A Collection of Odds & Ends

Charity Case (Tom Hardy)

After much debate, I have penned my first Tom Hardy fic. Excuse my smut, it still needs refreshed and work.

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"Wish me luck." Were the last words you spoke to your best friend, as you sauntered over to the man holding an adorable black puppy.

Tom Hardy, actor.

You remembered the event coordinator telling you this earlier. He was a supporter, giving a lot of money to the dog adoption event. You learned that he had picked up the black lab puppy, for his son. How sweet! You remembered the thought passing you through your mind and maybe even your lips as you spoke with Tom. The events were the stuff your nightmares were made of, rich people pretending to care about a cause. Talking at you, never to you, and never paying attention to the event unless a camera was in their face. It was your own personal hell, but the pay was good.

When you walked over to speak with Tom, you automatically took notice to the shyness he held toward you. After several minutes, you realized that he was even talking to you, not at you. A relief. His easy manner and relaxed smile was enough to make you momentarily enjoy your job. A new concept, a rich man fronting cash, because he actually cared about the cause and the event. He was thrilled to tell you about the bundle of black fur in his arms.

The more he spoke, the more you seemed to be pulled in by his humor and adorable accent. His smile was genuine and his words passionate. All little factors that led you to this moment, the moment in time, when you felt like your heart was going to jack hammer out of your chest with sheer ecstasy. Your thoughts were muddled and your body on fire. While you held morals and standards, it didn't take much convincing for you to follow him back to his hotel, after the event. A few right words, a couple of glances, and a mischievous smirk – you were powerless to decline.

"You find the room, alright, love?" Tom asked, opening the door as soon as you had knocked.

"No problems at all." You countered, stepping inside as the door was closed behind you.

You're here, with only one intention and it isn't to make small talk. Taking your bag and dropping it next to the door, you step further into the plush hotel room. For a man such as Tom, his temporary dwellings sure are humble. Most of these people have you booking entire floors, suites, and penthouses for events. Again, you take a moment to appreciate how laid back this man is.

You take delight in knowing the man who asked you here, isn't looking for awkward small talk either. Behind you, his hands hold firm to your hips, his gorgeous thick lips on your neck. Your head falls to the side and you reach to cover his hands with yours, holding them in place.

"I'm glad you showed up." his voice almost tickles your senses.

As are you! Although you had never once considered not showing up.

You take notice of how shockingly smooth his hands are, as they guide over your bare arms, undoing the zipper in the back of your dress. A chill shudders through you, when his finger tips brush the bare skin of your back, as he tugs the zipper on your dress allowing the stuffy material to release your body. It was a pretty dress, but you were more than happy to be out of it. Tom hums to himself and moves in front of you. You noticed that once he got you alone, he was a man of few words.

Words are fine, but not really needed in this situation. He can say everything he needs to, just by the way he looks or touches your skin. It's a mix between being a little intimidating and entirely too sexy. You enjoy that he doesn't even have to speak, for you to know how he is feeling in the moment. Biting your lip under his intense gaze, you shift a little feeling a tiny bit uneasy. Silly. You lift a hand and place it on your collar bone, as if it will shield you from his gaze. You're way more confident than this! You know you look good and yet this shy little girl has found her way into your thoughts.