Unscripted Love • A Tom Hardy fanfic

Chapter 9

After the last week of heavy lifting and cardio, Tom was looking forward to a day off. He hadn't seen Fiona since Tuesday due to her midterms and then his schedule. After the other night, all Tom could think about was the way she moaned. When he remembered how soft her skin felt against his and it made him ache. He would visit her at her dorm the few days he saw her, but it was impossible to feel romantic in such a small area. So while they made out, nothing progressed. This time he coordinated with Miles so he could spend all day Sunday with Fiona. He made sure he knew not to come banging on his door this time.

Fiona was feeling the strain of not having sex also. She wanted to feel his lips on her skin. She showered and made sure everything was perfect for him. She wanted him. If he didn't make a move tonight, she wasn't going to be able to hold back, she thought.

Tom arrived in the evening, Fiona watched from the dormitory doorway, he lit up a cigarette as he got out of his blue sports car. He took a couple drags before heading her way. He wasn't proud of his smoking and planned to finish it before he got to the door.

He wore a maroon and gray long sleeve shirt that had the words London Love on the front. His brown hair was tousled like he took a shower and just shook his head, which was probably what happened. He had a way of looking like he put in no effort but still somehow came out looking like the hottest person to walk the earth. His beard was shaved, probably that morning, but some stubble was already back on his face.

He smirked sideways as he came towards her, like he knew how much he drove her wild. Yet Fiona had the same effect on him. He stared at how long her legs looked in her dark blue shorts with bootie heels. Her green shirt was loose and tied low on her hip. He couldn't wait to run his hands up her legs. Too many thoughts ran through his head.

He held the cigarette between his lips and pulled his final draw before tossing it into the receptacle. He took a swig of his soda bottle and swished it in his mouth to rid the cigarette taste as best he could.

He gave her a side hug and kissed her cheek, as people shuffled in and out the door going to parties or study groups. Fiona grabbed Tom's hand and held it behind her as they went up the four flights of stairs. Tom watched as her shorts went up even higher as she climbed each step. Before he knew it they were on her floor and he lost the great view of her ass.

"How was your day?" She asked, opening her door.

"Better now," he smiled, she blushed.

When they got inside her room, she swooped her neck and gathered all her hair up in a tight ponytail. Her shirt lifted slightly and Tom got a glimpse of the small of her back. He couldn't help but moan out of reflex. Fiona heard him and turned around to look at him.

"Sorry," he joked. "So what do college kids do on a Saturday night?"

"Do you want to go to a party?" She asked jokingly. There was a huge one going on tonight, she had only been to one in her life but she knew Tom didn't go to college.

"Sure," Tom shrugged, "are you going to wear that?"

"Do I look bad?" Fiona looked down nervously and then at herself in her full length mirror. "Is it the boots?"

"No. No, no, no. You look great, trust me. Just there's other guys and..." he stopped searching for the words, "and I don't want them checking you out."

"You're right, let me go put on a snow suit, that will help," she beamed, happy that he would be jealous.

Tom rolled his eyes. He knew how it sounded out loud and added, "It's fine! I'll try to control myself."

"You think girls aren't going to flirt with you? A guy probably wouldn't come up to me if I'm with you, but girls don't care," she second guessed the idea of the party feeling her own jealousy begin to fester. They both were feeling the same way but didn't want the other to know.