Unscripted Love • A Tom Hardy fanfic

Chapter 28

Fiona held onto Tom's arm as they hurried downtown in the harsh winter temperatures. Fiona pulled Tom to a stop.

"Oh my god, it's cold but you are walking so fast," she giggled and tried to catch her breath, "I am literally running."

"Oh, you don't love a midnight city run?" Tom laughed. He didn't realize he was dragging her along and slowed his pace. The hotel was just up ahead, he could see the colorful artwork halfway up the building. He pulled her along and put his arm around over her shoulder.

A small group of women spotted Tom from the bar as the two hurried in from the cold. They squealed drunkenly and hurried over to the two. Tom acknowledged his fans and headed toward them. He flashed Fiona a small smile that he hoped conveyed how much he was sorry. He knew he had to be friendly, his fans were his livelihood. He really didn't mind in most instances, it was a bit of a drag when he was exhausted and hadn't had sex in weeks. The girls held their phones up to take photos with him. Tom smiled with the girls and some asked to kiss him. He laughed and said ok, they each took a photo kissing him. He looked over to the foyer where Fiona had stopped to wait for him, but he didn't see her. He looked around the bar while the girls talked to him. They shared how much they loved the play that evening and that they saw Bronson more than once.

"I seem to have misplaced my girlfriend though," Tom chuckled. It was his way of trying to get away from the girls but he was actually worried she was upset with him.

"Oh I saw her go toward the elevator," one girl said, "is she an actor too?"

"No, she's not," Tom signed a photograph of him that these girls must have been carrying around all day. "I should probably find her."

Tom thanked the fans and took the foyer elevator to the 12th floor. His phone showed no texts or calls, he hoped that was a good sign she wasn't too angry. The door beeped as he swiped his card.

"Doll, I'm so sorry," he closed the door and hung his coat up in the closet. "You know I have to..."

Tom rounded the corner to see Fiona waiting on the bed for him in the maroon lingerie. She sat up on her knees at the end of the bed and pulled on Tom's tie, slowly reeling him to her. Tom instinctively pulled the suit jacket off and let it fall to the floor. Fiona pulled at the button-down shirt that was tucked into his pants. As the shirt came out, she slipped her hand in the front of his pants.

They both moaned as she grabbed his cock firmly in her palm. She slowly stroked it as best she could with his pants still closed. Tom unbuttoned his shirt, his hands uncoordinated from the pleasure that was overtaking him. Fiona opened his pants and shimmied them down his ass. Before they fell to the floor she had taken his cock in her mouth. Tom looked down, seeing her on her stomach with her lips around him. Her ass was peeking out of the panties he got her. He pulled the panties to him, watching them slip further between her round cheeks. He leaned forward and spanked her, watching as it shook from the impact.

Fiona's mouth was dripping with spit as she sucked his cock in and out. Tom moaned loudly before stepping back, barely able to resist the urge to cum. He pulled his arms from the shirt and tossed it on the nearby desk. She kneeled tall in front of him, running her hands over his body. He was about to take his tie, his last piece of clothing, over his head but Fiona stopped him.

"No, no, I'm going to need something to hold when I'm riding you," she yanked on the fabric as Tom growled under his breath. She pulled him onto the bed, his body pinning her underneath it.

Tom's teeth were pulling at Fiona's neck, it hurt but she couldn't help but moan. She sat up making Tom fall to his side and consequently rolled into his back. He propped himself up to watch her stand next to the bed. She pulled her panties down revealing her smooth bare pussy.

Fiona climbed on the bed and took Tom's dick back in her mouth, coating it in her saliva. She then crawled onto Tom's lap and rubbed his wet dick against her moist pussy. Fiona lifted her body and slowly eased his cock inside her, inch by inch. His eyes closed as her pussy squeezed his rod, his hands gripped her sides trying to keep her from moving even a millimeter. He waited until she relaxed and the muscles let go of him just enough before he loosened his hold.

Fiona smirked, knowing that he was so close to cumming from just being inside her made her want to torture him. She looked over at the alarm clock that illuminated 1:33 in big red numbers. As much as she wanted to bring him close and make him beg for release, she didn't want him to be even more tired than he would be.

She held the tie that was around his neck as she bounced on his lap. The slapping of her body against his was loud and rhythmic. She moaned each time his cock pressed against her cervix, it was painful yet satisfying. She lifted herself completely before dropping herself back onto his cock, her wetness dripped down his shaft. Tom's eyes stared at Fiona's perfect body as she rubbed her clit while she grinded against him.

Fiona let herself be taken over by her orgasm. Her knuckles were white as she grasped the headboard while she rode him faster, pounding his cock inside her. She hoped the walls were soundproof, his name could not be suppressed from her lips. Tom pulled her down to kiss her gasping lips, her hips stilled momentarily. He held her while he took over thrusting into her.

"Cum for me," Fiona whispered into his ear, still whimpering from her orgasm. Her breath blew against his ear with each stroke inside her.

"Kiss me," he moaned, pulling her to him. Their tongues fought one another for dominance over the other's mouth, hungrily trying to devour each other. Fiona won the fight when Tom let out a groan against her open mouth. He pulled his cock out and sprayed his hot cum all over her ass. His mouth was unable to do anything else until the wave of pleasure lessened and he was brought back to his body.

"I love you," she said as she nipped at his lips while he panted in the aftermath. Her hands stroked his hair, appreciating every inch of him that made her love him.

He kissed her bottom lip, not managing to gain control of his body yet. He tiredly whispered, "I love you, too."

"Do you have an alarm for tomorrow?" Fiona asked, watching Tom start to doze off as she played with his hair.

"Mmhmm," he confirmed without opening his eyes.

After sex Fiona found herself with more energy and typically couldn't fall asleep for a while. She laid there next to him running her hands all over his body. He was snoring, so she knew she wasn't keeping him awake. She thought of sweet gestures she could do for him either for when he woke up or just throughout the weekend. The orgasm they shared, released a new batch of endorphins within Fiona and she wanted, rather needed, to show him how much she loved him. Most of her ideas were not sex-related but more cute and sweet. She rolled over on her back and looked up at the ceiling, her hand was under the blankets interlaced with his limp fingers. She smiled as her mind wandered.

At 8 am the clock radio clicked over to the local radio station in the middle of their weather forecast for the day. Tom sleepily rolled over to turn the alarm off, stumbling over Fiona's body between him and the nightstand. He smiled, he had momentarily forgotten Fiona was with him for the next few days. He lowered the radio listening to how cold and windy it would be. He hoped they would do the forecast for Monday since he had planned something for Fiona's birthday, but they only did the weekend.

Strands of Fiona's dark hair had fallen over her face as she slept, Tom brushed the hair behind her ear. He stroked her cheek with the back of his fingertips, watching her stir from his touch. Fiona's eyes were heavy as she slowly opened them to Tom's warm smile. She instantly smiled back, unable to refrain even if she wanted to. His hazel eyes held her prisoner, she couldn't look away.

"Good morning, darling," his fingertips ran down her neck creating goosebumps along her arms and legs. He extended his graze over her shoulder to meet up with her fingertips, she blushed as he traced over her excited skin. "I almost forgot how beautiful you look in the morning."

"I almost forgot how your voice sounds in the morning," she reached out and ran her fingers over his luscious lips. When she was around him all the time his accent kind of got lost but hearing it in the morning when his voice was still a little raspy reminded her of how sexy it was.