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Sunflower, Book 1, Chapter 25

Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: M Chapter warnings: Flashback smut AN: Just a splash of my daddy issues, so sorry about that. I swear, I'm trying to keep it under control! Enjoy the last fluffy chapter before the angst really starts to amp up. Sorry not sorry. Masterlist AO3 KoFi

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Tears gathered in Mia’s eyes as she looked at the little bit of magic Tom had worked. Mia had always felt guilty that she couldn’t give the big parties Sally would see on the TV and often she was too tired or too broke to even do a lot. Again and again, she told Tom to go small. Simple. Easy.

She took comfort in the fact that the first few birthdays, kids don’t remember beyond the stories they’re told and the pictures they see. She wasn’t sure kids remembered their 5th birthday parties either but Tom had put in the effort to make it special, even while toeing the line of her request.

Purple and pink balloons reflected the sparkling water. There were bottles of sparking juice and a handful of plastic champagne glasses, making the small party child fancy. Tom had pizzas, one peperoni and one cheese on each side of the bottom of a foam cooler upside down over what she assumed was the birthday cake.

Tom was sitting on the edge of the pool pumping up the last of the floaties and for a moment, time froze and Mia’s heart skipped a beat. The strong sun shone on his bare back and arms, casting shadows in the dips of his defined muscles. His hair was alight with it, golden reds highlighting every wild curl in his short hair, stealing her breath away more than the definition in his back as he moved about comfortably.

This was the man she married in a act of drunken stupidity. No, perhaps not stupidity after all, if she closed her eyes and indulged her heart. What if, just maybe, marrying this man three weeks ago was one of her life’s greatest decisions?

This was a man she could fall in love with. God, did he make it hard not to just fling herself headfirst in, reckless and trusting. It was hard to remind herself the importance of taking things slow when she saw him like that, sitting at the edge of the pool and blowing up kid’s pool toys as if it was the most important task of his life. As if it was a part of his life. As if he belonged.

He was the father Sally deserved. God, if she could just give Sally this man as a father. If she could somehow change the fabric of reality and make this the man that fathered Sally,Mia would. That wasn’t possible but she could give him to her now, if she just was willing to take a risk, willing to trust.

Tom was a person though. There was no way she could force him to stay, no way she would want to if he wanted to leave. But fuck, if this could be their lives, she wanted him to want to stay. What if she tried and he left? What if Sally got to have this, really have it, and then lost it? What if it was her fault? What if she wasn’t a good enough woman to keep a man like Tom?

“Tommy!” Sally broke the moment, saving Mia from a lifetime spent in a single heartbeat and whirlwind of ‘what if’s. “It’s so pretty!”

Mia looked away from the way Tom smiled at Sally, directing her attention to her phone as it pinged in her hand, thankful for the distraction. Again, she texted Ray to see if he was coming on her way down.

“Fucking calm down” the message read, sent from her daughter’s father. He was a man she had once loved, who she had thought loved her at one point. “I’m on my fucking way.”

He was in a bad mood but that wasn’t unusual for him. He was always in a bad mood during the last few years or so. Mia was just thankful he had answered, if she was honest. It was rare that she could give Sally the gift of time with her father. This time, at least for her birthday, it looked like it was going to happen.

“Sally will be so excited” Mia sent back.

He didn’t respond.

“Is Daddy coming?” Sally ran over as Tom reminded her that walking feet were important to use around the pool. Tom looked over to Mia with worry clearly etched on his face.

“He said he’s on his way.” Mia said and in her gut, it felt like the wrong thing to say.

“Anything I should be aware of?” Tom asked, wrapping an arm around her waist and hugging her to him, a calculated risk he decided was worth it after the time spent at the ranch.

“What do you mean?” His hand was cold from the pool water, causing goosebumps to cover her skin. It felt good seeping into her skin through the robe, cooling the skin heated by the desert sun.

“Do I need to be worried about him trying to knock my head off or trying to drown me in the pool?”

Mia gave it a big of thought, “Don’t know, to be honest. We’ve never been in a situation even close to this before.”

“Lovely.” Tom’s voice came flat, though is fingers twitched against her waist.

“You’ll be fine,” Mia patted Tom’s chest, trying to ignore the feeling of the sun warmed skin and firm muscle under hand while she laughed. “I’m sure you can out run him.”

“In this heat?” Tom teased as he gave her one last squeeze before returning to the pool.

It felt good to laugh together. To celebrate together. To be together.

Mia hesitated near the pool, watching as Sally and Tom splashed eachother. They were quickly becoming the picture of a family and it was magical to watch it happen. Sally deserved this.

For Sally, Mia decided, she needed to invest in this marriage as much as Tom was.

“Are you going to get in?” Tom asked after resurfacing from a dramatic splash induced water death.

“Yeah, I just-”

“Mom’s shy.” Sally giggled. “I don’t know why, she’s so pretty.”

“She is pretty,” Tom agreed, nodding wisely to the small girl floating on the inflated unicorn next to him before making his way toward the steps of the pool.

Rising out of the water one step at a time, water ran off of his chest and abdomen. Streams of water gathered to run down the valleys between muscles as her eyes followed. His hair was dark with water, plastered to his head. As he rose out of the water, his trunks clung to his hips and-

Yeah, she needed to pay attention to where she was and that the water was nice and cold. Stop looking at the man like he was a goddamn piece of meat. She was not some nineteen year old girl who’s not been around the block a few times.

Keep your eyes on socially acceptable places. This was real life, not some romance movie. Keep it together.

Tom was close to her now. She could see the scattered hairs on his chest. Was he feeling the same things she was in that moment? Was he thinking the same sort of thoughts looking down at her? Her heart was beating out of her chest. Was his?

Reaching out, Tom placed his hands on either side of her neck. Long fingers curled around the back of her neck and the pads of his thumbs rubbed against her jaw, spreading blessed coolness into overheated skin. His pinkies slipped under the silk fabric of her robe.

Was he going to kiss her? Would he do it right there, in front of Sally and anyone who happened to pass by?

Slowly, Tom’s hands ran down her neck and over her shoulders. She was captivated by his eyes. As the neck of her robe expanded, pulling open she absently untied the belt. the silk fell away from her in a whoosh as Tom’s hands reached the curve of her shoulders. She caught the robe in her hands as it fell and just stood there, lost in the spell of his eyes.

“There,” His voice was thick, like something had caught in his throat. “Now you can get in the pool.”

When Mia was slow to get moving, Tom seemed to return to life. He grabbed the robe from her hands as she slowly gathered it up. Balling it up, he tossed it onto a poolside chair.

Without much warning or even giving himself a chance to over think things, he scooped her up in his arms. A squeak of shock captured Sally’s attention and then the little girl was cheering them on.

Mia reflexively threw her arms around Tom as he descended the steps slowly. Realizing how much of her skin was directly touching his skin, she let go and tried to put distance between them.

This did nothing but shift her weight, almost toppling the both of them into the water. Feeling herself becoming unsteady, she grabbed onto him again. He carried her down the steps as if she weighed nothing in his arms.

It shouldn’t have surprised her, she saw his build.

Tom enjoyed the feeling of having her in his arms. Her skin was hot against his water cooled skin. The contrast felt dizzying.

“You’re too hot.” Tom said, not realizing until after the words left his lips the double meaning.

Instantly his face began to feel hot and he had very few options. Somehow, he thought falling forward with her in his arms into the pool where the shallows dropped off into the deeper water was the best response to the situation.

Mia surfaced sputtering water. Her brown hair was soaked, hanging awkwardly in the hair clip that had been keeping it off her shoulders. Tom surfaced a moment later gasping for breath. He didn’t have a chance to wait for a potential wrath or catch his breath before Mia was splashing him.

“What if I couldn’t swim!” She was laughing even as she voiced her outrage.

“I would have saved you.” His words came in short bursts between mouthfuls of water she flung at him.

Sally was an equal opportunity attacker, armed with a squirt gun and a unicorn steed to escape on. She had no allies, she had no partners, and she took no prisoners in her aquatic attacks.

Such a brutal attack left no other option but for the adults to join forces and take down the small tyrannical dictator of the pool, filling the air with splashes, water and the musical sound of a family at play.

They played for a rather long time before dragging themselves out of the water for pizza and drinks. Some other kids had joined them at complex pool, giving Sally other victims for round two of the master of the sea.

Mia stood, robe hanging from her elbows mostly forgotten as she checked her phone for what felt like the hundredth time. Sally was distracted, laughing and sharing pizza with anyone who joined their mini party.

“Any word?” Tom asked, resting his hand on her back as he came up beside her.

“No.” Resisting the urge to throw her phone, Mia simply locked it and placed it face down again. “He said he was on his way an hour and a half ago.”

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Sally was tired when they finally made their way inside, carried by her mother. Tom made easy work of the few trips needed to bring what remained of the cake and presents inside. Mia was thankful for the additional hands, Sally alone was getting far too big to be carried home.

For today though, she would carry her little girl as far as she wanted. Five years old now, Mia could hardly believe it. This little girl had changed her life and been with her through some of her most challenging times. She was Mia’s world.

For Sally, Mia would burn the world down if needed. For Sally, Mia would give the world on a plater if she only asked.

It killed her that there were things she couldn’t give her daughter though, things she deserved more than anything.

Ray never did show up. Mia wanted to believe something happened to him. Perhaps a car accident on the way? Maybe he was in the hospital, phone lost or destroyed? That would be better than knowing that he just decided to not show up to his daughter’s birthday party. Again.

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They moved together, chasing the release they both so desperately needed. The sound of skin slapping together filled the room. The bed springs sang a song of primal lust, accompanied by the music of their gasping moans.

Tom’s fingers bunched into a fist, catching her hand in the process. He held onto her as his wife clenched around him, driving him on, pulling him deeper.

Close. He was so close now. He could only hope that she was there with him as she gasped in pleasure, arching against him. Her walls fluttered around him. He moaned deeply as begging pleas for more fell from her lips.

She was his. His wife. His new life. His new everything.

She was his.

Finally, he had someone. Finally, he was enough for someone.

Finally.

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Sunflower, Book 1, Chapter 23

Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: M Chapter warnings: A boner exists. Flashback smut AN: See that warning? You made it to the smut... that I'm going to spoon feed you over *chapters*. I said there was smut, not that you would be sitting down to a full meal! Have a fluff chapter before two weeks of angst to lead off the angst train!

Masterlist AO3 KoFi ~~~~~<3

Mia’s head rested against Tom’s shoulder as he carried her to bed. Sleep sang it’s siren song to her and with each step he took, it was harder and harder for her to fight off the darkness. Before Tom had crossed into her room, their room, she was dozing in a light sleep.

Carefully, Tom nestled her onto her side of their bed. Their bed, that was a thought that made him smile even for a fleeting moment in the turmoil of the unknown dark turn her night had taken.

He had made it up, pulling the blankets back as she had showered. She needed him, he knew that, even if he was left guessing as to how he could best help her. The cause of it need didn’t matter, though anger simmered under the blanket of concern within him. Something had happened, something worse than what she was saying and he could do nothing but make her a bowl of canned soup.

There would be countless times over the next year when she would need him, just like tonight, and he would likely not be there to care for her. She would likely go to bed hungry, too emotionally spent to heat her own soup. The least he could do was care for her now.

“Sleep well, my Sunflower.” Tom pulled the blankets up over her. He had wanted to kiss her but without knowing what happened, he didn’t dare. Instead he softly pushed the brown wave of hair that fell over her face to the side before going to turn off the lights.

She woke from the light sleep as he climbed into the bed next to her. There was a sea of thoughts and emotions swimming in her too tired mind as she fought sleep back. Turning on her side, she whispered his name.

“Do you need anything?” Tom whispered, turning toward her in the dark.

She surprised him and herself both by scooting herself closer to him. The bed wasn’t large but when they went to sleep, there was space left out of respect for her boundaries regardless of how they tended to wake tangled.

Reaching up, she rested the palm of her hand against his stubbly cheek. He didn’t shave much when he was there and she kind of liked it.

Tom laid still, watching her curiously in the darkness. Leaning forward, she placed a lingering kiss on his lips. It was soft and chaste yet he could feel countless emotions in the simple action. Reaching up, he covered her hand with his own.

“Can you hold me tonight?” She finally whispered.

Tom nodded, voice too thick to try to speak. Shifting onto his back, he drew her toward him. Safe in his arms, she drifted almost instantly right to sleep. Tom wasn’t far behind at all, holding tightly onto her hand resting on his chest.

This was everything he had wanted. She was everything he had wanted.

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Morning came with Sally bouncing into the room, a bundle of birthday energy Mia and Tom both were too tired for. Sally was spectacular about letting the adults in her life sleep when she woke first but where were some exceptions. Sally had a free pass as soon as the clock in her room turned green to wake her mother up on birthdays and holidays.

Mia nuzzled into Tom’s chest, nails lightly scratching him as she balled her fingers into a fist and tried to disappear into sleep. One of her legs were pressed tightly against Tom’s, stretching out as her toes flexed. Her other leg was curled up, hooked over his thigh with her toes resting on his knee, tickling him as they wiggled sleepily.

“It’s my birthday!” Sally bounced around the room, unconcerned by the sight of Tom, shirtless and in bed with her mom wrapped around him. Sally didn’t question the messy hair or their positions.

To the little girl, they were normal and Tom belonged. It was just fact to Sally.

“Indeed it is, little petal.” Tom pushed himself up on one elbow. It caused him to curl into Mia slightly and she felt why he wasn’t eager to get out of the bed against her thigh. “Why don’t you go grab one pastry out of the box. We’ll be out in a minute to help you with the rest of breakfast.”

Mia bounced out of the room.

“Close the door!” Mia shouted after her. The small girl ran back, grabbed the door handle and swung it closed with a giggle.

“Thank you.” Tom fell back on his back and squeezed her closer to him uncaring of his predicament in the moment.

It caused her whole position to shift again and her thigh brushed against his manhood though she had done her best to avoid it. His breath caught in his chest at the small contact and she yanked her leg straight down. She tried to pull away but was unable with his arms around her.

“I’m sorry,” She hated how her face felt like it was on fire.

“No, no- It’s fine Darling. You didn’t, I know you didn’t mean to.” Hearing him say it like that made her feel something she couldn’t quite pinpoint. She didn’t not want to touch him. She just- It was complicated.

Tom sat up, situating himself in his sweat pants in a effort to hide his excitement before giving up and just keeping himself under the blanket. Mia watched him as she tried to figure out what he really meant by that or and why it made her feel this way.

“Are you feeling better this morning?” Tom asked, noticing her watching him. “I’ll be able to get up in a few minutes, once this um, passes.”

Tom was blushing, she realized. He looked good with the flush high on his cheeks.

“That’s normal.” She said, pointing to his crotch. “In case you didn’t know. It just happens, I know.”

“I know,” Tom swung his legs off the bed, leaving blanket pooled in his lap still. “I just, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” He was calmed down enough that he felt safe to stand.

Mia tried to keep her eyes in PG13 places but it was a struggle. She had seen a lot of Tom the morning after their wedding and not a lot since. Sure, she’d seen him shirtless a handful of times but, oh he looked well endowed.

Sweat pants were magical.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked again, resting his hand on her arm when she failed to answer the first time he asked.

It startled her. She’d been too distracted looking at his goods and then trying not to look at his goods to notice him approaching her. Did he know she was looking at his goods?

“I am, yeah.” She took a deep breath and tried to shake off the weight of the night before and feelings Tom caused in her mind.

“Mia?” Tom wasn’t sure what he was going to say at first. “Do you like working there? I mean, honestly?”

“I can’t not work, Tom.”

“I know- and I’m not asking you. Hell, if I am honest unless my agent is right- unless he can swing this contract with Marvel how he thinks he can swing it, I’ll be able to support you both for a long while but if it doesn’t, maintaining two households would stretch me thin.”

“What’s your point then?”

“My point is when you came home last night, you looked like a shell of the woman I’ve been getting to know for the last few weeks. You looked scared and hurt. I would rather stretch myself thin than have you go through something that leaves you feeling like that, especially if I might not be here.”

“I’m fine, Tom.” She was touched by his worry for her. It warmed her heart and made her eyes water. No one had cared or worried about her like that in a very long time. It scared her too, though. “Look, I-”

“I know.” He interrupted, talking over her. “I know you don’t want to rely on me. I know it’s hard for you to trust me but it’s been a few weeks. We’ve been growing, making progress. At least, I thought so.”

“Tom, I can’t.” He saw it, the moment he pushed too hard. He feared if not for his heart beating in his ears, he would be able to hear the sandcastle of a marriage they had begun to build crumbling to the ground. “I- Thank you, for holding me last night. But I can’t.”

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Mia had all but ran out of the room. She could hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears, deafening her. There was nothing more in the world she wanted than to quit her job and find something where her ass wouldn’t get grabbed and men wouldn’t treat her like one of the attractions.

But she couldn’t.

That would mean trusting Tom completely and he said it himself, his career was a lot of unknowns. Their marriage had an expiration date too. Would they remain married at the end of the year? Tom had seemed so sure three weeks ago when he insisted this crazy plan go into existence but even if things were going okay, would be want his forever to be a stranger?

Mia scrambled eggs and tried to keep her mind from running head first down a path of a million ‘what if’s. She was mad at him and yet she was more touched than he could ever know- all for the same reason: He cared enough to offer her a way out.

“Mommy, Tommy said he’s got a fun day planned!” Sally announced as she ate fruit.

Breakfast was coming in stages this morning. The little girl had chocolate on her cheeks from the small chocolate donut she had first gotten. At some point the night before, Tom had cut up fruit and she was currently munching on that. The scrambled eggs would come last.

“Tommy?” Mia couldn’t help but laugh as the bedroom door opened and Tom walked out. “You’ve been renamed, you’re ‘Tommy’ now.”

“Is that so?” Tom laughed, tension melting a little from his shoulders at Mia’s smile telling him that, at least for now, the dust had settled and perhaps the sandcastle still stood.

He had been Tommy in his boyhood but had grown out of it with everyone except his mother. He was forever Tommy to her, except when he was in trouble- then he was Thomas. He was Thomas when he had told her of his marriage, most recently.

“Mommy and Tommy sitting in a tree.” The little girl sang, giggling. “It rhymes!”

“Eat your eggs.” Mia redirected, sliding the plate in front of her. Glancing at Tom, she could see his face was as red as her’s felt. “Coffee?” She asked him, offering an olive branch over where she had built fortress walls in sand.

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Tom had spent the day prior studying maps and learning routes. Today was his treat and he’d be damned if he made Mia drive them around for it. He was counting on his phone’s GPS and his prior studies to get them to where he wanted to go without giving away his gift to Sally or Mia who had thought she had approved all the plans for the day.

Mia stacked presents and decorations near the apartment door, hoping to make set up for the party later easier on them both. Tom swore he had food taken care of and that she didn’t have to worry about a cake.

Nothing fancy, he promised when she pressed, insisting everything that he would have needed her approval for, he got her approval for. The last thing she wanted was some spectacle that she would never be able to repeat if he left.

If he left. Mia realized she was no longer thinking about Tom leaving as inevitable. It was a possibility still but she caught herself hoping that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t.

That was dangerous. She had no business getting attached to him.

“Where are we going?” Sally asked the question on Mia’s mind as Tom sat in the driver’s seat.

Mia had a list of possibilities, ideas Tom had run by her but he kept what he decided on to himself.

“It’s a surprise.” He took his time adjusting everything to accommodate his long legs.

Dark sunglasses rested on his face as he threw the car in gear. Veins traced their way up his forearms and she couldn’t help but admire the way his fingers wrapped around the steering wheel. The cords in his neck were highlighted by the harsh desert sun along with his sharp jawline. The red and blonde in his hair were far more obvious in the sun as well.

There had to be something wrong with her. No one should find someone driving a car this attractive.

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She accepted him into her greedily as he sank in, steady pressure splitting her walls open. His size was more than she was used to but she wanted him all. She wasn’t a untouched flower by any means but his size made her feel virginal in how he filled her inch by inch.

She moaned as he sank deeper into her. The sound was cut off with his lips on hers. She had no choice but to swallow his moan along with her own as he bottomed out, hips nestling tight against hers.

He only paused for a moment as he adjusted his position above her. Then he was thrusting. Slow and deep, the speed built with each thrust. Her legs hooked around his thighs as she tried to pull him closer, wanting to surround herself with him as she surrounded him.

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