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Sally, baby.... I love her.

Also, that window scene...

Sundew: Chapter 15 (Tom Hiddleston x OFC: Mia)

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After they finished their shared coffees, Mia finally felt ready to face the looming demon of the test. It was just a matter of time before she would be ready to pee and when that happened, she’d take the test again. Until then, they sat in the warm sun as morning slowly began to give way to midday.

“I can’t wait for you to come to London,” Tom wrapped his arm around Mia as she leaned against the counter.

“I’m excited,” Mia admitted. “Scared, but excited.”

“I hope you’ll like it well enough to move.”

“I don’t know,” Mia wanted to pull away from him. She swallowed, fighting the urge to run. She had to stop running. “It’s so fast.”

“Yeah,” Tom said. “But you wanted to move so we could be together more, right?”

“I-” Mia sighed, “I don’t know what I want right now. It’s a lot, all at once. I don’t even know what it would look like to live there.”

“A lot like here,” Tom said, looking around as if the answer was somewhere in the house. “It’s a lot of small differences, little things. Imagine if everything was moved just a smidge to the left. It’s everything around you, just moved enough to be different.”

Mia wanted to escape the conversation and thankfully, her bladder offered her an out. “I’ve got to pee.”

It felt strange to announce that, as if Tom needed to know it. It made her feel all sorts of ways she couldn’t explain.

“Will you take it?” Tom asked, wanting to demand she do it. It took everything in him to only ask.

“Yeah,” Mia said, stepping into the bathroom. “I’m telling you, I’m not. It’s just anxiety.”

Tom waited outside, pacing as he listened to the sounds inside. It didn’t take long before Mia was running the sink and then stepping into their bedroom.

“Well?”

“It has to sit for a few minutes, then we’ll know.”

Seconds ticked by, each feeling as long as minutes. Each minute felt like it could be an hour. Mia was certain she’d go mad before the required amount of time passed.

The result was negative.

“See,” she said, holding up the result. “I told you, just anxious.”

“What has you so anxious that you’re struggling to keep food down?” Tom couldn’t help the relief that flooded through him. He was far from ready to juggle a baby on top of all the other changes he’d made to his life in the last few months.

Ray’s name flashed to the front of Mia’s mind.

“Nothing,” she said instead, before shrugging. “Just all of this. Quitting. Traveling. Maybe moving. It’s a lot.”

“You don’t have to deal with it alone.”

With the test out of the way, Tom has little reason to put off telling her about an email that came in overnight.

“I’ve got to leave,” he said, and Mia walked into the living room, swallowing the urge to be angry.

“That’s alright,” she lied, sitting down on the couch. “I know. You’re needed somewhere for work.”

“I’ll be back quickly,” Tom said. “I’ll still make it for the last day of school.”

Mia wanted to believe that. It wasn’t fair that she struggled to. She should be able to trust in her husband, in the things he says and the promises he makes.

“I mean it.” Tom said. “It’s just a one day interview up in California.”

“You promise?” It made Mia feel childish asking for the reassurance but after the stress they’d been under the last day, she needed it. The last thing she wanted was to be apart from Tom.

“I promise.”

Tom sealed the promise with a kiss, sweet and tender. The kiss was followed by a second and a third. Strong hands held her close, pulling her into his lap.

There was one thing that could, without fail, melt even the coldest ice that lingered after a fight. The flames of passion ran hot and between Mia and Tom, that never stopped being true.

It was in those fires that both Mia and Tom took refuge. The flames grew higher with each sigh passed from one pair of lips to another. In a matter of a few heartbeats, Tom’s hand was under Mia’s shirt.

She still wore the clothes she’d slept in, not having gotten around to changing in the peaceful morning. Tom’s palm left a burning trail over her skin as he caressed his way to her breast.

Under her, she could feel his cock stiffening, growing harder as he pushed the silky tank top she wore up, exposing first her stomach, then her breasts. The slide of the fabric over her nipples sent a shiver down her spine, pebbling the buds as he tossed the shirt aside.

The sun warmed Mia’s back as Tom’s lips wrapped around her nipple, warming it as well. It felt so good to be wanted by him. She thought it would grow old or that it would be something she would become used to but so far, each time he kissed her, it felt like a new experience.

Her hands worked over him, pushing his shirt up, exposing the body that was so much a part of his career as his talent. While others got to see him, even got to touch him, it was only her that he would belong to.

“I love you,” Tom whispered as he parted from her long enough to throw his shirt somewhere off to the side. He lifted her and his hips, yanking his pants down his hips until his cock slipped free, slapping his stomach while he worked his mouth in teasing bites over the bud of her nipple.

“I love you, too.” Mia panted, hair caressing her back as she wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his cock. He was hot, hard and heavy in her hand, promising pleasure. “We should go to the room.”

“Or,” Tom teased, finally letting her nipple go with a pop. “We can stay right here.”

He pulled at the fabric of her shorts, not being satisfied until it was pulled as far down as they could with how she straddled his lap. Realizing he wasn’t going to have the access he wanted, he slapped her ass softly.

“What if someone sees?” She stood but didn’t step away. He sent her shorts falling to the ground quickly before pulling her into his lap again.

His cock stood, root pressed against her clit as he pulled her to him for a kiss. He could feel her slick against him, wetting his balls. Each time she worked her hand up and down his length, it spread. With a strong hand on her ass, he lifted her up.

“The windows are mirrored,” Tom said, lining the head of his cock up with her weeping opening. “No one can see us, but we have the trill of seeing out.”

Her wet opening spread over the head of his cock. She burned through his nervous system as her hot walls spread down his cock, enveloping him. He wanted more of her. Every time he got the pleasure of being inside of her, it left him caving more of her.

“So tight,” Tom moaned as she inched lower down his shaft, finally nestling in his lap. “So wet.”

Mia’s gasping moans were music to his ears. He was entranced by her. Each time her walls flexed around him, gripping his cock as she picked herself up off his lap, he was lost in the beauty of her.

Bright sunlight lit up her hair, highlighting every strand of spun gold hidden in the honey waves of her hair. She seemed to be made of sunlight, of American summertime. She was perfection.

“My flower,” Tom groaned again, his cock twitching deep inside of her. “So good.”

Tom lifted her, carrying her easily as he bounced her on his cock until the sun warmed glass of the balcony door pressed against her back.

“Tom,” Mia moaned.

With the solid surface of the window behind her and Tom in front of her, Tom stroked every part of her where she needed him most. Her toes curled as she clung to him, having little choice but to submit to the mercy of his desires.

Each harsh thrust into her pushed her toward her edge. She’d been so close as she rode him on the couch. The orgasm that he pulled from her was powerful.

“Fuck,” Tom struggled to breathe as Mia’s walls clenched around him in powerful waves of contractions that wracked through her whole body. Her nails dug into his back as she clung to him.

“Yeah,” Mia said softly, unaware for the moment at least that her naked back was still pressed against the glass. Her knees wobbled as Tom let her to the ground.

“Do you think that can hold you over until I get back?” Tom whispered, holding her naked body to him. Her breasts were soft, pressed against his chest. That was a feeling he wanted to memorize.

“It’ll last a day,” Mia whispered, “maybe two. So you have to come back quickly.”

“I will,” Tom promised.

Mia and Tom walked hand in hand toward the school, not a shred of ice floating between their hearts. In just ten more minutes, school would let out and the sidewalks would flood with children and their boundless supply of energy.

Like young lovers, they found a large rock to sit on in front of the school. Mia sat, wrapped in Tom’s arms as they waited, alone as the tides of parents rose. In a few short minutes, they were a pair among many.

Pick up was easily an overwhelming experience for those who were not initiated in the traditional. When the bell rang, parents stood and moved toward the gate like a tide pulled them forward.

Then, the gate opened and yet the ocean of parents remained rooted in place. After a few more minutes passed, teachers began to lead lines of small children out of the gate. From the front door, streams of older children flowed, but it was not from the front door that Sally would come.

Mia waited until Sally’s teacher stopped the line in the exact same place she stopped them every day. Mia stepped forward, waving at the teacher. Only when the teacher nodded to Sally did she run forward.

It wasn’t to her mother that Sally ran. There were bigger things on her mind.

“Tommy!” The small girl launched herself into Tom’s arms. He caught her, spinning her around.

“Sally!” The two laughed together in the harsh Nevada sun. If not for the way Tom’s hair was dyed dark, they could easily pass for father and daughter. “My little petal, I’ve got to leave for work soon but-”

“But you promised.” Tears instantly gathered in Sally’s eyes. Though she was still so very young, she was someone who was painfully used to the men in her life promising to be there for her and not. She had not the years or vocabulary to express how different she hoped Tom would be.

“I’ll be back in time,” Tom said quickly. “I promise. I will not miss it. I will be there for your last day of school.”

“Do you mean it?” Her voice wobbled with emotion. “For realies?”

“For realies.” Tom said. “What do you want to do tonight, before I’ve got to go?”

“Can it be anything?” Sally asked, mood flipping and turning hopeful.

“Within reason,” Tom added.

“A fancy date?” Sally asked. “Family date. Marci’s dad takes her and her mom on fancy dates and I never…” Her voice grew thick, the words sticking, “because my Dad is always busy.”

“We can do that.” Tom had to swallow back the urge to tell her that it was alright, he was her new dad. Well, not new. He wouldn’t replace Ray, but he would do everything he could to fill as much of the void he left behind for her.

“We better hurry home, then. Girls need a lot of time to get ready for fancy dates!”

Mia softly flicked the fluffy brush across Sally’s eyelids. The pink was sheer, far more sparkles than any real tangible color. Its job wasn’t to make Sally any prettier than she was already. It was to make her feel pretty, to make her feel special.

She didn’t know where Tom was planning on taking them. It didn’t really matter where. For Sally, if the best Tom could come up with was a Applebee’s, they would make it the fanciest trip to Applebee’s anyone ever had.

Once the little girl’s dress was on and her hair pinned so prettily, Mia set to work on herself. It was a far quicker process. Mia did what so many women often did. She fell back on well tested and practiced routines, taking little time to put together a look that was fancy purely due to the changes in colors from nudes to something with sparkles to match her daughter.

Just as the last hair was in place, the front door opened. Sally was eager to greet Tom. Their voices warmed Mia’s heart as she gave her look one last appraisal. It was passing.

Sally came running into Mia’s bedroom with a bunch of flowers in her hand. Daisies and pretty pink roses wove through the air, shedding petals here and there.

“Tommy got me flowers!” Sally announced as if her mother couldn’t see them with her own eyes.

“I got you flowers, too,” Tom said from the doorway. His black dyed waves were pulled back, though it did nothing to contain all of it. Wisps and clumps fell around his face, framing his sharp features. In his hands, he held a large bunch of bright red roses. Little clumps of white flowers and greenery shone out through the mass.

“Do you know what you do when a boy brings you flowers when he picks you up for your fancy date?” Mia asked her daughter.

“No?” Sally realized she didn’t really know the specifics.

“We put them in water,” Tom answered for her. “Lets go get these in water while your mom finishes getting ready. I don’t think my heart can take it if she finds a way to get even prettier.”

In what felt like a few short moments, Tom was opening the car door for Sally. She was his priority tonight, and Mia wouldn’t have it any other way. The little girl was eager to experience everything she could.

Tom drove them to a fancy restaurant and pulled out front. The valet was quick to open the door for Tom. He made his way around, first opening Mia’s door and offering her a hand to help her out of the car before doing the same with Sally.

“I’m going to pretend to be a movie star, too!” Sally whispered as Tom helped her out of the car. “Just like you.”

The small family of three walked into the fanciest place Sally had ever been together, holding hands. With Tommy, Sally knew what it felt like to have a father. Every time he was around, she knew.

Tommy may not be her dad, but he was the dad she was meant to have.

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