The one and only (Tom Holland - new version)

Chapter 12

*Tom's POV*

I wanted to tell Olive what had happened, but I just couldn't. Even when we were trying to fall asleep, it haunted me. The pain they caused me. The worry I felt... Oh, how worried I was when I realised, they might go for Olive next. The fact that they didn't feel powerful enough when it was three against one, so they had to include a dog, made me realise the cowardness they possessed. A pit bull terrier. I can't believe I felt bad for the dog, though, a dog isn't born evil, it's brought up to behave in foul ways. I was disgusted. Disgusted with how evil and conniving someone could be. Yet, I wouldn't let it ruin my time in Italy. My time with Olive. No matter how long that period of time might be. Olive was lying in my arms, sleeping. I should be doing the same and I tried...

The next day shortly followed, and I woke up with Olive, still, in my arms. God, she was so beautiful, even when she was sleeping. My stomach filled with butterflies as her eyes suddenly opened and a smile spread across her face.

"What are you smiling about?" she asked me as a yawn escaped her soft, pink lips.

"You," I replied as I placed a kiss on her eager lips.

She lay on top of me and asked me what I wanted for breakfast. Apparently, saying I wanted her was a bit too cheeky yet, so toast with jam would have to suffice.

I found out, that the girls were supposed to fly back home on August 30th, which was in a week. It was absolutely terrible, as I was eager to learn more about Olive and really really get to know her. In a week, I had to go to New York to shoot the rest of Spider-Man and I wanted the girls to tag along. Never mind all the girls, I just wanted Olive to come, if I had to be honest. For the sake of Haz and Sam, I wanted Astrid and Halima to join as well...

Apparently, asking them to join us, at least once every five minutes, made them say I was "bugging them". It wasn't something I would give up on. Only them going would be acceptable.

"Listen, Tom..." Olive crossed her arms, "Of course, we would've loved to tag along and experience New York and all, but that's just not how it works."

What on earth was she on about? What didn't work like that?

"Boy, don't tilt your head and look all confused," Halima chirped in and lightly pushed me.

"We are simple girls with simple lives, that means we have jobs to take care of and rent to pay," this time it was Astrid who spoke. She looked indifferent until Sam caught her eye and her entire body language changed. Even her face was visibly lit up and Sam kissing her cheek only made it worse.

"Then how am I to persuade you to come along?" It made me slightly angry that I, as it seemed, wasn't able to change their minds at all. Women. I wish us men were as headstrong at times, but that was just ridiculous. I'd gladly pay their rent for a month or two.

"Heck no," Olive suddenly exclaimed, "there's no way you'll pay for anything, so don't even start."

Did she read my mind? I thought, 100 percent creeped out.

"No, I didn't read your mind, you're just very predictable."

"Stop reading my mind!" I yelled slightly terrified.

"I'm not!" Olive insisted and laughed it off.

As hard as it was, I brushed it off and shut my mouth for the rest of the night. Until bedtime anyway.

"Please, just come to New York with me! You won't regret it," I had to convince at least Olive, but she was the most stubborn of the three. She lay down beside me and cupped my face.

"Darling, I really want to go, believe me. Nevertheless, I have obligations at home, where people depend on me," she quickly planted a kiss on my lips before continuing. "I have to take care of my work, just as you have to take care of yours. Besides, you'll be finished in a month or two."

Everything she said made sense, yet I was a bit mad she wouldn't budge just a smidge. I knew how she felt though. I couldn't just abandon my work either, so I was actually being rude to her...

"Fine... but do you promise to FaceTime me every day?" I sounded and acted like a puppy... But I couldn't stop, I was enchanted by her, and I didn't mind.

She nodded and closed the space between us once again, this time for longer and more passionately. As the kiss deepened, she made me roll on my back as she climbed on top. I felt myself harden as she started to rock back and forth. I slowly lifted the hem of her shirt and helped her take it off. I knew she was turned on, because so was I. I was incredibly ready for her. Oh, how impatient I was.

*Olive's POV*

I had no idea what was happening. I couldn't control myself. Didn't want to. His fingers traced the outline of my bra as he admired my torso. I was impatient and tore of his shirt. What a sight. He had more definition than I thought possible. My hands ran over his torso as he started to kiss and nibble my neck. I had never before felt such lust... such need... so out of control. In a swift movement, he was on top, tracing kisses down my neck. He reached for my bra-clasp, but waited for my approval, which I gave him instantly. Our shirts and my bra were on the floor, and I was hot as ever. Tom grabbed one of my breasts with one hand and let his mouth take care of the other one. Moans escaped my mouth, way too early, I thought. Yet I couldn't stop. Tom was driving me insane, and I loved it. Tom's kisses went further down, and a specific place started beating a lot. Eagerly. Tom pulled down my pants and instantly felt a wet sensation between my legs.

"Darling, already wet for me, huh?" he teased with a smirk on his face.

"Don't get all cocky, Rocky," I defended myself and eyed him between the legs. He huffed but finally took off his own pants.

"Atta boy," I said, but was immediately cut off by Tom putting pressure between my legs. He spread my legs a bit further apart and pulled himself even closer. I wrapped my arms around him and found his mouth with mine again. As our bodies moved in sync, I felt his fingers pull my panties to the side. As he ran a finger over my folds, a loud noise startled us.

"Help!" Someone yelled from downstairs. Great...

"You have got to be kidding me," Tom growled in frustration, but didn't move the least.

"Let's just ignore it," I mumbled overwhelmed by lust and eagerness. Tom let a finger sink into me and a shiver ran through my entire body. I tightened my grip around him, wanting him even closer.

"HELP!" Someone shouted once again and this time it sounded sinister... like something that wasn't ignorable. Tom cursed while putting on a pair of pants and told me he'd be back swiftly. While Tom went downstairs to investigate the scream, I put on my clothes. No way he'd be going down there without any backup. As I was heading for the door, Tom came rushing in and locked the door.

"We need to call the police, now!"

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