The groom and the maid of honor (a Tom Hiddleston story)

Not remembering.. or maybe they do

2 weeks later
*Bree*
We have just boarded the plane for New York, actually it has been easier to work with Tom than I had expected, he mostly just do as he is told without to much fuss.

But we really haven't had time to talk, but right now we have a long flight without much to do. There are only one more passenger on business class, and he has his earbuds in.

When the plane has taken of Tom suddenly looks at me all seriously. "Bree, I am sorry for what happened back then, I shouldn't have lied, I don't know what got into me".

"Well me neither, but it is the past, let's just forget it. Honestly I really don't remember most of it, I must have been more drunk than I realised". I don't know why I am lying, I remember every sorted detail, still now after 2,5 years.

A look I quite can't read runs over his face for a second, then he says. "Nah me either actually, it is kind of fuzzy".

"Well it was a mistake, we have both paid for it, so lets handle it like adults, but no one can know okay ?" I say.

He sends me a small smile and nods slowly. "Right, no one should know, what happens in Hawaii will stay in Hawaii".

"And that will never happen again. It was just a one time thing". I mumble and holds out my hand to him.

"Right ?" I ask waiting for him to shake my hand and kind of seal the deal, so we can go forward from here.

For a few seconds he is just looking at me with those big beautiful eyes, then he clears his throat and grabs my hand, shaking it. "Right".

The touch of his hand immediately sends a shiver down my spine, a smirk plays on his lips, making me wonder whether he felt it to or if he knows what I am thinking.

"This is it then, purely working together from now". He says, my hand still in his, neither of us wanting to let go for some reason.

"It won't happen again". I mumble, my voice silent and barely audible as I seem to get lost in his eyes for just a moment in time. "End of story".

Tom starts watching a movie and I try to read my book, but suddenly I can't stop thinking about that night. His warm lips on my skin, his long fingers touching me, leaving burning trails. Our hot, sweaty bodies moving in a perfect sync. The intense pleasure.

I can almost feel his kisses on my skin, his lips, his nose rubbing against mine as he bites my lip with passion and complete desire, the thoughts are sending a shiver down my spine. STOP THINKING ABOUT IT BREE.

"You look a little pale, can I get you something to drink ?" Tom is suddenly asking me, actually looking at me with concern.

"No, I'm fine". I manage to stutter out, as I shake my head, clenching my thighs. God this is a disaster.

*Tom*
I don't know why I lied about remembering, maybe because she said she didn't remember, I remember every little detail, it had been beyond amazing to be honest.

And after talking about it I spend the rest of the flight fighting my mind from going on wild rabbit trails, watching a movie but not really seeing it, my mind keeps slipping to the sound of her moaning and the sight of her naked body.

I keep fidgeting in my seat, trying to hold my body under control, it would be quite embarrassing if my thoughts showed physically.

When we finally arrive in New York, I just want to get to my room and have a long shower, clearing my mind.

We take a taxi to the hotel, and we are sitting dangerously close, my leg brushing against her with every bump or turn, sending sparks through me. What is happening here ?

I end up digging my nails into the seat and when the taxi drive up in front of the hotel I am beyond relieved. I almost jump out the car, grabbing both our bags from the trunk.

I check us in, getting our room keys, in the elevator we both stand tense and awkward. I walk her to her room and put her bag inside the door.

"See you tomorrow Bree". I say with a strained smile and kisses her cheek, before hurrying of for my own room.

*Bree*
The relief I feel after I close my door behind myself is immense. He is gone and I am alone. Within a few seconds I immediately felt a thousand times less tense.

I breathe in deeply, I think I will unpack and then go take a good cold shower, I need to get this feeling washed of.

I let myself sink down on the floor, needing to collect my thoughts, we got it out of the way, now I need to stop thinking about it. I have to work with him professionally, I can't go around imagining him naked.

After about 15 minutes I get up, I think I will start with the shower, I can unpack later, but after only a couple of steps there is a knock on my door and I stop in my track.

I move my bag aside and open the door, wondering if it is someone from the hotel, but it is Tom standing outside.

My eyes widens instantly once they lock with his. His breathing seems out of control as he narrows his eyes at me.

"Tom ? What are you doing here ? Did you forget anything ?" I ask him confused, frowning a bit.

"Just this". He takes a quick step forward, pushing the door closed with his foot, cupping my face with his hand and within a split second our lips lock.