Unscripted Love • A Tom Hardy fanfic

Chapter 50

[TW: talk of rape.

It's not essential to the story and can be skipped! I wrote it for my own benefit/therapy and debated posting it or not.]

The next morning, daylight shone through the window revealing them in practically the same position they fell asleep in. Tom's arms still wrapped around Fiona and her body still passed out over him. Both Tom and Fiona didn't sleep as soundly when they were apart as they did when they were together. Neither of them stirred until 10 when Henry jumped on top of Tom and bit his cheek. Tom woke with a jolt. It was meant as a sweet bite of love but the cat chose the most sensitive places to nip with his sharp as dagger teeth. He then yowled at Tom to feed him. The two twin cats were part Maine Coon and both about 15 lbs each. Tom shooed him off a few times until Henry walked over to his food bowl and began eating the heap of food that was already in there.

Tom looked over at Fiona, she appeared unphased and still sound asleep on his arm. He laid awake for a while staring off into space, soaking up the moment. He stroked the exposed smooth and unblemished skin on Fiona's lower back. Looking down at his own skin, covered with tattoos and concluded she couldn't say the same about him. He had names or symbols for his exes across his body, silly tattoos he got when he was young, some he didn't even remember. He thought about covering some of them up but it was a road map of where he'd been. Realizing in that moment that he hadn't gotten a tattoo for Fiona yet, one for everything she represented to him.

Fiona woke to find Tom daydreaming. She watched him for a bit, his forehead wrinkling as if he was thinking about something concerning. Sometimes she saw his lips move like he was having a conversation, or maybe singing a song in his head.

His beard had to be kept trimmed while filming so that it never looked different between scenes. She liked the length on him and reached out her hand to stroke it. He was startled at her touch but then closed his eyes, feeling her warm hand on his face.

"What were you thinking about?" Fiona whispered to him, her voice not fully awake yet. She let her hand trail down his neck.

He turned his head to her, "The same thing I think about every day."

"How to take over the world?" She said in a crazy voice.

Tom stared at her.

Fiona erupted into laughter. She assumed it would be funny, but she then realized he didn't get the reference. A cultural difference and maybe an age difference too.

"It was from a show growing up," she tried to explain and dial back the crazy, "it was about two lab rats who tried to take over the world..."

He remained quiet watching her try to explain some ridiculous cartoon. He liked to think his shows were a little more sophisticated but if he tried to explain them it would definitely sound similar to Fiona's recap. Eventually she stopped rambling about the mice, one stupid but funny and the other smart and serious, and took what was probably her first breath.

"That sounds riveting," Tom laughed when she was through.

"You had to be there," she added with a shrug.

"Clearly," Tom joked. He looked outside at the sunny weather.

"Do you wanna go for a run with me?"

She wanted badly to say no. Her period came, it would have been an easy excuse but she liked pretending she enjoyed exercise as much as he did. When he wasn't home she got dressed and did yoga mostly or went for a walk. He just assumed she went jogging regularly.

"Sure," she reluctantly got out of bed.

After their quick sprint down the road and back up the incline, she was starving. They went through the side door that led to the kitchen. Fiona sat on a stool and finished her water, Tom leaned on the other side across from her.