding like she was still in a bit of a daze. "We're a mess."

I grinned with my eyes still closed, chuckling. "We'll have to clean ourselves up. I imagine we'll be arriving shortly."

"Oh, no! Thomas, we can't go anywhere like this. My hair probably all kinds of crazy now." Kate giggles and her round stomach moves against my flat one. I grin, rubbing her back lazily.

"Your hair? What about my shirt?" I pretend to whine. "This is a very expensive shirt, love, and you ripped one of my buttons."

"Oh, please, they were already straining, so it didn't take much. Besides, that button was payback for my underwear." She defended stubbornly, but I could hear the grin in her voice. "Those were my favorite maternity pair."

Another laughed bubbled up in my chest and I opened my eyes, looking around the mussed cabin. My waist coat and jacket along with Kate's bra had been thrown to the other side of the small compartment, with the food tray overturned on the floor and shoes and clutches littering the rest of the space. Somewhere, amid it all, were Kate's black lace maternity lingerie panties that had been ripped in half in our pursuit to finally have each other.

I bit my lip, smirking. "They were my favorite, too, actually." I confessed softly, earning a laugh. I pressed my lips to the top of her head. "I'll make it up to you later."

She moved to sit up, rolling her hips against mine accidentally and I groaned, hardening again since I was still deep inside her. But she wasn't trying to tease. Kate put her forehead on mine before leaning back away from me, her eyebrows raised as she smoothed her delicate hands down my chest. Then she was buttoning my shirt.

"You'll get me another pair?" She asked, smiling.

A flash of hurt pierced me as her response registered. That hadn't been what I was talking about at all. But I smiled anyway, nodding as I reached around to tug the zipper of her dress back up.

"Sure, of course." I shrugged, hoping my disappoint wasn't too obvious. "Not exactly what I meant, but yes, of course."

"Thomas..."

I started to shake my head, not wanting to spoil the moment with my mixed emotions. I had been grateful for the intimacy we'd just shared. I'd be damned if I ruined it now with something as small as a few hurt feelings that could be resolved at a later time. An argument meant delaying the progress we'd just made, and I definitely didn't want that. "It's fine, please, darling. Don't worry about it."

"Ohh." She exhaled, looking up at me knowingly. I stared back at her evenly. She had finished buttoning my shirt by then, her fingers hooked underneath my chin, forcing me to look at her. "You meant--"