Tom Holland ❖ imagines

blue

too many lights, too many cameras, too much action

third person
warnings: mature language and content
word count: 2,273
2:33 am | it's been a very long night

Had eight hours really gone by?

Eight hours of drinking, eight hours of pulling your smile muscles until they ached, eight hours of standing and walking in heels that stood too tall for comfort, eight hours in a dress you weren't even sure fit you.

You stumbled a little as you held onto the side of the door, letting out a breath. You had a lot to drink. It wasn't all in one sitting, but you remembered that every time you finished your champagne, there was another in front of you. You weren't seeing stars, but your feet weren't cooperating with your body. You would have fallen over if it wasn't for those strong hands that came up behind you, holding you up steady.

You hummed a little as the door unlocked in front of you. Those hands guided you inside carefully, shutting and locking the door behind you. You let out a whimper as you leaned against the wall, your head spinning. The room was divided in two now, and you were wondering if you had indeed had more to drink than you thought.

The flat was washed in a dark light of blue. The midnight hour had passed, and if it wasn't for the big-city lights, maybe you would've seen the stars. You remembered you could always see the stars back home.

Suddenly, those hands came underneath your legs, hooking underneath your knees as you were lifted up off your feet.

"There we are, darling, off to bed."

You clutched your heels to your chest, letting yourself be carried into the bedroom. Your heels were much too expensive to be thrown on the floor. You snuggled into his warm chest, still like fresh-pressed linen and faint cologne. You focused on the scent until your heels were taken from you, and you were placed gingerly onto the mattress.

You rolled over onto your stomach, sloppily attempting to unzip the back of you dress. It was a beautiful color, almost midnight black in the moment but a gorgeous blue in the light. It was a color that complimented the softness of your skin, with an elegant sparkle that matched those of your glittering earrings.

"You're going to ruin that, my love."

Your fingers were swatted away from the back of your dress, and you let out a huff as you heard the zipper being pulled down. His fingers grazed the smooth, bare skin of your back ever so softly, and you shivered until the zipper stopped just before your hips. You let him slide the dress of your body, left in nothing but undergarments. The cool air conditioning hit you immediately, and you absentmindedly scrambled for the duvet.

"Shhh, let me help you."

You ignored him, instead shoving the sheets out of your way and ferociously tangling yourself between them. A sweet, deep voice chuckled in front of you. You let out a small whimper of satisfaction at the warmth. Hands came around your face, and you relaxed against them. Fingers slipped your sparkling earrings away, pulled the pins out of your hair one-by-one. You moaned a little when they massaged your scalp, aching from the pressure of your hair trying to defy gravity.

You were about to drift off to sleep when you felt a cool cloth on your face. You scrunched your nose in discomfort. You opened your eyes, only to be met with dark, chocolate ones. There was a dim light, illuminating merely the opposite corner of the room. It washed him in a soft wave of yellow, but it didn't make him any less handsome.