Before The After (Tom Hiddleston Fan-Fic)

Cookie Monster - One Shot

Felt like writing this so I did, lol. Next chapter is coming up soon, guys!! Get ready for a bit of drama.

This one shot takes place maybe a few weeks before the last chapter, just FYI.

Enjoy, dears!!

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Kate's Perspective

“Please, love, can I just have one more??"

I shook my head, frowning as I watched the movie, trying to ignore Tom.

“No, you thief! I already gave you two of them!"

There was a sad whimper from the right of me and I could only assume it was my boyfriend. My sad, devastatingly handsome boyfriend who had a sweet tooth the size of Texas.

“Kate, you have six left!"

I turned to look at him, not very sympathetic. “Tom, honey. I'm pregnant and I'm starving. I need these cookies to feed both myself and our unborn child."

Tom laughed a little at my dramatics, but I was very serious. I needed to eat these cookies. I had to. They were perfectly soft and chewy, and not too crunchy, but just enough so that when I dipped them in milk they wouldn't fall apart.

“I promise, you won't even miss that cookie!" I watched him, dubious. He pointed towards the smaller cookie at the edge of the plate and I frowned. “That poor, dejected thing isn't even worth being called a cookie!"

“If you touch my cookie, Thomas, I'm going to have to beat your ass."

A surprised laugh escaped him before he gained his composure.

“Theoretically speaking, I don't think that's possible." He countered slowly, his eyes flitting between the cookie and my face.

I raised an eyebrow. “You feeling lucky today, Hiddles?"

It was very entertaining to watch Hiddleston back track, his eyes going from assertive and stubborn to passive and submissive.

“No, I am never lucky." Tom said with a small smile. “Especially not when I'm between you and a plate of giant cookies."

I grinned appreciatively. “You're a very smart man."

And then, out of no where, he was moving towards the plate of cookies, the look of a maniac on his face. There was some shouting (battle cries, I think), pushing and shoving. There was some biting, but that was mostly me.

He somehow didn't succeed, and I laughed as he winced. He was rubbing a small bit mark on his arm.

Oh, yeah, Hiddleston, I thought. Try me, please. I dare you.

He might be nursing his wounds now. But next time... next time, if he touched my cookie, there would be blood.

“Really?" He said, and I could tell he was biting back a laugh. “You're so serious that you bit me?"

“Oh yes." I replied, slapping his hand when he tried to reach for the cookies again. “I really, really am."

“I don't know what you're talking about." He said deftly, still chewing on the last cookie I'd given him.

I squinted at him, pausing the movie that we'd been watching. Bourne Legacy could wait.

Tom made a protesting sound, whining. “Oh, come on! It was getting so good!“

I shook my head. “Nope, you don't get to watch the rest of this brilliantly choreographed American action film until you promise to keep your hands off my cookies, Thomas!"

I removed the plate from his grasp, balancing on my growing belly. Tom glared at me silently before he started to pout.

“Sharing is caring, darling." He argued, reaching for a cookie again.

I snatched them away, slapping his hand. He chuckled while I frowned.

“Stop! I'm going to beat you up if you keep reaching for my stuff!"

Tom tossed back the sheets of our bed, grinning. I couldn't help but stare at his sculpted chest and arms, his lean but powerful form making my mouth water almost as much as the cookies did. I'd been crazy horny lately, and Tom was trying to distract me. The bastard.

His chest was bare and he was only wearing sweatpants, his slight arousal becoming steadily obvious. I'm going to kill him.

“Why are you not wearing underwear?" I accused, like it was some crime, some horrible violation of a law. And it was.

Tom flashes me one of his stupid flirtatious grins that he only ever reserves for his fangirls.

“Why aren't you sharing those cookies?"

I threw up my hands in frustration, but smiled despite myself. “Because they are mine."

Tom laughed at me, rolling his eyes. “Silly woman. Have you forgotten so quickly that it was I who bought them for you?"

I sputtered incredulously. I honestly did forget. Pregnancy brain.

“Indian giver." I muttered silently, pouting.

Tom moved then plate from my stomach to the nightstand before moved to straddle me, hovering over my legs.

I grinned, cookies forgotten as he started to kiss me, his tongue taking of sweet milk chocolate. We both moaned and raked my fingers down his chest.

I pulled away first, blinking up at him. “Alright, you can have one, you big giant."

Tom grinned again but only kneeled down to kiss my stomach. I laughed, shaking my head as he started to talk to the baby.

“If you ever want something from your Mum, little one, all you've got to do is kiss her." He whispered, coming back up to kiss my lips again.

There was a soft, gentle look in his eyes when he spoke again, but this time I knew he was talking to me.

“Works every time."