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Untitled Tom Hiddleston Fanfic (rough draft, looking for opinions)

I look at myself in the mirror for about the hundredth time that night, wondering if my dark blue, satin gown will be enough. I’m not even sure why I agreed to go to this dinner. I’m not good around new people or famous people for that matter. They usually think I’m snobby because I don’t talk much, but that’s not true, I’m just shy and don’t have much self confidence.

But this isn’t for me, I think to myself. This is for her, your best friend, Jenn. This dinner is a celebration for the opening night of the big play she’s in, ‘Coriolanus’. She tries so hard to get me out, mostly to meet guys. She thinks I’m lonely. She’s right. It's been almost a year since I was last with someone.

I guess I’ll do, I think, sighing at my reflection. I decide to keep my dark brown hair loose, flowing long and wavy down my bare back. I add a small amount of black liner and mascara to my too big, blue eyes. I walk away from the full length mirror for the last time and throw on my silver heels. I wish they weren't necessary, but being only 5'4, they are. Walking towards the door, I grab the matching silver clutch and my keys from the table and head down to the apartment lobby to wait for the limo.

“Cassie!!” I hear Jenn scream as I walk out of the apartment building doors towards the limo. Great, I think, she's already been drinking. She gives me an awkward bear hug as I climb in to the already full backseat. “Yes, hello, Jenny.” I say, attempting to hug her back as I squeeze in. When I finally get the door closed and Jenns’ arm off me, I take a quick look around the limo and realize I know absolutely no one; awesome.

I try to keep my eyes down, to avoid unnecessary eye contact with strangers, as we make our way to the restaurant.

But my efforts are proved to be in vain when Jenn screams over the noise, “Oh!! I almost forgot!! Cass, this beyond gorgeous man next to you is the one and only, Tom Hiddleston. I’ve been dying for you two to meet since I met him. You guys are perfect for each other! Like, seriously!!”, she giggles and nudges me. I glance up to my right and lock eyes with the most beautiful pair of blue-green eyes I have ever seen. I feel my face heat up and when he smiles down at me; I swear my heart stuttered.

“Hello there, I’m Tom.” He says kindly. I just stare at him dumbstruck. After a few seconds of my gaping, he raises a single eyebrow at me and I finally manage to choke out, “Oh-oh, God, I’m so sorry, um, I’m Cassandra.” I feel my face get even hotter. I quickly look back down at my hands, trying to avoid eye contact with the perfect man next to me.

I am so stupid, I think to myself. I have never introduced myself as ‘Cassandra’ to anyone. I always call myself ‘Cassie’. What is wrong with me? Why do I feel like I have to be so formal with him? Good God, he probably thinks I’m crazy. As I think that, I hear a subtle “Hehehe.” from next to me. Yep, he thinks I’m crazy; awesome. Well, there goes that set up. Not like I had a chance in hell anyway. Sigh.

When we finally make it to the restaurant, I quickly climb out and wait for everyone else to make their way to the entrance before I start to tag along behind. Jenn is totally lost in her theater group and that’s fine. I don’t want her bringing me into the conversation anyway. I’m almost caught up to the group when I hear someone say next to me, “Are you alright, darling? You seem on edge.” Oh my God, it’s him. How did I not notice him?

“Um…” I say back. “I think I’m okay. I’m just not used to being all dressed up or being out with strangers.” I glance up for a split second and notice that he’s smirking at me. Great, he thinks I’m a joke. “Well,” he says, “If my opinion means anything, I think you look stunning. The blue of your dress goes beautifully with your skin tone.” I feel my face get hot again.

“Also, don’t see me as a stranger. I’d like to get to know you, if that’s alright with you, darling…” He leaves the last sentence hanging in the air. Thinking of our first encounter, I presume he's just being polite or keeping a promise to Jenn. I stop walking, turn around, look him straight in the eye, smile sadly and reply, “I’m not sure I’m worth your time, Mr. Hiddleston.” Before he can say something back, I hurry inside and make my way to the crowded table and sit near the back.

As dinner progresses , I can feel Tom’s gaze on me. I try very hard not to look at him. He somehow managed to switch seats with a fellow actor to sit across from me. Why? He’s been trying to get my attention all night; Brushing hands while grabbing our drinks, slightly nudging my foot under the table, and now he’s trying to catch my eye by staring. Why?

He knows I can feel him. I blush. I see from the corner of my eye that he smiles. He knows he has an effect on me.

Eventually he says, “So, Darling, tell me, why are you so scared of intimacy?” I snap my head up. What the fuck? I think.

“Ah! Finally, she graces me with those beautiful eyes!” He says, chuckling.

“I am not scared of intimacy.” I reply intently, then lower my voice and say, “I’m just scared of getting hurt again.” as look back down at my plate.

He seems taken back by my statement. I stare at my barely touched cake and think, good, maybe now he'll understand that I'm damaged goods and he'll stop taunting me with the hope of his affections.

He does indeed stop trying to get my attention, and just stays quiet for the rest of dinner.

When we make our way out to the parking lot, I realize the cool January air is chilling on my bare skin. Crap, I didn't even think about grabbing a jacket. Waiting for a taxi in this will suck. I ponder waiting inside, but I notice out of the corner of my eye an employee locking up. Fuck.

I don’t know why Jenn didn’t rent the limo for the entire night. Or why she didn't tell me that she didn't, for that matter. I check my phone to see what time it is; 10 past 1 in the morning. The taxi service is all night right? I fish my phone out of my clutch, unlock it and Google a taxi service. While I wait for my phone to load the page, I glance up and notice everyone else has left.

Gee, thanks, Jenn, I think. I also notice that Tom is standing next to a sleek, black Jaguar, staring at me. I look back down at my phone quickly. I shiver, unsure if it's from the cold or the feeling in my stomach. Damn, I curse to myself, it still hasn’t loaded. Service is shit out here. I rub my left arm with my free hand in a vain attempt to keep warm. The next thing I know, there is a jacket being draped on my shoulders. I jump as I look up to see Tom inches from me.

“Hello, again, Darling.” he practically purrs. I sigh shakely. “Hello, Tom.” I reply softly. “You look cold," he scolds, "Don’t you have a ride home?” I glance up at him, he looks genuinely concerned. “I’m trying to call a cab but my phone is being slow.” I reply lamely as I look down at it. “I’ll be fine.”

Suddenly, he grabs my chin and makes me look at him. “Don’t hide those beautiful eyes from me.” He scolds.

I blush and try to look away from his gaze but something about the way he’s looking at me pins me to the spot.

He brushes his knuckles against my cheek and says, “Let me take you home, darling.” I hear the double meaning in his words, but all I can do is nod as I melt under his touch.

He’s silent all the way to my apartment. It makes me nervous. He has such an effect on me, it’s insane. I wonder if he feels the static in the small space…

No. Stop it. Don’t get your hopes up, Cass, I scold myself. He’s too good for you anyway, I think sadly. When we pull up to the doors of my apartment building, he parks the car and looks over at me, eyes burning.

“Um, th-thank you.” I manage to stutter. I try to climb out of the car, but in my clumsiness, he beats me and helps me out. He grabs my hand urgently, pulling me towards the doors.

“Um, did you want to come up?” I ask lamely. He just looks down at me with a fire is his eyes that makes my stomach do somersaults.

Oh, I wonder, is he mad at me? I look away, embarrassed.

When we reach the elevator, and get inside, I push the button for my floor and stare at the ground. I would be playing with my hands, but he still has my left firmly in his right. The elevator dings as it reaches my floor. He pulls me out and gestures for me to show the way. I walk slowly to my door, which is two down from the elevator, and fumble try to find my keys.

Once I do, I drop them. Fuck. He’s quicker than me, grabs them and hands them to me. I gaze up at him, stunned. He smiles down at me and says, “Open the door, Darling.”

Once we’re inside I lay my bag down on the table and kick off my heels.

“Um, I’ll just go and change really quick." I say quickly, needing a second to breath and collect my wits before I expire.

"Um, make yourself at home, Mr. Hiddleston.” I say as I scurry off to my room, I hear him say under his breath, “Oh, I fully intend to.” When I get to my room, I close the door mostly, only leaving a crack.

What the hell is going on? I think to myself.

Why is he in my apartment?

How did this happen?

A million more questions and doubts run through my head before I come back to reality and realize that I'm just standing in the middle of my room. You need to change, I tell myself, then go offer the man a drink.

When I go to unzip my dress, I realize that the zipper is stuck. Shit.

What do I do? Do I try harder? I don’t want to rip the dress...

Great, I have to ask the Greek God in my living room to undress me. How embarrassing.

I take a deep, shaky breath.

“Um, T-tom?” I call weakly.

“Yes, darling?” he replies from the living room.

“Um," I clear my throat, "I, um, need help, please.” I say quickly. I can already feel the burning heat on my face. I hear a soft, “Hehehe.” as he makes his way to my room.

My back is to him as he opens the door the rest of the way.

Oh my God, I think, he’s in my room. I try to even my breathing.

He walks up behind me, just inches from my bare back.

Oh, my...

My heartbeat accelerates to an unhealthy speed. I’m sure he can hear it. I move my hands so that I’m holding up the front of my dress. I momentarily think about what underwear I’m wearing because with how low cut the dress is in the back, he’ll see the top of my panties. Thank God I chose a lacy black thong.

I feel his strong hands on my mid-lower back unhooking the top of the zipper and then leaving one hand there and moving the zipper slowly down with the other.

Oh God, this is hot. I bite my lip, stifling a moan. I feel the butterflies in my stomach and a heat in my groin that I haven’t felt in a long time.

Oh God. How far is this going to go?

When he reaches the bottom of the zipper I hear his breath hitch when he sees how low the dress goes.

“This is nice.” he says coyly, as he toys with the lace at my hip.

My breath catches. Oh, my.

I feel him move closer to me, his hard chest pressed against my bare back. I can feel his arousal pressed against my lower back.

Oh, my, this is hot.

I feel his breath on my neck as he moves his hands to hold my hips, pulling me closer to him.

“Tell me something, Darling, do you think I would hurt you?” he purrs against my neck.

I shiver and try not to moan.

“Do you know nothing of me and my reputation?” he continues. He lightly kisses the base of my neck.

Ohh…my...

“I don’t chase women to hurt them," he continues, "I chase them so I can love them.” He says as he tightens his grip on my hips.

“And, darling, I think I could love you.” he finishes.

I tremble and melt under his touch as I feel him nipping his way up my neck.

Oh my God, this feels so good.

As he grazes my ear with his teeth, I feel his hands move upward and nudge my hands out of the way so that he’s cupping both my breasts.

Oh, my, I think, this has never felt this good before. He plays with my hardening nipples and massages my breasts. I let my dress drop to the floor and reach up to grab his head. I entwine my fingers in his soft hair, pulling him closer and moan.

“Oh, darling, what you do to me is crazy and I just love it.” he says. He quickly spins me around, pulls me close and gazes in my eyes and says, “You are so beautiful, Cassandra. Your eyes pierce my very soul. You will be my undoing.”

Then he kisses me full on the mouth with such a force it makes me weak at the knees. I moan because he tastes so good and it's so intoxicating.

I could love this man, and that scares me to the core, but I don’t care right now. It may hurt later but right now it’s pure ecstasy.

As he makes love to my mouth, I start to undo his shirt. My fingers shake, it’s been so long since I’ve done this. I feel his smile against my mouth as he lifts his hands to help me.

Once his shirt is off, he starts pushing me towards the bed, never breaking contact with my mouth. When I feel the mattress behind my knees, I fall back pulling him on top of me.

His bare chest on mine is the best feeling in the world. I never knew skin on skin could feel this good. As I start to undo his belt, he stops me as I unbutton his pants.

“Ah, ah, darling.” he says, “Not so fast. I want to devour every inch of you before you have every inch of me.”

At that, he makes his way from my mouth south, nipping and kissing as he goes. When he gets to my panties, he kisses my hipbones feather-like, and blows lightly on them, making me squirm.

I feel his smile on my skin and it’s hot as hell. His hands make their way from my breasts to my hips and he slowly, agonizingly slow I might add, moves my panties down my legs and onto the floor. Thank God I got a Brazilian instead of a bikini wax this month.

I close my eyes and try not to think about what he's seeing. I just want to feel the moment. I can feel his hot breath on my hips as he makes his way south. He grabs one of my legs under the knee and hitches it over his shoulder.

I hear his murmur of appreciation as he finally reaches my sex. He blows lightly at the entrance. I whimper at the feeling. I think I feel him smile right before he devours me.

The feeling is like nothing else in the world. I cry out in pleasure and grip his head, pulling him in closer. His silver tongue is working fast and relentless on my clit. I feel his left hand leave my hip and encase my right breast, teasing the nipple. While his right helps his mouth by sliding two fingers in me. I moan so loud it's embarrassing, but I don't care.

He slides them in and out so fast, I'm not quite sure how it's possible. It feels so good, I feel myself getting close fast. I grip his hair harder, trying to warn him. He doesn't slow. His tongue, still working it's magic, some how pushes harder onto my clit, making me tense around his fingers, which are scratching an itch I didn't even know I had. I arch my back of the bed.

"Ah!" I cry, "Right there! FUCK!"

I climax around his fingers and into his mouth. I'm flying so high from my orgasm that I don't notice him not stop his tongue. At first I don't mind, but after a moment it starts to hurt because it's tender.

"Ah," I moan, "T-tom..?" I whimper. "Please, no more."

I hear him chuckle as he stops, easing his fingers out of me. I peak down at him.

Holy fuck, that look in his eyes could melt metal. He stands at the foot of the bed and stares at me hungrily while he undoes the rest of his pants. As he drops them to the floor, I gasp at the sight. He's so big. I wonder nervously if I can handle it.

I sit up and look at him. He's still staring at me. I bite my lip in anticipation of what he might do next. But then a thought occurs to me, I want to make him squirm.

I look up at him and smirk. He raises an eyebrow at me, wondering what I'm thinking. Oh, sweetie, you'll see in a moment.

Before he can make a move, I stand up quickly and make us switch spots.

Now he's lying on my bed with a shocked look on his face; he didn't expect that.

I slowly straddle his naked form and bend down to kiss him. But not like he did, it's soft and sweet like a lovers kiss.

I move from his mouth to his neck and start kissing him, just barely making contact with his skin. I hear his breath catch and feel goosebumps raise on his arms under my hands.

I keep making my way south, slowly, savoring him and all his perfection. By the time I reach his stomach, he's breathing heavily. I want to shock him, so I trace my tongue around his hipbone and nibble slightly as I move my hand to touch him.

He loses all control and moans when my hand firmly grasps him. I don't move my hand, just my mouth, teasing and suckling the most tender areas around his manhood.

Finally, I lift my head to look up at him.

He's staring at me wide eyed and hungry. I smirk again right before I devour him, not breaking eye contact as I do.

He can't help himself and moans again, louder, throwing his head back.

It's the sexiest noise I've ever heard. It eggs me on.

I am relentless.

Reacting to his reactions to certain spots he seems to enjoy more than others. Mainly it's the tip and the underside he seems to enjoy. I move my hand with my mouth to make him squirm more.

He's lost.

I stop my mouth with only the tip in my mouth and suck and tease with my tongue at the same time.

His hand reaches down and grips my hair hard.

"Darling, please, no more. I don't want to come yet." I hear him pant.

I don't stop, this is payback. But it's like he knows I don't plan on stopping until he's exploded in my mouth.

He suddenly sits up, grabs my shoulders and throws me back on the bed.

Before I can react, he's on top of me, pinning my hands over my head.

He stares down at me and says, "Well that was unexpected, but now it's time for both of us to have fun."

His words are like molten chocolate and drip with lust. He positions himself at my entrance and very slowly eases himself into me so that we both feel every inch.

I cry out at the feeling. So full, so good. I want to move but his hips are digging into mine and I can't.

I am his.

***This is a rough draft of a story that I have been knit picking at for the past 4 years. I decided to post it mainly to get some input on whether or not it’s good and if I should continue. Please lemme know, lovelies <3***

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