Tom and Desai are brought together by circumstance, friendship, and understanding of what each other really need from the other. A monster threatens their happiness, but they rise above to reach the pinnacle they both want and need. True love always...
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***This chapter has sex -- I do not own Tom Hiddleston or any of the characters he plays -- I have not received any money for this as it is fanfiction only ***
A scream unlike anything Tom had ever heard suddenly pierced his sleep. Moving quickly, he stared wide-eyed at Desai as she fought and kicked, screaming, "Stop! Please don't hurt me anymore! Nooo!"
Her legs pumped as if she was running but was moving her nowhere. "Please! NOOO!"
Bobby jumped from the bed and stood whining, Tom quickly reassured his best buddy that everything was okay, and the dog quieted but was not coming close to the bed.
"Desai," Tom shook her. "Wake up!" he demanded as he shook her harder. She screamed again as she continued thrashing and mewling in pain begging some unseen attacker to stop. "Desai!" He grasped her arms and pulled her tightly against him. "Shhh," he murmured softly into her ear. "It's me love. You're safe. It's just a bad dream. I'm here."
She clung to him once she realized she was not in danger. "I'm so sorry," she cried as she shivered. "I didn't mean – I should have told you I have night terrors."
"Shhh, it's all right my love. Tell me what bothers your sleep?" he asked softly as he held her. She was soaked with sweat and he could smell the fear.
"Him. It's always him. He always finds me, no matter where I hide, and ... and ... he always hurts me."
"Who? Who hurt you?" he asked urgently. She looked away until Tom gently turned her to face him, "Please, tell me. You can trust me, Desai."
Tears ran down her face as she wept. "I – I – was raped when I was a little girl. He always comes back in my dreams," she said raggedly as she gasped for breath.
"Who was it?" he asked again as he caressed her face; he wanted, needed to know. He knew he couldn't chase it away, her trauma was soul deep, but by knowing she would know he cared about what had happened to her.
"My cousin, Tucker Lindsey. He was nineteen and I was five," she looked into Thomas' eyes pleadingly, "He didn't just rape me, Thomas," she said in a whisper. "He sodomized me too." She hung her head. "I had to have surgery to repair the damage. I told you about – my wedding night and Andrew," she murmured. She continued to shake but knew she was safe and sound as long as she was in Thomas' arms. He wouldn't allow any harm to come to her.
He held her until her breathing had calmed then he moved from the bed.
"Where are you going?" she asked, doing her best to keep the fear from her voice as she reached for him.
"I'm going to draw you a bath," he said lovingly. "I'll be right back." He kissed her deeply before he whispered, "No one will ever hurt you again while I'm with you. I promise you that." He caressed her cheek, "Now, I want you to think of something nice."
Desai watched as Bobby came closer but slowly. "Oh! I scared you. Sweetie, I'm so, so, sorry, Bobby." She patted the bed, "C'mon, you little chocolate fur-ball. C'mon, it's okay." She giggled as he leaped and then began his assault.
