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Limelight	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Hiddleston Views: 2499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: All events in this story are completely fictional, have never happened. We recieve no money from this story, and wrote it simply for the joy of writing it. Enjoy!

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                You and Ben play on the floor together. He loves his tummy time. Rolling side to side and kicking his legs. Three months old and doing things that a four month old and some even a five month old. You lay on your stomach, playing peekaboo with little tiger Ellen and Steve had brought with them.
                "How do we look, ladies?"
                You and Ellen look up at your men. Your body clenches when you see Tom in the 3 piece charcoal grey suit. He's left off the tie tonight. You lick your lips and catch Tom following the movement.
                "No tie?"
                He shrugs, a careless rise and fall of shoulders that is maddening. "I couldn't find one I liked."
                The doorbell rings. "That'll be Luke." Sure enough, Luke is in tow when Tom comes back into the room.
                Ellen stands and stretches. As she comes back straight, he wraps his arms around her.
                Tom bends down and kisses you then picks up Ben. He nuzzles noses with him until the baby cooes and kicks his legs. "You be good for mama." He sets the baby back on his belly on the blanket.
                "And you be good. Luke, don't let him get too crazy."
                "Benedict planned the party, not quite sure how crazy he'll be able to get." You shake your head. Despite common misconception, Tom and Ben could be a couple terrors together. You'd heard the stories and even been present for one.
                "Even more of a reason."
                Tom kisses you again then a second time. "I love you."
                "I love you. Have fun."
                The first part of the party was in full swing when the car arrived at the club. Nearly all of Tom's mates had turned out. He was handed a shot upon entering and they alcohol kept flowing. Tom grins as he sees a girl in a risque Victorian get up. Slowly, he realizes there are several and they're giving lap dances. A couple have actually removed the outfits and are wearing corsets or open cup bras and thongs.
                Benedict claps his shoulder. "Well, mate. This is a big night."
                "Strippers, Ben?"
                Benedict scoffs. "They call themselves entertainers."
                "Shelia will have kittens if she finds out."
                "They've strict instructions to avoid the groom, myself, Steve and any other married man. Upon termination and non-payment. That was Sophie's idea." A knot of worry he hadn't even realize had formed at the sight of the strippers loosens.
                Shot upon shot is given as the night wears on. He's positively floating when he drops down onto the couch. He closes his eyes and leans his head back. A familiar body weight settles upon his lap but he's too drunk to place. It's too light to be Shelia and she's been at the house with Ben and Ellen.
                The weight begins grinding and despite being faithful and committed, he is drunk and he is a man. His body responds in kind. He settles his hands on the weight's thighs.
                "That's a boy. I knew you still wanted me."
                He opens his eyes. "Jane, what are you doing here?"
                "Andy drunk dialed me."
                "Why are you here?" Her laugh is throaty and she leans in to kiss Tom's neck. He grunts lightly and brings his hands up to her shoulders. "Jane. Stop. Get off me." Her kisses continue and he pushes harder on on her shoulders.
              She leans up and huffs. "Oh Thomas, don't you want one more Harrah before you chain yourself to the drab little mess and pop a litter?" She grabs his crotch. And that brings him sober.

                Tom stands up abruptly and dumps her onto the table. "I said get off!" He's almost embarrassed by the reluctant erection in his slacks but he chooses to ignore it. The resounding crash gets attention from the surrounding men.
                Benedict and Luke hurry over. "I'm sorry, Tom. This is unacceptable- what, Jane?!"
                Andy pushes his way through. Hurt and anger on his face. Steve is confused but he gives Jane a hand up. "You need to leave. Right now." Andy grabs her elbow.
                "I'll escort her out, fellas. It's my fault she's here." They begin arguing lowly as he practically drags her out, their voices getting louder as they get closer to the door.
                Tom and Ben head to the bar. "Let's get you another drink, mate."
                You lay on your bed curled up with Ben beside you surrounded by a barrier of pillows to keep him safe and from the side edges. One arm under your head, your other hand laying beside him wanting to make certain he was safe and breathing well even though he hadn’t had any breathing problems since he was taken off the respirator. Rachel was asleep in the nursery as the two of you tended to argue over who did what when Tom wasn’t there. Something he was aware of that he knew he was going to have to hash out with you before going to the states for Hank Williams but he was leaving it lie for now.

                Suddenly your phone starts to ring and you open your eyes seeing Ben sleeping next to you peacefully before rolling on your back and picking up your phone off the nightstand. “Hello?” You say stretching your back slightly.

                “Hello sweetheart.” You heard Tom’s voice say into the phone. Your eyes open hearing the weird way he was talking and severely slurring his words.

                “Tom?” You say leaning up on your elbow looking at the clock. “It’s after midnight.” It wasn’t that you expected him home any time soon. You’d stayed out all night and halfway through the morning and he didn’t complain a bit, you weren’t about to either. You just hear him breathing on the phone, and what sounded like half laughter and half tears. “Tom?” You say again.

                “You know I love you don’t you? You know how much I love you, and that there is no one else for me in the world. Not ever. You’re the only one I want.” He says in a slightly weepy voice.

                You just stare for a moment before reaching up and rubbing your eyes, “Honey, did you actually just drunk dial me from your bacherlo. . . . your stag night?” You question.

                “I didn’t want you to forget how much I love you. Just you. Only you.” He said again.

                “I know baby, I haven’t forgotten.” You say laying back down. He’d never done this before, but from the sound of it, he’d never gotten this face down drunk before. “Is Luke or Benedict nearby?” You question.

                “They’re inside. I’m in the Hallway next to the Loo.” He admits.

                “Okay, well if you can walk that far may I speak to one of them?” You ask him softly.

                “Hold on.” He sniffles. You can hear the ruffling of the phone and Tom apologizing to someone, and then another someone, and then a ‘ehehehehe’ and more ruffling. There was the sound of the phone being dropped on the floor before being picked up and then finally a voice.

                “Hello?” You here Benedict's voice say.

                “You realize if he dies of alcohol poisoning I’m going to kick your ass through a brick wall, right.” You say seriously.

                “It’s alright Shelia, darling. We’re keeping an eye on him. You know how it is, everyone buys the groom drinks left and right, guests and strangers alike. Sophie said that’s what happened to you and your Hen Doo.” He said.

                “Yes, I almost vomited my guts out at one point and my alcohol tolerance isn’t what it used to be anymore. Tom can hold his liquor better than I can, yet he’s calling me half in tears wanting to know he loves me.” There’s a long pause on the phone, you can’t even here Ben breathing. You open your eyes leaning up slightly. “What happened.”

                “It really is nothing, we dealt with it love. Nothing to worry about.” He reassures you. You just wait expecting to hear the whole story before you let him hang up. He sighs, “We had an unexpected guest who made a complete idiot of herself and embarrassed Tom.” There’s another pause, “Jane.”

                “Oh was it.” This was fucking ridiculous. You’d just about had enough of this bitch butting into things between you and Tom, constantly trying to fuck him every chance she gets.

                “She was escorted of the premises immediately and thoroughly chastised for being so foolish.” He says reassuring you again. A long silence stretches out over the phone, “Shelia?”

                “I understand.” You say after a moment. “You make sure to keep Tom safe, Ben. I’m holding you too it. and feed him something for Christ's sake.”

                “I promise.” He says as you hang up the phone. Rolling towards your sleeping son, you place a gentle kiss on his forehead, “Mommy’s got to go out for a while.” You whisper kissing him once more. Then you get up from the bed and walk out knocking on the nursery door. “Rachel. Are you still awake?” There’s a moment and you can hear her getting up as you open the door and step in.

                “Yes Miss Garrison?”

                “I need you to watch Ben, I need to take care of a pest problem.” She nods instantly pulling on her robe and going to your room to bring Ben into the nursery and put him in his crib. You turn on the phone dialing, “I need a cab. Right now.”

                45 minutes later you’re outside Jane’s apartment and you’re banging your fist against the door. You wait a moment before hitting the door again. The lights go on inside and Andy is the one who answers. “Shelia? What is it? What’s wrong?”

                “Hello Andy, nice to see you, but I’m here to talk to your minx.” Before he can respond you push past him into the apartment. “JANE!” You roar, “JANE ARTHY! Get your skinny, slutty, SKANKY ASS OUT HERE!”
                You clench your fists at your sides in an effort not to slap her the moment she emerges, rubbing sleep from her eyes and smoothing sex hair. You dart at her with an open fist. Her head whips to the side with a startled gasp. Her cheek immediately starts to bruise and a trickle of blood seeps out of her nose. Andy quickly moves to the side of you, placing his arm in between you. "Listen, you little home wrecking whore. You stay away from Tom. Don't call, don't text, don't talk about him, don't even think about him. After what you pulled in Tahiti when myself and HIS CHILD were in the hospital-"
                "What happened in Tahiti?"
                You laugh darkly and take a step back. "He doesn't know." She clenches her jaw. "You need to leave."
                "Oh I'll leave. But I just have this to say. If I wasn't getting marry in 5 days, I'd be in jail and you'd be in hospital. You seem to forget. I'm -not- English. I don't have the bred propriety you all do. Come near my family again and I'll go Jack the Ripper on your whore ass."
                You take a deep breath and force yourself to take a step back. "I'm sorry, Andy." You force yourself to put one foot in front of the others, breathing in and out.
                You're pulling into the driveway as Luke is helping Tom out of the car. You look at the clock and its nearly 3.
                "Shelia? What are you doing?" You pay the driver then help Luke get Tom into the house.
                 "I went for a drive."
                "Shelia. It's nothing she didn't deserve. I just wish Andy would wise up and stop fucking around with her."
                Tom drops to the bed with an oaf. Luke takes your hands. "Don't let that elitist bitch ruin something good for you. And Tom."
                You shed your jacket and shoes then start on his loafers. "I only hit her once."
                "Fuck." He sighs. "Alright. We'll deal with it if anything comes of it. I'm going home. Stephen is waiting up."
                You hug him tightly. "Thanks for seeing my love home."
                "Night, Shelia." You see him out then return to Tom. He sits up.
                "Come to bed, Kitten." He begins unbuttoning his shirt. You smile as you cross the room to him.
                You kiss him and taste whiskey among other things. You slide your hands up his bare abdomen, sighing as the cut off his muscles, the only plus to High Rise. You push the shirt off then push him back down. He groans when your hands move to his belt. He lifts his hips off the bed, offering you his very apparent erection. You tug his pants off but don't climb into bed. "Go to sleep, Tom."
                "But Kitten, I want you." He tucks his forearm under his head then runs the other down his stomach. Your body clenches as you follow the path of that hand. He licks his lips as he watches you watch him. His hips lift off the bed when he grabs his member at the end of that path. You whimper and look away.
                "I'll be on the couch."
                "Kitten-"
                "We had an agreement. No sex until after the wedding. And your drunk. I love you. Go to sleep." You hear his frustrated sigh as you shut the door, echoing your own frustration.
                You roll over on the couch under the blanket smelling the wondrous smell of waffles, sausage and eggs. Throwing the cover back you get up scratching your head slightly going into the kitchen. You’d expected to find Rachel but instead you found Tom. Who had already gone for a run, showered, and dressed.

                “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” You said in disbelief.

                He smiles seeing you in the doorway. “Good morning darling.” You walk over to the counter just staring at him. “Something wrong love?”

                “How are you even awake? Much less . . . . able to move around, and cook? After my bachelorette party, it took me two days to get back on my feet.” You said looking him over for any sign of a hangover. If he had one, he was sure hiding it well.

                “I don’t really get hangovers, and even on the rare occasion when I do I bounce back quickly.” He says dishing up breakfast plates. One for him, one for you, and one for Rachel who was no doubt already up as well for Ben’s breakfast. He walks over and kisses your cheek putting a plate down in front of a seat, then one in front of the other pulling your chair out for you. You just stare at him your eyes narrowed. How could someone so skinny be so lucky? “The trick is to drink water or tea as soon as you take your last alcoholic drink for the evening. Then you keep drinking until you fall asleep.”

                “Really?” You say a little bit annoyed but take your seat. He grins taking your hand and kissing your knuckles, before sitting down beside you beginning to eat. You pick up your glass of juice taking a sip looking towards the nursery.

                “She’s up. She and Ben were up when I left for my run.” He said taking another bite of food. You sigh putting your glass of juice down. Every since Rachel was hired on it felt like you were competing with her every moment of every day, and you hated it. “Darling, it’s her job. It’s what we’re paying her to do. To look after Ben.” He reaches over and wraps his hand around yours holding it tight knowing this was bothering you. He didn’t know how to make you understand that this was a normal practice in England, meant to help you and make things easier for you.

                “Yeah well . . . might help if she wasn’t so pretty.” You mumbled under your breath.

                “Considering she was rather upfront and rather forth coming about being a lesbian, I dare say that she would most likely be delighted by your compliment.” He reminds you.

                You weren’t really thinking about Rachel at this point so much as Jane. Just one punch? She’d been asking for it since day one, who knew you had enough restraint in you not to knock every single one of her teeth out of her face. Her idiotic manipulative petty bullshit almost got you killed when she managed to bring your whereabouts to Tyler’s attention.

                “Hmm.” Tom says looking at you, “Luke left several messages on my phone this morning. It appears the firestorm he was anticipating from your midnight ‘surprise’ visit to Jane and Andy’s place, never materialized.” He picked up his juice taking a drink. “Apparently she’s wearing a good thick layer of makeup, large sunglasses, and her hair obscures most of her face. When she actually leaves the house.” You turned looking at the clock, what the hell was the time? “At least this is what Andy says.”

                You sigh, “So? Am I now going to be sued into the floor for assault and battery?”

                “No. Seems that she wants to keep this more under wraps then we do. She’s genuinely embarrassed, not that any of us ever thought that was possible. Jane would rather this didn’t get out because the events leading up to it would definitely come to light, and she wouldn’t come out of it looking too good by any stretch of the imagination.” You just stare at him as he continued to eat before looking up at you again. “No, I do not approve. Yes, I think she deserved it and was long overdue. No, I am not mad at you.” He nods towards your plate, “Eat darling, it’s getting cold and the girls will be by to pick you up before too long.” You give a nod and pick up your fork and knife beginning to eat. He smiles taking another drink from his glass. “I wish you weren’t leaving today. The wedding isn’t for three days and it’s bad enough I haven’t been allowed to touch you, now I won’t be able to see you either.” He says with a sad look.

                “Well, apparently the next three days I’m going to be groomed like a show pony. Chances are good you won’t even recognize me when I appear at the back of the church.” You warn.

                “What exactly are they going to do to you?” He questions.

                “I don’t know. I have 5 women collaborating on this and they’re having everything done down to the last detail.” You pause a moment your eyes going wide, “The very. Last. Detail.”

                Tom sees the look on your face, “What does that mean?”

                “It has to be purely for you because I know no one else is going to see it.” You say taking another bite of food.

                “Oh?” He says thinking about it for a moment before realizing what you mean, “Oh! . . . .Oh . . .” He clears his throat, “You don’t have to do that darling, not for me.” He says.

                “Might as well just go for it. Who knows, you might like it and prefer it from now on.” You reach for a piece of toast taking a bite. “What exactly is ‘vagizzle’?”

                “Okay, now you’re just taking the micky.” He says giving you a look as you smile at him taking another bite of toast. “Don’t even think about it dear, I’m putting my foot down and drawing the line right there.” He finishes his breakfast standing taking his plate, and then he leans down and whispered into your ear, “There’s only one hidden jewel under your skirt that interests me darling, and trust me when I advise that you should get as much rest as you can for when you’re Mrs. Hiddleston and I can go treasure hunting.” You giggle as he kisses his cheek carrying his plate to the sink.
                You see the time realizing you’d slept a bit late and quickly scarf down the eggs and sausage, downing the juice. Picking up your dishes you rush them over to the sink. “I have to jump through the shower and change, thank you for breakfast.” You kiss his lips and start to head out of the kitchen but he catches you by the wrist with a soapy hand pulling you back kissing you deeply. You grin against his lips kissing him back, then kissing him again, then kissing him once more. Before you realized what was happening, his arms were tight around you, and yours were wrapped around his neck, your bodies rubbing against each other against the sink. It had been almost a month since your little pact that seemed like a good idea at the time to wait until your wedding night to have sex again. After a few days you both realized what an incredibly stupid idea it was when you were living together under the safe roof, he wasn't away filming something and were in reach of each other. However, you were both determined to commit to it.

                When he lifted you from the floor, setting you on the counter your legs wrapped around his waist pulling his body tight against yours. He hadn’t shaved today and his scruff made every inch of your skin tingle. His hands slid down your back into your lounge pants clasping your buttocks tight. Suddenly you were both snapped back into life when you heard Ben giggle and squeak.

                You looked over seeing Rachel had come in with Ben who was dressed for the day and she kept from looking directly at you. A small smile on her lips having caught the two of you practically dry humping each other in the kitchen. Instantly you hopped down from the counter straightening your shirt as Tom steps back and clears his throat slightly. “Uh, anyway . . . shower.” You say.

                “Good idea. I’ll um . . . .I’ll call Emma to see if they’ve left yet.” He says. You nod, both a bit embarrassed, incredibly turned on, and now 10x more frustrated than before. Instantly you turn away retreating in different directions.

                Rachel couldn’t keep from laughing as she looked at Ben with a smile, “You are going to have SO many little brothers and sisters.” She says picking up her plate and walking to the table to eat her breakfast.
                Tom sits in the chair, staring into the fire. His chin rests on his hand. Your wedding is tomorrow but he misses you so much, he can't stand it.
                Rachel steps in front of him. "Mr. Hiddleston?"
                He startles. "Oh I'm sorry."
                "Are you alright?"
                "I'm fine, Rachel." He sighs. "I just miss Shelia. The house feels so empty without her.
                "Well, if it's any consolation, sir, she's just as miserable. I thought she was going to cry when Ben and I left today." He closes his fist.
                "Rachel, I'm going out."
                "Yes, sir."
                Tom clenches and releases his fists as he rides up the elevator. The hotel is quiet at the late hour. He knew Ellen was with Steve tonight, which meant you were alone in your room. The elevator doors open at the same time your text alert goes off. He opens it. 'I miss you so much. I can't wait for tomorrow.' He sends a short reply. 'I miss you terribly, Kitten.'
                He knocks on the door. "Who the fuck is knocking at this late hour?" You open the door.
                Before you can react, his mouth is on yours and his are around your waist. Your body responds in kind. He kicks the door shut and picks you up, carrying you to the bed.
                "Tom. The agreement."
                "Oh bullocks. I have no problem wanting you." He sheds his jacket. "Clothes off. Now."
                He pulls his shirt off and sheds his pants and boxers. You sit there with your arms crossed over your chest. Your lips part, face flushed but you make no move to take off your night shirt.
                "Tom. We're getting married tomorrow." Your voice is soft and breathless. "What's one more day?" He crawls onto the bed and you scoot back. He grabs your ankle and pulls you to him.
                "I'll want you just as much tomorrow as I do today." He kisses you, pouring every ounce of love and passion into your mouth. You whimper and yield to him, your body arches off the bed.
                His fingers glide up your thigh and slip between your panties and your skin. "Oh my lovely girl, so wet for me."
                He crooks his hand and slips two fingers inside you. Gasping, you bite his ear. He groans at the bite and the way your body clenches around his fingers.
                "Are you fond of these knickers?"
                "No particularly."
                "Fantastic." His hand closes on the crotch of the panties and he pulls, hard. The fabric pinches your hips then rips. His eyes haven't left your face as his hand works between the two of you. He places the head of his achingly hard cock at your entrance. "I love you."
                "I lo-" He thrusts forward, not quite filling you all the way. "Oh fuck."
                "That's a girl." He pulls back then thrusts forward, filling you this time. He gives you a moment to adjust, murmuring against your lips. "So tight."
                As he begins to thrust, you both know it won't be long. You wrap your legs around his waist and your hands behind his neck. He feasts at your mouth, teeth and tongue wrestling with yours. Your moans get louder as you get closer.
                "Cum with me, Shelia. I won't last long." He grabs your thigh and pulls it up to your chest, going so deep it almost hurts. His breath comes ragged. "Shelia." He sets his teeth to your neck and that's all you need.
                "Oh Jesus fuck!" Your body clamps down, your release exploding through you. Tom grunts and thrusts a few more times. He collapses on top of you then rolls to the side.
                You don't have time to catch your breath before there's rapid knocking at your door. "Shit. That'll be my mom." Tom pulls the blankets over himself.
                "Shelia. What's going on? I heard- I won't tell you what I heard." She storms into the room as soon as you open the door.
                "Mom. I'm fine." Tom half waves from the bed. Your mom turns and takes in your just fucked hair and your flushed face.
                "I can see that." Your mom's face colors and she walks back to the door. "Don't stay up too late. You both have a big day tomorrow." She kisses your cheek. "Night, Shelia"
                "Night mom."
                "Night, Tom."
                "Night, mother." She tries to hide her smile by closing the door. You turn to him and fluff your messy hair. "Take that blasted shirt off and come here."
                "She's right, you know."
                "Yes but-" He glances at the clock. "We've got time for another go." You stand at the side of the bed. He sits up and watches you pull the shirt above your head. His mouth covers your nipple. Your head drops back as you reach for his hair. He pulls you onto the bed and rolls you onto your back with a shout and a giggle.
                You and Tom were curled up tight in each other’s arms having fallen asleep rather quickly after the desperate groping feverish romp. The preparations for the wedding had been going on for ages and neither of you had been sleeping very well apart.

                Suddenly both of you were ripped awake by the feel of being drenched in ice cold water. Both of you bail out of bed on opposite sides with a shout of protest and shock. You look up to see Ellen was your assailant. “Ellen! What the fuck!” You shout.

                “Honestly you two. One more day ONE more day is all you had to go!” She says holding up Tom’s clothes indicating he should go now.

                “Jesus, Ellen! You aren’t my mom you know!” You say running your fingers over your face.

                “No, I’m your Matron of Honor. Do you remember your going on and on about how important the wedding night was for you? That’s why you two were waiting?” She holds up Tom’s clothes again tossing them to him.

                He catches them, “Look here, we’re both adults Ellen and I . . . .” Suddenly his words were cut short when she holds up another pitcher of ice cold water. It had been sitting a little while indicated by the condensation on it. “Alright!” He holds up his hand, “Alright! I’m going!” He quickly pulls on his clothes.

                “It’s after Midnight and your groomsmen are waiting at your house! Your Best Man called me telling me they were concerned you weren’t back yet after you told the nanny you were going out and no one knew where you were!” She says. Deciding he wasn’t leaving fast enough she starts walking towards him, “5, 4, 3, 2 . . . .” Tom trips pulling on his shirt and picking up his shoes.

                “ALRIGHT! Alright! You insane cow!” He grabs his jacket stumbling out the door. Ellen closes the door turning and looking at you holding the pitcher of water as you glare at each other.

                “Ellen . . . you just made the nicest guy in the world, my fiancé . . . TOM HIDDLESTON . . . call you a cow!” You exclaim. She puts her hand on her hip staring at you before she throws the second pitcher of ice water drenching you from head to toe. “JESUS CHRIST!!!”

                She drops the pitcher on the floor, “Will that do you? Do you think you can wait until tomorrow night now or should I get a hose?” She demands her hands on her hips. Shivering with the cold she shakes her head pulling a towel from the bathroom and walking over wrapping it around you. “Don’t act like I’m being unreasonable, you missed him and it was driving you crazy but you are the one who told me that it was going to make your wedding night special. A little self control would be nice?”

                You sigh as she rubs your shoulders through the towel. “Like we’ve ever had any self control where the other is concerned. What is Ben doing at our house?” You question.

                “Tradition over here I guess. The groomsmen spend the night with the groom. Probably drinking themselves stupid until I call over there in the morning and wake them up.” She explains. “He knew they were coming, I can’t believe he drove all the way over here.”

                “Once again, I’m surprised we made it a month.” You close your eyes shaking your head actually feeling a little ashamed. She kisses your cheek and hands you another nightshirt that didn’t get wet.
                “Housekeeping is on its way up with some dry bedding, and you, young lady, get to sleep. We’ve got to get up in a couple of hours so we can take you to get your hair done.” She hugs you and you hug her back. “And for future reference, even though I can’t imagine your wedding happening again, learn what phone sex is, will you?” You both crack up and she hugs you again drying your hair.

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                When you arrive at the church, your hair is done beautifully, you have enough makeup on to probably have lasted the entire cast of Coriolanus through the entire run, and yet you’re wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. You yawn a bit and Ellen is mainlining cappuccino with espresso to you through a straw.

                Your bridesmaids, Tom’s mom and your mom are all working on you getting you into the proper undergarments which you don’t remember being so damn tight. Probably because you didn’t have so many people pulling the ties on the corset every 5 minutes. “Okay, Okay! Tight enough!” You finally say, “I can’t sit down, can’t draw a full breath, and I can’t feel my feet! Tight enough! . . . . you bunch of sadists.” They all laugh and giggle before the dress comes out. You take what breath you can seeing that there were even more ties that could be tightened on the dress itself. “Oh boy.”

                On another room, Tom’s groomsmen are helping him get ready checking on things about the ceremony and the church. Benedict comes in carrying the box with the boutonnieres for the groomsmen taking out Tom’s to put it on his Tux. “Did you see her? Is she here?” He asks anxiously.

                Benedict just gives him a look, “No Tom, Ellen says she booked a flight shortly after you left the hotel last night and bolted back to the United States to go into the witness protection program.” He says reaching out and pinning the flower in place, “Come on now old man, I’m pretty certain you would have been notified before now if she’d changed her mind.”

                “I saw the press outside. I didn’t want her to take one look at that, realize that’s what the rest of our lives are going to be like, and then decide I’m not worth it.” He says fixing his cufflinks. Giving him another look, Benedict punches him in the arm causing Tom to wince and wrap his arm around what was no doubt going to be a bruise. Tom just gives him a look of surprise and disbelief.

                “I think Jane did you the favor of getting the worst of the dark side of social media and fandom’s cleared up months ago. The worst is behind you in that arena I suggest you take it as a blessing and stop being a dumb ass.” He says with a slight smile. Tom shakes his head and then laughs realizing he was right. A knock comes to the door before Benedict goes and answers it. “Everyone decent?” He asks before stepping back and letting Rachel in whose dressed and ready carrying Ben who was decked out in his little outfit that did, indeed match daddies.

                Tom grins walking over picking up his son holding him close, “Well you certainly are going to steal the show as the most handsome one here. Aren’t you.” He says kissing his cheek. “Has Shelia seen him yet?” He questions Rachel.

                “Not yet. She looks beautiful though Mr. Hiddleston. They’re pretty sure they’ll have her smiling before she enters the church.” She reassures him.

                “Huh? Why isn’t she smiling?” He questions.

                “Lack of air.” She says simply before stepping forward gently taking Ben back into her arms.

                “What? Don’t tell me the dress doesn’t fit, she hasn’t eaten hardly anything since she bought it.” He says with a frown still not having been permitted to see it yet.

                “Oh no, it fits. But the whole thing is adjustable. Everyone has had a go at tightening it.” She explains. Now he was getting the picture and he half laughed. “Miss Ellen wanted me to ask you if everything was alright or if . . .” She paused not understanding the next bit of the message, “If . . .you needed her to bring you some . . . ice water?”

                Tom gives Rachel a look, “You can tell that old co . . . .” He pauses clearing his throat before smiling, “No, I’m quite alright, thank you.” He kisses Ben’s head, “Go show mummy how handsome our little man is.” She smiles before leaving them to finish getting ready. Tom looks over to see Benedict trying to cover a grin having heard and understood the message that was sent finding the whole thing hilarious. “Oh, I’ll get her back. You can count on it.”
                You stand at the back of the church, breathing deeply. Norah Jones 'Come away with me' filters through the doors. You watch your mother and Tom's walk down they aisle. Then Emma and Andy. No sign of Jane and thank fuck for that. Luke and Stephen were next then finally Ellen and Ben. You kiss your handsome little man then hand him off to Tom's dad, acting as your ring bearer. You see Tom take Ben from his dad. Reality weighs on your chest as you wait for the song to end, the flower girls spilling petals in clumps. Rodney starts the wedding march. He'd been a pleasant surprise and playing it had been a heart touching gift. You take one final breath then start down the aisle. Your mom is already in tears and Tom looks at your like there's no one else in the room. You know that you were stupid and that there was no mistaking this was what and where both of you wanted to be.
                You stare at Tom through your veil as you approach him, clutching your bouquet tight in your hands. You smile when the long walk finally comes to an end as Ellen takes the large bouquet of flowers from you and you turn to face Tom, who lifts your veil as a grin sweeps his face seeing how beautiful you were. He pushed it back over your head as Ellen reaches out and straightens it before he takes your hand and you walk up to the minister.

                As he begins the ceremony both you and Tom were trying to pay attention but he couldn’t ignore how absolutely beautiful you were, and you couldn’t stop admiring how handsome he was. Each time you caught each other’s eyes you giggled a little looking up at the minister again. You recited your vows perfectly, the minister didn’t have to say the words for you to repeat. You knew Tom was going to be ‘off book’ and you weren’t about to disappoint him. Tom then recited his vows before the rings came. You put his on his finger first, and then he gently slides yours into place before quickly kissing your hand and smiling up at you holding your hands tight in his once more. Now you were just starring into each other’s eyes as the entire world fell away. It was just you and him. No one else in the world, nothing else in the world.

                Finally the ceremony ended and the words “You may now kiss the bride.” Tom reaches up gently cupping your face in his hands before placing a deep tender kiss on your lips. You anxiously return it as the kiss deepens a little more. Neither of you were planning on tongue but it certainly was prevalent. The kiss lasted a little longer then perhaps proper for a church and Ellen stepped closer and cleared her throat.

                The kiss broke as you looked into each other’s eyes not being able to stifle the giggle. At once everyone clapped and cheered standing from their seats. “It is my honor to be the first to introduce, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Hiddleston.” Both of you practically beaming, he wraps your arm around his as you turn to face the crowd. They clap and cheer louder as Ellen hands your bouquet back to you and you start back up the aisle.

                The music begins playing again as the two of you run into the foyer, wrapping your arms around each other, kissing much deeper and more passionately then you had a few minutes ago. Completely excited and full of energy. You look into one another’s eyes, “Congratulations, Mr. Hiddleston.” You say with a grin.

                ‘ehehehehe’ “And congratulations to you, Mrs. Hiddleston.” You both laugh before kissing again.

                “Okay, Okay I gotta go change!” You say kissing him once more starting to pull away before he pulls you back into another kiss. You laugh a little, “Honey, I gotta go change out of this thing and into my reception dress.” You repeat. He starts to let you go but you pull him against you kissing him once more.

                You grin against each other’s lips, “Need help getting out of this rig??” He whispers. Your eyes sparkle as you both look around before you grab one another’s hands and race into the changing room.
                No sooner had you shut the door to the changing room, someone knocked.
                "Open the door, you two. The photographer is demanding you."
                "Fuck." You both say in unison.
                The two of you smile and simmer in sexual frustration through pictures. But before you can get a moment in the changing room, you're whisked away to the reception. Tom rests his forehead on yours during your first dance.
                "That lovely dress is going to bed to be tailored after tonight."
                "Why's that, love?"
                "Because by the time I get to make love to wife, I'm gonna rip the fucking thing off."
                "Oh." You flush and giggle. His lips brush your ear. "I love you. So much."
                You lean into him. "I love you."
                When you were finally able to change your dress, you couldn't get his attention.
                The driver pulls up to the hotel. You both exit the car with the help of the valet. You hurry to keep pace with Tom's long legs. His firm hand at the small of your back spurrs you on. He practically sat on his hands the whole drive.
                A couple people congratulate you, recognizing you from Tom's fame and the wedding announcement. Tom's hand doesn't leave your back as you wait for the elevator. You're both tired from the long day but you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.
                The elevator doors open. You two step inside but as a third person tries up step on, Tom prevents them. "A little privacy, mate?"
                "Oh of course." The doors close. Tom catches you by surprise and pushes you against the wall, his body pressing deliciously into you.
                "You're going to take off that dress and lay on the bed while I pour us some champagne." His fingers twist the loose hair about your face. "Are you wearing knickers?"
                "Yes, Tom. I wasn't going to be at church in front of God and country and flash my business at everyone."
                "Take those off too. But leave the corset."
                "You're being awfully dominant."
                "Are you complaining?" He grips your carefully styled hair at the base of your neck.
                "No." Your voice is breathy. The elevator doors open and he let's you off the wall. You hurry to the room. It felt like a dream.
                Less than a year ago, you applied for the position at the Donmar. You hadn't even known who he was. But standing in the room watching your new husband, the love of your life, pour champagne into a glass, you realize that you were lost from the moment you saw him. You reach up and unzip the dress, letting it fall in a pool of white satin and linen. You skim the panties down your legs and step out of the dress and heels.
                Tom loosens his tie and begins to unbutton the dress shirt. You cross the room to him, pushing the tuxedo jacket off his shoulders.
                "I love you, Mr. Hiddleston." And I'm so very glad you didn't give up on me, you finish in your head.
                "And I love you, Mrs. Hiddleston." You use his loose tie to pull him into a kiss. He pulls his shirt out of his pants. Still using the tie, you pull him with you toward the bed.
                Looking up at him as he undresses for you, this is where you want to be. You aren't sure what the future holds, how far Tom's career will take him, but you know you want to be with him. No matter the challenge. Here's to getting used to the limelight.

~The End~
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