A Second Chance

Midnight Kisses

I stood in the kitchen pouring out 40 glasses of champagne and refilling bowls of crisps, mini sausage rolls and peanuts as I listened to the party that was going on in the living room. Tom decided to invite everyone who was working on Avengers over for New Years. Don't get me wrong, the idea seemed great at the time when he suggested it but when the night actually came and all forty of them turned up I realised just how cramped things would get. I'd begun to get very nervous by nine o'clock when the Hemsworths turned up, Chris with a very large keg of beer in each hand. The last thing I wanted was his inner Thor to come out and make a mess, like he normally did at parties with alcohol.

Tom walked into the kitchen and spotted my frustrated frown while I jangle the little gold Loki helmet on my charm bracelet between my fingers.

"What's the matter darling? It's New Years Eve, aren't people normally supposed to be happy?" he chuckled burying his face into my neck.

"I'm just slightly worried about the party getting out of hand with all the alcohol Chris has brought over" I replied. I wasn't lying, but I wasn't telling the complete truth either. The real problem was that when Tom and I had woken up on Boxing Day morning, he'd asked if I'd like to move in with him when he got back to London after filming had finished. Obviously I said yes. But since then I'd had six whole days to think about it and, as much as I loved Tom, I wasn't sure if I was ready to do that. I mean, we'd only been together three months, any normal person would wait at least six at the upmost minimum before moving in with their other half right? I'd text Jen to get her opinion and she just told me I was being silly, Tom loved me and I loved him, so why wouldn't it work out?

"You're thinking again Piper, I can see the cogs in your head turning. Is it Andy? Has he tried to get hold of you again?" he took my hand and held it tight.

"No, no, no it's not Andy. It's nothing Tom, seriously don't worry darling" I stroked his cheek before turning and heading into the garden. I needed some fresh air.

I plonked myself down onto the bench under the porch and stared into the sky to look at all the stars. I felt Tom sit down next to me, two champagne glasses in his hand, he passed one over to me. It must have been nearing midnight because I heard Mark calling for us from the kitchen.

Both Tom and I stood up quickly and rushed into the living room, where the TV had been switched on and onto the channel that was showing the ball drop in Times Square. Tom took a hold of my hand and squeezed it, my worries had been pushed aside for a moment and replaced by excitement. The corners of my mouth twitched upwards when I looked back into Tom's eyes as the count down began.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, HAPPY NEW YEAR!" the crowd in the room roared and everyone had a huge grin on their face, including me.

In that moment, my hand was grabbed and I was being dragged out of the room and into the hallway, Tom's grip tightened on my hand as he pulled me along. We turned the corner and he shoved me up against the wall and crushed his lips onto mine. The kiss grew more passionate with every second that passed. I noticed his hand sliding slowly up my leg and pushing my skirt up around my hips. His hand lingered on my thigh before he reached around further and grabbed one of my ass cheeks, squeezing it hard enough to make me gasp. My bare leg lifted up and wrapped around his body pulling his pelvis closer to mine. Tom's other hand had managed to work its way around to my back and was fumbling with my bra, with a quick pinch of his fingers, it unclasped and the straps slipped down off my shoulders. I bet my head down and kissed his neck, then slowly licked upwards to his ear and nibbled his earlobe with my teeth. Tom let out a soft, low moan and squeezed my ass harder, clearly we were both out to see who could tease the other most. My hand gradually made its way down his back, pressing my fingernails into the soft white fabric of his shirt. I slowly made my way down the the waistband of his trousers and brought my hand between our bodies and rubbed against his crotch with the tips of my fingers, causing him to curse under his breath.

"You two do realise the bedroom is upstairs right?" we both jumped apart in fright as we heard Chris' deep Australian accent and hearty laugh fill the hallway. How long had he been standing there?! I quickly pulled my skirt back down and attempted to do up my bra, I managed to get one clasp back together before I gave up and just readjusted myself and put the straps back onto my shoulders.

"Indeed we do. umm but that's not what it looked like" Tom struggled to get his words out, making Chris laugh even more.

"There is no judging here mate. I was actually thinking about cheering you on" he joked. I hope.

"Anyway, me and Elsa are about to get going, our car is here to take us home so it's goodbye from me and the wife" Chris pulled me into a hug and did something that completely shocked me. He fastened up the rest of my bra. As he pulled away I looked up at him and blushed, he just winked at me and tapped the side of his nose, signalling that he'd keep it a secret.

"I'll see you at the studio on Tuesday" Tom said to Chris as they both also shared a little hug before Elsa emerged.

"Hey Hiddleston! Hands off my man!" she jabbed him in the ribs and then kissed him on the cheek lightly to say goodbye.

The rest of the guests were gone by half past one, leaving Tom and I alone again. We definitely didn't delay the wait to be on each others lips any longer and the next thing I knew, my dress was being pulled off of me and I was thrown onto the bed. Tom was already stripped down to his boxers before I sat up, and they certainly left nothing to the imagination. He pounced on top of me and planted his lips straight onto my neck, before working his way down to my shoulder and biting it. I screamed out and rolled us over so I was straddling him. His hardness pressing against my thigh. I slowly started to grind myself against his hips making him moan and bite his lip. Tom's hands gripped to my waist pulling me down against him even more than I was already, so I decided to bend over and kiss his neck at the same time.

"Piper I... Pi...per. I can't.. take this... anymore." He stuttered and I stopped kissing him, in fact I stopped everything I was doing and stared down at him.

"I don't understand" I whispered, my heart racing. He saw the look in my eyes and smiled.

"What I mean is I can't lay here letting you do this to me while we still have our underwear on! Get it off Watson, before I do it myself" suddenly his eyes went dark again, the lust returning as he said it. My heart slowed to a normal rate again and I bit my lip as I unhooked my bra, flinging it across the room. I knelt above him and pulled my panties off, throwing them in the opposite direction. While I did it, Tom shuffled out of his boxers and chucked them across the bedroom, before placing his hands back on my waist and rolling us over, pulling the covers over the top of us to finish what we started at midnight.

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I know this chapter wasn't as long but I needed something to fill between, plus who doesn't want to know what it's like kissing Tom Hiddleston at New Years?!

Keep reading, next chapter coming very soon :) xoxox