"You two have been spending an awful lot of time together lately," Tom comments as he watches you tug your jeans on.
"What's that supposed to mean? Do you think there's something going on between us?"
"No. I trust you completely. It's him I don't trust. I hope he's not getting any ideas."
"His wife just moved back in with him, I really don't think that Tony is going to try anything."
"He better not. I still don't trust him."
"Well, I do." You walk over to kiss him goodbye. "Is your mom still taking William tonight so you can go out with your friends?"
Tom nods and kisses you back.
"I'll probably be gone when you get back," he says. "I'll try not to stay out too late. Love you"
"Love you, too."
"She just doesn't get it!" Tony snaps after reading a text that just came in from his wife. His fist slams on the table.
A few people turn and look in your direction. His face goes red.
"What doesn't she get?" you whisper.
"I keep telling her that in order for this to work, she needs to do two things. She needs to trust me, and she needs to spend more time with us as a family. Now she keeps asking me who I'm with, what I'm doing, when I'm coming home. She says she doesn't know what to do to keep Evan entertained and that I should come home to take him off her hands."
"I'm sorry," you say, reaching across the table and patting his hand gently.
He shakes his head. "I just don't think it's going to work out between us. Enough about me. How are things going with you?"
"Not bad. Tom has to leave London for awhile to promote one of his movies. He seems to be gone a lot lately. It gets lonely sometimes," you sigh.
"I can take care of that if you need me to."
"Thanks, but it's not just the friendship aspect of it that I miss. I miss the kisses and the warm hugs. I miss cuddling every night."
"I'd like to take care of that, too, if you'd let me."
What did he just say?
"You heard me."
You squirm in your seat. This conversation suddenly got uncomfortable.
"Um..that's not...I mean...That's not...necessary." He shrugs and leans back, taking a sip of his coffee. He changes the topic quickly, talking about his job and his design for a new music hall. You try to remain engaged, but your mind wanders back to his comment. "You know what? I should really be getting home," you say, interrupting him in the middle of a sentence.
Tony frowns. "Was it something I said?"
"I'm sorry, I just really need to go."
The two of you stand up to say goodbye.
"Call me. Let's do this again soon."
"Yeah, I will," you smile.
You walk into the house and make your way into the living room. Tom looks up from the newspaper he's reading and smiles.
"Darling, I didn't think you'd be home until later."
"Yeah, well things got a little...weird."
He frowns. "How so?"
"You remember earlier when you told me that you didn't trust Tony?"
"Yes?" He sounds nervous.
"Well, he said something to me today that makes me wonder if you're right."
"What did he say?"
"Well, I was telling him about you leaving in a few weeks to promote your new film. I mentioned how I was going to be lonely, and he said he could take care of that if I needed him to. When I said it was a little more than just the friendship aspect that I miss..." you hesitate.
"What?" Tom leans forward on the couch, his face is hard, making it difficult for you to tell what he's thinking.
"Well, I told him that I miss the kisses and the cuddling and he, uh...he told me that he'd like to take care of that, too, if I'd let him," you say quietly.
Tom's jaw clenches and you reach for his hand to comfort him.
"I knew it. I bloody knew he was up to something."
"Tom, let's not overreact."
"Overreact? The man is making passes at my wife!"
He stands up and starts pacing the room, nervously running his fingers through his hair. You watch him for a few moments until you can't take it anymore. You stand up and go to him, so when he makes a quick turn, he nearly crashes into you. You put your hand on his chest and he reaches up and rests his hand on top of yours. It's something that you do anytime he's anxious or upset about something. A way of letting him know that you're there for him, and that it will be okay.
"You don't have anything to worry about, because no matter how he feels, or what he says, I'm yours."
His hands move to your hips and gently push in, something he does when he gets possessive. You don't think he's even aware that he does it. He bends down, grazing his lips against your forehead.
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Captured Hearts: A Tom Hiddleston FanficFanfiction
You work as the makeup artist for Tom Hiddleston on the set of the Avengers. Soon you realize that you might want Tom to be more than a friend...Tom finally realizes it, too, and a romance begins to grow. Okay, so this was the first fanfic that I ev...