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Limelight	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Hiddleston Views: 2495 -:- 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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                When Tom pulls up at the restaurant you turn towards the window starring at it. Tom notices your reaction, “Is something wrong?”
                “You said we were going out for Thai food?” You say.
                “Yeah, that’s what they serve here.” You turn back looking at him.
                “Thai food doesn’t have valet parking. It has chopsticks and cheap cardboard Chinese food boxes.” You reply.
                Tom arches a brow looking at you, “Where on earth have you been getting Thai food from?”
                The valet comes up to your door and opens it for you and you look at Tom a bit unsure about this, before taking the Valet’s hand and stepping out as Tom gets out from his side handing the keys over. Walking around the car he can see how nervous you were and smiles taking your hand, “I come here often. It’s really good, I promise.”
                “Okay.” You say taking a breath before heading inside with him. God you could only hope you were dressed right for this.
                Going inside Tom gave the name he made your reservation under and a waiter began to show you to your table. “Tom?” Hearing his name Tom stops and turns as a smile sweeps his face.
                “Ben! How are you man!” He shakes his hand and they exchange greetings as you just stare at them a little wide eyed. After a moment Tom turns taking your hand pulling you closer, “This is Sheila we work together at the Donmar. Shelia this is . . . .”
                “Benedict Cumberbatch.” You say staring at him wide eyed. The two men looked at each other and chuckled slightly before Benedict reaches out and takes your hand.
                “Very nice to meet you Shelia you look positively lovely.” He says kissing your hand. Good Lord, all these British men were so incredibly charming. “I’ve got to get going, but give me a call?” Benedict says shaking his hand again.
                Tom nods as Benedict turns and walks away before taking your hand again following after the waiter again. “You didn’t have stars in your eyes like that when we were introduced.” He says into your ear teasingly.
                “Yeah, you weren’t Sherlock Holmes.” You reply causing him to chuckle.
                Once at your table the waiter helps you with your chair as Tom sits in the opposite one. Once you order it falls quiet a second and you find the silence growing awkward. He was looking at you but you were trying to avoid making eye contact with him for some reason twisting your napkin in your lap. “To posh?” He questions.
                “Hmm?” You say finally looking at him.
                “You seem incredibly uncomfortable.” He admits.
                “Little bit.” You admit. “I’m fine, just . . . . haven’t gone out much since coming over from the States. That’s all.” Actually, you couldn’t remember the last time you tried to cook at home, it was just easier to grab something or go to a pub or café. Was faster and you didn’t have to clean up anything. Fancy restaurants however, were a bit out of your price range and league. You take a sip of your water putting the glass down. But before you can draw your hand back into your lap Tom catches it, covering it with his against the table, leaning forward across the table looking at you.
                “Relax.” He says with a smile gently stroking your wrist in small circles with his fingertips. “Do you have your knife in your pocket?” He questions.
                “What? No.” You say looking at him. He just smiles a bit more looking into your eyes. You sigh looking down, “Yes.”
                “Then what are you so afraid of?” He questioned.
                “Tom, I’m not afraid of you. Honestly, I’m totally not afraid of you even a little bit.” You say not understanding why he continually thought that. “Everyone else on the other hand? Specifically my boss? Absolutely terrified.”
                He gives a nod, “She really rake you over a coals did she?”
                “Apparently my work ethic and ‘talent’ are the only reason I still have a job. Otherwise they would have just taken the precaution.” Maybe it didn’t sound fair, but you were fully aware you were the low man on the totem pole.”
                “Possibly also the fact that I would walk if you were fired over something as trivial as that might have helped.” He said seriously.
                You give him a look, “You so wouldn’t.”
                “What makes you think not?” He questions.
                “Because your work ethic is just a staunch and ridged as mine, and that entire production hinges on you. Costume department stage hand in replaceable, the lead playing the title role . . . not so much.” You explain. Tom quiets looking down a moment and you smile knowing you just called his bluff. “And I wouldn’t want you to do that because of me, it would just make me feel worse.” Just then they bring you your drinks and set yours down before you as they set Tom’s in front of him. You pick it up taking a sip and grin, “Definitely not rut gut tonight.”
                “I won’t let them fire you.” Tom says seriously. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”
                You give a nod, “Yet.”
                He half smiles, “Really? What is it exactly you have planned dear?” You just grin taking another sip of your drink starring at him across the table. His fingertips pet your palm. "So tell me, Shelia, why'd you choose theater?"
                "Tom, please stop calling me that. I hate my name. Call me Shel or something else."
                "Hmmmm. How about kitten?" His voice takes on that passion he uses on stage and that dark growl that made the fangirls swoon for Loki. Your lower body clenches, causing you to press your thighs together. You let a slow breath out. His gaze is a heavy weight on you. You take a large sip of the rum and coke, rolling your tongue over your bottom lip.
                "Kitten would do." You meet his eyes directly, curling your fingers into his palm. "Only if you can make me purr."
                The waiter chose that moment to bring the food. You didn't realize how hungry you were until the smells hit you. Of course you were starving, you skipped lunch.
                "I'm actually surprised you chose red curry."
                "Oh, I love red curry!" You take a spoonful and savor the sweet taste of coconut milk and peppers and red curry. You close your eyes in pure pleasure. When you open them, Tom's looking at you with an odd smile. "The first time I had curry I didn't know which to choose. I didn't like the vegetables in the yellow curry and the green curry looked like vomit. So I chose the red." You take a piece of the crispy fried beef. "I get the Thai beef jerky. And I dip it in." You scoop some of the thick liquid onto the meat then lay it on your tongue before drawing it into your mouth. Tom's fork has stopped half way to his mouth. He watches you lay the piece of meat on your tongue. Swallowing, he closes his mouth which had begun to gap, completely not expecting your action.
                "Looks. . . delicious."
                You dip another piece of meat into the curry, holding it over the bowl. "Want a piece?"
                He doesn't quite trust his voice so he nods and leans forward, opening his mouth. You lay it on his tongue.
                Once again, the waiter chooses that moment to come to the table. "Would you like another drink?"
                "Yes but not another rum. Do you have Thai tea?"
                He smiles. "Of course."
                Your smile is radiant. "Bring two, please. I haven't had it since I've been in London."
                Tom nods. "Make it three. Anything that can make her smile like that I need to try." His answering smile makes the bottom drop out of your stomach. No one wonder thousands of women loved him without knowing him. "Now. Back to my question, kitten."
                You cross your legs under the table, brushing your foot along his calf.
                “I don’t know, why did you choose theater?” You ask taking another bite of dinner.
                “Ha. I get the feeling that you may be a dedicated Hiddlestoner and therefore already know the answer to that.” He says taking a sip of his drink.
                You stare at him blankly, “What’s a ‘Hiddlestoner’?” He looks up at you a moment before half smiling a bit embarrassed himself putting his glass down.
                “You are doing wonders for my humility dear.” You smile mischievously wrinkling your nose at him slightly knowing full well what his fanbase was called.
                “Of course I did my research on you. God knows there was plenty considering Marvel sort of pimped you out in every direction to promote Avengers and the Dark World.” Your eyes go wide looking up at him, “Not pimped . . . I mean . . . they just had you do a lot of stuff. Go a lot of places.” Oh for crying out loud. You pick up your glass taking a deep drink.
                “Well it is true, the press tour through Asia left me sleeping in the car, on the plane, or on my feet.” He confesses.
                “Ah. Also I would like to take this opportunity to apologize on behalf of my countrymen. The two that specifically come to mind are the boys with the Prank interview, and Chelsey Handler.” You remembered cringing seeing the videos, your eyes wide, your hand over your mouth in horror that it was AMERICANS being so completely classless. “If no one else has apologized to you, please let me do it.”
                Tom laughs, “It was fun.” He says reassuring you.
                “Still. Really bums me out that American’s tend to drop the ball when entertaining those from other countries. Can’t imagine why the rest of the world thinks we totally suck. Do we even want to bring up the President giving an IPod to the Queen?” You roll your eyes having seen that news story the epic face palm that followed.
                “Interesting. You’re an American but you were embarrassed by what your president gave the queen?” He questioned.
                “I kinda figured that when we broke from England well over 200 years ago we could bury the hatchet and stop acting like petty little children. Silly me.” You wrinkle your nose slightly, “Anyway, let’s get onto something else so I can stop bashing my own country. I’m in love with yours, obviously otherwise I wouldn’t be here, but I’m still a red blooded, meat eating, flag waving American so ya know.” He chuckles. “To answer your question, Shakespeare.”
                “Shakespeare?” He questions.
                “That’s the reason I got into theater. I learned to read very quickly very young and I was a nerd. I can’t remember where or when exactly I started reading his plays and sonnets, but I was the weirdo in the back reading thee’s and thou art’s, while the rest of the class was still trying to sound out words learning how to read.” You explain.
                “Really? What’s your favorite play?” He questions.
                You smile, “The same one all little kids go in for, Romeo and Juliet. Later it was the Taming of the Shrew. Now . . . .it’s Coriolanus, of course.”
                “Where you in any of them?”

                “Yes. And I was absolute crap.” You laugh. “I could read it great, recite it in front of people, not so much. I was better with costumes, and make-up, and feeding lines and giving cues. Just way better back stage then being on stage. I would prefer making you look good and getting you on your marks and to your cues on time much more then getting out in front of a few hundred people starring and looking at me.”
                “I can tell you that you are very good at your job, kitten.” You grin when he says that as it did sort of feel silly when it hit your ear.
                Finishing dinner, Tom pays the check as the two of you head out and a valet runs to get his Jaguar. “You okay to drive?” You ask.
                “Yes, why wouldn’t I be?” Tom asks curiously.
                “No reason.” Because he was two drinks ahead of you would be the simplest answer. “Just want to make sure you stay that way because I don’t have a UK driver’s license, and I wouldn’t know how to drive that thing anyway.” You say motioning to his car as it pulls up. He chuckles and opens your door when the car stops helping you in, before walking around to his side tipping the valet and getting in then taking off to the next stop for the evening.
                He pulls into a car park. "Do you watch American football?"
                You shake your head. "I only watch the Super Bowl for the commercials."
                "Excellent! Can I tell you a secret?" You turn to face him.
                "Of course."
                "I'm in one. For Jaguar." He leans in. "I play a villain."
                "Oh excellent." He traces the side of his finger along your chin and jaw. You draw a deep breath. "We should really get out of the car or we'll be making out like a couple teenagers."
                He looks at your lips. "Would that necessarily be a bad thing?"
                You look down at his lips. " No. . ." He holds your chin and kisses you deeply and thoroughly. When he pulls away, he licks his lips.
                "I could become addicted to the sweetness of your lips." You blindly reach behind you and open the door.
                "I think we should go whenever it is we're going or we won't be going."
                He kisses you softly then slides out of the car. He opens your door the rest of the way and takes your hand. He doesn't release your hand as he leads you out of the car park and to a darkened door. He knocks and it opens from the inside. He nods to the bouncer. Thumping bass trembles the walls.
                "You said you wanted to dance." He leads you onto the floor, pulling your body against his. You move with the music. The dancing doing nothing to help your sexual tension.
                He hands hold your hips. Fingers pressing in slightly. He leans in and nuzzles your ear.
                "I love the way your body moves. You should have more confidence."
                You lean your head back against his shoulder. "I do. Just not alot."
                He kisses your neck and you both lose yourself to the music for a few hours.
                After a while feeling hot and thirsty the two of you take a break finding a table. He orders you drinks while you make your way to the ladies room. Coming out you start to head back bumping into someone. “Oh excuse me . . . . . . Stephen?”
                “Shelia! Hey!” The two of you hug looking at each other. “What are you doing here?” Stephen was another one of the backstage people in the Donmar working on the production. He was a background character, one of the ones used to ‘decorate’ and clean the stage throughout each production.
                “I’m . . . I’m uh . . .” You weren’t sure how to answer that. “Dancing.”
                “Really? Me too. My date brought me here. Weird, I really didn’t imagine this was his kind of place and we’ve been going together since like . . . November.” He wraps his arm around yours heading back out. You find yourself extremely uncomfortable considering the fact you were out on a date with the lead of the play. Sort of taking exactly what you didn’t want involved in work right into the middle of it. “I hardly get to see you very much anymore woman since the production started. How is that handsome Tom? Haven’t seen him miss a cue or stumble on stage naked yet, is he a relentless bore to work with?”
                “No, no not at all. He’s wonderful.” You pull Stephen to a stop not certain if it was a good idea to tell him who you were out with. “Stephen, I don’t know what . . . . how to . . .” Just then Mark Gatiss came walking around to the two of you.
                “I was wondering where you’d run off to.” Mark said standing next to Stephen. Then Tom appeared as it seemed they had already met each other while you and Stephen were away. Tom wraps his arm around you as you stare between Stephen and Mark. “Shelia, isn’t it?” Mark says offering you his hand. You nod taking it. “You are doing a wonderful job backstage, dear. I’m quite impressed.”
                “Thank you.” You say a little dumbstruck.
                “We have to get going, but we’ll see you at the theater Thursday?” Mark said.
                “Of course.” Tom and Mark shake hands and Stephen winks at you before leaving with Mark. You just stand there your jaw on the ground. “Something wrong?” Tom asks seeing the stunned look on your face.
                “Oh come on.” You look at him, “How come no one has noticed that one and I get threatened with being bounced down the theater failure black hole if I look wrong?” You sigh shaking your head. He grins and kisses your shoulder before taking you back to the table where your drinks were waiting.
                When you leave the dance club, rain has started pouring down so hard you could barely see out the window. He pulls up in front of your gate as you stare out the windshield. “Where on earth did this come from? They didn’t say there was chance of rain tonight?” You say in disbelief.
                “Welcome to London darling.” He said with a smile. “Shall we wait for a bit or make a run for the door?”
                “I say we make a run for the door and hope for the best.” You say reaching for your coat and pulling it over your head then at once bail out of the car heading for the gate. If you had waited another moment it might have given Tom a chance to find his umbrella, but instead he quickly gets out of his side of the car following after you as you both race through the gate and up to your porch.
                You fumble for your key. "Kitten?" His presence is a comfortable warmth at your back. He rests his hands on your shoulders. "I hope knowing about Mark and Stephen eases some of your worry." He prompts you to turn.
                You have trouble meeting his eyes. "A little."
                One of his long fingers curls under your chin and lifts it up so that you meet his eyes. He steps into you, pressing your back to the door. He holds your chin while he takes your lips, drawing you deep into the kiss. His other hand rests on your waist. After kissing you soundly, he takes your hand. "I'll call you tomorrow. Good night, my darling." You watch, still attempting to regain your breath from the stellar kiss, as he hurries back to the car. You reach behind you and open the door. He beeps the horn once. You wave as he pulls away.
                Closing the door behind you, you lean against it. How could you be so lucky? Tom was perfect. Intelligent, fun, funny, talented, handsome, sexy and he could kiss like no one's business.
                What would Ellen say when she met him? He wasn't like anyone you'd dated in the past nor any leading man you'd worked with.
                You quickly changed your clothes, thinking to yourself. Being in London was amazing but you missed your friends and your mom. Your dad, not so much. You couldn't wait to pick Ellen up from the airport tomorrow afternoon.
                The warmth of the covers lulled you. Your phone vibrates. 'Good night, Kitten. Dream of me, darling?'
                You smile to yourself. 'Good night, Tom.' The warmth lulls you to sleep. Your dreams are filled with Tom, like they had been for awhile.
                The next morning, your eyes open slowly hearing the annoying sound of a ring tone playing on your phone. Recognizing the song you instantly turn over grabbing it off your charger, “Yes, hello?” After a moment your eyes go wide and you sit up straight in bed. “What?”
                A short while later you’re standing in your workspace at the Donmar your hand over your eyes in utter shock and horror. “You have GOT to be fucking KIDDING ME!” You hear yourself exclaim as you stand with the stage manager, the director and several policemen.
                “Shelia, calm down.” The stage manger tells you causing you to look at her wide eyed. The director goes outside with the police offers as you walk over to what’s left of Tom’s costumes. “What can you salvage?”
                “We’re going to have to replace them all.” You say shaking your head, “Otherwise they aren’t going to match and no one is going to buy they’re the same pair.”
                “How much is missing?” She questions.
                “Two pairs of jeans, three shirts, and the gowns. Both fucking linen gowns that we had to fit and sew for him are missing.” You shake your head, “Were any other of the rooms ransacked and pillaged?”
                “Not like this. It was more like they were looking specifically for his costumes and then finally found them. Hence the reason the most damage was here.” You roll your eyes in disbelief. Of course it had to be your work space. “Well, take whoever you think can help you and get what you need to fix this. Replace everything if you have to, but get on it.”
                “I have to be at the airport in 3 hours to pick up a friend of mine that is coming over from the states specifically to come see me.” You say staring at her wide eyed. “This is going to have me busting my ass to get everything done and back in order before we open again on Thursday.”
                “I’m sorry Sheila. But this is your responsibility, you have to get it done this is your job.” The stage manager said seriously. “If we have to, we’ll send someone to the airport to pick up your friend. But right now, you need to get to work.” You sigh giving a nod and looking around as the stage manager left. What a nightmare.
                A few hours later you’re sitting at the sewing machine in the back room making alterations as needed to the new shirts and jeans that were purchased and still had a linen gown that you had gotten the material for but still hadn’t had a chance to start on yet. When it was time to go meet Ellen at the airport you started to head out to go get her. However you were stopped at the door and sent back to work and instead someone else was sent to pick her up.
                Honestly you had gone through every curse word you knew under your breath 20x and even came up with some new variations. Out of all the costumes and other things that could have been stolen, they had to come after your wardrobe that you’re responsible for. If there was a prize for having the worst luck in the world, it would be yours hands down.
                “Kitten?” You turn seeing you were no longer alone.
                “Oh good, you’re here.” Instantly you stand picking up your measuring tape motioning for him to come over to you.
                “Are you alright? They told me what happened.” He says concerned.
                “Really couldn’t be further from alright.” You admit with a sigh motioning for him to take off his coat. He does so immediately putting it aside as you begin to measure his arms and across his shoulders. “Someone seems to have ‘misplaced’ the original measurements for these and it looks like I’m starting from scratch.” Shaking your head you take a breath, “God, Ellen probably thinks I’m the worst friend in the entire universe.”
                “Ellen?” He asks as you walk around behind him as he continues to hold his arms out while you take his measurements writing them down.
                “She’s a very close friend from the states. She arrived at the airport almost 4 hours ago. They sent a car for her and took her back to my flat. I don’t even have any food in the house; I was planning on going shopping before going to pick her up at the airport.” You shake your head walking around to the table and writing down the measurements you’d just taken.
                “Well, tell me what I can do to help.” He says walking over to the new costuming you’d purchased and had been working on.
                “You already helped, I got your measurements, you’re good to go.” You really didn’t mean to sound short with him but you still had so much to do before you could even start to think about leaving the theater to go home tonight. This wasn’t his area of expertise and if he stayed trying to help he would be more in the way then anything.
                Tom was concerned seeing how upset you were but he understood the spot you were in and thought it best to leave you to it. Walking up behind you he places his hand on your lower back, “You have my number, call me if you need anything. Anything at all.” He says sincerely before kissing your cheek. You give a nod changing the thread on the sewing machine before starting to unroll the fabric for the gowns. Then he picks up his jacket and turns leaving you to your work.
                It must have been after midnight before you simply had to rest and take a breather. You hadn’t had an opportunity to eat all day, rarely took a moment to get a drink, and your fingers were raw with all the tailoring, sewing, and various other sorts of work from the moment you’d come in that morning. Between the stress, the hard work, and the mere shock of this unspeakable turn of events, when you sat down your head soon hit the table and you were out cold, your head resting against your arm as you were hard asleep.
                Almost an hour after you had fallen asleep, two people come into the room where you had been working nonstop all day. One carrying bags of take-out and the other carrying a coffee carrier with fresh made coffee drinks. Tom showed Ellen in as they both walk over to you.
                “Oh Shelia.” Ellen said with a smile putting the coffee holder down on the table before reaching over and gently smoothing your hair back from your face. “Flash backs. Can’t tell you how many times she worked herself into the floor like this to get everything done and make certain it was all perfect.”
                “She did this kind of work at home then?” Tom questioned both of them keeping their voices low so as not to disturb her yet.
                “Since high school. You might not have noticed but she is a perfectionist. Borderline obsessive compulsive at times. But she works hard and is very dedicated to anything she does. Especially this.” Tom walked over seeing his costumes in order and properly tailored looking perfect as usual.
                “I can’t believe she managed so much in one day. There are weeks to do costuming and fittings before the production begins.” Tom says finding the alliterations all in place on each one.
                Ellen smiles, “When you get to know her better, you’ll see. She’s very reliable.”
                Ellen sits down next to you and gently rests her hands on your shoulders, “Shelia. Sheila honey?” She says softly. You take several deep breaths before popping up. You were still half asleep and had no energy whatsoever.
                Looking over you see a familiar face and grin, “Ellen!” She smiles as well and you both hug tightly happy to see her. “Ellen, I’m so sorry I wasn’t at the airport to pick you up. I should have been there, I am so so sorry.”
                She smiles, “it’s okay, I understand. Tom explained everything.” You furrow your brow not understanding before realizing that there was another in the room and turned seeing Tom walking towards you. “He came by to let me know that you were called into work and wanted to be there but you had a lot of emergency work you had to get done. He showed me around a little, and we went shopping considering your fridge is completely devoid of food.” Ellen says arching a brow but smiling, “And then we thought we would bring you some supper, and liquid energy.” She said reaching over and picking up one of the cups of coffee handing it to her. “3 shots of espresso?”
                “Lord, it probably should have just been a solid cup of espresso.” You take a sip before looking at Tom.
                “I’ll go get some napkins and we can have some supper.” You smile and nod and she turns leaving the room heading down the hallway looking to find some paper towels.

                Tom walks over and pulls the bags of food opening them and setting them out with utensils. “Thank you.” You say still a bit taken back that he’d done this. “You really kinda went above and beyond with this. She’s never been to London before. Then she arrives and she’s immediately left on her own.” You take another drink of your coffee.
                He walks around behind you resting his hands on your shoulders rubbing them a bit, “I told you, I wanted to help.” Leaning down he kisses your cheek.
                Tom spreads out a prop blanket on the floor. The 3 of you settle down onto the floor, eating and talking.
                Ellen can't stop laughing. "So we're standing there with the cop's flashlight on us and Shel pops off 'This is either the start of a bad horror movie or a bad porn.' And the officer busts up laughing. He let us go but told us to get home."
                "That was the last time I dressed up as Dr. Frankenfurter for Rocky Horror on Hallowe'en." You shake your head at Tom's ehehehehe. "Laugh it up, sunshine. I'll put you in heels and a corset. It's my goal to go to a screening over here." Tom can't stop smiling at you.
                "Deal. I'll go as Frankenfurter if you go as Magenta." He brushes the hair from your face and kisses your cheek.
                Your grin pretty much gives everything you feel about him away. He touches the tip of his nose to yours. "I'm afraid I broke my promise."
                "After today, I'm willing to let it go."
                Ellen clears her throat. "I'm pissed at you, Shel. You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend. Let alone Loki." Tom laughs.
                "He's not my-"
                "You really must forgive her. It's only been a recent development. You see, our stage manager looks down on production relationships."
                Ellen holds up her hand. "Alright, I'll let it go this time."
                You look from his hand now lacing fingers with yours. Boyfriend. Well that was new.
                Ellen helps you clean up. "Don't work too late." She kisses your cheek.
                "I'll be back after I take her home."
                "Tom, I'll be-" He holds up his hand, cutting you off.
                "You're almost done, correct?" You nod. "Then I won't be in the way." He leans in and kisses you soundly, drawing your body against his. Holy cow, the way he kissed you. It wasn't just with his mouth, he kissed you with his whole body. They left you to your work. But first, bathroom!
                Yeah Tom, not in the way at all. With a sigh you finish going through everything making sure it was in place and set up for the next performances. Girlfriend? Two dates and we’ve already jumped to girlfriend? This could get complicated. Oh wait, it already is.
                Since no one else was in the theater tonight, you put your music on the speakers just to keep you company. You finish cleaning up everything then go back to your work space inspecting the bits and bobs of Tom’s costume to make certain everything was in order. At least security has been stepped and there were just a few weeks left of the run.
                With any luck, you’ve covered everything and would actually have some time to spend with Ellen tomorrow. Talk about saving your butt, Ellen actually knew who Tom was before you did, so having him show up at your flat to entertain her was probably a pretty good apology. Even thought it wasn’t your idea and knew nothing about it.
                You hear NIN “Closer” come on the speakers and start singing along with it making certain all your equipment was in order and in place. You were going to sleep like a rock tonight when you finally got into bed.
                Oh Trent, you knew the groove. You move your body to the music, taking a break from being a responsible workhorse. "Help me. You tear down my reason. Help me. Your sex I can smell. Help me. You make me perfect. Help me get away from myself. I wanna fuck you like animal."You whip your hair around. When you open your eyes, Tom has returned. He stood bestride in the doorway, his hands clenching and relaxing at thighs. "Dammit, Thomas. You keep catching me when I'm-" You takes the room in three quick strides. His arm snatches your waist. His mouth crushes against yours, opening you roughly. You cry out, taken by surprise. His stride doesn't stop when he has you in his arms. Your bodies jar when you hit the wall. "Thomas-"
                His mouth devours your neck, licking and nibbling, his long skillful fingers pulling your shirt free from your jeans. "Don't stop singing. You stop. I stop." He pulls the shirt over your head and tosses it away.
                "O - okay."
                You know these words by heart. They trickle off your lips as his lips and teeth taste your flesh, moving down from your collar bone that makes you shudder to between your breasts. Your nipples pull tight into stiff peaks. "I want to feel you from the inside." Your hands glide into his hair the lower he goes, licking and sucking your salty flesh. "I wanna fuck you like an animal." He unbuttons your jeans. "My whole existence is flawed. You get me closer to god!" He jerks the jeans off your hips and down to your ankles.
                You bring your other hand to rest on his shoulder. Thankful no one was here or would be here until tomorrow. Because the day had weakened your resistance. And despite being a gentleman, Tom was still a man and you a woman he desired. And this was a sexy fucking song and god, his lips were on your thigh, working up to the bend in your leg. The spot that made you weak, made you tremble. And he just found it! Your body jerks. He steadies you by splaying one of his big hands on your chest just beneath your breasts, pushing you back into the wall. You close your eyes, letting your head thump back against the wall. This had to be a dream. You were passed out at the sewing table. That's it. Oh yes that's it. . . That is it. . . His lips traced lips back and forth on your lower belly, getting closer and closer to the soft blue satin panties your wore.
                There were moments where it seemed as though common sense just walked itself right out the door and took a stroll leaving you to your own devices. It was moments like this when your brain just shut itself off and just went along for the ride.
                You run your fingers through his soft ginger hair, could feel his somewhat scruffy face against your warm skin. You loved it when he had gone a day or two without shaving. He always got a pretty good 5 O’Clock shadow going and it simply made every naughty thought you had jump up and make itself counted. Just as his teeth found the hem of your undies you hear something in another part of the theater. Your eyes open looking towards the door. Then a second noise, “Tom.” You say trying to get his attention.
                Then a third noise. The sound of a door opening and closing catching Tom’s attention this time as he pauses his attentions for a moment too listening. What in the hell? It was almost 2am, who the hell was . . .”Oh, Christ. Security rounds!” You say quickly.
                “Fuck.” You dive for your shirt pulling it on over your head, as Tom quickly hands you your jeans and you duck behind the clothes rack jerking your close back on.
                You hear the door of the room open, “Hello, Mr. Hiddleston. Any problems?”
                “No, none. Not at all. Everything else okay?” You hear him ask.
                “Yes sir. After last night’s problems we’re to do hourly rounds inside the theater as well as the outside.” The security answers. “Will you be staying much longer?”
                “Not too much longer. I’ll holler at you on my way out.”
                “Have a good night then sir.” The security says before pulling the door closed again. You sigh closing your eyes banging your head back against the wall. Then you push through the clothes rack giving him an embarrassed look.
                “If it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have any luck at all.” You say in irritation walking over picking up your bag and pulling it over your shoulder. Tom chuckles and shakes his head. The two of you head out and you turn off the light making sure the door was securely shut. And find your way to his car in the back parking lot. He opens the door for you and you get in before he closes it and gets in his side.
                You’re sitting in the passenger seat with your hand firmly over your eyes still feeling as you were going to die of utter humiliation and embarrassment. Tom reaches over taking your hand in his kissing your knuckles squeezing tight, “They didn’t catch us darling, no need to feel so embarrassed.” He says looking at you sympathetically but a small smile on his lips.
                You look at him wondering if you were ever going to get the chance to be cool in his presence. “Come here.” He says leaning over and pulling you into a deep passionate kiss. After a moment you reach up sliding your fingers into his hair once again returning his kisses.
                It wasn’t long before you find yourselves falling into the frenzy you had been in when interrupted inside, and the windows of his jag start to fog .
                After a few more moments you just hug each other tight, your hands roaming over each other’s bodies. “Check your phone messages darling.” Tom whispers still trying to regain his breath and senses.
                “Check my phone messages?” You ask thinking that a really weird out of the blue thing to say. You pull back looking up at him a moment before taking out your phone and scrolling to find he was right, you did have a few messages.
                Ellen G.: “I know you’ll probably busy tonight so I’ll look for you around lunch time tomorrow. P.S. I’m still going to kick your butt for not sharing the whole Loki thing later! Or maybe you can just give me all the sorted details and we’ll call it even ;)”
                “Okay. So . . . she’s not expecting me back tonight?” You say looking up at him.
                “I suppose that’s up to you. If you’d like I can take you back to your flat right now. Or . . . you could come back with me. To my house.” He says looking at you hopefully. You smile a bit looking away wondering what had brought all this on. “I’ll understand if you’d rather just take you home. You have had a rather long and trying day . . .”
                “I will.” You say cutting him off with your anxiousness. “I mean . . . I would like to go with you. To your home.”
                A smile sweeps his face and he turns the key on his jag as he heads out of the parking lot and heading towards his home. Were you ready for this? You’d only been on like two dates. However you’ve seen him naked every day for the past two months, so really . . . . well this couldn’t be considered too fast could it? What the hell, you were both grown consenting adults, and he was absolutely wonderful. Today only proved that yet again how wonderful a man he was.
                As he drives, he reaches over taking your hand bringing it to his lips kissing your knuckles, continuing to hold your hand resting it back down on your thigh. You couldn’t help but smile, he genuinely seemed to want to be with you. Maybe it was your skepticism that sort of grows every year you’re in the theater. Always looking for something bad to happen, always waiting for the other shoe to drop, and being beyond paranoid.
                Tom presses the button on the remote that opens the gate to the community where his house was and drove through. Once he’s parked you both get out and he takes your hand walking you to his front door and taking out his key. Wow, it certainly was a posh neighborhood. But it was understandable to leave in a gated community as he had become a celebrity and there were no doubt tons of very good and sensible reasons to live in a place like this.
                Turning on the lights he takes you inside closing the door behind, “Make yourself at home Kitten. I’ll be back in a moment.” He says turning on a few more lights and disappearing down the hallway. You walk further in looking around finding his house rather open and spacious. It was incredibly nice and at least 4 times bigger than your rented place.
                Checking your watch you see it was nearing 3am.
                The couch happens to be soft and comfortable. You remove your jacket. You sit down to wait for Tom. Your body relaxes, exhausted from the long day.
                Tom enters the room with a bottle is wine, two glasses and a corkscrew. "Oh Kitten?" He clicks his tongue, finding you softly breathing heavily, fast asleep. He quietly sets down the wine and glasses. "Kitten? Shelia?" You're fast asleep.
                Tom carefully takes off your shoes. He grabs the quilt from the back of the couch and places it over you. He carefully turns off the lights and leaves you to get whatever sleep can be salvaged from the night.
                Something like music playing in the next room causes your eye to slowly open. Jesus it was bright in here. You reach for a pillow to pull it over your head finding your hand hit the back of the couch you were laying on. Your eyes open as you lift your head looking around. This wasn’t your room. Scratching your head you pull the cover off standing to your feet and following the music.
                Going into Tom’s kitchen you find him humming along to the radio as he’s hard at work cooking a dishtowel over his shoulder. Oh goody, he was a morning person. This might result in your having to smother him with a pillow. He turns seeing you standing in the doorway and a smile sweeps his face. “Good morning darling. Sleep well?”
                You grumbled a yes your eyes still half open as you walk over sitting on one of the chairs at his bar. With a knowing smile he pours a cup of coffee setting it before you. Oh thank God. Wrapping your hands around the cup you blow on it before taking a large drink. You might actually be able to be human now.
                “Not much of a morning person hmm?”
                “Mornings like this usually require the caffeine to be tapped directly into my artery.” You say taking another drink of coffee starting to wake up properly now. “I’m only a morning person when I have to be.” Your eyes wondering over him finding he was in his running gear. “It was like 3am when we got here. Did you sleep at all?”
                “Oh yes. I slept a bit late though. I didn’t get up until about 7:30. Went for a quick run and decided to make breakfast.” He admitted almost as though he was ashamed. You reach in your pocket taking out your cell phone arching a brow. It was only about 8:45am. Coming back over to where you are he pours you each a glass of juice before going back to the other side of the kitchen. Putting the last elements of breakfast on the two plates he brings them back serving you one and himself the other. You drink some more coffee and he grins filling your coffee cup again.
                After breakfast you were feeling much better. With some rest and an unexpectedly good breakfast it was just possible you’re going to live. “So are you bringing Ellen to the show tonight?” Tom asks finishing his juice.
                “I don’t know. You know how packed the performances are. I imagine she would really love to see it firsthand. She went to the live broadcast. Silly Ellen told everyone that was sitting around her that she knew the girl who ironed your shirts and tailored your britches.” Tom laughs a bit. “Like anyone cares.”
                “Hey, it’s all of you backstage who make it possible for those of us on stage to give a great performance. You’re just as important as the actors that trot the boards if not more so.” He says seriously as you finish your breakfast and pick up your cup of coffee taking another drink. “Not to mention if you hadn’t been there I would probably be on stage tonight in nothing more than paper towels and a sock.”
                “A sock huh?” You smile mischievously, “Think we could find one big enough on such short notice?” With a chuckle he stands clearing your plates away washing them off in the sink before putting everything in the dishwasher. You check the time and send a message to Ellen wanting to know if she wanted to meet somewhere or if you should go home first and meet her for lunch. “Ellen is expecting me in just a couple of hours.” You remind him.
                “Better wash up then. Bathroom is that way, clean towels in the cupboard.” He says pointing the way. You arch a brow looking down at yourself sneaking a quick whiff to make sure you didn’t smell for him to say that. “There’s also a new toothbrush on the counter for you. Unopened of course.”
                “Uh, okay.” You stand from where you had been sitting. Hmm, you hadn’t intended to make yourself so at home but if he was offering you weren’t going to argue. You really could use a shower, it tended to get hot in your workspace at the theater. It was, after all, a warehouse. Following where he pointed you, you head for the bathroom grabbing your bag from the couch on the way by and go inside finding everything laid out just as he said. “Well someone decided I was coming home with him last night long before anyone let me know.” You say arching a brow.
                You twist your hair up and take a clip from your bag clipping it up off your neck before taking out the new toothbrush and giving your teeth a thorough cleaning making sure to scrub every inch of your tongue. Rinsing your mouth out you strip down and get into the large glass shower turning on the water. The hot water felt heavenly on your tired body, but between this and the coffee you were perking right up.
                The hot water relaxes your tense muscles. Today wasn't starting off too bad. Morning with a man you were attracted to and had started to care about, afternoon with your best friend, then evening doing what you loved.
                You wished he wouldn't be such a gentleman. That he'd slip up behind you and kiss your neck. Run soapy hands over your body, bring you to orgasm with his fingers, push you against the wall and fuck you stupid.
                A knock startles you. "Just a minute!" You turn off the water and step out. Wringing out your hair, you wrap a towel around your chest. "Yea?" You open the door to Tom's chest as he pulls a shirt.
                "I wanted to let you know we'd be leaving in about 15 minutes." He glances up behind you then quickly looks away. He licks his lips, glancing at you. "Sorry to interrupt."
                "Oh no problem. I tend to run long in the shower." He turns to go. "Hey, Tom?" He looks over his shoulder. "Thanks for every thing you've done. You're pretty amazing." He smiles.
                "So are you. Now get dressed before I forget I'm a gentleman and I make you forget." He tips his chin toward the bathroom. You look behind you at the mirror and your ass, red from the hot water.
                Your forehead thuds against the door as you close it. "Way to go, Shel. You're really knocking him off his feet." You quickly dry off and dress, putting on light makeup. He's waiting in the living room, reading something on his laptop.
                "Feeling more awake?"
                "Definitely." He smiles up at you, straightening up. You drop across his lap. "I wanted to thank you properly."
                "Oh?" You hook your fingers behind his neck. You gently kiss his forehead then each of his eyelids. You kiss him temples, the tip of his nose, and those deliciously sharp cheek bones. You kiss each of his earlobes, trailing kisses along his jawlines. His hands rub along your back and thigh.
                You search his face, his eyes, not believing your luck. "That's quite a thank you."
                "Shush, not done yet." You place light kisses at the corners of his mouth then kiss him full on. The kiss grows into lips and tongue. His lays you slowly back on the couch, settling his weight between your legs. You moan into the kiss before pulling away, tugging at his bottom lip with your teeth. "Thank you."
                "You are very -very- welcome." He punctuates second very by pressing his hips into you. He dips his head to kiss along you jaw and throat. "I'd like to take you out again. Tonight. After the show."
                His kisses leave you breathless, especially when he draws his tongue over your collarbone. "Oh Thomas, I'd love to. But I really need to spend some time with Ellen."
                "So sorry, my darling. I should have expected that." His lips trail between your breasts over tee shirt. "How long is she staying for?"
                "A week." You had closed your eyes but now, you open them. "And I work for most of it." He kisses the side of your breast.
                "Kitten, she understands. You're living your dream. And I understand that you'll want to spend your free time with her this week." He nuzzles the place he just kissed. "Just don't forget me."
                You lift your hips off the couch. "Don't be silly. How can I forget you?" You tug his hair until he looks up at you. "I might actually enlist you to help me show her a good time."
                He props himself over you. "Whatever you want, my darling." He sits back on his heels then moves to stand. "We need to be going." He offers you his hand then pulls you to stand.
                Ellen is waiting for you in the kitchen when you come in. She's got coffee ready. "So did you sleep with him?"
                "No." You drop your purse on the table. "I passed out on his couch."
                You quickly strip. "Shit."
                "What?" Ellen leans against the door jam, watching you wriggle into clean panties then clean jeans.
                "I left my underwear on his bathroom floor."
                Ellen busts out laughing. "You what?!"
                You pull a clean, soft tee over your head. "I was in such hurry after he saw my ass in the mirror, I left my panties on the floor."
                Ellen busted out again. "Are you going to ask him for them tonight?"
                "Oh yea because THAT won't start rumors." You pull your shoes on. "Come on, let's go grab some lunch and I'll show you around the area."
                Showing up at the theater a little before your call you show Ellen around your work space properly this time now that you weren’t in a frazzled zombie like state. “This is the shower?” She asks picking up the shower wand, “You get the wash the blood off him and everything huh?”
                “Yes.” You say giving her a look hanging the wand back in place. It was cute at first but now the constant sexual innuendos were starting to get a little irritating. You didn’t think of Tom as a piece of meat, and you easily could considering your working relationship. “You worked stage with me in college, why are you acting like this is all new stuff to you?”
                “Because, dork. Tom fucking Hiddleston, that’s why.” She says giving you a look. “You never did watch Thor or Avengers when I told you about them did you.”
                “I’ve seen them.” You say looking at her. She just arches a brow placing her hand on her hip. “Okay, so I saw them after I was assigned to him in this production and wanted to know who he was. But I still saw them.”
                “How could you watch him as Loki and not be head over heels in love instantly? Especially in that scene where he’s begging Odin to tell him who he really is and where he comes from?” Ellen takes a breath putting her hand on her chest almost as if she was lightheaded at the thought. “Wow, it broke my heart.”
                “Did you actually watch the play in the live broadcast? Way more emotion in Coriolanus then Loki has. Not to mention it isn’t a move, it’s a live performance. Everything you’re seeing is happening right there, right before your eyes. Haven’t seen it happen once that he hasn’t been able to make himself cry, ON CUE.” You got to see this man in action every night and always, always he was on target.
                “That’s true. Way better then that broad playing his wife.” Ellen said.
                “Shhhh!” You hiss quickly, “I do have to work with these people.”
                She grins wrinkling her nose at you. “So? Does it upset you seeing her kiss and climb all over your man every night? The crotch grab is always particularly entertaining isn’t it?”
                “Oh my God, Ellen. They are ACTORS! Would you grow up already!” You exclaim taking off your jacket and hooking up your headset to the battery back and slipping it on your belt. “I’m basically his body servant and I’m okay with that. He gets the whole ‘we have no time to get you changed’ thing.” You shake your head slightly, “This is complicated enough without jealousy rearing its ugly head. You have any idea how many people are going to think that I’m involved with him with the hope it will further my career? People in this profession can be so suspicious, paranoid and jaded. I suppose I can’t talk too much, I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop with Tom.”
                Ellen reaches over and rubs your arm, “I know honey, I’m sorry.” She apologizes knowing she might have been needling you too much over this. “He really is a nice and sweet man. I always kinda of thought in the back of my head it was all an act. For his public image, you know? But having met him now and spent some time with him, he really is as generous and kind man.” She kisses your cheek, “I think you landed a good one this time. I don’t think this one is a hitter.”
                “Ellen.” You snap not wanting her to repeat that ever again even to herself. Ellen realized she mentioned something she knew she shouldn’t. You didn’t always have the best taste in men, and a previous mistake helped you make the decision to make that leap to the theater world on the opposite side of the world. “You promised. It didn’t happen, remember?”
                “I know sweety. I’m sorry.” Ellen says with a nod understanding that you just wanted to forget and leave it all in the past.
                You check your watch, “You better go get your seat or you’re gonna be stuck standing in the back. There are only a few unmarked seats they let us use our comps for.”
                Ellen gives a nod and hugs you before hurrying out into the house to her seat that you had showed her earlier. You go to Tom’s costumes and start to get the first change ready to go. You check to make certain the towels were close to where he could grab one when they had to shower him off, and all of your stuff was nearby and readily available. Things turned out better then you thought they would when they told you what happened yesterday morning. Everything was as it should be and you were ready.
                The performance went off without a hitch. The costumes fit him perfectly. Ellen had been allowed to come back stage after the audience left. She waited in your work area while you finished up.
                You threw the costumes in the washer. Large hands rest on your shoulders. They rub down your upper arms then circle your waist. You sigh and close your eyes. "Another flawless routine." Tom kisses the side of your neck, holding you against him.
                "YOU were flawless." He closes his eyes and rests his face against your neck. He breathes in the scent of your skin.
                "I wish you would come home with me." He squeezes you slightly. His lips press to your pulse.
                You sigh, melting into him. "Ellen leaves in 5 days. Then I'm all yours, mister." You turn in his arms, searching his face. "I really like you, Tom."
                He holds you close, rubbing his scruffy cheek in your hair. "I really like you too." He holds you away from him to arms length. "Lunch tomorrow after the matinee?"
                "That'd be great." He leans in. "Ah, your broken promise?"
                His lips hover a breath away from yours. "It's already broken." He hugs you tightly, his lips closing that last distance. He longs to make that kiss more.
                The performances leave him in an adrenalized yet exhausted state. He wants nothing more than to use that adrenaline with you. He has for awhile. The last week has been torture. He wouldn't say he was used to women offering themselves but he didn't usually have to work this hard.
                You were different though. You were worth it. He left you breathless and shaking by the washing machine. He grabbed his bag and nodded to Ellen as he walked it.
                Faisal noticed his change in demeanor. "Something on your mind, Tom?"
                "Someone actually."
                "We don't have to stop. I can get you through the crowd."
                "It's alright. The fans will prove a pleasant distraction. If I go straight home, I'll just think of her until I fall asleep and dream of her."
                "Damn, man. That's romantic." His bodyguard shrugs. "You're the talent." Tom glances back down the hall. He knew you'd be working for another hour. He wanted to spend that time with you, but he knew he had to share you. They made their way into the crowd and he worked his magic on his adoring fans.
                You lean against the washer, catching your breath. You had to wait until you could hang up the costumes before you could leave. That gave you time to clean up and get ready for tomorrow's performance, well performances.
                "So I thought since you're going to be working all day tomorrow, I'd meet up with a couple Facebook friends and sight see. You don't mind, do you?"
                "Oh no. I actually felt bad having to leave you most of the day. This works out great."
                "Good! And don't feel bad. I knew you had to work when I booked this trip. I know the drill. Theatre is your life."
                It was. Ever since your grandmother took you to see Annie, of all plays. You hated being in front of people so being a star never appealed to you. But all the cogs, the fitting pieces that made the beast live and breathe and bring life to words on a page. THAT appealed to you. You'd done almost everything you were physically capable of and some things you weren't. You aspired to direct. But you'd settle for stage manager. You were a problem solver and doer. Your work ethnic had proved break neck. You'd worked in LA, that was horrible and a life lesson in theatre and love and life. You'd worked in Vegas, that had been more fun than should have been allowed. New York had broken you in, worn you out, tested your dream. But you'd loved it. That left London. Coriolanus was your first production with the Donmar. So far, you'd proven yourself.
                Ellen sat back and watched you work. "I think we need to order in and have girl time. I'm not going to see you much the next couple days so I'm like to get my fill of your crazy while I can."
                "Sounds good to me." You hang up the costumes. Grabbing your bag, you and Ellen make the walk to your flat. The crowd is still there. You're tempted to look for him. But he's working. One thing you'd learned, he loved his fans.
                By the time you crawled into your abdomen hurt from too much laughing, you were stuffed from too much greasy pizza and drunk off too much wine. The clock read almost 3 a.m. again. You noticed the blinking light on your phone.
                Three texts from Tom. 'Dress warm tomorrow', 'You're beautiful', and the last one almost an hour ago 'Sweet dreams, Kitten' accompanied by an adorable kissy face selfie. You sighed. He definitely had his hooks in you. This one would hurt when the play run was over.
                Your alarm clock starts to blare in your ear like someone singing really bad Karaoke at the top of their lungs. Reaching over you smack it almost knocking it off the nightstand. The last few days were hell on wheels and it seemed like your body was finally giving you and your overzealous work ethic the finger. “Oh this is going to be an espresso morning.” You mumble burying your face in the pillow a minute before dragging your tired form out of bed and heading for the bathroom and getting into the shower turning it on as hot as you could stand.
                You look down and see blood on your arm causing your eyes to pop open wondering if you had scraped it somewhere and didn’t notice. Nope, it was blood from Tom’s costumes last night. “God, I have to talk to the makeup people, they’re getting fucking lazy and just dumping buckets on him for crying out loud.” You say to yourself with a sigh.
                You hear a knock, “Yeah?”
                Ellen opens the door, “Shelia I think your coffee pot is broken. I’m going to make a coffee run down at that café on the corner. Did you want anything in particular?”
                “See how many shots they can get into one big cup will ya?” You ask. Ellen laughs.
                “Coffee and Danish’s it is!” She calls back before closing the door. You start to do a second soaping of your entire body in case any more stray dirt or make up was adorning your person. Then Ellen ducks back in the door, “Oh yeah, there’s something for you on the kitchen counter, it arrived this morning. Be back soon!” She closes the door again and heads off down the street.
                “Huh?” You look through the steamed door but she was already gone. It was too early for mail.
                Coming out of your room fully dressed for the day, your hair up in a clip cascading somewhat in natural curls. Seemed Ellen still wasn’t back yet. You started to pass your kitchen but stopped in mid step backing up. Your eyes go wide seeing a dozen beautiful crimson colored long steamed roses in a crystal vase with baby’s breath and fern leaves. Walking closer your eyes about ready to pop out of their sockets you reach up taking the card and opening it. “With ‘like’ and love, Tom X” You smile shaking your head a bit before looking at the roses again. Leaning close you take in their strong lovely fragrance that was already starting to fill your flat.
                Just then your door opens and Ellen comes in carrying a bag and a coffee carrier. “I hope you’re hungry, cause I am and I went a little nuts at the bakery counter.” She says closing the door with her foot and walking over putting everything down on the counter. “So? Who are they from?”
                “Whom do you think?” You say slipping the card into your pocket.
                She leans over and smells the flowers, “Mmm.” She inspects it closer, “Long stemmed huge plump red roses, and a Waterford crystal vase.” She looks at you, “You slept with him. You must have.”
                “Uh, no!” You say giving her a look, “Pretty sure that’s something I would have told you seeing as how you are my best friend and you’ve been fangirling like crazy since you got here.”
                “This stuff isn’t cheap Shelia, he’s definitely expecting something from you at this point.” She says seriously.
                You sigh covering your eyes with your hand shaking your head. This was absolutely insane. “Okay, so what if he is?” You say finally looking up at her. “I mean, I’m attracted to him. Apparently he’s attracted to me putting up with all my garbage. We’re two, grown, consenting adults. What’s wrong with a little consenting casual sex? Not going to hurt anybody.” Reaching over you pick up your coffee and take a drink.
                “Honey,” She begins looking at you, “Why are you fighting this so hard? Why do you keep acting as though you are waiting for the other shoe to drop? Casual sex is fine, as long as it’s just casual sex. But I’ve seen you. I’ve seen you come alive, your eyes shine, your entire body beams every time he’s around. Like him just being close gives you some kind of boost of energy. But you aren’t having fun with this whole thing, are you?”
                “Ellen.” You groan reaching in the bag taking out a cream cheese Danish. She crosses her arms leaning on the counter studying you as you begin to eat. “What?” You say your mouth full.
                “Uh huh.” She could clearly see you were avoiding the entire subject. “Can I just say something you already know, but I probably need to repeat?” You look at her waiting to hear it. “If he’s playing you, if all of this is a game just to get in your pants . . . Loki’s rage isn’t going to have a shadow on mine.” You sigh giving a nod turning and grabbing your coat and bag.
                “I’m gonna be late, I’ve got to get going. Thanks for breakfast. Call me if you need anything.” You hurry out the door closing it behind. Ellen watches you as you leave and looks at the roses suspiciously.
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