Tom Hiddleston Imagines

Homecoming

You awake with a start for the third time that night. you reach over and find nothing but the cool, empty sheets. You sigh. He's been away for over two weeks now and you're still not used to it. Your husband, Tom Hiddleston, had been cast in a movie that was filming in India. He promised he would call every chance he got, but so far that's been only twice.

You look at the clock; 6:30. You sigh. You don't want to get up now, but you don't think you can get to sleep again. The nightmares have become too much. Every night they come to haunt your sleep. Tom would always wrap his arms around you and comfort you until you fall back asleep, but with Tom gone, all you can do is lie awake until exhaustion finally gets the best of you and you fall asleep.

You decide to get up and make yourself some tea. You snuggle up in a blanket on the couch and pick up a book from the coffee table. You try to focus on the words on the page, but your exhaustion overpowers you and eventually you fall back asleep.

You awake again, this time to the sound of the phone ringing. You get up, rubbing your eyes, and answer it. "Hello?" Your voice is raspy from sleep. "Good morning, darling." There's no mistaking the beautiful voice on the other end. "Tom!" You almost shout. "Hello, my love. How are you?" "I'm great now!" Your cheeks hurt from how much you're smiling. "I miss you so much, Tom." "I miss you too, love. But don't worry, I'll get a break soon and I'll come straight home to be with you."

The doorbell rings. You walk toward the door, still chatting with Tom. "One second." You say as you open the door. Tom stands on the step, suitcase in one hand, the other hand hidden behind his back. "Tom..." Your voice barely a whisper. He steps inside, shuts the door behind him, drops his suitcase to the floor, and wraps his free arm around you. Your arms wrap around his neck and hold him tight.

"Darling, you have to let me breathe." He says with a chuckle. "Right. Sorry." You say as you pull away from him. You stand staring at each other for a minute before he speaks again, "oh, I almost forgot. I brought you something." He said as he pulled a bouquet of brightly coloured flowers from behind his back. Your smile grows larger as you take them from his hand and breathe in their sweet scent. "Let's put those in some water." He suggests. You nod and walk to the kitchen. You find a vase, fill it with water, and put the flowers in.

You feel his arms wrap around you waist from behind and his chin rests on your shoulder. "I love you, my darling." He whispers in your ear, his breath tickling you, causing you to shiver. He kisses your neck then makes his way up to your cheek. He turns you around to face him and presses his lips against yours, his tongue finding its way into your mouth. Your fingers wind into his hair and his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

He lifts you up onto the counter and you feel his hands in the waistband of your pyjama bottoms. Your lips still locked together, you place your hands on the counter and lift yourself up slightly so he can slide them down your legs to the floor. One hand trails up your back to your shoulders, keeping you pressed against his lips, while the other slides between your legs, under the fabric of your panties, and starts rubbing small circles on your clit.

You moan and pull away from his mouth as you feel the heat between your legs rising. You grasp his shoulders and gasp as you reach your climax. Tom pulls his fingers out of you and rests his forehead against yours and chuckles. He kisses you on the tip of your nose then goes for your cheek. He kisses down your jawline to your neck where he bites down lightly, causing you to squeal.

Your hands go to the waistband of this jeans and you undo the button and zipper. His jeans fall to the floor and you reach for the hem of his boxers. He stops you, clasping your hand in his. "Not in the kitchen, dear. It's unsanitary." He smiles as he scoops you up and carries you to the bed. You reach once again for his boxers and this time he allows you to pull them off of him, revealing his growing erection.

He climbs on top of you and slides your panties down and off and tosses them to the floor. He eases himself into you. You moan and grab his arms. He works his way in and out of you, slowly at first, then gradually getting faster. You press your head back into the pillow and your grip on his arms tightens as you get closer to your climax. Tom quickens even more, seeking pleasure for himself. You gasp as you reach your climax. Tom's comes seconds after yours and he collapses on top of you.

He pushes himself up on one elbow and runs a hand through your hair. He presses his lips against yours for a moment then pulls back, smiling at you. "I have a surprise for you, dear." He reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper. He hands it to you and you unfold it with shaky fingers. You gasp. It's a plane ticket to India! You look up at Tom with a questioning look. "They're letting me bring you along!" He grins. "They said you could stay as long as you wish as long as you don't disrupt and of the filming process."

You stare at him in shock for a moment until finally wrapping your arms around his neck. He laughs and wraps his arms around your shoulders. "We have to leave tomorrow afternoon, so you'd better start packing." You smile and kiss him one more time before jumping up to get your suitcase and get ready for your flight tomorrow.