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

Who's at the door ?

*Bree*
As I open the door I am instantly met by blue eyes, eyes that have been following me most of the evening. Without a word Tom grabs my chin and his lips are colliding with mine, kissing my eagerly and with so much passion that I almost lose my footing.

"Well that took you long enough". I gasp as he pulls away from me, his eyes are glaring into mine, an angry sparkle to them.

"Who the hell was that guy ?" He snaps almost instantly, slamming the door behind him, stepping closer to me.

I take a step back and refuses to answer him but shoots back. "Who the hell was that woman ?"

Why is he so mad all of a sudden ? He seemed so calm at the restaurant, apart from a few glances at Darren.

"Please answer my question Bree, who is he ?" He is halfway yelling at me, and I would be lying if I said he wasn't damned sexy when he is angry, because he is.

I cross my arms in a very childish way, he has no right to push me around like that. "Answer mine first Tom".

"She is no one, just a friend of a friend. Now who was that guy ? And why was he looking at you like that the whole evening ?" He is slightly panting, obviously out of breath because he is yelling, but it doesn't make him lower his voice.

"Looking at me like what ?" I have no idea what he is talking about, and why he seems so distraught.

His lips are pressed together in a thin line and he seems to have to press the words out, the way his jaw is clenched is making me insane. "Like he was basically undressing you with his eyes".

I have to swallow hard before being able to answer him. "He wasn't looking at me like that at all. Your date on the other hand was clearly already fucking you in her mind".

I lash out at him, because well if he can do it, so can I.

"Oh please she wasn't, and how would you notice any way, your eyes was glued to that douchebags face". The way he narrow his eyes at me is just so fucking sexy.

"They were not and don't call him douchebag. Darren happens to be a nice guy and frankly you are the one being a douche right now". I spit at him.

By now I am just about as angry at him as he is at me. Whatever reason it is he thinks he has for being angry with me, it's not justified, but mine are.

"Please just leave Tom, I don't have the energy to talk to you like this. I'm going to take a shower and then go to bed, so please leave now". I point him towards the door, but he doesn't move a millimetre, all he does is staring angrily at me.

"I am not leaving before you tell what you were doing with that guy". His voice is raised again, sending shivers down my spine.

"Fine if you won't leave then I will, please see yourself out when you are done". I turn around, about to stomp of, but he grabs me, his long fingers wrapping around my wrist tightly.

It reminds me of the way he has grabbed me only when we were intimate and it sends a jolt through me. His eyes filled with anger and despair. "Bree".

"What Tom ? What do you want me to say ? Do you want me to say that he fucked me ? Is that what you want to hear ?" Me snapping at him makes him let go of my arm.

His eyes are glaring into mine and his jaw is clenched tightly, but I am way too angry to even notice right now. "Well come on Tom, tell me. What is it you want ? For me to tell you how he fucked me really good.. Better than you ever did".

Before I am even finished with my rambling, he has stepped forward, and as he grabs me and his lips crashes wildly down on mine again. His large hands is at my waist, squeezing into my hips, causing me to moan into the kiss.

His hands are running up under my blouse, suddenly he rips it of with one fast move, causing buttons to fly everywhere. When he moves his hands down my sides it is like some kind of reflex, that I wrap one leg around his waist, making him pick me up, wrapping my other leg around him.

My back hits the wall hard and I bite down on his lip, causing him to moan into my mouth.

"Bree". My name sounds more like a groan, doing wicked things to me, and his hard erection pressing into me aren't helping, neither is him whispering. "I need you so much right now".

"Then shut up and take me for God's sake". I barely finish my sentence before my panties is ripped of and his pants is opened, seconds later he thrusts into me, giving me exactly what I asked for.