Because You're Mine (A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic) #Wattys2016 #pfcc2k16

Chapter Four: The Whisker

                  

Baby, don't you know I'm done?

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I can't hear a single word he's saying because I am too busy freaking out like a mad person. I am screaming and kicking and running around trying to find a place to hide in this damn metal box.

He doesn't have any idea that I am doing these things, of course, because I am carefully doing them inside my crazy, neurotic, little head.

Oh, fuck. This is just bad, really bad. What the hell were you thinking? Ok, calm down... It's fine, you are fine. He can't come inside, can he? Did Tom close the door? How should I know? I was too preoccupied having fantasies about his goddamned hands. Shit!

"I will be out in a minute! I'm in the loo!" Tom shouts practically on my face, forcing me to snap out of the downward spiral in which I was sliding.

He finally lets go of me but I don't see him walking away. He looks at me kind of funny and that's when I realize that he can't let go because I am still clutching his sides. I try to release him but I am terrified I might just fall flat on the ground.

It takes me a few seconds to check and make sure that my legs are back in business, but when I do, I set him free.

"I have to open... Do you want to hide?" Tom asks. He seems to be fully recovered from our brief but heated interplay, which I find utterly impressive given the fact that I am still struggling to catch my breath and rearrange my thoughts.

He looks at me with a soothing calm in his eyes and just as he did before, he manages to make me feel better.

He is letting me know that it is my choice to make. I can hide if I want to but it's okay if I don't.

I nod.

He gives me a supportive smile, which I appreciate, and placing one hand on the small of my back, he leads me towards the tiny bathroom. Once I am inside, he closes the door. Before he does so, he stays there, staring at me. We don't say a word to each other but he's apologizing with his now back to blue eyes and I am telling him it's all right. The door shuts.

Seconds later, I hear Chris stumping inside the trailer.

"What the hell, brother! I found out you were here through Derek?" His voice is deep and strident. His accent is remarkably strong.

"Sorry, I got caught up with something."

Damn right, he did.

I am sitting on the toilet, with my legs pulled up against my chest and my arms wrapping them tightly. I am a giant ball of nerves and panic. I can't stop replaying in my head the whole sequence that has taken place in the last ten minutes. How did we let it go that far? What would have happened if we weren't interrupted?

You know the answer to that question, Clementine. Don't be stupid.

I nod to myself. I do know the answer. I would have gone through with it, no doubt about it. Not that there's anything wrong with that, obviously. I am a single woman and so is he... Is he? Single, I mean. I know he's not a woman... Duh!

Confined in this small room I think that this is not the first time I find myself in a situation like this. Of course, it was a totally different case. For starters, I am hiding here because I choose to do so and Tom gently saw me to this place, whilst that other time, which was two years ago, I was shoved into a closet without even knowing what was going on.

It didn't take me long to figure out that the guy that I was with at that moment was about to get caught by his girlfriend while he was cheating on her, with me.