Not A Mistake ~ Tom Hiddleston

OO7 ~ Theatre

 It was almost time to leave. Tom had bought you a dress before you had even arrived in London but the gesture is sweet and you appreciate it. 'It's formal attire tonight, love. And I think you would look gorgeous in it' He said as he handed you the dress.

Now that you're done, looking beautiful and all, you step into Tom's living room and see how his jaw drops. He looks at your face first before his eyes slide down your body. You notice how he bites his lip softly what makes your head spin. 'You look dashing, love' He says, smiling at you and offering you his arm. You gladly take it and let him guide you towards his car. It has been two months since you two last seen each other but you did talk every day on the phone. He really is showing interest in you and you can't help but consider yourself his friend. Your idea to protect yourself from heartbreak by bracing yourself for the worst after tonight is in the back of your mind every single day but when you're near him, it just fades away and then you feel like everything is going to be ok.

You smile at him when you're in his car. He is wearing a tuxedo that is matching your dress what makes you smile even wider. This man is literally too much for you. He even pays attention to every little detail when it comes to you. You love how caring he is and you never want this evening to end. He tells you a little about the play but little did he know that you've read the book to surprise him so when you get it out of your purse, he lets out a gasp, telling you how he loves you for that! It makes you blush even though it wasn't like that. When he sees that, it makes him smirk, knowing full well what he's done. It slipped out of his mouth but he doesn't regret saying it seeing the reaction he got from you.

It's a ten minute drive towards the theatre and when he parks the car, he tells you to stay put before getting out and walking around the car to then open the door for you and help you out. What a wonderful gentleman. You hook your arm through his again and together you walk into the theatre. Tom shows the tickets at the door and within a few seconds you can walk on into the big room.

'Come' He whispers into your ear what sends jolts down your heat while the hairs on your neck rise. You flutter your eyes close for a second when his hot breath hits your ear and his hand softly grabs yours. You let him take you up the stairs towards your seats on one of those balconies. You smile as you take your seat. This man is going to be the death of you. After being a fan for a few years, you have imagined multiple things to happen and now feeling him so close a few minutes ago made your body ache for him. It hits you hard when you now realize that. You don't want this to end. Ever! You want to keep in touch with him, although it is for such short times like these. You don't want to be just his friend.. You want more.. even if it's just physical. You want him! All of him!
But you also realize that this will only be in your imagination and you have to face reality. He wants to show you this play because you said you didn't know it and that's all. This ends tonight. Besides, it's still very clear, the age gap wouldn't work. And also the media wouldn't work.

With awe you watch the play. You had imagined it to be quite boring but just like the book, it intrigues you more than you want it to. At one time during the play, Tom softly places his hand on your upper leg. You stiffen and look at his hand for a moment, feeling how his touch is making your body longing for him again. Longing for his touch, on a different spot. Your panties are wet within seconds when you imagine the multiple things you let him do to you if it ever was to happen. Tom notices your change of behaviour and is confused when he sees you shifting in your seat until he notices it's his touch what makes him bite his lip softly as he glances at you. You have your eyes closed, trying desperately to think about something else. He smirks at how you struggle and it unleashes dark thoughts into his mind. He knows it's wrong since you're so much younger than him but he can't stop himself. He turns his gaze back at the play but he can't focus anymore, knowing he could have you at his mercy later tonight. It's rude to just walk out of here but he's really close about not caring about that anymore.

You feel how his hands glide up a little, squeezing your thigh. Oh, he knows what he's doing to you. Your core is dripping with arousal and you're not sure how much longer you can just sit here without doing anything about it. You notice in the corner of your eye how Tom has a hand over his pelvic area, trying to hide the fact he has a boner. You smirk to yourself, perhaps it's ending with a bang. That, you wouldn't mind. Then at least you'll have closure.

How you made it through the rest of the play is unknown to you but you're sure glad you're back in the car now. You have managed to avoid all paparazzi that were gathered by the entrance by taking the back door and now Tom is speeding through the streets to get home as fast as he possibly can. You lick your lips as your eyes are fixated on his pants. The bulge is visible and you can't wait to get your hands on it.

Back at his home, you both get out quickly. Although he told you to stay put, you're way too impatient now to actually wait for him to open the door. He walks over towards you, hypnotizing you with the way he gazes at you. 'So, did I do something to upset back at the theatre?' He says, pinning you against the car, his full body weight pressing on you as he grabs your chin to force you to look into his eyes. You've never seen this side of Tom, which is normal because well, it's apparently his sexual side. It's nothing like you've ever imagined but it's turning you on so much. 'F-Fuck, Tom' You breathe out as you cannot take the tension between the two of you. 'What was that?' He mutters while his hand now moves to gently cup your cheek. No words form in your head as your mind is only fixating on his eyes and how the lust is radiating from it. God, you need him. 'I asked you something' He whispers, already leaning in but in no way is he kissing you already. 'Tom, please.. I need you' Is all you can say before his lips captivate yours in a passionate kiss. The warmth of his lips on yours is intoxicating to you but you manage to kiss him back with equal as much passion while sliding your hands around his neck. This is really happening!  

{A/N} Hi there! Just a quick warning! I think you already know ehehe but there will be smutty content in the next chapter!