Perfect Christmas (HiddlestonxReader)

You tossed and turned, huffing as you couldn’t get comfortable, throwing the tangle of blankets off and sat up.
‘Well I’m not getting any more sleep, guess it’s time to go searching for Hiddles…” you thought as you climbed out of your loft bed, pulling a long sweatshirt over your tank top and shorts and opened your door. You sighed as you looked over the balcony, your eyes landing on the Christmas trees in your living room and smiled.
You felt like the luckiest girl on Earth, you had run into your now boyfriend Tom Hiddleston at a convention last year and he had swept you up into the world of acting. You were now an unknown actress in a t.v. series with Tom, you had moved to London with him and now that it was Christmas he had surprised you with a trip home to visit with your parents. You were a little shy about your relationship with Tom so the world only knew he had a girlfriend but no one knew who.
You shook your head, turning to your right to go into the guest room he was residing in and blinked as you didn’t see him. You turned around, heading towards your parents room to see if he was in the shower and yelped slightly as he came strolling into view with just a towel wrapped around your waist.
‘Oh that’s too much Hiddles too early in the morning…” you quickly did a one-eighty as he smirked at you, hastening back to your room and shut the door. You sighed, noticing a toy laying on the ground and picked it up. ‘Tom gave this to me last night but I forget how it works…” you thought as you played with the Wolverine figure, twisting it this way and that and smiled as you pressed the button that made it’s claws come out. “There we go!” you exclaimed happily, not hearing the door open and jumped as he stole the toy form your hand.
“Good morning, Love.” Tom smiled, kissing your temple before turning to your closet and rummaged around.
“M-morning… what’s with the hat?” you asked as you followed him to the closet.
“You found it entertaining last night before you passed out.” He laughed.
“I passed out…? Then how did I get in bed?” you ask, glancing back at the tall bed and scratched your head.
“Derek and I managed to get you up there.” He explained. Derek was his body guard that stuck around.
“What happened last night…? I don’t remember much…”
“That’s not surprising really; you did have a bit too much to drink last night. We took over the downstairs t.v. so we could have a romantic dinner by the fire. The champagne really knocked you out.” He smiled, chuckling softly and sighed. “Well, knocked you out after an embarrassing moment, anyways.”
“What do you mean?” you tilt your head.
“Nothing Love, you just had a small accident is all.” He shook his head, going to walk away when you grabbed his hat and pulled it to you. “(Y/n) give me my hat back.”
“Not until you tell me what I did.” You shake your head, backing away.
“You accidently caught the fur blanket we were under on fire is all, Love.” He smiled, lifting you up and set you on a small stool so you were eye level with him.
“Catching something on fire… yeah that sounds like me…” you sigh.
“It’s fine, Love.” He turned your face so you were staring in his eyes. “Have I told the world I love you?” he asked.
“Mm… no, you-“  you start when he gently presses his lips to yours, going to kiss back when he started kissing your neck. “Y-you’ve told a few of your friends, your fami-!” you try to stutter out between his kisses, twitching as he bit on the soft flesh of your nape and gasped. You try to pull away but his hands buried themselves in your hair and around your neck, pulling you closer and smirking.
“Get dressed, Love, unless you want to open your gifts in your pajamas.” He murmured against your skin.
“Tom you know we don’t open gifts here until tomorrow. Today is relaxing, doing whatever, and going to my Grandma’s for dad’s side of the families Christmas.” You roll your eyes, pushing him back and poked his nose.
“But.. I want to pen my gifts from you and I want you to open your gifts from me…”  he whimpered, glancing into your eyes and pouted, giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes he could.
“Well… when we get back tonight we can open one gift from each other, okay?” you sigh.
“Tch. Fine, but I get to choose which gifts we exchange, got it?” he glared slightly.
“Sure. Now will you let go? I’m hungry.” You pull at his hands that rested at your hips.
“Sure, let’s go eat.” He smiled, kissing your cheek and pulled you off the chair.