True (Tom Hiddleston)

No Strings Attached

Song for chapter: Drive By Miley Cyrus

Song for smut: Love Money Party by Miley Cyrus

When we arrive at Rob's apartment, I hop out of the car and rush to the apartment door so I can finally get that drink.

"Slow down, Tiger!" Rob laughs as he inserts the golden key into the lock into the door and clicks the door open. The apartment is quiet dull. The walls are all a cream color, a couch, a 45' HD TV, a small kitchen all the basic appliances and one bedroom which I can't see into.

"So this is the marvelous home?" I ask sitting down at a small table by a window that looks out onto the London skyline.

"Yeah, hehe, I guess you could say that." Rob laughs as he grabs 2 Samuel Adams' from the fridge.

"Ohh, I love me some Samuel Adams'!" I exclaim as I pop the cap off by slamming my palm on the top of the cap as the bottle sits on an angle against the edge of the table.

"You came to the right place, it's my favorite. Hard to come by here in London, everytime I go to visit my parents I grab as much as I can and ship it too myself since TSA regulations band me from bringing them over." Rob says leaning back in his chair, "Can you explain that whole thing back there with your teacher?"

"Long story short, I accidentally slept with him after a long night out, and he is being an asshole about it." I remark as I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. I swipe it out and see the text I was dreading.

From: 3841037193

This is Tom.

Come to my place

524 Davidson Blvd.

-Tom

I give an exasperated sigh and reply angrily at him.

To: Tom

NO! I DONT WANT TO! ANYWAY YOUR AN ASSHOLE JUST LEAVE ME ALONE.

-Alyssa

"Wow, he already texted you by your facial expression." Rob laughs as he takes another swig of his beer and scoots closer.

"Yeah, that annoying dick is going to get it." I complain as I get to the halfway mark of my beer.

"Whoa, slow down, your a bit of a light weight, one of those you will be halfway gone!" Rob raises his eyebrows in surprise at my alcohol tolerance so far.

"Ha. Ha. I think you would be surprised how much I can take!" I brag. A second later I feel a hand going up my thigh, I jolt up, "What do you think you're doing!!" I exclaim jumping up, preparing to leave.

"Making a move! Why else would you agree to come over here?" Rob says, looking very confused with his eyebrows all knitted together.

"NO! I came here because I thought you actually wanted to talk. But that's my fault thinking a guy could think about something other than getting into my pants!" I grab my purse and stomp off leaving my great drink at the table.

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Navigating through the London streets I feel alone and broken inside, for one second I thought I had another friend. But whatever. The rain starts to pound the ground and drench every inch of my clothes.

"Shit. Really?" I scream up at the sky, earning me a few odd glances. I realize I'm 30 minutes out from Bex's, There is one place I could go? I think as I begin to navigate my way to 524 Davidson Blvd. When I finally reach the door I knock, raindrops falling off every rift on my body, a warm face invites me in.

"Hello there, I knew you would come back." Tom brings my broken self into the house.

"Shut up. I'm here because the rain is hampering me from going anywhere." I roll my eyes at him.

"Oh, nice vocabulary there Miss Alyssa." Tom smiles and small eye crinkles form, God he is gorgeous. No stop it, you can't like him, mhm yes you can! I debate with my internal self, "can I interest you in anything? Tea? Water? Jack Daniels?" Tom laughs, God that laugh. I feel vulnerable and one man was willing to help that.

"Actually I came to talk." I decide as I raise my eyebrows. Tom sits up and straightens his white top and plaid pajama pants.

"About what?" Tom knits his perfectly shaped eyebrows.

"Us. Look, you don't want any emotion with this and neither do I. So maybe, " I scoot closer to him, my soaking wet body inches from him, "we can have a Deal." I suggest.

"No strings attached?" Tom asks as i begin want him more and more.

"No. Strings. Attached." I smile.

"Well then, we should get those wet clothes off." Tom laughs as his lips collide with mine, releasing a pleasure shiver throughout my wet body. He peels the wet shirt off of me, along with the bra, gently kneading my breasts, I slowly drag my hands across his muscular chest. I tackle him to the floor, I land on top of him, but his torso comes up and hugs me with kisses. Tom's posture not failing at all, he begins to nibble at my neck and I moan. We pause for a second so I can rip off his shirt. His kisses start in the precipice between my breasts.

"Mhmm." Tom moans as I play with the out line of his pants, a bulge forming in the middle. The warm buzz in between my legs grows infinitely stronger.

"Can I just take your pants off already?" I say between gasps, my voice full of lust. Tom rolls on top of me and shimmies the pants off of himself. My mouth connected with his, and the best part is, there is no emotion.