Christmas Wrapping - A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic

4.

I lay in the dark in my temporary room, staring at the clock that projected onto the ceiling, casting a gentle red glow on my surroundings.

2:06am.

I'd been staring at it since I came to bed at midnight.

With a sigh, I threw the covers back and slung my legs over the side of the bed, wincing as my feet touched the cool floorboards beneath them. Feeling around the bottom of my bed I laid my hands on the overly fluffy socks that I had discarded earlier for being too cosy - something I was now glad of.

I rubbed my bare arms as I stood up, silently cursing myself for my poor choice in pyjamas. 'Short shorts and a vest are not a good choice, Rosie.' I mentally scolded myself as I headed for the door. Opening it without a sound, I saw a faint glow coming from the living room at the end of the hall - someone else was up.

I padded quietly towards the light, peering my head round the doorframe I saw the light was actually coming from the kitchen. I headed in and saw Tom, one hand stretched out on the worktop, a steaming mug in the other as he stared out of the window at the gently falling snow.

He seemed to sense me. Turning his head to face me, a small smile with a hint of concern to it. "Are you ok?" He asked, his voice hushed.

I nodded, "Yeah, just couldn't sleep." I shrugged and moved to the island that sat in the middle of the kitchen floor, leaning against it. Tom turned his whole body and we stood directly opposite each other, a gentle silence falling over us.

"Can I get you one?" he asked, holding his cup up and nodding in the direction of the still steaming kettle.

"That would be lovely." My voice came out quieter than intended. He smiled and grabbed a mug from the cupboard, pouring the contents of the kettle into it.

A shiver ran up my spine and a small noise escaped my lips. In any  normal room it would have been inaudible. But, in the silence of the near empty kitchen it reverberated and Tom turned, "Are you cold?" He asked, handing me my warm mug. "I'm fine, honestly." I said as

I cuddled my mug, using it as a portable form of central heating. He smiled as he wandered out of my sight. I took a sip from my drink - warm orange juice. It was the perfect thing to warm me up right now.

Pushing myself up from the island, I wandered over to the spot previously occupied by Tom. The snow had always had a hypnotising effect on me. I rested my mug on the worktop and continued staring.

I felt a warmth around my shoulders and was brought out of my trance. Turning my head I noticed Tom's large hands covering my shoulder, smoothing down the blanket from the couch in the living room. "Can't have you being cold darling." He smiled and returned to his mug. "Thank you so much." I smiled at him. "Oh, and Merry Christmas."  It was after midnight after all.

He stopped before he took a drink from his cup and smiled at me, "Merry Christmas Rosie."

After a few minutes of silence, sipping and snow-watching I wandered over the the french doors that stood next to the window we had been gazing from. Placing my mug on the worktop, I was aware of Tom staring, a curious look on his face.

I placed my hand on the freezing cold handle and turned the lock, opening and slipping out the door into the cold and the falling snow.

"Are you mad?!" Tom whisper-shouted at me, "you'll catch your death out there!"

I grinned at him, "Quite possibly and I DON'T CARE!" I laughed before twirling round, my head thrown back, feeling the snow land gently on my cheeks.

"You are something else, Rosie." He laughed as he placed his mug down.

"Come join me!" I begged him as he stood in the doorway with his arms folded. "Come on! We can make snow angels, or are you scared?" I challenged him and he laughed, his head rolling back and his Adam's apple bouncing gently.

"Nobody calls me scared!" He retalliated and ran out into the snow, diving into it and rolling onto his back, his arms and legs flailling as he made the angel in the snow.

I looked down at him laughing, "I didn't think you actually be mad enough to do it!" I shrieked, holding my stomach as I laughed hard.

"You challenged me, I'm not one to give up on something like that" He shrugged as he lay in his creation. I wanderd over to him, my fluffy socks now sodden due to being out in the snow. He lay thee, the cutest of smiles on his face, his hair soaked with snow and fresh flakes continually falling on him.

"You're mad, you know that." I said as I looked down at him. Even here, in his pyjamas, with soggy hair, he looked good. We stood in silence, just staring at each other. His eyes staring into mine. I bit my lip as he seemes to stare straight into my soul. Next thing I knew, I felt his cold hand wrap around my wrist and was met with a face full of snow as I landed with an 'oof!' on the ground next to him.

I wiped my face snd turned to fave him. "What are you do-" I was cut off, Tom pressed his lips on mine, kissing me with gentle passion. It soared through me and made me feel on fire. His lips gently massaged mine as his hands came up and - with the most gentl touch I had ever known - cradled my cheeks, keeping me close to him. Little did he know I had no intention of pulling back.

His hand left my face and I felt his arm snake around me, reaching over to pull the blanket over us both. Here we lay, soaked, freezing and covered by a soggy blanket in the snow. Yet neither of us gave a damn.

Tom's tongue ran gently over my bottom lip with the most gentle of touches. I responded by ever so gently nipping his bottom lip, kissing it after I had. We pulled away, both out of breath. Plumes of white mist coming from us as our breath escaped. That was, hands down, the most magical kiss I had ever had.

"So that's what I missed out on earlier." he whispered, referring to Jenn last night. I watched his eyes as he studied my face, like he never wanted to forget it. The back of his fingers gently ran over my cheekbones and a shiver ran up my spine which Tom noticed.

"Come on you, let's get warmed up." He sat up in the snow and held his hands out for me. Gripping onto him gently, he pulled me up and into his arms, kissing me once more when I was fully upright. Thankfully he was holding onto me. My knees buckled as we kissed again - damn, this man knew what he was doing. I felt like I was floating, like I was one of the snowflakes drifting around us.

I pulled away breathless and he rested his forehead on mine. Grabbing my hands he pulled me inside and over to the couch. I discarded the wet blanket while Tom lit a fire before joining me on the couch, wrapping us both up in a new blanket. It wasn't long before we were surrounded by warmth again.

"I'm glad Jenn wasn't here to interrupt this time." Tom whispered and kissed my temple.

"Me too." I agreed with him and we sat on the couch, curled up in each other, oblivious to the outside the world. Tom's arm wrapped around me as I rested my head on him. My mind floated back to the kiss we shared outside just a few moments ago.

As far as Christmases went, so far this was one of the best.