Some Unholy War // Tom Holland

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Waking up next to Y/N was a dream come true for Tom. Ever since he'd met her, there was no way he could get her out of his head, everything he saw, thought, or said reminded him of the beautiful girl lying next to him. Tom asked her to stay with him every night since he found out Raymond kicked her out, Tom said that he wanted to make sure she was safe, but it was really to make sure he wouldn't go crazy without her with him.

They didn't talk about the kiss they shared, and it had been over two weeks since then. She slept in the guest room for the first few days—other than the first night—but as the days went on, she became lonely and opted to sleep with Tom in his bed. He didn't so much as protest as night after night she came knocking at his door in the middle of the night, playing with the sleeves of her pajamas.

They ate breakfast and dinner together every day, Tom drove her to Harrison's office on his way to the gym or a meeting. Y/N constantly thought of kissing Tom again, but she was scared of what might happen if their relationship progressed.

Tom's next fight only lasted three rounds before Tom knocked his opponent out. He definitely put up quite the fight, Tom was always pleased when he won a fight that took a lot out of him, it was rewarding. However, the most rewarding part of this was the fact that in two and a half weeks, Tom would be fighting in the Ultimate Fighting Championship in Las Vegas, sponsored by the largest European beer company in the world, Guinness, all thanks to Y/N.

After the fight, everyone's emotions were through the roof, the crowd was cheering as the referee held Tom's arm up in victory, he spit his mouthguard out into a bucket that someone was holding. Harrison and Chris yelled and ran into the caged ring, Y/N following close behind them. People rushed around the small ring, checking the medical status of the fighters, Tom had a busted eyebrow and bruised ribs, but held his own as Y/N came running up to him. She took his face in her hands and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips, tasting the sweat and blood off of his lips. She pulled back and Tom pressed his forehead to hers and held her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

"You did it." She let out a breath.

"I couldn't have done it without you, my good luck charm." He said softly so only she could hear, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips once more, until Harrison tapped him on his shoulder, making him pull away from her.

"Vegas here we come!" Harrison said, hugging Tom tightly, ignoring the fact that he was wearing an expensive dry clean only suit and Tom was covered in perspiration and blood.

In his room in the back of the arena, they celebrated with a bottle of champagne that Chris opened as soon as Tom walked through the door, a bandage on his eye and dirty gauze still wrapped around his knuckles. Everyone cheered as Tom pulled his robe tighter against his body, he looked around the room for her, and once he spotted her, he let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. She motioned her glass up at him as if to say cheers, bit her lip and drank the whole glass in one drink. He looked at her with an impressed look on his face, sending her a small smile from across the room.

"To Tom, you worked really hard and it paid off, here's to the championship!" Harrison said, raising his glass in the middle of the group of people gathered around Tom. They cheered and drank their champagne, but Tom was focused on the girl sat on the end of the couch, her legs crossed, her back leaning half against the armrest and half against the back of the couch, her left arm rested at the top of the cushions with her champagne glass sitting in her fingers delicately. Tom took in her figure, the beauty of her skin, the way she glowed under the lamp light perched next to her. She made his heart race, he'd be on his knees in the snap of her fingers if that's what she wanted. Tom didn't care what it took, he'd do anything to be with Y/N.

"What do you say we continue this celebration at the pub, after the press conference of course." Harrison asked, raising an eyebrow at Tom, who looked at the girl sat in the corner. She gave him a nod and a smile.

"Yeah, sure, why not! I need a drink." He laughed, walking over to sit next to Y/N on the couch. "Fancy seeing you here." He smiled at her, turning his body to face hers, his arm stretched over the back of the couch and played with her hair, twirling it around his finger.

"Just kiss me you idiot." She shook her head and pulled Tom's face to hers. Tom hummed and pressed a slow kiss to her soft lips, the feeling that Tom missed was back and it was overwhelming to say the least. Everything about her kiss was perfect, from the way her head moved against his, to the feeling of her fingers in his hair and on his cheek and neck. Tom could melt away in the palm of her hand, he was under her spell, the spell she didn't know she had on him.

After a few minutes, everyone left the room for Tom to get cleaned up, except for Y/N, still sat in the same spot on the couch. Tom shut the door after everyone exited the room and let out a sigh before slumping into a chair by the door. Y/N tilted her head at Tom and stood from the couch, a smile playing on the corners of her lips. Tom's eyes were closed and his head was resting on the back of the chair, leaving his neck exposed. She leaned over his unknowing figure and began placing kisses to his jaw and neck, nipping at the flesh as Tom shivered under her touch. She sat on his lap, lips not leaving his neck, his breathing becoming labored. His hands firmly attached to her hips, pushing her body harder against his. She lifted her head and pressed her forehead to Tom's, looking into his eyes before pressing her lips to his, she bit down on his lip, breaking open the fragile skin, making Tom let out a soft moan. She pulled away and sat back a little on his lap, looking at his lip, blood dripping from his bottom lip, she swiped a finger across it to gather the blood. Her blood-covered finger trailed down his neck as she placed a kiss next to his ear.

"You have to go get cleaned up." She whispered to him and got off of his lap, he let out a low groan, standing slowly from the chair and making his way to the bathroom.

"Want to join me?" Tom tilted his head at her, she shook her head and chuckled.

"I would, but Harrison is waiting for me to set up the press conference. You've got a half an hour." She smiled, waving to him before exiting the room, leaving Tom hot and bothered in the middle of the bathroom.