𝓣𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 - 4

Hotel Cuddles

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer spideyspeaches on Tumblr

https://www.tumblr.com/spideyspeaches/655431549316104192/omg-i-absolutely-love-your-writing-could-you-do?source=share

Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings →my stunning lack of geographical knowledge

Summary →Tom and his girlfriend enjoy a rare moment together in their hotel room after a night out, opting for cuddles over his busy schedule, cherishing their time together.

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It was rare that Tom took you with him on his set tours. It wasn't an easy life, moving from one place to another, one set to another. You preferred staying in your shared home in London, cuddled up in his hoodies as you FaceTimed every minute of spare he got.

But this time?

This time you insisted that you come along. Tom wasn't complaining, he loved your company, you were excellent with his schedule, knew all of his co-workers (mostly), so here you were now, staring at Tom as he came out of the golf cart, the heavy bag of his clubs in plain view as you chuckle, sipping at the burning hot tea as you look from the low balcony of your hotel.

It was a day off on set today, and Tom and Harry had decided on golfing. He had asked if you wanted to come, but you had refused, instead opting to stay snuggled in the thick comforter and regulated environment of your hotel room.

Sipping your tea, you chuckled again as you saw him struggle to pull himself out of the cart, shivering and muttering curses as his Rolex got stuck on the strap for a moment before he stumbled out of it.

You squint your eyes against the sunlight, the cool air sending chills up your spine. Turning around, you went back to your room, plopping on the bed and waiting for him to come stumbling up.

Picking your phone up, you switched it on for a moment, waiting for him to come straight to the room as he and Harry parted, bunching the comforter to your chin and scrolling through Instagram till your elbows hurt and your eyes dropped with much needed sleep.

Time spent with him was rare and precious, his PR kept his schedule pretty packed these days, with shooting uncharted and spider man at the same time, mix that with all the interviews and you rarely got time together, hence your impromptu trip to Atlanta with him.

Naturally, you were excited and after a little while spent with his friends had left you both kind of drunk last night, you had spent the entire time with him, basking into his warm skin in the chilly night. It was an understatement to say that your nightly endeavours had left you tired and grumpy, to say the least.

It was a waiting game until you heard the telltale shuffling of his awkward stance and the rattling of the doorknob, his curses filling through the empty, cold, hotel room. Okay it wasn't that cold, but grumpiness made you feel extra cold. 

"Hey darling! You're not asleep, are you? I'm sorry it took so long and I have like twenty minutes until I have to get to set- shit." He cursed, making you chuckle as he held his toe, spilling a litany of curses as he held the throbbing toe.

"I'm not asleep Tom, was waiting for you." You smiled sleepily, turning around to see him wrapped to his chin in a sports jacket, still rubbing his foot, "wanna cuddle."

"You're not mad?" He asks, eyes shining and a small smile twitching. Moving forward, he set his clubs aside and leaned down to caress your head, leaving a tiny kiss on your forehead as you mumbled something incoherent, grabbing onto his wrists and hissing when it came in contact with his cold watch, "want me to stay flower?"

"Hmm? Oh no don't you have to… go. Wait, don't you have an off day?" You mumbled, pulling him into your bed anyways, basking in the way he giggles when his cold seeps through his tummy when he touches the cold sheets, the jacket now discarded on the wooden floor, leaving him in his dark blue jersey.

"I know love, just got a call that it's an urgent meeting with my manager." He mumbled, snuggling into your shoulder.

How was he always so cheerful in the mornings? Guess he was just used to staying up late at night and waking up early, the thought sending a pang of sympathy through your stomach, making you clench the muscle.

"Miss one day." You grin, pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck, tickling lightly with your fingers.

"You're crazy love." He mumbles, pushing himself so he was on top of you, now fully aware of the small distance between the two of you.

"Crazy in love." You smirk, pushing yourself on your elbows so that your noses were touching, lips hovering dangerously over yours.

You liked the domestic times, liked to see the goofy side of Tom Holland. But this was infinitely hotter, his lips so close to yours that you had to restrain yourself from crashing them together, and had it not been for your sleepy eyes and the cold-ish weather, you would have restrained yourself.

But you missed him so much, and you were cold you just wanted to snuggle into him, so pulling your hand up, you let yourself kiss him, fiery with the same fireworks you felt the first time you kissed him in LA.

"Mmh eager aren't we, love?" He mumbled into the kiss, eyelids fluttering as you continued to brush one hand in his curls, finally falling with a huff when your other hand gave out, his body falling onto yours with a chuckle.

"Don't you have to go to the set?" You ask, out of breath with your hands touching his bare skin, him hovering over you. The set was relatively far from where you were staying, didn't mean he had to leave this instant.

"Hmm, that can wait. I only want you right now." He smiled, leaning down to kiss you again.

"You have no idea," you mutter, pecking his lips, "how much I missed you."

"Me too love, me too."

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