Unscripted Love • A Tom Hardy fanfic

Chapter 32

"Hey," Tom shouted into the house, tossing his keys on the counter. He closed the door behind him, keeping the cold of an early spring night out. "Fi?"

"Hey sorry, in here," Fiona shouted from the bedroom.

Tom pulled his heavy coat off and hung it on the back of the door, before proceeding to the bedroom. After 3 ½ weeks apart, Tom practically flew home. He barely remembered the highway.

"It feels so good to be home," Tom said entering the bedroom. Instead of Fiona naked on the bed like he had hoped, she was laying with Henry on her lap and Hunter at the foot of the bed. The three of them watching Friends.

"What's up?" She asked, seeing the disappointment across his face.

"Nothing," he shook his head.

"Am I uglier than you remember?" She paused the show and turned to him.

"What? No," he said with a laugh. "I thought you were in here waiting to seduce me, that's all."

"Oh, sorry," she sat up, Henry jumped off her lap. "I just don't feel well."

"What's wrong?" He sat next to her on the bed, feeling like a dick for expecting her to be naked.

"Eh," she shrugged.

"Is there something I can do?" He kissed her cheek.

"No, I'm ok, I just want to lay here," she said.

"Ok, love. I'm going to take a shower and then I'll join you, if thats ok," he wasn't sure if she wanted to be alone or not.

"Of course it's ok," she pulled him to her lips. "I missed you."

. . . .

Tom climbed into bed next to Fiona, covering his half naked body with the duvet.

"Actually, before you get comfortable, I got ice cream in the freezer if you want," as soon as the words were out of her mouth, Tom was already out of bed. She knew he enjoyed ice cream and tv almost as much as sex. She could hear him rummage through the silverware for a spoon.

Returning with the quart in his hands, he climbed back in bed with a huge grin on his face. He was as happy as a kid who was on his way to Disneyland.

"You want one?" he offered her one of the two spoons he grabbed.

Fiona laughed but shook her head. "You're weird for being a vanilla guy."

"What? It's the flavor," he put the spoons on the bed to lift the lid, revealing the untouched cream. "Mmm this is gonna be so good."

He dug the spoon into the soft vanilla and moaned as he ate it.

"Ok, calm down there," Fiona looked at him, unsure why he sounded so turned on. She was also unsure why she was feeling a little turned on as well.

"Sorry," he said with a full mouth, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

"I'm pretty sure I've never heard you moan as much than you are right now," Fiona said. Tom turned his head toward her, looking like she had disturbed a hungry wolf that was looming over it's prey.

"I'll gladly eat you instead if you're jealous," he raised his eyebrows.

Little did he know that was exactly what she wanted. She would gladly let the ice cream melt into a puddle while she climbed on top of him. Or better yet ate the ice cream at the same time as eating her. The thoughts flooded her head as she watched his lips close around the spoon.

"So your nephew is coming tomorrow, you said?" Tom asked, breaking her reverie.

"Uh, yeah," Fiona said. "For a few days. I guess this is the adult version of spring break: babysitting."