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Tom hurried through the concourse, arms laden with carry-on luggage, a small suitcase and a satchel containing his laptop and some books. Luke lagged behind, trying his best to keep up with his charge, but Tom's long legs and slim build allowed him to slide through the crowd like a knife through butter, making it nearly impossible for Luke to keep up. When he finally reached the escalator, Tom looked at Luke and laughed,"We need to hurry! We can't miss this plane."
Out of breath, Luke answered, "I wasn't expecting an airport marathon." He was just as excited as Tom was to be going home, he was just less enthusiastic about it.
The two boarded the escalator and began their descent to the terminal. Luke absently checked messages on his phone, Tom watched people on the opposite side as they went past him. Until he saw her. She was average, no spectacular beauty, with long, auburn hair, a curvy build, big brown eyes that were buried in a book. But to him, she was an angel. Her eyes glanced up, sweeping the faces and landing on his. She smiled and went back to her reading.
Not one to lose an opportunity, Tom handed Luke his things with a, "Hold these, please," as he vaulted over the railings and landed amongst the passengers going the opposite direction. He began his ascent to find her.
Luke rolled his eyes and huffed, "Honestly."
Tom continued up until he was at her elbow. He feigned bumping into her. "Oh, I'm so sorry," he grinned sheepishly.
She looked up from her book. "You were going the other way," she observed. "Are you arriving or leaving?"
Flustered by the way she seemed to look into his soul, Tom stammered, "Um... Leaving. I'm going home to London."
Her mouth curled into a knowing smile. " Then you're going the wrong way."
They reached the top of the escalator and stepped off, moving to the side so other passengers could pass. "This is the way they told me to go."
"Going that way will not get you home. As it happens, I'm also going to London. If you'd like, you can follow me, Tom." There was a mischief in her eyes as she said his name. He began to follow her back towards the concourse, glancing over his shoulder to see that Luke was following behind.
He leaned in close as they walked. "You know who I am?" he asked, glad that she hadn't fawned over him, intrigued as to why.
She sighed, wanting to tell him that, really, she gushed about him on social sites, that there were things she imagined doing with him and to him, that she had written most of it down, but she stayed calm, with a facade of aloofness. "I've seen most of your movies," she answered matter -of-fact. "I hope you don't mind me calling you Tom. Mr. Hiddleston seems a bit too proper. Do you agree?"
Tom nodded. He glanced over his shoulder at Luke, who had finally arrived back at the top of the escalator and was racing toward them, arms still full of both his own and Tom's luggage. "Haven't you the decency to at least wait for me?" he grumbled as he arrived at Tom's side. "I'm so sorry," Tom said sincerely as he grabbed his things. "Yeah, I'll bet. You can't just go running off every time you see a pretty girl." Luke was clearly frustrated. Tom glanced from Luke, to her, back to Luke. "But, she's different." His voice turned into a whisper and he leaned closer to Luke. "I had a dream about her last night." Even though he has tried to speak so she couldn't hear, she did. "You can't dream about someone you've never seen before, you know," she interjected. Tom smiled. "Then we have seen each other before, have we not? Perhaps on the Tube, or somewhere around London?" He rolled his eyes around almost like he was searching with them inside his head. She grinned and grasped his arm, pulling him along. "That's for me to know and you to discover. Now, we must hurry." She was purposely being mysterious, not letting on that he had seen her but for a brief moment crushed amongst horde of screaming fans at his last red carpet outing. She was sure he wouldn't even remember her, but obviously, he did, even if it was in the back corner of his mind. They arrived at the gate just as the attendant was calling the VIP guests to board. Tom dropped his things on the floor next to his feet. "I'm sorry, this is where I need to get on," he said wistfully. He embraced her and landed a soft kiss on her lips. "Will you wait for me when we disembark?" She kissed him back, deeper, let him taste her, the sweetness of her mouth, the softness of her tongue. "Yes." "Oh, come on!" Luke said impatiently. He began his journey down the breezeway to the plane. Tom picked up his luggage and followed.
They were settled in their first class seats as the other passengers began to board. Tom watched their faces, waiting for her and when she passed by, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down onto his lap with a giggle. He kissed her deeply, once again, until the flight attendant interrupted with, “Sir, you can't do that." He let her and and make her way to her seat behind him, somewhere in economy class.
After the other passengers were securely seated, the safety procedures finally gone over, and the wait on the runway through, the plane pitched and shifted and took off.
Tom waited patiently for the seatbelt sign to turn off and for Luke to be pleasantly distracted with his iPod. He rose from his seat and began making his way back to the lavatory. As he passed row after row, he looked for he, hoping to speak with her before he had to return to his seat, but she wasn't there.
There was no line, but both lavatories we full, so he waited. One door cracked open and there she was. She saw him standing in the aisle and smiled. "Do you need to use the lavatory really?" she taunted.
Tom answered, "No, I was actually looking for you, this was just an afterthought." He grinned add she reached out, grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him in. The door clicked and she reached around him to secure it with the lock.
Her arms lingered around him. "Are you a member of the Mile High Club, Tom?" she asked, her voice taking on a naughty tone.
His eyes widened, and his grin broadened. "Actually, I'm not."
Wickedly, she asked, "Would you like to be?"
Tom answered by wrapping ha arms around her and crashing his mouth into hers, his tongue diving in and caressing hers, his hunger evident.
She ran her hands down his backside, grabbing his ass, squeezing, eliciting groan from him. Arching her back, she sighed as his kisses began to trail first down her chin to her neck and then hot breath on he ear followed by a slight nibble on her earlobe. Her whole body began to hum, her center winding up like an overtuned piano wire. Tom pulled his arms from around her and slid them under her shirt, grasping her breasts, cupping them, kneading them. "Are you sure?" he growled into her ear. She nodded, moving her hands from his ass and grasping and massaging the bulge that was growing between them, pressing against the tight fabric of his slacks. He smiled and pulled her shirt over her head, dropping it on the floor by their feet. Kissing her deeply once again, he unfastened her bra and dropped that on the floor as well. Her breasts bobbed, freed of their constraints. He dove into them, his tongue first licking the valley between them then moving to circle her nipples, one at a time, until they we both rigid. Each pass over her nipples made her yearn for more, made her moan softly, lustfully. She unbuttoned his pants and helped them shimmy down his thighs. His manhood bobbed to attention. "Commando, of course," she giggled. "Let's see what we have down here," he wiggled his eyebrows at her as he hiked up her skirt and slid his hand up her inner thigh, clasping her swollen sex. "Looks like we have a naughty girl here as well." He squeezed and a little of her juice ran down, dripping from his hand. "Oh, so wet," he whispere gruffly."So ready for me." She rocked her hips toward him and grasped his cock, circling it with her fingers. "Mmmm," she hummed, "Seems like I'm not the only one who's ready." His fingers gingerly slid in to her wetness, finding her clit already hard. He drummed against her, each thump sending a thrum of pleasure through her body. She couldn't help but to writhe against him, wanting to be filled by him. Her hands both held his cock, and with each shot of electricity through her own body, she squeezed, making him even harder, each stroke making him moan with her. As she reached her precipice, he pulled his fingers from her, pried her hands from him and embraced her, hoisting her up so she was balanced against the lavatory sink. "Is that comfortable?" he asked softly. She grasped his hips and pulled him toward her, his cock right at her entrance, its tip brushing just maddeningly enough at her folds. "Fuck me," she hissed. Tom began sliding himself inside her, letting her stretch to his size. She moaned as he moved, savoring the delicacy he was taking, but, at the same time, wanting him to just take her. The plane hit some turbulence and he pitched forward, his lips crashing into hers again, his cock thrusting into her deepest recesses. "Oh god!" she mewled. She began rocking her hips against him, feeling him inside her. He wiggled his hips and hit every one of her most sensitive spots. The pleasure began to build, each thrust, each movement adding to the heat that built inside her. He leaned down and suckled one of her breasts and it sent her over the edge. She began pumping hard against him, her moans softly building. As she got louder, he covered her mouth with his own, her screams of wanton lust absorbed into him. As she began to come down, she felt him twitch, felt his own movement getting more insistent. He moved against her ferally, his thrusts wild, his mouth against her neck, sucking, biting. She felt herself begin to climax again and she muffled her orgasmic keening with his shoulder. Together, they reached their nirvana. They untangled themselves and got dressed just in time for the flight attendant to knock on the door. "Hey," she yelled, "You need to return to your seat, we've hit some turbulence."