More Than This [Tom Holland x Reader]

Saturday. (Or, The One With The Fallen Promise)

Timeline: Year 1, October

Summary: This was supposed to be just another day off for Tom.

Words: 4.5k

Warnings: fluff, mentions of smut

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The weekend was supposed to be about you. Tom just missed you after another three weeks away from home. Going out with his friends last night was incredibly liberating, the whole gang was there, it was a lot of fun with actually very few drinks among all the lost stories there were to tell and retell, but he craved something more. He wanted his alone time with you.

So he wakes up on Saturday morning with a plan to relax and all the instructions to his Clothing Ban on the tip of his tongue. It will be just the two of you, and he will get to watch you prance around his house in nothing but your muscles shifting under your skin, his own nudity to match. He also has a cheat sheet on his phone with all the pubs and bookshops he's heard you say you'd like to visit, in case you decide to go out.

He cuddles up to your naked form and buries his smile in your hair that's sprawled on both pillows, feeling it in his bones how awesome the next two days will be.

Yet he's startled by his phone on the nightstand next to him. This is what he feared about any time off, that the phone rings and he has to work instead of doing anything else he might have planned. You stir next to him, too, when the ringtone rises in pitch.

It's his agent so he has to answer the call because it might be important, but he never leaves the bed as he listens to Chris run through a flimsy apology for calling on his weekend off.

"'S fine," he says, curling his leg around yours when you shift towards him, thinking this is just another formality about the upcoming films he'll be working on and that it should be over fast.

Lewd images cross his brain - your nails dragging down his abs, his teeth nipping your curves, crotches meeting in sync - as he watches the curve of your hip bump into his lazily. He cuts them off quickly when Chris starts throwing legal terms left and right. Apparently there are issues with his next contract that just can't wait until Monday and she wants him in her office as soon as possible. Frank, too.

Tom hangs up the phone and lets it fall between your bodies, sliding a hand across your belly and around your side. He pulls you close and you hum, wrapping yourself around him and pushing until he rolls down onto his back. The warmth of your skin does wonders to Tom's mind, his hand gripping your side a little harder when you stir more strongly and open one eye.

"Morning," you croak, clearing your throat next.

"Yeah," he sighs, entangling your legs the way you love with his foot between yours. He could be waking you up for so many other reasons, you could be breathing over his morning wood instead of his bicep, but alas it has to be this. "I have to go soon."

"Wh-uh?" Your mumble is all strangled and incomprehensible, but it only makes you more alluring to him. Tom loves laid-back moments like this, the lazy, relaxed way you both can just lie there and make stupid sounds and understand each other.

"Chris called, I have to go into her office this morning," Tom explains, hiding a kiss under your chin when you lift your face up. Your eyes are glazed over with sleep, but wide and inquiring. "I'm sorry. She said there's some urgent legal stuff we have to go through. Frank should call soon, too."

"But our weekend..."

"I know, I'm so sorry. Hopefully, we still have tomorrow." Tom is crushed that he has to do this to you, but sadly you both know something like this could happen at any moment, given his unpredictable schedule.