Will he Love me ? (A Tom Hiddleston/Benedict Cumberbatch story)

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ?"

*Tom POV*
"Stop, oh God stop, no don't stop, shit what are you doing you .. you scundrel". Ginny is giggling, squealing and moaning, as I nipple on her thigh and then lift up her skirt, placing my mouth rigth on her center, blowing hot air through her panties.
I chuckle, grabbing her around her waist, smirking at her. "Really ? Did you actually really call me a scundrel ?"
"Yes I did and you are". She says and I kind of tackle her, tickling and kissing her in equal parts, making her writhe wildly, giggling so hard she almost can't breathe.
I have her shirt pulled up and blow rasberries on her tummy, and she looks a me, her eyes shining and her voice loving. "You are absolutely crazy".
"Might be, but admit you love it". I say, and she ruffles up my hair, then she pulls me up to kiss me softly, and I happily comply.
Her phone buzzes and she grabs it, reading the text. "Oh seems like we got the apartment all to ourselves tonight, India is sleeping at her friends place".
"Well I am not going to complain, because then I don't have to worry about what sounds you make". I say grinning, and she shakes her head giggling.
But then she turns a bit more serious, asking me. "Do you think she is better ? That she is getting over him ?"
"Honestly I don't think it will happen just like that, I think she is hiding it because she don't want to make you upset". I feel I need to be honest with Ginny here.
She sighs and snuggle into me. "I just wish I didn't have to be so complicated, that she could just have fallen in love with some young kid her own age".
"Yeah it would definitely have been easier for everyone, but we just don't control our hearts like that". I say softly, kissing the top of her head.

*India POV*
I am laying with my head on Ben's chest, drawing little figures on his stomach, while his fingers slowly runs through my hair and we watch a movie, I borrowed a T-shirt from him and I am wearing that with my panties and he is only wearing his boxers.
This is heaven to me, it feels so real, so perfect and like we are just a normal couple, and honestly I don't think about the age difference, to me he is perfect in any way, I don't care about what year his passport says.
His fingers starts trailing up my side, the T-shirt getting pulles with and I close my eyes, the soft tips of his fingers on my skin feel so good.
Then he swiftly pull of the shirt, his eyes running over me, I love the way he looks at me, it makes me feel beautiful, his voice a soft whisper. "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: rough winds do shake the darling buds of may, and summer's lease hath all to short a date: sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines, and often his gold complexion dimmed; and every fair froom fair sometimes decline, by chance or nature's changing course untrimmed: but thy eternat summer shall not fade, nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade, when in eternal lines to time thou grow'st: so long as men can breathe or eyes cab see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee".
"Oh Ben that was beautiful". When I visited him he would often recite Shakespeare to me, and he knows that this is my favorite sonate, I could listen to him like this for hours, his voice so smooth and deep, sending thrills through me.
He is slowly leaving heated kisses down over my body, his voice getting a rough edge to it. "Not nearly as beautiful as you".
My heart is soring, and honestly beating like crazy when his warm mouth find my nipple and start teasing it, my hands grapping his strong shoulders, feeling the muscles tense under my fingertips.
I feel his mouth travel down over my body, adorning every inch of bare skin with hot kisses and teasing licks, my head is literally spinning, well an older man with a bit of experience has it perks.
"Oh God Ben". I gasp and feel how my hips buck up against him, when his mouth suddenly is on my hot center, making him smile up at me under tousled curls.
His mouth finds my clit, closing over it, sucking it in between his lips as he twirls his tongue and his fingers glide over my folds, slowly sliding into me, those are very long fingers, making me gasp again.
My fingers are grabbing the sheets, trying to hold onto something, as I sound the pleasure rolling through me as a giant wave.
"Passion is a good look on you love, you look absolutely exquisite". Ben says as he brushes the hair from my face, kissing me deeply.
I grab his boxers, just wanting them out of the way, and he kicks them away, he is hovering over me, those beautiful eyes, locking into mine, like he has all the time in the world, making me squirm, I don't wanna wait any longer.
He keeps eyecontact as he slides down over me, grabbing one leg to hook it on his slim hips, before pushing into me fully, keeping still a moment, giving me time to adjust to him.
Then he starts moving, rolling his hips, never breaking our eye contact, and I feel sucked into those wast galaxies he calls his eyes, loosing contact with reality, just seeing and feeling him.
I had thought it was very good last time, even though he was drunk of his ass, but well honestly now I really feel the difference, this is something quite different, and very much more pleasurable.
He keeps whispering sweet and heated words in my ear, as he keeps the same slow teasing tempo in what feels like forever, then finally I feel him start moving faster, hitting a bit harder, making my eyes roll back in my head.
"Look at me baby, I wanna see you". He whispers, as my eyes closes in pleasure, and it just adds another dimension to my desire, makes it so very intimate, looking into his eyes as my orgasm sweeps me away, pulling him with me.