Tom Hiddleston One-Shots

Vampire (Adam)- Sweet Dreams

Seated behind me on the bed, Adam covers my shoulders with his cool hands. His long, slender fingers start to rub small circles into my tense muscles. My god, his hands are magic! My heart pounds in my chest, beating hard and fast. Enjoying the unexpected satisfaction of his cool touch, my eyes flutter shut.

His breath brushes against my neck as he leans forward, his head bent down, and my body becomes unbelievably weak under the ministrations of his fingers. He moves in closer, his chest almost pressed right up against my back. My head hangs lower, and I bite back the moan that rises in my throat from the pleasure of his gentle, expert hands.

It feels so good, I loose all sense of space and time, relaxed by his comforting touch. He slides the open neck of my silky, navy-blue dressing gown gently down, exposing my shoulder, and my skin heats up to the coldness making contact with my bare skin. His fingers continue to apply pressure as he kneads small circles into my muscles, and I find my body has gone practically limp.

The smooth tip of his index finger pauses, then traces soft circles on my right shoulder blade, and trails it slowly down my spine, eliciting shivers of desire. "Lean back..." He murmurs huskily, the velvety words flowing off his tongue.

I do as he instructs, willingly reclining until the back of my head rests in the crook of his shoulder. My eyes flutter shut again, while he takes his time untying the thin, flimsy belt and slipping the top of the dressing gown off my shoulders. Adam leans over me as his elegant fingers glide down my arms, his sweet breath lightly teasing my collarbone.

All of a sudden, a loud, piercing ringing interrupts the intimate silence, and my eyes fly open. "I should probably get that." He whispers, but doesn't move a muscle, seeming reluctant to do so. 

I reach up, my hand meeting his flawless pale cheek. "Maybe you should." 

With a sigh, he gives my hands a gentle squeeze, and pulls away. Getting up off the bed, he crosses the room with graceful, confidence strides, and I watch as he exits through the opening to the left of the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that serve as a make-shift wall.

Hearing him pick up the phone to answer, I subconsciously tune out the conversation that follows and slide out of bed as well. Not bothering to fix the undone dressing gown over my bra and underwear, I wander over to the wide-open French doors. The glass panes are cloudy, the curved brass handles rusting slightly, but they have a rustic charm all their own.

With a black, wrought-iron railing, the stone balcony faces the flourishing, bustling city of Paris, countless lights shining from buildings of all shapes and sizes, and a dark, clear night sky spans endlessly above. Standing perfectly still, I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and watch the wisps of clouds drifting lazily across.

More of the silvery, bright crescent moon is revealed, hanging a little to the left of the grand Eiffel Tower. My heart skips a beat when two long, sinewy arms snake around my waist, his breath tickling my skin as he kisses my neck once. He sweeps my hair aside and rests his chin on my shoulder.
"Enjoying the view, love?" He rasps in my ear, sending an electric thrill of desire through my body.

I turn around in his arms, and tilt my head back to meet his gaze. At full height, he towers above me, tall and shirtless. As much as I'd love to let them travel the defined, lean muscles of his bare chest, I can't bring myself to break contact with his beautiful eyes. His soft, midnight-black hair swept back from his forehead, the ends skim the nape of his neck, curling under his ears.

I study his angular features, bringing my fingers up to his well-defined cheekbones, and let them trail lower, along the razor-edge of his jawline. Beautiful. That's the only word I can use to accurately describe him, since 'attractive', 'handsome' and 'hot' don't even come close.

He gazes down at me with a smouldering desire, and in one motion, his hands are on either side of my face, barely a sliver of space separating our bodies. My eyes flick to his lips, then back up into his beautiful, crystalline-blue eyes, temptation calling me to them as the warmth of his breath dishevels my thoughts. He leans down and catches my mouth in a swift, fierce kiss.

A shudder runs up my spine as his long, slender fingers move down my cheeks, caressing my jaw and grazing down my neck. His fingertips trail across my collarbone and his lips are urgent, but not forceful, as he deepens the passionate kiss, his tongue slipping sensually from his mouth and into mine.

I press my palms flat against his firm, naked chest, but don't push, hearing a low, sexy moan escape from low in the back of his throat. Letting my hands slide up over his shoulders and threading my arms around his neck, I brace myself against his lean body and savour his intoxicating taste.

The next thing I know, my back is pushed up against the wall, his body pressed to mine. His hands explore my waist, gliding over my hips, and eventually even lower to my thighs, my legs instinctively wrapping securely around his waist as he hoists me up. Adam breaks off the passionate kiss, and I gasp for air, my eyes remaining closed while his lips attend to my neck.

I feel the caress of his breath as he leans in close, inhaling deeply. His lips brush my neck, teasingly feather-light. Breathless, I can't do anything more than tremble in anticipation. My heart is sent into overdrive, and my shallow breathing is ragged, as he presses an open-mouthed kiss to my racing pulse.

The warm tips of his wicked-sharp canines against my skin cause a dominos-effect of chills, and they pierce through tenderly. The initial sting of their penetration is quickly replaced by a wave of pleasure, and my body suddenly goes limp, his arm encircling my waist while his other hand tilts my head to one side, to better suit his angle.

He cups my cheek, and I gasp, slipping into a sort of lethargic euphoria as he latches his lips onto my throat, drinking deeper. All the while he holds me so carefully, handling me like fragile glass that will shatter into a billion tiny pieces if he lets go for even a second. I drape my arms up around his neck and tangle my fingers into the softness of his jet hair, encouraging him closer.

The faint pain and intensified pleasure blur together, making it impossible to tell where one begins and the other ends. Adam unlatches his lips from my neck, and makes sure to run the warm tip of his tongue over the two puncture marks, sealing them. My eyes open reluctantly as he pulls away, and my breath catches when his arm swoops behind my knees, lifting me as though I weigh nothing.

His other arm around my shoulders, he carries me bridal-style to the bed, cradling me against his chest, and lays me down carefully. He pulls the white sheet and dark-green, eiderdown duvet over my body, up to my chest, then climbs in beside me. Rolling over, I move in closer to him, his hand finding my waist as I snuggle up against his body comfortably.

My head sinks into the pillow, and I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his fingers slowly stroking my hair. As I drift off into blissful sleep, the last thing I hear is his voice, and the last thing I feel is his lips on the crown of my head. "Sweet dreams, my love.