Tom's Tidbits

One

This idea was started when a dear friend of mine, Josephine, and I, began sending little tidbits - or, imagines, as some call them - to one another, their main purpose being to just give each other hot flushes while trying not to whimper in the middle of a lecture.

Tom's Tidbits will be a progressively updated file containing each and every tidbit that Josephine and I have sent to each other over the last few months. Some will be short, while others are longer. All in all, they are here purely for the enjoyment of fans of Tom Hiddleston.

DISCLAIMER: In no way, shape, or form, do any of these stories contain triggers such as rape, BDSM, torture, abuse, unconsensual/underage sex, or anything of the like. We respect Tom as both an actor and as a man, and have kept it so that we do not intentionally pin him under any particular sexual preferences, whatever they may be. And while we do enjoy our fair share of smut, we try to keep these as pleasable and as wholesome as we possibly can, with the added bonus of an actual plot line or recurring theme. And, as a precaution, every tidbit falls under the [R] Restricted category. If you are under the age of 18, please use caution before proceeding. Reader discretion is advised. Some pieces will be laden with heavier sexual content than others.

Without further interruption, we give you the first of many tidbits to come! It was written by dear Josephine, who's publishing accounts will be posted at the bottom of this piece. The next piece will be from myself, and the next from Josephine - recurring in that order.

Enjoy!

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You were studying in one of the university libraries. Well, more like frantically trying to get the questions for your next tutorial done before the class started.

You were halfway through - seriously, how insane were they to expect students to get that much work done? - when someone sat down across the desk from you.

You didn't look up, too engrossed in your work, until your phone on the desk beside you buzzed. You sighed and quickly checked it.

It was a text from Tom.

+ Look up.

You did, and your frown turned into a smile as you finally noticed that he was sitting opposite you.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, surprised but pleased.

"Just thought I'd drop by," he said with a shrug. "Busy?"

You looked down at the page of questions, more annoyed with them than ever.

"Yes," you moaned. "I've got to get them done in the next half hour." You pouted, and Tom laughed softly.

"Don't let me distract you then," he murmured. You snorted.

The likelihood of you not being distracted by Tom as about as high as the likelihood of the university setting fewer questions. Zilch.

Nevertheless, you bent your head obediently to your work once more. Tom engaged himself on his phone, and it seemed that you actually might get the questions done.

Ten minutes had passed, and you were nearly finished. You were just double checking a statistic in the textbook when something suddenly ran up your leg.

You let out a surprised squeak, jumping and knocking the table and earning the disproving glares of those nearest. You looked over at Tom, eyes narrowed. He was a picture of innocence, engrossed in a book from his pocket, but as you looked, his eyes flickered up to you for the merest moment, mischief twinkling in them.

Your stare turned into a glare of absolute death, but Tom was already immersed in his book once more.

You knew it had been him, and a quick peek beneath the table told you that he had indeed taken off his shoe. His socked toes wiggles infuriatingly at you, and when you glanced up over the table at Tom again, a tiny smirk was curling at the corner of his mouth, though his eyes remained trained studiously on his book. With a frown, you went back to your work.

Soon enough, however, it began again. And this time he didn't stop. His foot ran slowly up and down your calf, sensually and tempting. Tom was gazing directly at you, his eyes aflame as he slowly ran the tip of his tongue suggestively over his lip. Your hand stuttered over the page.

Dazedly you looked down at the long squiggle you had drawn.

"Now look what you've made me do!" you hissed.

"Darling, I'm reading - you don't want to disturb the library," Tom murmured reprovingly.

You opened your mouth to unleash a torrent of invective, but were halted as he silently lited an finger to his lips, hushing you. Internally grumbling, you returned to your work, plotting revenge for later on.

Surprisngly, no more intteruptions came, and it was not until you were writing the final sentence that Tom started again. He was standing behind you, his  long frame curled over yours.

Ostensibly, he was looking at your work, but as he dipped his head lower, his mouth brushing against yout hair, one of his hands came up to sweep your hair to one side. Hidden from others in the library, he placed a trail of nibbling kisses along your bare shoulder, up your neck, and eventually along your jaw. You were struggling not to moan and arch into his touch, only just keeping control, but unable to summon the will to make him stop, even as the pencil you were holding snapped.

Then, his lips were at your ear, nibbling ever so gently. You didn'y want it to stop. Ever. And just as you were about to surrender control over your body and damn the consequences, Tom stopped.

"Well, darling, looks like it's time for that tute of yours." His voice was husky and hot. "I'll see you later."

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Where to find Josephine:

www.facebook.com/josephinetomkinsauthor

www.fanfiction.net/u/4121121/the-bonny-wordsmith

www.twitter.com/jtomkinsauthor

http://the-nature-author.deviantart.com

http://archiveofourown.org/users/the_bonny_wordsmith