it can wait
"Oh Mr. Hiddleston!" I call out from the kitchen. I am perched on my kitchen stool, coffee mug in hand. "Yes darling?" a man's melodic voice chimes from the bedroom. I place my coffee down on the island and stand. "Is there anything in particular I can prepare you for breakfast sir?" I ring back to him stretching. "Oh hmm," a pair of thin strong arms suddenly snake their way around my waist, "well sweetheart, you know what I really want for breakfast." His warm breath on my hair sends tingles down my spine. "Oh really?" I raise my eyebrows in question, "What might that be? Eggs? Bacon? Ooh! I know, an English muffin?" I hop up from my stool and scurry over to the fridge. I pull out a few eggs and some cheese, crack the eggs in the pan, and begin cutting an onion. "Dearest?" his sweet British accent flows. "Hhm?" I respond finishing the half of the onion I am cutting. "Can I kiss you?" He asks innocently. I hesitate for a fraction of a second. "You know you don't have to ask. but sorry love, I'm a little bit preoccupied. Wouldn't want me to cut myself now would we." I answer with a slight giggle. "Fine..." he says with a bored tone. He waves his hand in my direction and turns around, "I guess I'll just have to... TAKE YOU HOSTAGE!" "What?" I look up just in time to see a Tom racing toward me. He scoops me up and I squeal. "Eee! No! Put me down!!" "Nope never!!" Tom shouts loudly clearly enjoying this. He throws me over his strong shoulders, and I pound my fists against his back. "Tomm! Please!" "Ehehehe not today!!" he exclaims. He runs down the hallway toward our bedroom, and I squirm. "What is it love?" he muses, "Do you not love me enough?" "Thomas!! I have eggs. On. The. Stove!" With one final burst, I manage to wriggle out of his arms. I fall to the ground, and jump up. "Darling no come back!" "Nooo!!" I shriek as he tries to scoop me back up. I scamper out of reach of his arms and back down the hallway. I almost slip on the floor with my socked feet. Righting myself I run back to the stove and flip the eggs around with a spatula. "Women..." I hear Tom sigh, "all they care about is kitchen life." I shoot him a death glare. "And making their fiancés happy so they don't go into rage mode." I added defensively. Tom puts his hands on my shoulders and looks deep into my eyes. "Darling. I want you to know that I would never. Ever hulk smash you." The corners of his mouth twitch upward into a smile. "Thanks babe, that's a real relief. I was worried." I laugh rolling my eyes. A few minutes later, breakfast is almost finished . I walk over to the sink and wash my hands. Drying them off on my sweatpants, I look up. Tom is gazing at me, almost as if he is zoned out. "Tom?" I call out walking over to him, "Asgard to Tom?" I wave my hand in front of his face and he jumps. "Huh!" He is startled. "What is it darling?" I walk closer to him, and I run my fingers down his cheek. His breath shudders slightly. Almost so, that you wouldn't hear it. "What were you thinking about?" I ask him quietly. "You." He answers quickly, "Darling I don't know if you know this," he begins, "but I almost am always thinking about you." I smile and hop up on the counter next to him. "I'm almost always daydreaming about you." I shoot back swinging my dangling feet. He walks close to me. "Daydreaming? About what?" He muses coming even closer. I blush deeply and keep my head down. Quietly I say, "well.. I mean.." I am cut off by a pair of lips crashing themselves down onto mine. I am startled by his abrupt actions, but soon it is forgotten. I part my lips so his tongue could enter into my mouth. I let out a small moan as Tom runs his hands through my hair. "Tom." I manage to gasp out. "What is it love?" "What about breakfast?" I manage through the kiss. "It can wait." he whispers seductively against my lips. "Okay." I respond.
