Limerence (Tom Hiddleston fanfiction)

Chapter 18

I gasp and leap from the couch - suddenly wide awake. He was here! Outside my house! What! No! I had morning breath!

"Give me two minutes." I run to the bathroom searching for my toothbrush in my hand luggage, I wipe the mascara from underneath my eyes. I look like the monster from the couch-lagoon. Oh well! Tom was here! For me! He was in love with me! 

When I open the door Tom is leaning against the wall and he starts laughing exuberantly as he sees the state of me. He gets up and in one swift movement sweeps me into his arms and looks into my eyes. Suddenly serious - he brushes the hair from my face. Blue eyes dripping with emotion. 

"Tom, I'm so sorry. I got scared, I," he smiles tentatively at me. 

"You're safe with me. I promise. And when you get scared - look me in the eyes, hold me a little tighter and smile. Because I'm not going anywhere." he gave me the type of kiss that would be cruel not to kiss. 

He brushes his hand underneath my jaw and into my hair, cupping my head gently. His lips land on mine, fervently and passionately, but as the kiss deepens I feel the intensity of his words. I feel the fire that lives in his kiss, and it had a way of melting every part of me. 

I pull back and burst into laughter and he joins me with his adorable chuckle.

"Ehehehe. Scarlett! You're really cute and its really ruining my life because all I can think about is kissing you!" I feel the need to hide my naked face in all its terribleness, but he takes my hands in his and kisses them, his eyes pinning me against the wall. 

"Scarly! Who's at the door?" He runs his fingers through his hair, trying to compose himself. I try not to laugh as I take his hand and lead him into the house.

"Hello, Mrs Everwood, my name is Tom." he shakes her hand, smiling that jawdropping smile. "It's a lovely to meet you, sorry for just showing up here unannounced." My mom is luckily dressed - I know the trauma it would have caused her to meet him without looking perfectly presented. My mom's eyes dart to me quickly studying my face and reads my mind. Thank goodness for Moms. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you too Tom. Would you like something to drink? Coffee? Tea?" she studies my grey nightdress covered in pineapples and the pineapple on my head. "I think Scarlett might want to get ready real quick, we had a late girl's night." 

"I would love a cup of tea, may I assist you in the kitchen?" he turns to me, "Do you want anything?" I smile looking at him, and he smiles. He knows that I only want him and he looks flustered, he turns to look at my mom behind us. I mouth the words "thank you" to her and she is off to the kitchen, he follows her, looking back smiling again at me. 

I had never showered and done my hair and make-up so quickly. Not even backstage for a modelling show. My hair is still damp when I scurry over to the kitchen, frightened of what my mother might say about me to him while I'm not present. But when I get there, they are both laughing whilst he is making eggs and she is buttering some toast. This is so strange. Tom Hiddleston is cooking with my mother. In my house. Wow. 

"Hello, darling." And when he looks at me I swear I can't breathe. 

He studies my summer dress, eyes moving over my body. I realize he hasn't really seen me this half-dressed since his apartment. He seemed to react to my body in a way that I found most pleasing. When he bites his lower lip, I drown his want. 

"Scarlett! Breakfast is almost ready. Tom? Another cup of tea?"

"Yes, thank you." she gestures towards me, I quickly put on another pot. 

Breakfast with my mother and Tom was one of the most relaxing experiences I've ever had. I could sit back and listen as the two of them talked and laughed, joining in every now and then. I loved the way he was with her. The best feeling in the world was when I looked at him, and he was already looking at me. 

"So, Tom, how long are you staying? You're more than welcome to stay here if you'd like?" I look at her - shocked with her hospitality. She wasn't usually this taken with anyone. 

"Thank you, so much, but I'd hate to impose. Also, I've already booked a room, not too far from here. And I'm staying as long as your daughter wishes me to." He looks at me and I feel my cheeks redden.

"I have to be back for another shoot next weekend, so a week." he nods. 

"Well, I hope you'll find your stay, rewarding." I shoot her a look, but she sips her tea obliviously. 

"I wouldn't want to stand in the way of you too seeing each other, I know Scarlett missed you terribly," She lifts her hand. 

"Oh, please. Don't you worry about that, I can have her tomorrow for the day, she's all yours today. I have a few orders to finish anyway." I smile at her, she really was the best.

"Well, then I guess we'll have to make the most of today, won't we?" he puts his hand on my leg, running his fingers up and down my knee. I bite my lip, the anticipation to kiss him again is killing me. 

Tom helped my mom put the dishes in the washer while I cleaned the countertops. Tom and I took my car, I insisted on driving - terrified that he might accidentally drive on the wrong side of the road. We were going to spend the day at the beach and have dinner at his hotel. 

Tom and I played in the ocean and laid sprawled out on the beach. I had to reapply his sunscreen a couple of times since he had even more fair skin than me. Which lead to teasing and a sunscreen fight, which inevitably ended very badly when he got some in his eyes, but lead to some very rewarding moments underneath the showerhead behind the bathrooms. 

He washed the sunscreen out of my hair and ran his fingers down my body, I washed the sandy sunscreen off of him as well, my fingers playing with his chest hair. Trying to memorize every single beauty spot, scar and curve I could. There was something so perfectly innocent and deliciously naughty about him washing my body, while I'm revealed to him, but still covered by my bikini. Good thing the water was cold. 

His hair curled from the water and he looked even more like the naughty schoolboy who played rugby and did pranks with his best mates at boarding school. We walked down the pier and finally stopped at a small restaurant for something cold to drink. I studied his freckles and he studied my pink sunkissed cheeks. He had his arm behind me and I could tare my eyes away from his. We didn't talk a lot that afternoon, in the corner of the restaurant, and it wasn't necessary. Being with him was enough, he casts a magic spell over me and I'm entranced. 

I couldn't wait to be alone with him and have him press me against his heart.