'Until Death Do Us Apart' (Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction)

Chapter 21

'*Walls (naked edition) - Ruben*'

SATURDAY 16.10.2021

After dancing for hours and after finishing the entire meal, I went upstairs to the bathroom to brush my teeth, followed closely by Tom. I put a layer of toothpaste on the bristles of his toothbrush and did the same with mine.

Standing behind me, his left hand was tucked under my sweater and he was stroking my skin tenderly. I had my head resting against his chest and was looking at him through the mirror.

I was convinced that I was falling madly in love with him. I had butterflies in my stomach when he looked at me, my skin tingled when he touched it, and I felt an intense joy every time I thought about him.

Everything that scared me, everything that nipped at my heels was happening to me. I was much better off with him than without him, I cared deeply for him.

"What are you thinking about?" Tom asked me as he spit the toothpaste into the sink.

"Nothing," I answered with a little smile.

We took turns rinsing our mouths and he handed me a cloth to dry the area around my lips. I placed the palms of my hands against his lower back and tenderly kissed his neck. His fingers ran down my shoulders as he kissed my forehead.

"Are you okay?" he asked, slightly concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just a little tired I guess," I replied as I placed my lips on his.

He held me tightly against him as his tongue slid into my mouth. My hands had moved to the back of his neck as my thumbs caressed his jaws. I really couldn't get enough of him, of his taste, of his touch and of his kisses.

"Do you want to go get some sleep?" he asked me as he pulled his lips away.

"No, I'm good. I have to go to the 'Islington Pub & Diner' because I forgot to ask if they were looking for a new bartender last night," I informed him in with a smile.

"Alright, let's go then. I'm coming with you," he exclaimed while slapping my ass.

It was almost 5pm when we left his house. Despite the chill in the air and the great fatigue I felt, I took advantage of this short walk to gather my thoughts and reflect on the events of the day : We had woken up happy, then yelled at each other, or rather he yelled at me, then we had sex, then we danced and we had a great dinner. It was a lot for one day.

Hand in hand, I followed Tom as he took steps twice as big as mine. Slightly behind him, I gazed at his beautiful buttocks that bounced perfectly in his pants.

It had been a week since our first kiss and we had already gotten mad at each other twice. I had already cried dozens of times over him. In fact, I had cried for an entire day when he left my studio in the middle of the night and an entire morning this morning. It was a lot, it was too much.

"Tom?" I called out to him as I stopped.

"Yes?" he replied as he moved closer to me, our fingers still linked.

"From now on, I want us to be able to talk freely about our feelings, desires, and anything else without the other getting upset. Is that okay with you?" I asked him, dipping my eyes into his.

"Okay," he nodded, resting his forehead against mine. "You know I'm sorry I left last time and I'm sorry I yelled at you this morning, right?" he questioned, putting his hands behind my back.

"Yes, I know, but if we had just accepted what the other person said, it wouldn't have happened like that," I explained in a soft voice. "And I'm also sorry about this morning, I shouldn't have told you that you couldn't move on, I got carried away," I apologized and kissed him.