Unscripted Love • A Tom Hardy fanfic

Chapter 59

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Well today was a fun day," Tom said to Fiona picking up some empty glasses that were left in the living room.

"Yeah it was, for the most part," she shot him a sideways glance. She smiled and rolled her eyes.

"Oh it was fine," he kissed the top of her head as he took the rest of the garbage from her. "Anything else before I take this to the rubbish bin?"

"I think that's it," Fiona took a final look around. Tom disappeared out the side door and tossed the white garbage bag in the tall black bin, making sure to lock the lid to keep raccoons away.

"What do you say we go fire up the hot tub, I'm still sore from this morning." Tom was sore, sure, but he had been thinking about the hot tub since Eric brought it up earlier.

"Sure," Fiona shrugged and glanced at the clock, it was only 8. She knew they wouldn't be going to bed for another 3 hours at least. "Let me get changed, I'll meet you out there?"

Tom nodded and turned the lights on along the path before he went down to start up the tub. The water was pretty cold since they hadn't used it, but the pool boy kept it clean just in case. Turning the knob to 101 degrees, he took his shirt off and threw it on the chair. He lit up his half smoked cigar from earlier and held it between his lips as he shimmied out of his shorts. Standing there in his tight under armor shorts, he waited for the tub to steam. He looked up at the house to see if Fiona was on her way down yet but couldn't see farther than a foot from the windows, which he made a note to tell Fiona she doesn't have to worry about people watching her. He dipped his hand in and felt the soothing boiling water and figured he'd get in and wait for her.

With two towels tucked under her arm, Fiona could see his muscular back toward her as she walked barefoot down the steps.

"Is it good?" She asked, making Tom jump at her voice. He turned toward her about to take his cigar out to reply but he froze holding it against his lips.

Fiona had gotten a new suit last week but it had been raining almost every day so she never put it on. She knew she looked good in it, but she was self conscious about being so confident.

Still standing in the tub not answering, Tom couldn't help but be mesmerized by his fiance's body. Her suntanned skin complimented the black string bikini that barely covered it. The bottoms hung low on her hips and were tied in bows on each side.

"Uhh," Tom stuttered as she stood there looking at the water about to get in. "Can you put this on the table for me darlin'?"

Tom handed her his watch that he forgot to take off. It was a ploy, mostly, to get her to turn around for him. The bra part tied at the top and around her back, the ribbons dangled against her skin. As she leaned over the patio chair to reach the table the small bottoms pinched between her cheeks. Tom got a great view of the part where her thighs met her ass. He pulled on the cigar and let a cloud of smoke out as he watched her walk back to the tub. Her breasts bounced slightly with each step. She tied her hair up in a high ponytail before stepping over and into the tub.

Tom held out his hand for her to grab as she eased into the bubbles. He caressed her body as he pulled her in for a kiss reaching a hand around to give her ass a hungry squeeze. Giggling under his touch, she splashed him playfully before running her wet, warm hands over Tom's bare chest. She traced along his tattoos and rubbed over his shoulder where he had gotten her name.

Tom leaned over the side of the tub and put his cigar out on the pavement. He slid down to sit pulling Fiona onto his lap.

"You are so hot," Fiona said to him, her legs straddled him as she played with his hair. "Sexy, not temperature wise. Well also temperature wise, obviously."