Hi. Uhm I don't really know what to say before I start writing a smut fanfic...it's my first fic so please bear with me. And i wrote it in the middle of the night...I'm sorry...
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You were so happy to visit London. It was a beautiful city, filled with life and a deep history, reminding you of your hometown but fascinating you a bit more. You've spent 3 days here already, but considering you've planned to stay for 2 weeks you've got enough time to explore EVERYTHING. You wouldn't know what to do there now, just after 3 days. Now, after sitting around in the hotel every evening, watching TV like a jerk, you decided to go out once in a while. You had the means and you looked up a few pretty places on the internet. Lazily, you stretched yourself on the bed and rolled up. You didn't need much time to get ready, you just got inside your pretty dress and put on eyeliner. With your shoulder long hair you didn't have to bother to make it look fabulous because you didn't really have much choices.
You grabbed your purse, checking if you've got the key, the money and your phone, and after everything was on the right place you exited your apartment. The taxi was already waiting for you in front of the hotel, ready to take you anywhere unless you had the money. You jumped inside and told the driver where you wanted to go. 10 minutes later you arrived in front of a huge entrance. You paid the driver and exited the taxi, hoping you didn't overestimate the amount of money you could spare this evening. You entered the bar and were welcomed by a strong smell of smoke and alcohol. You wondered if it was the right place to go after all...
You looked for a free table but weren't too much disappointed by having to stand at the bar. You were counting on it. You've ordered yourself a cocktail and sipped on it, looking around, watching the people and feeling kind of awkward. You ordered an other one and an other one. You were pretty resistant against alcohol but if you got drunk it really was hard, with head and stomachaches the next day. After the fourth drink you started to feel really funny, laughing about other people joking but still standing all alone. Maybe it was a bad idea to go out alone but now there was no turning back, and leaving wasn't going to make it better.
You still stood near the bar, the dimmed lights made you feel dizzy and you were very happy that the music wasn't too loud at this place. You turned to order an other drink when a tall figure came up to you, stopped near you and said: "I'm paying this charming lady her drink" The voice...It seemed familiar to you. You looked up but couldn't really recognize the person because of that damned dimmed light! "Ex-Excuse me, do we know each other?" You asked. That dizziness though..maybe you shouldn't have ordered another one. "No I don't think so. But I thought I would make you company. It isn't safe for a woman like you to be out alone" What? A woman like you? What did that mean?! The man payed for your drink and you were trying desperately to remember that beautiful voice, that perfect English accent...could it be...?
"Thank you very much for paying me the drink! How can I give it back to you?" You asked, not sure if you were trusting him, trying desperately to see into his face but he always stood in an angle you really couldn't get any sight of his face. He moved closer to you and said: "No harm done." Oh no, could it really be... "Excuse me sir, what is your name?" He finally turned to you completely and looked into your eyes. You thought you were going to splash that friggin drink all over you. It was HIM. "Hi, I'm Tom"
Tom Hiddleston
Your hands started shaking. You placed the drink on the bar and introduced yourself with a shaky voice: "Hi. I-I'm Jennifer" Tom grabbed your hand and kissed it softly. "Nice to meet you, milady." How was this happening? How could this be? You were out for a drink and there you got the man of your dreams coming up to hang out with you. You sighed silently as he kissed your hand, feeling his just growing beard tickle your skin softly. "So what are you doing here all alone, Jennifer?", he asked, sipping on his scotch. "I'm in London for my vacation and was bored so I decided to go somewhere...What are you doing here? I thought you wouldn't be going out to some bars in the evenings..." SHIT you just got yourself away. Tom grinned: "How would you know?" His hands were tracing the glass and you were hypnotized by them. "Well you know...", you started shyly, "I'm on youtube and tumblr you know so I know who you are...obviously...who doesn't.." Oh crap what was that? Why were you saying stuff like this? It must have been the alcohol. For sure. Tom laughed and your mind went crazy at his sweet "ehehehehe". "No need to be shy, I don't bite. I'm always glad to meet fans and actually chat with them. Especially gorgeous ones..." He sipped again and you felt your throat drying out completely. You sipped from your drink and regretted it immediately, feeling even more dizzy. "So how did you find me?" He looked down to you and answered: "I don't know. I've been sitting there for a while on my own and watching you, drinking all on your own as well. I thought you would be nice company." Thank god he wouldn't see you blushing now.
