Before The After (Tom Hiddleston Fan-Fic)

Chapter 6

Kate's POV

THREE HOURS LATER.

"Oh God. I think I'm going to pass out." Tom breathed l, slumping into the park bench, his shades only halfway covering his distraught expression. I laughed a little.

"I told you I had something to show you." He sighed, a smile tugging at his lips. He pulled the shades off of his face, regarding the clear sky.

"Yes, but love, you must've known that I was not prepared for that."

I raised an eyebrow. "If I'd of known that you didn't like horror movies I would have never shown that to you." Tom smirked.

"It's not that I don't like them..." He trailed off. I sat up and straightened my hat. I laughed again, moving to sit on his lap.

"What is it then?" I whispered, sliding my arm around his neck. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer,frowning in deep thought.

I rolled my eyes. "You don't like them." I repeated after he continued to "think". He laughed, making me join him.

"I've never been one for gory, old, horror shows that make you get those terrible bumps all over you from the anxiety." He said.

"Goosebumps?" I asked. He smiled.

"That is the weirdest word for them, but, yes, Kate." I blew a raspberry.

"BUT HOWWW???" He shrugged. "Tom, they're classics." He only shook his ginger-blonde head, his eyes shining with a suppressed amusement.

"You have an interesting choice in film, my dear." He laughed, smacking my thigh, making me jump off him. He smirked and stood. I interlaced my fingers with his and he looked down at them. My caramel colored fingers interlaced with the his smooth pale ones.

"Is this not the best part?" He whispered, his blue eyes seeming to have discover some revelatory truth.

I raised an eyebrow carefully. "Mmmm?" I looked up at him.

"The best... the best part about being in a real relationship with someone isn't really the making love, though that may be fairly enjoyable, or the making out, which is also fun. But it's the parts in between, isn't it? It's those parts... that.. Hmmm. The parts where you just sit and talk for hours. The parts where you gaze at each other in a wonderful silence. The parts where you are content with holding hands."

I couldn't speak. I blinked, amazed. And, of course, Tom took this the wrong way. He smiled a little.

"I'm sorry. I just... I'm a bit of a hopeless romantic." I shook my head, pulling him towards me.

"No. No, don't, don't apologize." I kissed his cheek. "You're incredible. Believe me. You have the most perfect way of putting things." I whispered in his ear. He shivered, pulling back. I smiled when I saw him blush.

"Hmm. And the hopeless romantic bit?" He asked dubiously.

I shrugged, dusting away a small piece of lint from his jacket. "I think you're perfect. And that you are hot. In every way."

Tom is blushing furiously. I giggle and pull him along.

Now who's speechless?

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"Why are you about to hail a cab?" Tom asked me, curiously. I bit my lip, and Tom smiled.

"I think that a cab would get there faster." I lied.

Tom crossed his arms. "Darling."

"And, plus, the place I'm taking you to, it's just around the corner."

"Well, love, if it's 'just around the corner', we could just walk."

I waved my hand in the air for another ten seconds, Tom standing a few feet away, watching me look like a fool.

"Kate."

I turned around and huffed. "Alright." I said. "I lost the car." I mumbled. I watched Tom raise his eyebrows and I turned away from his tall form, finally getting a stupid car to come over. Tom laughed and came over to me.

"Oh, love. It's alright. I could tell that you'd lost the car when we went around the block for a solid thirty minutes." I tensed. Damn, he'd noticed.

Very observant, this one.

I only rolled my eyes. "Babe, are you making fun?" Tom laughs.

"Only a little, darling, but I'll stop." He opened the door to the cab for me before sliding inside.

I watched Tom close the door, glaring. He looked at me and then quickly looked away, trying to hide his smile. He was very unsuccessful.

"Address?" The cabbie asked us, turning around. I wondered if he recognized Tom, but I don't think he did. He was a little too distracted by the fact that I really wasn't wearing much of a shirt under my business jacket.

Tom cleared his throat, snapping his fingers. "Her eyes are up there, mate." He said, firmly. I frowned at the cabbie but nodded.

"Right. Well, how about you just keep your eyes on the road and I just give you the directions? Hm?" He rolled his eyes but turned back towards the road.

Tom took his eyes off of the perverted driver and gave me a side glance, smiling. "Are you taking me to another surprise location?" He asked, sounding as giddy as a little kid in a candy store.

I played it off, shrugging. "Um, I'm trying to decide. I can't really get over the fact that you let me walk around searching for a car that you knew the location of." He chuckled.

Damn that adorable ehehehehe. I tried to ignore the way his tongue peeked out in between his perfect teeth.

"You're adorable when you're lost, Kate. And, also, in my defense, I've no idea where the car is either. I just have the number of the driver."

He groaned, wiping a hand over his face. "That makes it, uh, worse, doesn't it?"

I puckered my lips, nodding. "Pretty much. Make a left here." I said to the driver.

Tom grabbed my hand, putting his head on my shoulder. His big eyes staring up at me.

"Oh, dear God. Why are your eyes so blue?" He pouted up at me. "Oh, it-it actually hurts to look at them."

"I know." His deep voice rumbled. "Makes it impossible for those I truly care for to stay mad at me."

I snickered. "Whatever. Keep going straight until you hit this next light. Then you'll make a right."

Tom sat up, kissing my cheek. He looks severely confused. "Hmm. Strange. That usually does the trick."

I laugh, squeezing his hand. "It's fun to make you beg." I said softly, looking at him. He frowned.

"That's not fair." I pulled my hair onto my shoulder.

"All's fair in love and chocolate." I hinted. I turned to Tom whose eyes lit up.

"Are we going to a chocolate shop, Kate?" I smiled warmly. "Because although that would be nice, I could get in major trouble with my fitness coach." I rolled my eyes and pat his knee.

"Live a little, Tom."

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