I’m searching for words to describe THIS particular way of looking at people… but for some reason now I can’t think anymore. Help ? (You’ll notice those gifs - which aren’t mine btw - all come from itw, never movies…)
Tom Hiddleston played Jonathan Pine in the BBC adaptation of The Night Manager
I had read Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy when I
was young, but not The Night Manager. When I read the script for the
first episode, I was thrilled and fascinated by the prospect of playing
Pine. I read the novel many times after that. When it came to preparing
for the series, le Carré was very present and actively involved. After a
cast read-through of all six episodes in one sitting, we withdrew to a
draughty anteroom behind a council hall in central London and listened
to his generous feedback. He stressed in particular the delicate and
almost parental nature of the relationship between agent runner and
agent, in this case between Angela Burr (Olivia Colman) and Jonathan
Pine. His attention to detail was forensic, and his insight invaluable.
fascination with spies stems from our natural curiosity about questions
of truth and identity. Even as children, we develop a deep
understanding of the transgressive act of lying. And yet spies must lie,
or dissemble, for the greater good. John le Carré is the architect of
our understanding of the world of spies. There is, behind the curtain of
power, a complex network of interests and relationships, upon which
depend our national security and prosperity. He has always understood
that. He takes us behind the curtain. He is also one of the most
sophisticated analysts of the British psyche, and the creator of the
most thrilling novels of the past half-century. He understands that
within the British cultural identity are contained many complex
contradictions; that our sense of ourselves, and of our place in the
world, is not fixed or clear.
Spy stories satisfy some innate
curiosity within us, and le Carré’s are the best. They are emotionally
and intellectually completely satisfying, politically resonant and
Description: You wake up a little early, and are more than a little turned on by Tom’s sexy snoring…
A/N: This short little thing basically just happened because I would rather fantasize about Tom Hiddleston’s scratchy morning voice than get much needed sleep. Enjoy! ^__^
You open your eyes, and lie awake in the semi-dark light of way-too-early-morning. Your heart sinks as you realize what day it is: Monday.
But then- you remember just which Monday. A long weekend Monday. Which means another day to spend with Tom.
You roll over quietly, checking to see if your boyfriend is still asleep, which he is. You smile as the sound of his faint, sexy snore fills the room. His snore always turned you on, ever since you started living together and you first got to hear it. It was so masculine.
You nudge his shoulder gently, and he stirs a little. “Mmm?” he mumbles, lifting his head from the pillow and rolling over to face your side of the bed. His eyes adjust, and he frowns as he sees the time.
“It’s 6:00 in the morning, love…” he mumbles in his scratchy, drawling morning voice, another thing that turns you on beyond belief. You grin. “Yeah… but today’s a holiday.” He smiles, and rolls back over to you. “So shouldn’t we be sleeping in?”
You smirk mischievously. “Your sexy snoring is getting me in the mood.” He grins. “Then I guess I’ll just have to snore more often, hm?” You laugh softly as you crawl closer to him, shifting one of your legs to the other side of him so that you straddle his lap under the covers.
You lean down, and give him a deep kiss, feeling the short, scratchy stubble of his yet to be shaven chin. He smiles against your lips, and you shift against his lap, feeling his member start to become stimulated beneath his tight sleeping boxers.
He groans lightly, and moves his hands underneath your tiny white nightie, kneading your hips as you kiss him again.
He takes a breath. “Good morning,” he says with a little laugh, and you bring your hands down over his broad chest, massaging circles around his defined pectorals.
He pauses for breath, then kisses you again as he lifts your nightie above your head, leaving you naked and chilly in the morning temperature.
“Oh, darling…” he mutters, eyeing your breasts with a still tired, yet hungry gaze. He suckles on each one gently, making you moan, and you work on tugging his boxers down.
When you finally do, his painfully stiff erection springs out, no doubt hard from overnight, and you start to run your finger and your thumb from the base to tip, making him quiver under your touch.
After a minute of this, he finally grabs you by the waist, and lifts you up, lowering you onto his cock. You gasp as you take him in, feeling him deep inside of you, filling you so perfectly. You move up, and down again over him, and he bites his lip as you start to bounce, working yourself off of him.
He thrusts upward, heightening your pleasure, and at the angle that you’re both at and the leverage he’s got, he hits your g-spot again and again, bringing you close with every thrust.
“Oh love… just like that,” he encourages, squeezing his eyes shut. You moan loudly. “Oh, Tom, yeah!” He pushes your hips and moves you in time with his thrusts, and you feel your climax approach.
He keeps thrusting, and you both come undone at the same time, breathing each other’s names as you feel his seed spill deep inside of you.
“Thomas…Thomas… oh…” you whisper breathlessly as you come down from the high, feeling his cock throb rhythmically as he loses his breath.
He leans back into the pillow, looking up at you. “I love you so much, you know that?” he asks after a moment, quirking a smile as he tugs you down overtop of him. “I love you more,” you muse, and he chuckles.
“That’s a war best settled in bed. Next time, of course,” he grins, and you nuzzle your head into the crook of his arm as you two drift off back to sleep under the warm, fluffy comforter.