Forever Is Not Enough

"So, when was the last time you were in Cannes?" he asked her over breakfast the next morning. She had, despite everything, gone home the previous night and slept like she hadn't slept in a VERY long time. Luke had stayed with Tom and Tom? He had watched as she fell asleep with him on facetime. They had talked and giggled well into the night like a pair of teenagers. When she dozed off, he had quietly told her to sleep well and hung up with a little smile.

He loved her so much. He really did.

Now, post work-out, showered and changed, he had picked her up and brought her over for breakfast. Partly simply so they could talk about his plan, partly so that he could just see her. He wanted to see her all the time now. He wanted, in truth to wake up to her, but that would have to wait.

He stood at the cooker, spooning porridge into a bowl. Training was hard work when you had to carb-load this early in the day, but he would be working out again later so needed the energy. He sauntered over and perched on the edge of the table next to her, drizzling honey into the bowl, his tongue firmly between his teeth with concentration. He wiped the top of the bottle with his finger and then sucked it clean.

She paused, toast in mid-air just looking at him. Dear God that was hot. Her insides did a cartwheel.

Coming to a little, she snapped back to the conversation.

"Cannes? What makes you think I've EVER been to Cannes? We're not all international A list movie stars you know Thomas!" She snarked at him with a smile.

"Ok Miss Sassypants. Keep your wig on." he laughed and kissed her with quite literally honeyed lips. "I was just wondering if you'd like to go? It's almost Film Festival time and I'd like to show you off." He smiled, leaning over and taking a large bite of her toast with a grin.

"Oi!!!" She swatted him and shoved the rest in her mouth in one go. "Sho, when doo we go. I haff noffing to wear." She mumbled with a grin.

"That, my dear is a VERY poor excuse. Not to mention I would prefer if you wore as little as possible as often as possible!" It was out before he could stop it and there was a shocked silence.

"Thomas William Hiddleston!" she almost spat her tea out over the table "YOU are supposed to be a GENTLEMAN!" she looked at him in horror. His face had blanched and he was screwing his eyes up in an attempt to disappear into his own porridge bowl. Opening one eye carefully, he saw she had stood up and placed her cup in the sink.

He felt his insides churn as he watched her walk back over, taking his bowl from his hands and placing it on the kitchen table.

"Where is Luke?" she asked quietly, her face a mask of seriousness. This wasn't going well.

"He - he's still in bed. Usually sleeps till about 10. I - I'm sorry..." he stammered as she nodded, seemingly deep in thought. "It was just...I was..."

"Quiet!" she held up a hand. "You've said QUITE enough for the moment." she stared him down and he looked away, embarrassed and ashamed. "Look at me Thomas." she said sternly. Using his full name? She must be raging, he thought.

"Sandy..." he started to say but she held up her index finger and pressed it to his lips, shaking her head.

"No. I told you. No speaking." Her voice was quiet and ominous - and something else he couldn't quite pin down. "I will not have you speaking to me like that. You want me to take charge of my life? The way people act around me? They way they respect me? Well, my BOY, that starts with you." she grabbed his chin and pulled his head down to hiss in his ear. "Now."

He stood, immobile, shocked and more than slightly disturbed to find it was highly arousing. This dominant Sandy, telling him how to act. He felt an uncontrollable stirring and without thinking, looked down. So did she. Her eyes narrowed as she looked back at him. This had been a spur of the moment reaction to his comment. A comment that had set fire to her imagination. It seemed to be going well, VERY well.

"You naughty, naughty, dirty little boy." she squeezed his chin, enjoying this more than she ever anticipated. Tom, it seemed was too. "First you want to see me with no clothes on and now? Now you let yourself get all excited without my permission." her eyes glinted as she took one hand and stroked him slowly. He swallowed hard, his mind reeling, hardly daring to believe what was happening. This was NOT what he'd expected, in ANY universe. "What have you to say... THOMAS" she whispered, her breath hot on his cheek making him moan softly.

"S-sorry?"

"Sorry WHAT!" she turned his face directly to hers, her breath dancing over his lips.

"Sorry Miss" he managed eventually, his breathing barely under control.

"Good boy" she paused, their eyes locked "Such a good boy. And good boys get a reward. Don't they...Tommy?"

"Y-yes miss"

She release his chin and kissed him softly, her tongue stroking his lips. He moaned and she slipped her tongue in his mouth, now holding him round the waist. After a moment, they parted. She simply smiled and winked.

Tom looked at her incredulously. "Where the HELL did that come from?" he asked, his eyes glittering dangerously.

"I have NO idea, you started it" she laughed "but I have a feeling Thomas is going to be a naughty boy again, isn't he?" she winked and he nodded.

"Oh darling you have NO idea what you're in for now" just as he bent to kiss her again, the door opened and Luke walked in completely oblivious to the goings on not two minutes previously.

"Morning!" he said brightly, popping some bread in the toaster. "Tom put that poor woman down, she doesn't need you demanding her lips morning noon and night. She needs protection from you as well as everyone else it seems!" he laughed.

He couldn't quite work out why the two of them found it quite SO hysterical though.