Imagines dedicated to Sebastian Stan and any other man I currently find Painfully Thick™.
Tag: jonathan pine
Imagine your ex-boyfriend, Tom, trying to win you back. He left you at a time in his life when he thought he needed to be free – free of commitment, free of sentiment, and most of all, free of distractions. Now he’s back, telling you he realized that you were his inspiration, his very reason for working as hard as he does. He says nothing is the same without you, but you aren’t sure you could ever truly forgive him for walking away so easily.
You stepped into the sunlight
on bustling Fifth Avenue. It was the first week of October, and first cold
weather of the season had arrived. Pulling your coat collar around your neck,
you threw your purse over your shoulder and set off down the street. After
a busy day of shopping, you were ready for the respite of home, a candle-lit
bath, and a glass of sweet red wine.
The
street felt particularly crowded this afternoon – perhaps it was all the
shopping bags in your hands from a variety of your favorite stores. Thomas had
been busy with an especially messy divorce all the way in Rochester, leaving
you to spend your time doing one of two things – rattling around your empty
apartment, alone with thoughts of babies and families, or getting out of the
house and spending copious amounts of money. Today you were doing the latter,
but fortunately you had a purpose; your mission was to find an enticing set of
lingerie to celebrate Thomas’s return to the City. You’d spent hours in your
favorite boutique trying on every option you could find, even venturing into
colors and styles you didn’t usually go for. Nothing surprised Thomas more
than when you ventured from your comfort zone.
You were just about home when someone hit you, hard on the shoulder, as they hurried
by in the opposite direction. You dropped nearly all of your shopping bags, your hand clutching to the point of impact.
“God!”
you shouted, whirling around, ready to tear into whoever dared to
shoulder-check you, but it was too late. They had vanished into the
crowd. You stood in
the middle of the sidewalk, completely stunned that someone would do
such a
thing. When the pain began to subside, you gathered up your bags. As you
turn
to walk away, you notice you’d been standing in front of a Baby Gap the
whole time.
Curious, and certain no one inside would recognize you, you pulled on
the heavy
glass doors and stepped inside.
Every
candle in your apartment was lit, setting the mood for the romantic
dinner you’d planned for Thomas. You ordered the entire meal from his
favorite restaurant
and had them deliver the meal to your apartment – you wanted to spend
the evening completely
alone with your wonderful boyfriend. He had texted you earlier in the
day, letting
you know he would be over around 7, and mentioned something about a
surprise.
{I have a surprise
for you, too, mister.}
You were wearing your new lingerie – a strappy bra with matching panty and garter you got
especially for Thomas’s homecoming. Elastic bands wrapped around your entire
body, from your collar bone down to your thighs. It had been a nightmare to get
into, but once you had it right, you knew Thomas would love it. He’d been
hinting around at tying you up lately, and you were beginning to come
around to the idea.
Just as you finished
setting the table, the doorbell alerted you to Thomas’s arrival. You
practically ran to the door, giving yourself a final check in the mirror
before
answering the door. Red lips, a fresh blow out, Thomas’s favorite heels –
you were ready. You took a deep breath, thrusting your breasts into the
air and
opened the door.
“Hello, handsome,”
you said, barely getting the words out before you were wrapped in Thomas’s
arms. He cradled your head in his hands, holding tight as he dipped you in
one swift motion. He devoured you with deep, passionate kisses. Finally, he
spun you upright, still holding your face in his hands.
“I missed you,
too,” you said with a smile.
“We’ll get to what
you’re wearing in a moment,” he said, looking you up and down, “but my God,
I’ve missed those lips,” Thomas said, once again taking your lips between his.
“You know, we do
have plans this evening, Mister Hiddleston. Unless you’d like to forget it all and
get naked,” you said, hoping for the latter.
Thomas made a
thoughtful face, then stood up and straightened his tie. “No, ma’am. I’ve got
big things planned for us tonight. But perhaps when we return home…” he trailed
off, teasing you with one last, lingering kiss.
At Thomas’s
insistence, you finally tore yourselves apart long enough to eat dinner.
And,
at your own insistence, you put on a few more layers of clothes before
you left. You had no idea where he was taking you and, for once, didn’t
care. The
man you loved was by your side once again, and that was all that
mattered. It
was only when the two of you strolled up to Rockefeller Center that you
could tear your eyes
away from him.
“Thomas, no!”
you said in disbelief.
“Darling, yes,”
he said.
Your emotions
overwhelmed you. It was what the two of you had done on your very first
date, where you had been completely terrified – of skating, of letting
go, and especially of Thomas. This time, you couldn’t be more excited.
You’d opened yourself up to the possibility of love and had been
rewarded tenfold. He took you by the hand and walked to the rental desk,
where brand new skates were waiting for you both.
“Nice to see you
again, Mr. Hiddleston!” the attendant said.
Of course he’s been here to set this up.
Thomas was such a thoughtful man – you couldn’t wait to do everything in
the
world with him. After putting on your skates, the two of you headed for
the ice. There would be
no hesitation this time – you couldn’t wait to get out there. Hand in
hand, you glided onto the rink. It was a brisk evening, just cold enough
for Thomas to hold you close as you skated around. It was only the
first cold snap of the season, but you were
already imagining spending the snowy winter wrapped in his warm embrace.
As the crowd
thinned, it occurred to you that you’d been skating for hours, not
once letting go of each other’s grasp. The last family left the rink, leaving
you and Thomas alone on the ice.
“Look how great
you’re doing, love,” he encouraged. Excited to show him what you could
do, you ventured out on your own for the very first time.
Step. Push. Glide. Step. Push. Glide.
“Ha! Look at that!
I don’t even need you,” you joked.
“You certainly
don’t need me. But I do hope you want me,” he murmured.
“You know
I do,
silly,” you said, reaching back for his hand. When you didn’t find it,
you turned to see where he was – and where he was took your breath away.
You clutched your heart as you saw Thomas W. Hiddleston on one knee, a
diamond ring sparkling in
his hand. You started to cry before he could even begin to speak.
“Darling,
you’re the love of my life,” he began, your tears evoking his own. He
sniffled before continuing. “Would you do me the honor of
becoming my wife?” He looked up at you expectantly, hoping you would
answer
before his heart beat straight out of his chest.
Struggling to
maintain your balance, and your composure, you nodded enthusiastically. “Of
course. Of course!” you squealed. You fell into his arms, holding his cold cheeks in
your hands. You’d never seen this side of him before – nervous, and uncertain. You kissed him, over
and over, until you were convinced he knew just how much you loved him. Finally,
you sat down on his knee as your attention turned to the ring.
“It’s so
beautiful,” you said. Thomas steadied his trembling hand to slide the vintage
Tiffany ring onto your perfectly manicured finger.
“Perfect fit,” he said.
“Perfect fit,” you agreed, looking into his glistening blue eyes. He was talking about the ring;
you were talking about your future husband. “You’re going to be my husband!” you shouted in disbelief.
He giggled over
your excitement, his nerves finally subsiding. “You’re going to be my wife!” He
looked at the ring on your finger and realized that every decision he’d made in
his life – good and bad – had led him to you. He wrapped his hand around yours and held it close to his heart.
“What do you say
we go home and celebrate, hmm? Pop some champagne and go absolutely crazy on
each other?” he said with a growl.
“Yes, yes!” you said, absolutely giddy.
A newly engaged
couple, the two of you walked back to your apartment, stopping off for a bottle of Dom
Perignon. You made sure to keep Thomas on your right side the entire
time, unable to keep your eyes off the new piece of jewelry on your left hand.
Though you’d been proposed to three times before, you’d never felt like this –
so absolutely certain that a life of happiness and love lay before you. He made
you a better person – changed you in ways you never thought possible, and now
he would change your last name as well.
“Hello, handsome,”
you said as you answered the door, barely getting the words out before you were wrapped in Thomas’s
arms. He cradled your head in his hands, holding you tight as he dipped you in
one swift motion. He devoured you with deep, passionate kisses. Finally, he
spun you upright, still holding your face in his hands.
“I missed you,
too,” you said with a smile.
“We’ll get to what
you’re wearing in a moment,” he said, looking you up and down, “but my God,
I’ve missed those lips,” Thomas said, once again taking your lips between his
own.
“You know, we do
have plans this evening, Mister Hiddleston. Unless you’d like to forget it all and
get naked,” you said, hoping for the latter.
Thomas made a
thoughtful face, then stood up and straightened his tie. “No, ma’am. I’ve got
big things planned for us tonight. But perhaps when we return home…” he trailed
off, teasing her with one last, lingering kiss.
Imagine having an argument with Tom. It started over dinner, and by the time you get home, you just want it to be over. You walk through the door, trying not to roll your eyes at all the huffing and puffing he’s doing. Instead, you look him dead in the eye while he’s talking, and slowly start to take off your clothes. Piece by piece they hit the floor as Tom’s voice trails off… suddenly he can’t think straight. You turn to walk to the bedroom, swaying your naked hips along the way. After all that’s happened tonight, you just have one thing to say: “Coming to bed?”
With your
left hand occupied by Thomas, you rode in his shiny Jag with your right hand
clamped onto the door handle. It was a crisp Spring morning – the perfect
weather for driving, top down, to the countryside. It was his niece’s birthday
party, and he couldn’t have been more excited to introduce his family to the
woman he loved – and you couldn’t have been more nervous.
With your
left hand occupied by Thomas, you rode in his shiny Jag with your right hand
clamped onto the door handle. It was a crisp Spring morning – the perfect
weather for driving, top down, to the countryside. It was his niece’s birthday
party, and he couldn’t have been more excited to introduce his family to the
woman he loved – and you couldn’t have been more nervous.
“Meeting your family is one
thing, but meeting everyone at once? At a birthday party full of screaming
five-year-old’s?” you asked. It’s been a source of constant anxiety ever since
he first mentioned it last month. It really wasn’t fair – he’d asked
over the lovely breakfast he made after a morning spent making love. How could
you say no? You would have agreed to practically anything that day.
“They’ll love you. I know
they’ll love you,” he said for perhaps the hundredth time.
“I don’t know they’ll love me. I like kids, but… they never really
like me,” you said, a knot forming in your stomach. This was going to be awful.
“Listen, I know you’re anxious,”
he said, taking a tighter grip on your hand. “But at the end of the day, it’ll
all be over. And it never goes as horribly as you expect, right?”
He had a point. You had to try –
he deserved that much. And if they were anything like Thomas, they would be lovely.
“Just remind me to take a breath once in a while, okay?”
“Okay,” he said, bringing your
hand to his lips for a kiss. Holding your hand close to his heart, he flicked his turn signal on and exited the highway. Skyscrapers and apartment buildings faded into single-family homes with minivans in the driveways and swimming pools in the backyards.
Finally, he turned down a long
driveway stretching across a lush, green lawn. You immediately felt reminiscent
of home – the colorful balloons attached to the mailbox, the Student of the
Month sticker affixed to the family-sized SUV. It stirred something deep within you;
whether it was about your past or your future, you couldn’t be sure.
Stepping out of the car, you
adjusted your skirt. You straightened your necklace, touched up your lip gloss.
Luckily you had remembered a scarf to wear over your hair; it still looked as perfectly
done up as it did when you left home. One less thing to worry about. Thomas
led you up the sidewalk to the front door. Before he rang the bell, he took both
of your hands in his, holding them tight to his chest.
“Just breathe, okay?” You nodded, taking a few deep
breaths. He held you tight against his chest, not letting go until he knew you’d be okay. “Ready?”
“Ready.”
Thomas turned to ring the
doorbell. Only seconds pass before a herd of small children came thundering
towards them. The door flung open, and a little girl with golden curls leapt
into Thomas’s arms. “UNCLE TOMMY!”
“MADDY! There’s my birthday
girl!” Thomas carried the girl into the house, using his free hand to lead you
through the doorway and into the foyer. You were impressed by your first glance
into the mansion – there was a large, wrought iron staircase encircling half
the room, but the framed photos that filled the walls made it feel warm. Taking
a deep breath, you noticed the scent of freshly baked birthday cake in the air. Apparently his sister was also Wonder Woman.
“Is that my brother I hear?” Sarah
walked into the room, and you realized you were now outnumbered by
beautiful blonde Brits. She rushed to her brother’s side, kissing him on both
cheeks.
“We’ve missed him, haven’t we?”
she said to Maddie, who was squirming her way out of Thomas’s arms. She dropped to the floor, looking up at you
with great curiosity.
“I have someone very important I’d like you both to
meet,” he said, kneeling down to be eye-level with little Madison. “This is the
pretty lady I was telling you about.”
“Hello,” you said, suddenly unsure
of where your arms were supposed to be. Madison, with a big pink bow in
her hair, smiled up at you.
“It’s my birthday,” she said in a small voice.
“Happy birthday,” you said with that overly enthusiastic tone that kids loved. You handed her the gift Thomas had picked out and wrapped himself – a box almost as big as she was. Something told you the pink wrapping paper won you some points with the little princess.
“Welcome to our home!” Sarah said as she put her arm around your shoulder, leading you through to the kitchen, decked out in princess party decorations. The long dining table was full of gifts of all sizes, glittering pink cupcakes, and a 3-D cake in the shape of a castle. You suddenly wished you were five years old again. “I apologize
in advance for the insanity. I don’t know what I was thinking letting Maddy
invite her entire class.”
“Your home is so beautiful. It
was such a gorgeous morning for the drive, too,” you said.
“Oh, thank you! We got lucky
with this weather; up until yesterday, it was supposed to be a washout,” Sarah
said with her head in the fridge. She took out another pack of fruit punch
pouches, placing them in a big bowl of ice labelled “Wishing Well.”
Thomas took a seat at the bar
counter, pulling out the stool next to him, motioning for you to have a seat.
You place your bag on the counter as Thomas started rubbing your back. He
leaned over to kiss your cheek, whispering words of encouragement into your
ear. “You’re doing great.”
“Aren’t you two just ADORABLE?!”
Sarah gushed. Your cheeks turned bright red. “We’ve all been dying to meet you, love. You’re all
Thomas talks about these days! Now that you’re here, I only have one question,”
she said, placing her hand on her hip.
“Oh… what’s that?” you said, a
lump rising in your throat.
“Where did you find that
GORGEOUS Chanel bag?!” Relief washed over you. Apparently, acting was a talent
that ran through the entire Hiddleston family.
“Well, actually…” you said
with a sideways glance to Thomas. “My ex-husband bought it for me as a gift. I
considered selling it after the divorce, but I just couldn’t part with it.”
“Honey, never let a man come
between you and your bags,” said Sarah. Before you both could finish laughing,
a crowd of boys dressed as princes came running through the kitchen at top
speed. Madison followed closely behind, pointing her magic wand in what you assumed was an attempt
to turn them all into frogs.
“No running in the house! THOMAS!” Sarah pleaded,
but it was too late; her brother had taken off after his niece, chasing fifteen
screaming five-year-old’s all through the house. He finally caught up to his
precious Maddy, throwing her over his shoulders with cheers and whoops from all
the little boys in the room.
“I see Thomas is universally
adored,” you remarked, watching the madness unfold.
“Oh, you have no idea. He does
things like this – get the kids all riled up while I’m clinging to my last
shred of sanity – and I can’t even be mad, because look at them,” said Sarah. “Madison
completely adores him, and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for her.”
“It’s so sweet to see that side
of him,” you said softly to yourself.
“Maybe she’ll have some cousins
to play with in the future, hm?” Sarah teased.
You smiled. “Yeah, I mean… look
at him. He’d be amazing.”
The sun was setting as Thomas
drove the two of you back to the city. You’d been quiet for most of the ride
home; spending an entire day with his family had been emotionally exhausting.
Still, you couldn’t help but feel a clutch in your heart when it finally came
time to leave. They were all so lovely, so welcoming. You’d almost forgotten
what it was like to be part of a family.
“Did you enjoy yourself today?”
he asked.
“I did. I didn’t want to leave,
actually,” you said with a confused look on your face.
“Does that surprise you?”
“A little. I’ve gone through
most of my life on my own, never really thinking about what it would be like to
have children, or a family, but…” you trailed off.
“But today got you thinking
about it,” he finished. There was a long stretch of silence as you tried to swallow
the sob caught in your throat. Thomas took your hand and squeezed. “May I ask
why that makes you sad?”
You wiped the tears from your
eyes, taking deep breaths to loosen the tightness in your chest so you could
speak. “I never had a real family. My parents were never around, so
I left for the city as soon as I turned 18. I – I just thought I wasn’t someone
who could have that. Not everyone gets a family with children and cousins and
uncles, and I just figured I was one of them.”
Thomas blinked a tear away from
his eyes as he pulled the car into the garage at your apartment. The fact that
the woman he loved – a woman who deserved everything in the world – thought she
didn’t deserve a family, broke his heart.
“Well, I didn’t expect to have
this conversation in the car, but…” he turned to face you, holding your face in his slender hands. “If you want a family with children and cousins and uncles, it
would be my honor to give that to you. To have that with you. If you need time to sort through your feelings about it,
then take all the time you need,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I know,” you said, wrapping
your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. You did need time to think about it – these were
life-altering decisions, after all. After three marriages, all of which you
knew were doomed to failure, you felt safe in never having to confront your
fear of having a broken family. Maybe you were letting your emotions get the
best of you, but seeing Thomas so overjoyed to play with his niece had opened
your eyes to the possibilities that had long ago been locked away inside your heart.
Maybe a family was what you’d been missing all along.
Imagine calling Tom in the middle of the night. You could have sworn you heard someone trying to break in, and you needed a familiar voice to help you calm down. After a few minutes of talking, he’s the one freaking out – he insists on coming right over. He won’t be able to fall back to sleep until he knows for certain you’ll be okay.
Imagine spending Christmas on a romantic winter vacation with Tom. You arrive at a cozy resort nestled into the side of a snow-capped mountain, with gorgeous views from every window – the perfect place to celebrate your first wedding anniversary. You spend hours by the fire, talking about all the wonderful things the first year of marriage has brought the two of you, and sharing hopes and dreams for your future together. Weeks later, you discover it was also the place you conceived your first child.
Imagine directing Tom in a commercial. He’s starring in a holiday ad raising money for UNICEF, and there’s just one problem you aren’t sure how to address – he looks too damn sexy. You look around, thinking maybe it’s just you, but the look on your assistant’s face tells you you’re not alone. You interrupt his next take, telling him you have just one note – try not to look so incredibly alluring. Maybe tone down the sparkle in his eyes, if possible. He laughs, joking that rather than turning off the charm, he could try hypnotizing viewers into donating more money.
Rolling over in your massive king size bed, you wrap yourself up
in the plush comforter, not wanting the day to begin. But it’s caught on
something – you can’t quite pull it all the way up. Reaching out to give it a
good yank, a warm body next to you blocks your path. You run your fingers along
the muscular arm, finding your way to his fuzzy chest.
Thomas.
As if he could hear your thoughts, he rolls over and says, “Good
morning, beautiful.”
Cuddling up to his chest, you lay with his arms wrapped around
your body, your legs intertwined.
“Did you sleep well?” you ask.
With a sleepy grunt, he nods his affirmation. “Never better,
actually.”
“Me, too,” you said, nuzzling into his chest. And it was the
truth. There was something about sleeping next to him, feeling completely safe,
that put your very soul at ease. It was an entirely new feeling for you, and
you were already addicted. “I love you, Thomas.”
Butterflies fluttered from your stomach to your chest. Of course
it was true, but neither of you had said it since the incident. Leaving him on
the doorstep, pushing him away – you still couldn’t bear to think about it.
Maybe he had changed his mind. Maybe he would never say it again. Looking into
his sleepy eyes, you couldn’t make out what he was thinking.
Before you had the chance to overanalyze anything else, his lips
were on yours. His nose pressed into your face, his lips softly caressing your
own. His warm hand slipped into your pajama top, grazing your bare back in the
most comforting way. Your anxiety melted away with every sweet little kiss;
there was no lust, no demand – just a tender expression of his love for you.
Taken aback, you look into his eyes, his thumb softly grazing your
cheek. In this moment, you don’t have a care in the world. The anxieties of
yesterday are history; all that matters is the future that exists with this incredible
man in front of you. Overcome with emotion, you kiss him again, deeper and more
urgently. Slowly, you climb on top of him. His hands rest on your hips as you
settle in, your arms wrapped around his neck as you’re making out. Your fingers
find their way into his curls, twisting them around and pulling gently as you
kiss. The first time he lets out a moan, you about lose your mind; it was soft,
breathy, quiet – so subtle you almost missed it. But you didn’t. It stirred something
deep within you, and you desperately wanted more.
You sit up, pausing for a moment before pulling your top off and
tossing it to the floor. You held your breath as he took in the view – the
woman he loved, straddling his nearly naked body, now topless in front of him
for the very first time. You were suddenly remembering every little flaw you
see in the mirror – the little stretch marks, the stubborn pudge; surely, they
were as obvious to him as they are to you. He leans forward, running his hands
down every curve, his nails lightly scratching as they made their way up your back.
“You’re stunning.”
Blushing slightly, you thank him for the compliment. “This part is
always scary for me.”
“You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” he promised. Closing
the space between, he pulls you in for another kiss. With both arms wrapped
around your body, he twists around until your back is against the mattress.
Hovering slightly above you, a serious look comes over his face.
“Do you want to stop?” he asks.
Without hesitation, you shake your head. “No.”
“Tell me what you want.”
I want your
fingers. As awfully as the other night ended, it started with some of your
favorite foreplay. There were certain things fingers could do that penises just
couldn’t. It was all about you – and it was always the more generous lovers
that chose to please a woman when there wasn’t as much involved for them. Most
men wanted something in return, an equal exchange. But Thomas was different.
“Touch me like you did at the theater.”
He lays down next to you, sliding one arm between you and your
pillow. He always wants to hold you, no matter the situation, position, or setting.
It was endearing, and sweet. Even as his hand slid into your panties, the
emotions arising over all others were those of safety and comfort.
He leaned in to kiss you, gently taking your bottom lip between
his as he slid a finger between your folds. As his tongue went deeper into your
mouth, his finger slid deeper into your core. His movements were slow, building
torturous tension with every stroke – something you suspect he knew. He
explored every part of you, coming back to all the little places that provoked
a reaction. Just as you enjoyed his moan, hearing your gasps, sighs, and feminine
whimpers left him breathless. He couldn’t wait to make you scream.
As he rubbed circles around your pearl, your heart was pounding –
you knew you were getting close, but you didn’t want it to end. Not yet. As
hard as it was to stop him, you knew there was more pleasure waiting for you –
you just had to take it.
“Take off your boxers,” you said between gasps. He pace was
quickening; he was practically slamming into you. It took all of your strength
to stop him, but you wanted more.
“Are you sure?” he asked, not wanting to risk another chance at
being left on your doorstep.
“Yes, Thomas, please,” you replied. I’m practically begging.
“Whatever you want, my love.” He rolled onto his back, hooking his
thumbs into the waistband of his underwear. Before he could get them off, you
were there to help, pulling them down his legs and flinging them across the
room. Your excitement both delighted and aroused him. “Get on top. I want you
to feel completely in control.”
“Yes, sir,” you said with a wink. You climbed onto him, lowering
yourself down on his rock-hard erection. He filled every bit of space you had
to offer. Using his legs to brace yourself, you threw your head back as your
body adjusted to the man inside you. Your hips start to roll as Thomas sits up,
pulling you even further onto him.
He held you close, kissing you all over as you were riding him;
your neck, your shoulders, your nipples – if it was within reach, he was worshipping
it. Finally, he reached your lips once again. Fully embraced in each other’s
arms, the rhythm of his hips matched yours. Totally in sync, the tension was
building again, faster and more intense than before.
Every groan scratching out of his throat pushed you closer to the
edge; you were out of breath, flushed and hot, as Thomas reached down to your pearl.
The speed of his finger against your clit brought you to bliss within seconds.
You bury your face in his neck, screaming his name.
“Oh, Tho- Thomas!”
Every muscle in your body clenched, your tightening walls seducing
him to come with you. You could feel every movement as his throbbing shaft twitched
and pulsed, emptying inside of you. He pulls you down with him as he collapses
back onto the bed, his arms still wrapped around you.
Minutes pass as you both
try to catch your breath. Then, he has just one word to say: “Wow.”
“Yes, that was… wow,” you agreed, still not thinking clearly
enough to form thoughts of your own. Finding your place on his chest, you
settle in, taking time to enjoy the moment. Lying next to Thomas, your vision
slowly becomes clearer; your heart rate slows. You’re at ease. Never in your
life have you been so happy, so content. Not to mention, so totally satisfied.
Just when you thought things couldn’t get any better, he turns towards you to
ask a question.
“Are you hungry?”
“Starving, Thomas.”
“We did work up quite an appetite,” he said with a wink. “Would
you like me to cook you some breakfast? Some scrambled eggs, and I think
there’s still a bagel leftover from last night.”
“That would be wonderful.”
You watch as he rolls out of bed, searching the room for the
boxers you flung off him earlier.
“Um, Thomas…” When you had his attention, you pointed up – they
had landed on the top of your armoire. Your face began to blush as he giggled
at the sight of his underwear near the ceiling; you pulled on your silk
dressing robe and walked with Thomas into the kitchen.
You weren’t much for cooking, and not entirely sure what gadgets
and tools you even had. But Thomas seemed to find everything with ease, cooking
up a lovely breakfast for the two of you to share. After three divorces, you
weren’t entirely sure marriage was something you’d ever want again. But sitting
here in the morning light, Thomas W. Hiddleston by your side, he might just be
able to change your mind.
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