The two of you are dancing in the middle of the bedroom, hips swaying from side to side. You're both wrapped in each other's arms; Tom whispers tender, sweet nothings in your ear, possibly bits of Shakespeare. You're both naked, but have been dancing for what seems like hours, and either of you have yet to move further intimately...

Your hands, flat against his torso, slowly crawl from the small of his back to his shoulder blades, his hands make a reverse trip down your torso. The feeling send shivers up your spines, he kisses your right temple. You never imagined you'd be doing this on your wedding night, let alone be lucky enough to marry THE Tom Hiddleston, but you were that lucky girl, and this night is exceeding your expectations.

Your lips pucker and peck gently at the skin on his right shoulder, and his land on your neck. It arouses you, and you want to wrap your legs around him. You play cool, however, aware that will come soon enough.

His hum is low in register, but you feel it in your bones, vibrant in your veins. He smells beautiful, a fresh-out-of-the-bath scent, but so do you, thanks to the one you both came out of moments before. You were nervous, but you got a glimpse of what he looked like underneath those jeans, t-shirts, leather jacket, fine-tailored suits. You finally got that glimpse other would fight to the death to see, and he finally sees you, at you most vulnerable.

His left hand finds its way to the nape of your neck, the index finger making slow, gentle circles. It tickles slightly, but arouses you more, heightens your senses. In response, your left hand makes its way down to his right buttcheek, squeezing ever so gently. You hear him chuckle, and your smile is wide and loud.

Tom's right hand travels to your left breast, cupping it, a thumb caressing the nipple. You sigh, breathing against his warm shoulder skin. He leaves a trail of kisses from your earlobe, along your jawline, up your cheek, across your cheekbones. Your head tilts back in the process, and you open your eyes, meeting his giant blues. He could get anything he wanted out of you with just one look, and as you begin to list all of those things in your head, his lips slowly make their way to yours, and you sink deeper into the embrace. Your mouths open simultaneously, as if telepathic, your wet tongues wrestle slightly. You want more of him, he craves you, his arms' embrace tightens around you, and your arms wrap around his neck, keeping him close. You right leg wraps around his waist, pulling him and his erection closer. Your arousals touch, making you hotter and wanting. Then everything fades into darkness...

You wake up in a cold sweat. Light beams in through your window, sunlight beaming down on you. Damn, you think to yourself. Another dream...

You shift your body to get more comfortable in your bed; it's routine for you to stay in bed for at least fifteen minutes before getting up to do anything. You're thinking of what to eat for breakfast when you feel a hand on your hip, sliding down and over your stomach, pulling you closer to its source. You turn over to find Tom sleeping soundly, and you slide closer to him, fitting your body with his, two pieces of a puzzle fitting together. In your mind, you wonder to yourself how long this will last before you have to wake up again, wake up in an empty bed.

You pinch yourself, and you feel the pain. And you realize...

I'm not dreaming.

Pulling your pillow closer, the platinum wedding band reveals itself on the ring-finger. This is not a dream...