HiddlestonxReader Winter Winds 3

  

    "No, no!  This is on me," he declared as you began to protest, but he would have none of it.  "Come now, it would be rather impolite of me to not pay for this and I would feel terrible."

    

    "Well, I feel terrible because I am going to stay with you without rent and you won't even let me buy my own drink,"  you objected, taking notice of how the ends of his lips began to tug slightly upwards in a growing smirk.  At this, your eyes narrowed and your mind wandered to think, Why in the world is he grinning?

    

    "I suppose," he slowly began, "that you will just have to feel horrible then."

    

    You absentmindedly took a small section of your lower lip in between your teeth, began lightly giggling, and rolled your eyes as you flashed a defeated smile in Tom's direction while resting your chin on your fist.

    

    "Fine," you huffed, allowing your mind to meander to other topics such as your luggage, which was still at your former place of temporary residence.  Tom, being the keen man that he is, took note of this and attempted to bring your attention back to reality.

    

    "What are you thinking of, darling?"  He asked ever so gently.

    

    "Oh," you began, being pulled from your dawdling thoughts, "Just that I suppose we need to swing by that place and pick up my luggage." 

    

    Tom hummed out what you supposed to be a yes.  Looking over at him, you saw how his oceanic eyes drifted out the window and up towards the sky.

    

    "Well, we might need to get a move on then.  It looks as though it might start to rain."

    

    "Alright then!" you proclaimed, suddenly feeling a bit more enthusiastic about your interesting situation.  After standing up and taking a few steps, you saw Tom swiftly pay the waiter and begin making his way over to the door where you were located.  Elegantly, he stretched his arm above your head, opened the door, and motioned for you to go under his arm and out onto the sidewalk.  As you proceeded to do so, you couldn't help but take in a small whiff of his enticing smell.  As you stepped outside, you quickly realized that you weren't as cold as you were previously and suddenly came to the realization that you still had Tom's coat draped along your shoulders.  

    

    "I'm so sorry, would you like your coat back?" you inquired, turning back around to face him.

    

    "No, no," Tom looked back at you, admiring how his jacket was rather too large for your form.  "You seem to need it much more than I."

    

    You nodded your head and for a moment awkwardly stood on the sidewalk shifting your feet, waiting for something to happen.

    

    "Oh! Right," he exclaimed, eyebrows flickering up as he realized that he was the only one who knew where he had parked.  "This way," he stated with a slight point of a finger to your right and his left.  Soon, the both of you had started walking in the direction of his vehicle. 

    

    As you reached the end of the block, you heard him confirm, "Right.  It's that one right over there." As he finished, he pointed across the street to a nice, yet modest car.  As you started making your way over to the car, a screeching horn thundered in your ear, causing you to temporarily become a dear in headlights.  Before you had another moment to think and be run over, you felt a pair of gentle, yet firm hands wrap around your waist as you were pulled from the street and twirled around.  Suddenly, the two of you toppled over, you on top. Still in shock, you stared wide-eyed into his blue orbs, hands resting on his chest, breath a little ragged.  It felt as though the two of you had laid there for over an hour, however, it was only a matter of seconds.  

    

    Eventually, Tom realized that his hands were still wrapped around your waist, and he pulled both you and himself up, deeply apologizing.

    

    "I'm so sorry, darling.  Are you alright? You're not hurt or anything, are you?" The concern in both his eyes and his voice flooded your senses and you popped out of your daze as he rubbed your arms.

    

    "I-Uh-eh-yeah," you sputtered out, "I'm fine.  How about you?"

    

    He swallowed and released a heavy sign of relief, thankful that you were unharmed.  "I'm alright."  Smirking, he looked back into your eyes, "did they not teach you to cross the street where you live?"

    

    Immediately, you let loose a relaxed giggle as well as a broad smile that was smeared across your face.  Both you and Tom stood there a minute longer just smiling at each other until he decided to remove his hands off your arms and start to properly cross the street.

    

    As he began to step back out into the street, he turned back around and held up his right hand with his eyebrows slightly curled upwards as if asking without words.  Hesitantly, you slid your gentle hand into his and enjoyed the feeling of how perfectly yours was enclosed in his.  The ends of his mouth faintly turned up as he once more turned his attention to the road.

    

    Approaching his vehicle, his released your hand to and swiftly opened the passenger door, beckoning you to enter.  Unceremoniously, you slid into his car as his hand grazed the small of your back, and he closed the door as soon as you were fully seated.  You took this opportune moment to observe your surroundings.  Clean, neat, and an irresistible smell-- just like him.  You silently giggled to yourself, but quickly composed yourself as soon as the driver had entered the vehicle. 

    

   Because you had a rather bad sense of direction since you had never been to London, you simply gave him the address and he was on his way.  As soon as he began to pull out from his parking spot, a torrential downpour began to commence, loudly pattering against the glass.  Momentarily, Tom reached towards his radio and turned a few knobs.

    

    "Hope you don't mind listening to some Bon Iver.  He's my favourite," Tom remarked as his eyes darted from the radio to the road, eyelashes flickering.  

    

    "Actually, I quite love Bon Iver," you commented as Flume began playing in the background.

    

    Soon, the two of you had arrived at the housing place and your mouth dropped when your eyes met the drenched porch. There, out in the pouring rain, sat your bag, completely soaked and utterly wet.  As soon as the engine was shut off, you raced up to the porch, not caring about how drenched you would become, where you stood dumbfounded at the man's actions.  Quickly, Tom came up behind you and opened up an umbrella above your head to stop the raindrops from streaming into your hair even though you were already rather wet.  

    

    "I assume this is your bag then?"  Tom inquired, his hand slipping onto the small of your back.

    

    "Mhm," you curtly answered, turning your gaze towards the tall Brit. 

    

    "Well," he began, clearly attempting to contain his annoyance towards your former renter.  "Let's get it into the boot of the car." 

    

    With that, he slid his hand from your back and grasped the straps of your duffel bag, waiting until you also turned around to start back towards the car.