Masquerade, A Tom Hiddleston Story

Part 24 'Mamma mia here I go again..."

Sex with Tom has always been amazing. We have kind of a rythm which is sweet and slow at the beginning, and then explosive in the end. There is always that sense of romance. A warm and comforting feeling of being held lovingly. It was addictive to be adored and caressed like you are the most precious jewel in the world.

But not tonight. Tonight we were two very hungry wolves who haven't eaten since the last full moon. We scratch and pulled and bite... and how we feast and feast! Until we were exhausted and too banged up to continue.

He had me backed up against a wall. We held on for dear life as our pleasure subsided. His sweaty forehead pressed against mine. He still has one hand on my thigh and another on my waist. I have mine resting comfortably on his hard chest and shoulders.

He smiled as he tried to regain control of his breathing. I feel his thumping heart inside his chest. I kissed him lightly and smiled back.

"That was..." I started.

"Out of this fucking world" he finished.

He removed his hand from my waist and pushed it againts the wall for support. I clung tightly to him, feeling my knees wobbling underneath me. His free hand moving up my from thigh to my shoulders, gripping tight.

He snuggled my neck, kissing it gently. I close my eyes, savouring in the delicious feeling of his lips on my bare skin once more. When I open my eyes I feel a wave of nausea coming over me.

"Tom..." I called him. I covered my mouth with one hand.

"Yes love..." He answered lazily, not knowing of my distress.

"I have to go" I pleaded.

He stood up straight and gave me an annoyed look.

"Not this again..." He rolled his eyes in dismay. And then he caught the look of horror in my eyes.

"Are you okay?" He said worriedly. But it was too late as I ran naked to the bathroom. I feel my dinner and all the drinks I foolishly had leaving my stomach and making their way out.

I clutched the toilet bowl as I painfully regurgitate everything inside me. I sense Tom entering the bathroom and I shrieked.

"Get out! Don't see me like this" I feel warm tears streaming down my cheeks from the pain and the hummiliation.

"Nonsense... Just hold my hand and let it all out" he took my clammy hands firmly in his. His other hand gently massaged my neck. I complied weakly and continued.

Soon there was nothing else in me to get out. Tom flushed the toilet bowl and guide me to the sink. I washed my face and gurgled mouthwash.

I realised that we were still naked and I shivered in the coldness of the bathroom. Tom lead me to the bedroom and wrapped me in one of the hotel's fluffy robes. He sat me down on the bed, making sure I was wrapped tight before making his way to his suitcase. He rummaged through it looking for something to wear.

I blushed at his perfect round and tight rear. I blame that stupid scene in the film for making me think about his rear all night. Even when I was angry as hell at his weird and confusing behavior, all I wanted to do was jump at him.

Which I did. I bit my lip. Now that all the alcohol have left my system, I feel anxiety washing over me. We slept together. This could get complicated and very messy.

Tom put on his grey track pants and a sleeping t-shirt on. I smiled as I realised that his t-shirt read "Up All Night To Get Loki". Must be a gift from a fan. Yes fangirls and boys, he actually keeps and wears all the stuff you give him. He is just that nice.

"I'm going to get you some water..." He said and went to the sitting room where the mini bar is.

I stared blankly at the wall. What do we now? Do we have that conversation again after this? The 'I love you but I can't' conversation? Will he ask me to go with him somewhere and I will be inclined to refuse? Will we hurt each other even more now than before?

He came back with a glass full of water. It's warm. He must have warmed up the kettle. I smiled at his worried face. Sweet, caring Tom... Must I put you through this again?

"Thank you..." I took a big gulp of water. I winced as a pain settled from my forehead to the back of my neck. I automatically pressed my hand on my temple.

"Your head hurts... C'mon lie down" he commanded gently. He took my drink and arranged the oversized pillow for me. I gladly rest my head. Tom put the glass of water on the side table and lay down beside me.

"Sleep... You will feel better in the morning..." He wrapped me protectively with the comforter and kissed my forehead.

"I love you Tom... " I hear myself say. Maybe just for tonight, we don't have to talk about anything. I close my eyes peacefully knowing that he will watch over me until I sleep.

"I love you Darling..." I smiled at his 'darling' and drift off.