Author's Note: Alas, this fanfiction has come to an end! I hope you all have enjoyed the experiment that this piece was for me. I also hope you enjoyed the ending. It didn't go exactly as I planned from the get-go. I ended up tailoring it to an anonymous message I received on my blog saying how much they love the fic, and how they hope I continue to write more Hiddleswift fanfiction. It made me really happy to hear that, so I thought you all deserved a little bit more out of the ending that wasn't smut, you know? Anyway I'm really pleased with how this all turned out! Hope you all are having a lovely day xoxo

I slowly came to conscious only to hear Tom's even breathing, and to feel his hot breath against my skin. He had fallen asleep with his chin on top of my shoulder. It was still dark, but my eyes glanced up to my balcony doors and I could see the colors from the beginnings of the sunrise peaking through. One of my favorite things about waking up early in the morning was not only to see the sunset, but to enjoy the silence, since everyone else was still asleep.

I carefully slid out of Tom's warm embrace, taking my time to make sure not to stir him. I lifted up his arms carefully, slipped out, then put his arms back down gently on the bed where I had been. I moved the covers up so it would be like I had never left. I tiptoed to the chair in the corner of my room, grabbing my blue, floral, silk robe that was lying on top of it. I slid it over my small frame, wrapping myself up in it and tying it.

I walked over to the balcony doors, careful to open one of them just a smidge without moving the curtains too much out of place. However, instead of bothering to close the door I left it open just a crack so I wouldn't have to make more noise than necessary.

I stepped outside, inhaling the fresh air before sighing aloud. I came to the railing, leaning forward, pressing my forearms down on it. I watched the hues of pink, purple, and orange grace the city skyline as the sun slowly, yet surely, came up to grace us all with morning light. I let my mind go blank—completely blank. It was always going—driving itself, never stopping. It was rare moments like these where I truly got to rest.

I then felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist, pressing me against a firm body as he rested his chin on my shoulder. His hands snaked up to take both of mind, intertwining our fingers together. "Good morning, darling," A raspy-familiar voice murmured to me sweetly before pressing his lips to my cheeks ever so gently.

My heart skipped a beat—at first because he had startled me, but after that because of how loving and affectionate he was being with me. "Oh, Tom, you scared me," I released the breath I didn't realize I sucked in before chuckling. He always seemed to do that—scare the living daylights out of me.

"Oh, I'm sorry—I didn't mean to," He was quick to apologize.

"No, no don't be," I whispered to him, turning my head towards his. Our eyes locked, soaking in each other. He let go of one of his hands, bringing it to my cheek. "How did you sleep?" I asked.

This brought a smile that came out slowly, and a small rumble from his chest. He licked his lips. "Nice, long, deeply," Tom chuckled before adding on this next part quickly. "I haven't slept this well in such a long time. And you, my love?"

There it was again—that blush that crept up slowly onto my face because of this man. Dear lord, what was I going to do with him?

"Just like you put it—nice, long, and deeply," I purred back. I twisted my body so I was facing him, and he pressed me up against the railing. His other hand went from my hand to wrap around my lower back, while he used the other to gently brush it against my cheek. "That makes me happy," Tom echoed back with a devilish smile.

I closed the distance between us, pressing my lips to his. It wasn't a kiss of lust—no, it was one of pure innocence and love. And he reciprocated the same feelings back through his lips.

I broke our kiss, pressing both of my hands against his chest. "How about some morning coffee? Or tea?" I asked with a smile. "I can also make you breakfast. I'm always told that I'm a great cook," I winked.

Tom dipped his head down for a moment before bringing it up, pressing his forehead against mine. "It'd be my pleasure," He smiled. He gave me a quick, chaste kiss before pulling away, grabbing be by the hand.. "C'mon now," Tom beckoned for me to follow.

And follow I did. I squeezed his hand back, smiling with such a broad smile that radiated nothing but pure happiness. I closed the distance between us, taking him by the arm, drawing him close to my side. I rested my head against his shoulder.

The two of us went back inside, shutting the balcony doors and curtains behind us.

And I can tell you this—I can tell you this story doesn't end how you think it does. It doesn't end with morning coffee and breakfast, and Tom leaving to never be heard again. Quiet the opposite, really. There is no happy ending—well, there is no ending actually.

Tom and I make coffee and cook breakfast together. We tell jokes—we sing, and dance in our undergarments. There's no morning sex that follows after.

But when he leaves, he calls me again. We text. And call. And our relationship continues to blossom into something…more.

Where does it go? I'm not sure. But I don't care. That's the fun part about life—not knowing, and just living.

Say you'll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe.

Red lips and rosy cheeks—say you'll me again, even if it's just in your wildest dreams.