Hiddleswift Drabbles

Complicated || Mature

It was summer for college student Taylor. While most students had headed back home for their time off, her plans had still remained involved with the University of New York. Technically.

Technically she was flying to Italy, where she would just so "happen" to meet up with her Professor, Mr.Hiddleston. A history professor who had grown quite fond of her and her own interest in world religions. Which soon lead to extensive conversations on why religion should not guid war or government, rather logic and and experience. Their first night over stepping the boundaries of a teacher and student relationship was the two of them sharing their thoughts over the same topic, until their conversation lead to human nature vs. nurture. Their conversations went into depths about topics Taylor couldn't get from her friends who preferred to talk about the latest drama of their break ups. Parties she use to get dragged into were now a thing of the past as she was spending more time with her professor.

"Come to Rome with me. I've wanted to go for quite some time and I want you there with me." His thick accent begged with his smile she couldn't quite say no to. Taylor gnawed at her lip nervously and stared at the red wine that was being sloshed around in her glass. When her blue orbs returned back to him a sheepish smile was enough to answer his question.

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"I can't believe I'm in Italy." Taylor gushes as she pushes her way through a heavy hotel door. Tom has insisted on taking them for her but she had insisted otherwise. However, now that she was clearly struggling to hold the door open and carry her things at the same time, Tom grabs her belongings. She gave him a look but a smile soon followed. "You didn't have to do that."

Tom waves her off before taking everything to the closet. A sudden gasps comes out, causing the man to spin around to find the source of it. The source turns out to be a tray of chocolate covered strawberries and a greeting card from the hotel. "You can have them all, love."

"You don't want one?" By the time he finishes pushing the suitcases away and turned back around she has a mouthful of strawberry and chocolate. Her hand is quick to cover her mouth as a chuckle leaves his lips. With a shake of his head Taylor is already knitting her brows. "They're amazing. Eat one." She mumbles through the treat.

He chuckles once more, "No. Us old people have to watch what we eat."

"Oh shut up, you aren't old." Taylor argues his case while grabbing a strawberry from the tray.

"Taylor.." He says as he sits on the edge of the bed with a humored smile.

"Tom." She says mockingly, coming closer until she's standing right before him.

"No, Love."

"Yes, love." She pushes the sweet forward.

Tom rolls his tongue over his cheek. He hasn't quite figured out how to tell her no either. With this he opens his mouth and to no surprise Taylor welcomes victory with a grin. She holds the strawberry by the green leafy stems and places it on top of his bottom row of teeth. His teeth break the coating of chocolate before sinking into the juicy, sweetness of the fruit.

Taylor bites her lips, letting her tongue run along it as she does.

Tom reaches his hands out to gently slide around her thighs. When Taylor let's her knees fall to the mattress on either side of his thighs, all she does is stare at him without a word. His hand now goes for the other half of the strawberry and pops it over to the nightstand.

"Happy?" He asks with his brow raised.

"Extremely."

Her hands traveled up his chest that was fitting a white, formal shirt. The first two buttons were undone, making the others. too desirable to undo. Taylor's hands travel upwards until her hands cupped his cheeks. Her head instantly dropped down as their lips collided.

Tom's hands traveled up her thighs, over the skirt of her dress, and to the small of her back. There had been a sexual tension between the two for a month. the buzz of wine alway called for more than a conversation of human nature, and rather a hands on of the human anatomy.

Her right hand moved from his cheek to around the back of his head, running long fingers through his hair and tugging slightly. His tongue pushed at her lips, begging for an entrance to be given, and it was. Their tongues battled for dominance as their hands began to feverishly pull at one another's hair and clothing.

Soon his back is hitting the plush comforter. Their lips separate to breathe.

"I've wanted to do that for a very long time." Taylor breathes heavily.

Tome stays quiet for Taylor to begin to wonder if he's thinking differently.

"Have you thought about me? Did you have this in mind when we planned this trip?"

He says no words but his sudden eye diversion answers the question.

"I did." She says.

HIs eyes return back to hers, "I shouldn't.." Tom begins.

"I want you to." She interjects quickly, "No one has to know."

"I do..I just.."

"Prove it." She says confidently.

That's all he needs before he's putting an arm around her back and lifting her up, only to push her back into the bed. Her head plops down on the pillow and a satisfied smile comes across the young woman's face.

Tom leans down with both forearms on either side of her head. Their lips reconnect momentarily before his lips travel to her neck. He's find a specific interest there once a small gasps bellows from her lips. Taylor's hands are grab his hand in her fists, pulling until it slips free. Her hands instantly run under, feeling his skin beneath her palms then letting her nails trail back down.

His lips travel further down until they've reached what little patches of her collar bone they can kiss. His hands bunch up the bottom of her yellow dress before pushing it up.She helps by lifting her butt then arching her back. Once the yellow fabric is swept to the side she's left in matching black bra and panties.

Taylor takes this time to unbutton a few buttons so his shirt can pull over his head. Her arms wrap around his neck to pull him down. They kiss but it's nowhere as long or deep as the first one. It's hurried and needy.

The rest of the clothes were discarded between muffled moans, heated kissing, and scraping of nails on skin.

Tom is hovered over a bare Taylor, breathing heavy as he places a sweet kiss to her lips. His thumb runs over her cheek before letting out one more uneven breath. "I want you."

"Have me." Her voice is husk before leaning up to steal another kiss.

He sits up between her legs, running a warm hand up her thigh before directing himself inside.

After holding off for as long as she can, her body begins to physically give in. Her thighs that are now in Tom's firm grip begin to tremble. Her breath begins to shallow with each thrust. Her back arches sharply as a a deep moan blurts out loudly. The sheets become victim to her fists that have become white at the knuckles. Her arching body is soon met with his chest as he bends over her. Her nails dig into his back as she completely gives into the pleasure. A swear is mumbled into his neck.

Tom hits his own climax before collapsing to her side, staring at the ceiling as both catch their breath.

Taylor runs her fingers through her hair before sitting up and looking at him. A grin comes over his face before leaning half way on his chest. "Now I know why you became a professor."

Tom knits his brows, "No, no, no. This was not why."

Taylor smirks, "Sure it was. Then you could quiz me afterwards."

Tom tilts his head, "on what?"

"How big is the Eiffel tower." she remarks with an even bigger smirk.

Tom tried to find the joke in the question and when he finally does he quickly covers his face, "You didn't." Her groans.