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Going Public	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Hiddleston Views: 1628 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Neither I, nor any of the writers know Tom Hiddleston, his PR people, nor have we ever met him. We do not make any profit from this story other then the enjoyment of writting it. All characters and events are entirely fictional.

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You and Tom finish your meal. He puts everything to the side and draws you into his arms.
"Are you sure to want someone as neurotic as I am?"
"Love. Your neurosis is controlled until you work yourself up. And you're really going to have to work on that."
You snuggle into his chest. "I'll try."
"Well try harder. Because I want you to come with me for Skull Island."
"What?" Your head snaps up.
"I hate spending months away from you. And I want you with me." He suddenly looks unsure and vulnerable. "Will you go?"
You swallow. This is a huge step. You really don't trust yourself to say something that isn't going to fuck it up. So you nod. Nodding is good.
He smiles and transforms his whole face. He draws you into a kiss, slowly leaning you back until your flat on the blankets.
You look up at him, “So we got all the unpleasantness out of the way, and I promise to be on my best behavior and stay on the wagon when we’re out with other people . . . . we’re good?”
He smiles and gives a nod, “We’re good.”
You grin and reach up lacing your hands into his hair as he leans down taking a deep kiss from your lips. You are beyond glad to get that whole thing behind you and if he really didn’t hold a grudge, all the better. You continue to kiss as he lays his body over yours, cupping your face with his hand wrapping his other arm underneath and around you.
“Mmm” He says against your mouth his tongue flicking out over his lips, “So lovely.” He whispered before kissing you a bit more passionately then before. You anxiously return his kisses your hands resting on his shoulders, and then moving slowly down his back.
Tom breaks the kiss to sit up and hurriedly tear his blazer off, tossing it to the side. He takes your mouth again. His eager fingers pull the straps of the bra and the dress down. You wriggle your arms out and he pulls the top of your dress and bra down to expose your breasts.
He breaks the kiss, dropping his hungry lips to take your right nipple. His teeth pinching it just so. He draws on the hard little pebble, flicking it with his tongue. You comb your fingers through his hair, sighing. He moves to your left, tracing the areola with his tongue before covering it with his mouth. His hips grind against yours. He draws a line from your nipple, over your collarbone. A brush of teeth to make you groan. "You taste so sweet, my darling." That deft tongue traces up over your pulse and jaw to penetrate your parted lips. Your fingers close around his hair, tugging none too gently. He groans and works his hips against yours, drawing a whimper. He leans up, both your hands and his tug the shirt loose his pants, fingers working on vest and shirt buttons. Off they go, presumably with the blazer. Your pals slide up his back when he moves back over you. You love the feel of him. His soft skin and those wondrous muscles.
He pushes your dress up to your hips. His fingers curl under the sides of the panties. He pauses. "Are you quite fond of these?"
"Not really." Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath. He hasn't been this incensed in months. Fuck, you haven't made love in months. He locks eyes with you. With swift jerk, he rips the black lace. Your body shudders at the sound. With one hand, he unbuckles the belt and his pants.
You lean up to kiss him, crushing his mouth with yours. His right hand props him up at your waist. His left roughly parts your dewy lips. He growls at the delicious whimpers you make. You reach into his pants and close your hand around his shaft. Now it's his turn to shudder.
He presses your clit, making you jump. His fingers probe your entrance. You squeeze his cock gently and tug it from the pants that have fallen down off his ass.
He pulls away from you. His voice gruff with need. "Lay back."
You do as your told. He positions himself, gliding his hands down your legs. It takes but a moment for him to put the condom on. He kisses your knee then draws your leg up to give him room.
The sensitive head of his cock presses into you. You arch your back, licking your lips. God he feels so good. Months you've missed him. Aching for him. Phone sex and playing over Skype were nothing to the feel of him.
He pauses. "You are so beautiful. I'm the luckiest man in the world."
You shake your head. "No, love. I'm the luckiest girl in the fucking universe." He chuckles but doesn't move forward. "
Oh, we're not playing a game of just the tip, are we?"
"I never play games, love. And it's never just the tip." He grabs your hips and shoves his considerable length into you in one swift thrust. You scream with pleasure laced in pain. It's always like this the first time after you've been apart. Like your body forgets how much he has to give you.
Thank God he remembered the condoms, because you hadn’t seen him in months, and you honestly weren’t expecting him just to materialize out of the blue. You hadn’t bothered to get your BC pill refilled and you haven’t been on them for two months. But you weren’t thinking about that now, you’ve dreamed of him while he’s been away. The feel of his strong arms around you, the taste of his delicious lips, his hot warm breath on your skin. There was nothing else in the universe to think about, except the beautiful man eager to take you.
He pauses a moment before he thrusts in a second time even deeper than before, you close your eyes and groan as your head drops back and you lift your hips to meet his. Another few deep purposeful strokes, and finally he fills you completely coming to a stop resting there for a moment to allow you to become accustomed to having all of him inside of your warm hidden depths.
Breathing deeply, he leans down over you smoothing your hair back from your face, as he cradles your head in his hands looking down into your eyes. Your tongue licks over your lips still breathing deeply in anticipation before your eyes open and meet his beautiful shining gaze. At once you lock in a deep passionate kiss. Your tongues touch and dance, your bodies press harder together. You arch your back to press the length of his body inviting him to continue to take you.
A smile crosses his lips feeling how anxious you were, and he kisses you once more before his long slender fingers seeks out your hands. He wraps his hands around your wrists and presses them down against the ground on either side of you pinning you beneath him as he looks into your eyes and begins to thrust deep within you with long hard but steady strokes, never moving his eyes from yours as he keeps you still holding your wrists a little tighter to the floor while he lies over you.
You wrap your legs around his thighs. Your body shudders with the pleasure radiating from where your bodies are joined. His breath confess rapidly. He wanted to make this last but god, you feel so good and it's been so long. His jaw is set, lips parted. His arms shake with effort to make you feel every inch of him.
You loved and hated when he wouldn't let you look away. Loved it because everything felt so much more intense. Hated it because you felt so open and raw. If you could close your eyes or look away, you could hide how much you wanted and needed him. How much you loved him.
Biting your lip, you threw your head back, pulling on your arms. Your hands clawed the air but he wouldn't let you go. You'd probably be bruised, but it was so worth it.

Your body tightened around him. His hips stuttered. He let go of your gaze and your wrists. His face buried in your neck, he held onto your shoulder and your knee. His hips rolling, quickening each thrust. You wrapped your arms around his chest, digging your nails into his shoulder blades.
He groans your name by your ear. You close your eyes as they roll back on your head. He made you feel so wonderful. Not just your body but your heart, your soul. You began to shake, pleasure coiling deep in your lower belly. His breath on your neck and ear sending shivers down your body.
"I don't know how much longer I can hold out. Cum for me, love."
Now came the real competition between you. Who could hold out the longest, and who could make the other cum first. Not that it was ever an easy one, it took much more effort and energy neither wanting to be the first to surrender but it couldn’t be helped. Your eyes narrow slightly, and he arches a brow seeing your defiance. He smirks and changes his rhythm to deep hard thrusts, rolling his hips hard against your thighs knowing it was what drove you crazy.
Oh God, this was cheating. He knew you and your body far too well. Leaning down he pressed his teeth against your shoulder causing your entire body to shudder, as your legs begin to quiver around him. He knows he’s winning, you’re almost at your breaking point. His pulls almost all the way out before he thrusts into you fully, once, then again, then once more. Finally you scream your nails clawing into his back hardly able to breath, He thrusts deep inside you full once more causing you to cry out yet again.
A grin sweeps his face knowing that he had one feeling the way your body quivered and shook helpless to the pleasure he had just given you. When your body starts to calm and you catch your breath, he begins his deep thrusts again, quickly bringing you back to your peak. You cling to him having no control over your body as it begins to quiver and shake beneath him again. “TOM!!” You cry out hardly able to stand it.
“That’s my girl.” He says thrusting harder within you still, “Come on darling, let it go.” He whispered in your ear. As if you could stop or resist any longer. This time when your body tenses around him, and begins to shiver he joins thrusting inside your body completely and holding you there as he bursts inside of you holding you tight against him.
Both of you gasping for air hardly able or form a rational thought. Your bodies writhe together suffering the aftershocks of your vigorous love making. After a few moments he releases your knee and reaches up smoothing the hair back from your face, caressing your cheek as he looks into your eyes. Still slightly glazed over from the pleasure he’d just given you, and that you returned to him in spades.
His thumb caresses your lips which kiss the pad of it. He blinks slowly then leans in to kiss you sweetly. His fingers move to play with your hair. "I love you. So much."
You swallow the sudden lump in your throat. "I love you." He kisses you again, his palm resting on your cheek, fingertips in your hair. He kisses the tip of your nose, the tops of your flushed cheeks, your eyelids, your forehead and both corners of your mouth.
"Keep your eyes closed, sweetheart." He withdraws from your body. You shiver involuntarily. You start to peek. "Ah! I see you. No peeking, cheeky girl." You grin, knowing you're caught. With your eyes closed, you sit up and pull the top of your dress up, removing your bra. You tug your dress down. This vacation looked to be better than you expected. Today and tonight eclipsed last night. You sit cross legged, despite your lack of underwear. Tom was the only one here and he'd already seen your goodies. You feel around for your glass, parched from the moaning and screaming. You'd probably lose your voice by the end of this weekend you two kept this up. You down the wine, letting out a sigh.
Your little happy bubble radiated. He loved you. And you loved him. You couldn't wait to tell your mum even though she followed you both on twitter and had probably heard about the whole mess.
Tom moves up behind you, sitting so your back is against his chest. His long legs stretch out on either side. You feel his arms on either side of you.
"Open."A long black velvet box rests in his hands. You reach out tentatively and take the box. His arms curl around your waist and he buries his face in your hair. "I hope you like it."
You want to glance back at him but the way you're held, it's impossible. You open the box carefully. Sterling silver glints in the fire's glow. An emerald (your favorites and favorite color) tennis bracelet rests in the cream lining. A tiny half heart dangles from the clasp.
"Oh baby, I love it!"
"Good!" He takes the box from you and helps you clasp the bracelet. You shake it down to a comfortable resting spot then lift you arm, watching the fire light dance in the jewels.
You grin and lean your head back against his shoulder looking up at him, “You really know how to spoil me don’t you.” He grins and touches your chin to turn your face a bit more towards him and kissed your lips tenderly.
“mmmm.” He says approving of your taste, as sweet as ever. “I never grow tired of your soft delicious taste of your lips.” He says softly before consuming them again. His fingertips trial down your cheek to your neck then shoulder coming to rest on your breast as he begins to massage you every so sensually. After a moment the kiss parts and he looks down into your eyes.
This was the girl he adored, that he had dreamt about and longed for these many lonely months. This should have been your first date after the months you were apart, he was realizing that now. Embracing your body tighter back against him he rests his face to your neck rocking you both slightly. Being able to actually hold you instead of just dreaming only to awake to find himself alone was exceptional cruelty.
Tom sighed and rested his chin to your shoulder speaking gently, “I know that this is going to be difficult for you. Our relationship . . . but I can only hope . . . that perhaps our love is strong enough to survive it.” Your eyes turn downcast having thinking about it as well. “But, we will simply make public appearances, you’ll walk with me on the red carpet and attend premieres with me . . . . and when there is a free moment we’ll steal away to somewhere private, somewhere we can be alone, just the two of us.” He leans closer to your ear and whispers, “I promise you on everything I hold dear, that you will come first”
“After your career.” You reminded him as that was his main focus right now. He was so good at what he did, everyone wanted him. Not just in film but he had a fanatical fan following that would give him a cat bath from head to toe in an instant. You know you can’t get in the way of that and you wouldn’t want to.
He smiled and touched her chin pulling her back against giving her a grin before he devoured the taste of your lips once again. “Oh darling.” He whispers leaning you back further in his arms finding your lips again, his hand moving from your breast, sliding down your side coming to rest on your thigh. Continuing to kiss you passionately,
You return his kiss, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You could kiss him for hours. His hands continued to wander your body. They teased over your thighs, back over your belly and breasts then back down. He'd missed touching you, holding you, kissing you. He intended to do as much of that as he could.
"Care for dessert, sweetheart?"
"Depends on what it is." He reaches over your prone body for the lady covered plate.
He pulls the cover from the plate and your eyes light up. He grins seeing your expression. “Is that . . .”
“Tiramisu . . . your favorite.” He says leaning down and kissing your nose.
“You remembered?” You say sitting up with him.
“Darling, each time you ordered it when you had the opportunity, how could I forget the nearly orgasmic experience you had with each bite. Hmmm?” He asked reaching for the fork taking a small bit and holding it up to your lips feeding it to you.
“Mmmm.” You say closing your eyes savoring the taste. Tom grins and takes a bite himself, before feeding you another bite. “You like ‘puddings’ too you know.” You say giving him a sly look. “I’ve seen you squirrel away a stack of 8 large chocolate chip cookies from the Kraft services table taking them back to stash in your trailer.”
He grins feeding you another bite, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He says with a wink taking another bite for himself.
You’re eyes move to the rather large supply of whipped cream that was nearby. It wasn’t a traditional topping for Tiramisu as it was already incredibly sweet and a completely satisfying desert in itself. “What’s that?” You question.
Tom grins, “Oh, don’t worry. You’ll see.”
You smile knowing that he could be quite kinky when he wanted to be. He was an incredibly anxious, and giving lover, and did have a tendency to be a bit rough in the heat of passion. But not in a harmful or abusive way, just in a very enthusiastic way. When he wanted you to cum, you were going to cum weather you resisted him or not as was just proven. He was definitely the dominate feature in the bedroom, although every once in a while you got to tie him up and be the one in charge. Sometimes, you were able to make him cum first no matter how he tried to hold back. Who knew that such passionate love making could be so competitive?
“Hey, I left a message for Jade. My friend who does make-up or make-overs depending on what the case may be that helps me out when I do private photo shoots and she is available Friday afternoon. Kimberly has a space we can use with lighting, clothing and props. Did you have any particular theme you wanted for your new headshots or do I just get Carte blanche?” You say softly.
He smiles, “I trust you darling, you always make me look exceptional.” He says feeding you another bite of the scrumptious treat. “The only rule is that clothing stays on below the waist. I’m a stage and screen actor, not a porn star my love. Especially if you’re going to have others leading a hand.”
You grin mischievously, “Soooooo, since it’s just you and me tonight . . . when we get back to the room, can I take a few . . . you know, practice shots?” You say wiggling your eye brows suggestively.
“You know darling, I am fully aware that my being fully naked isn’t really very attractive.” He says seriously.
You stare at him with a blank look, “Are you completely high?” You say in astonishment, “How could you possibly think you aren’t absolutely beautiful in every way?”
“I did play rugby darling, I have a various variety of scars all over my person. The only reason they don’t show up on camera is because the make-up department has to basically airbrush me with a vat of cover up.” He said.
“And shame on them. Because I love your scars.” You reach up touching the scar on his lip and another one on his right air. “And your freckles. Especially the two in your left ear.” You run your hand down his back to his buttock, “Don’t even get me started on this fantastically delicious area.”
“Oh really?” He said taking one more bite of the desert before putting the fork down, “And what about some of my favorite features on you?” Reaching up he touches your lips, “The beautiful curve of your lips,” He says tracing them with his finger before kissing them, “The way your eyes light up, and your nose wrinkles just slightly when you try to suppress a laugh.” He leans closer kissing your nose. “The slight harry potterish scar that only those of us who get to see you in private get to see.” He leaned up kissing it gently. “How about the way you squirm and shutter when I kiss your wrist here." He picks up your hand turning it palm up and gently places gentle kisses over the extremely sensitive and tender area. It was a strange erogenous zone you weren’t even aware you had until he found it. “Mmm, I think this might be my favorite actually.” He picks up your other hand and kisses and caresses it the same as the other grinning seeing your entire person quiver. He could bring you to orgasm just by manipulating your wrists in just the right way. He was rather proud and delighted by this secret which no one knew about except him.
You look at him your eyes bright with lust and aroused desire, “You are wicked Mr. Hiddleston.”
“Oh darling.” He says a very Loki look in his eyes, “We’re just getting started my love.”
Tom stands up, adjusting himself. "I'm going to the bathroom. When I come back, I want you in nothing but your bracelet and those heels." He leans down and kisses your nose. His shoes click off down a hall.
You stand and wriggle out of the dress, tossing it onto the pile of his clothes and yours. You pour yourself a second glass of wine, laying on your stomach on the blankets.
This had to be one of the most romantic nights you'd shared with him. It made up for how big of a disaster last night had been. You sip the wine, staring into the fire.
He silently returns, watching you for a moment. He couldn't believe how lucky he was. This gorgeous woman accepted his fame and all that entailed. You supported him and loved him unconditionally.
He kissed the back of your knee. You cried out, surprised. His lips and tongue caressed up your thigh then moved to the other leg. You start to roll over.
"Nuh-uh." He lays a hand flat on your back, holding you down. Tom kisses and lightly bites your buttocks, paying equal attention to both sides. You squirm and sigh.

His tongue draws a line up your spine. You moan and bow your back, his hand move up your sides, sliding under you to cup your breasts.
"Your skin is so soft. I love touching you. I've missed it." He leans over you, nuzzling the back of your neck through your hair. "Your hair smells so sweet." He closes his eyes, breathing in deeply.
You set your glass aside, laying your head to the side. His touch makes you sigh. Soothing and arousing at the same time. This had to be heaven.
After several moments of silence Tom arched a brow and raises his head noting your change in breathing. He grins, “Are you sleeping darling?” He asks. Your eyes snap open realizing you had started to drift off.
“No!” You say quickly raising your head as well.
Tom can’t help but chuckle wrapping his arms around underneath you, “You were too, you were drifting off to sleep!” He says kissing your cheek as you shake your head. “Yes you were.”
“Well, good food, good wine, and a Tom blanket. It just doesn’t get any more cozy.” You confess.
He laughed and leans up turning you over onto your back beneath him before wrapping his arms around underneath you again looking down into your eyes. “Sorry love, you got to sleep last night and well into this morning. We have lost time to make up for.” He says with a grin kissing you gently. You grin and slide your hand into his beautiful hair as you kiss passionately once again letting your tongues touch and dance between each other’s lips.
After a few moments Tom looks down into your eyes stroking your face with his fingertips, “you don’t seem completely comfortable right now love, is everything alright?” Your eyes turn away before you smile and nod. He arches a brow knowing you a bit better then that by now, “You’re still a little worried about our being out in public.”
“Well I wouldn’t say this is public. If it was I wouldn’t be down to my birthday suit lying beneath you much less engaging in um . . . . vigorous activities?” You say wrinkling your nose at him with a smile.
“Hmmm.” He says kissing you again, “I wonder if you aren’t forcing yourself to say that because you still feel bad about the other night.”
“Tom, there is a reason I take pictures. I’m more comfortable behind a camera then in front of one. And you my love,” Reaching up you run your fingers through his hair loving the softness as it caresses your skin, “Make me feel more self conscious about everything I say, everything I do, everything I wear, every way I look when we’re out in public.” You confess. “You are genuinely good and kind man through and through. A lot of people think that it’s fake, and I’ll admit before I met you . . . even I thought it was somewhat put on. But it’s not. It’s real. You really are everything you seem to be.” You narrow your eyes slightly finding yourself rambling, “You know you can tell me to shut up at any point.”
“And stop you from saying such wonderful things?” He kisses you softly, “Honestly, I love to listen to you talk. I love the sound of your voice, I love the way you speak.” He kisses you again. “You short change yourself so often my darling. You have no idea how truly beautiful you are to me. There were nights I would go back to my hotel room exhausted from a full day of publicity, filming, and signing God knows how many autographs and taking pictures with an ocean of fans, but in the quiet darkness . . . all I could do was lie awake wishing that you were lying beside me. Just so I could hold you in my arms, feel your breath on my skin, taste your lovely lips.” He smiles seeing your eyes shimmer and shine as he speaks. He leans down resting his face to the soft warm nape of your neck, “There was a day or two when we did stunts when I didn’t move fast enough or missed my mark and went back to my trailer in so much pain, all I could think was that the perfect remedy would be a kiss from you.”
Closing your eyes you wrap your arms tighter around him holding on tight. You had felt so strongly about him for a long time but you never thought he returned the feeling, not really. You always expected to pick up the paper or turn on your computer one day to find that he was seeing someone knew, or had fallen in love, or even engaged. “Oh Tom,” You breathe hugging a little tighter, “I’ll kiss anything that hurts if it makes it feel even a little bit better.” You promise.
He grins raising his head looking down at you, “I know you will my love. As I will always lavish you with kisses to heal you.” He lowered his head between your breasts placing a tender kiss over your heart before looking into your eyes once more, “Anything that’s in pain.” He promised.
Usually it was hard to stay in such an intensely romantic moment. You would do anything it took to draw the mood into a lighter one. Just because of how uncomfortable it made you, and how much you were afraid of getting hurt having been used badly in the past. But that problem seemed to be getting less and less when you were with Tom. He was such a hopeless romantic, and always was open with his feelings. He was incredibly empathetic, and so full of love that when he smiled it just seemed to leak from him spreading happiness to everyone around him.
The two of you begin to kiss again anxiously, in a tender and loving embrace. After a few moments, the passion growing between you, you wrap your thigh around his middle and the two of you shift as you roll over so that he’s on his back beneath you as you straddle his abdomen sitting up straight. His large strong hands resting on your thighs as he gazes up at you with a gleam in his eye and a small smile on his lips. “You are so beautiful.” He says gently admiring such a wondrous view.
His hands moved up your thighs around over your ass. "I love your ass l. It's like a juicy peach. And when you wear those tight jeans, I want to bite it." He squeezes both cheeks and lifts his hips. He's already getting hard again.
You take his lead, roaming your hands down his arms. "I love your arms. The way they hold me. The way they hold you above me."
He grins. This could take awhile. His palms skim up your back, teasing the tips up your spine. You wiggle and sigh. Just like your wrists, he knew your spine was a hard line to your arousal. He groans, feeling your wet center slide over his now hard, fully erect cock.

His hands glide over your belly then cup your breasts, kneading the luscious minds. "I love your breasts. The soft supple way they form to my hands. The way your nipples respond to my hands and mouth. The way they look in your tops and the tasty lingerie you wear for me." He leans up and kisses the tops of your breasts then each nipple.
He lays back down. You graze your nails down his chest. "I love your chest. Because it holds your your heart. And mine." He draws a breath through currents l clenched teeth. He might know your secret spots but you know his.
He cups your face and sits up again. "I love everything about you. Your face, your body, your mind, your personality. Everything."
You close the distance between your lips. The tender kiss increases in intensity, leaving you both gasping and grinding against each other. He reaches between you and grips his shaft. He touches you softly, finding you ripe and ready, still sweet and swollen from earlier. You rest your hands on his shoulders. His left hand grips your hip. He guides himself inside you, working his hips until he can go no further.
Your head drops back, pleasure snaking up your spine. His arms wrap around you, pressing your breasts to his chest. His knees bow out. You rock your hips to meet his short thrusts.
His lips trace your neck. "You look so sweet, flushed and gasping."
This was a dream. It had to be. To have such a man hold you and take you with such anxious enthusiasm. You’re hands slide down over his shoulders clutching to his back as your hips continue to match his rhythm.
Your eyes close and your head drops back as you’re breathing becomes slightly erratic overwrought with the pure pleasure of his body against yours, of his being inside of you. His soft cries and moans of pleasure sending tingles down your spine as your thighs quiver around his hips.
His movements become a bit harder, and deeper wanting to hear your sounds of pleasure as well. You gasp hardly able to draw a breath as his arms embrace you tightly, he thrusts deeper and harder still. With each movement, you can’t hold back the gasps of pure ecstasy.
Feeling your body beginning to tense, his hands move over your back then down grasping your hips holding you firmly in place. His eyes open looking up at you, wanting to watch as your body begins to shudder and shake. He continues at a steady pace as you ride out an intense climax that takes your breath away. Your hands clutching to him as you have little or no control over your body’s convulsions.
When your body starts to calm, his movements begin a bit more vigorously setting your body aflame once again. “Tom!” You gasp holding to him. He grins pressing his teeth to your skin a moment, but never taking his eyes from your face. A few more deep thrusts as you both share a body shaking climax. Both gasping for breath, you continue to cling to each other’s sweat covered bodies.
After a few moments you open your eyes looking down at him, and smile cupping his beautiful face in your hands. He looks up at you meeting your gaze with his eyes shining. Both of you grin, before you engage in a deep passionate kiss. His arms pulling you tighter against his strong firm body never wanting to let you go again.
Although short, it was a magical two days in the country. It seemed after dinner the first night, you didn’t really wear clothes that much until it was time to get in the car and come back to London. It was heavenly.
Once you were back, Tom dropped you off at your apartment the returned to his place. After putting your clothes in the wash and your things away you open a bottle of wine and fill your glass setting it beside your computer. You just sit there, starring at it for several moments almost afraid to turn it on. Reaching over you take a sip of wine for courage replacing the glass and turning on the monitor.
You had hundreds of pictures that you took on your holiday to upload to your hard drive, which was the first thing you did avoiding the internet at all costs. You knew you were going to have to face it sooner or later and sighed clicking on your e-mail box. Your eyes go wide, “Jesus Christ.” You say finding your inbox not only full but bursting.
Taking another drink of wine you start to scroll through separating e-mails from friends and family and anything that looked like it had to do with work, and then avoiding opening the rest. Your eyes are wide as some of the subject headings were quite clear. “How the hell did these people get my e-mail?” Closing your eyes you sigh, “They got it off my website. Of course they did.” Shaking your head you continue sorting through everything knowing you were going to have to close this account and open a new one.
A few hours later your phone rings and you answer it, “Kimberly? Hi!”
“Oh Good, I was afraid that you had been captured by rabid fan girls and were being tortured in some nondescript place. How come you haven’t returned my phone calls?” Kim asks.
“Because I jerked the battery out of my phone the day before yesterday and only put it back in when we got home this morning.” You reply.
“Ahhh, I see. I can understand that. Then you’ve seen all the gossip and ‘news’ going around about you two then?”
“Yeah, I know. I’ve seen it. I’ve heard it . . . trying really really hard to get over it. Are you and Jade still willing to do his photos tomorrow?” You say hoping that she wasn’t calling to cancel.
“I have a space set up, and Jade has her makeup kits at the ready. Should we expect anyone else?” She says.
“No, definitely a closed shoot. Just me, you, Tom and Jade. If anyone else turns up I say we jump in the car, drive until the engine dies, and then finish the photo shoot wherever we stop.”
Kimberly laughs, “Well I don’t think THAT will be necessary. I tell you woman, when you burst onto the media scene you do it in a big way. Assuming the two of you are going to be arriving together, we’ll expect to meet up with you around 2:30pm tomorrow?”
“Sounds good. I’ll call Tom and let him know.” You pause a moment, “Thanks Kim. You have no idea how much I appreciate this.”
"This is excellent, Kim. Truly." You look around the room. You'd get his head shots then go to the fun stuff.
Your phone vibrates. Its Tom. "Hey handsome."
"Hey beautiful. I'm almost there. Traffic is a bear."
"No problem. We're still getting props and wardobe."
"Darling"
"We're doing your head shots first then I'm going to have fun playing dress up with you."
"Uh oh."
"Don't worry, baby. Your pants will stay on." His tickled laughter brings a smile to your face. "At least until we get home." His laugh renews.
"I'm pulling into the lot now."
"See you in a few. I love you."
"I love you." Your heart squeezes in your chest. You just can't get over that he loves you.
The lights are all set. Your camera ready to go. Nervous energy had you fidgeting. The door opened.
"Sweetheart?"
"Over here! " He rounds a set piece. You bit your bottom lip. You want so badly for him to love this idea. He'd never let you photograph him officially before. And you were going all out in case he said never again. "So?"
"Is this what I think it is?"
You nod, faintly tasting cooper. Have you ever been this uncertain of a client? No. But he wasn't just a client.
"Hammer horror. Darling, you are so utterly different. I love it." His arms circle your waist. You shyly wrap your arms around his shoulders.
"I was worried you'd hate it."
"Pffft, I don't hate anything about you."

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Quit necking and let's get to work!" Jade bursts through a door in the set. "I need to muck you up so let's make you pretty shall we? Well prettier. God, you're going to let me touch him? You really are. Sit your ass, hot pants." Tom looks at you with wide eyes.
"Has she been drinking?" You stifle a giggle.
"No baby, she's just crazy but I adore her."
The professional photos take no time. He wore his dark blue shirt from High Rise filming. You take shots with and without his leather jacket. Serious, smiling, smoldering, laughing. Head, torso, full body.
Then the fun begins. Kimberly brings in a few costumed extras. Tom's a natural at play acting Christopher Lee's Dracula. Fuck, this man is sexy. It's his portrayal of Peter Cushing's Baron von Frankenstein that blows you away.
Afterward, you thank Kimberly and Jade and the extras. Tom wraps his arm around your waist as you walk. "I can't wait to see the pieces. You're great to work with."

"I'd love to have you model for me again." You rest your head on his shoulder.

"Come by the flat after dinner. Bring your camera." You raise an eyebrow. "I'll let you take some shots without the pants." You swallow. "For our private collection." He kisses you soundly, leaving you breathless. You watch him pull away.
Tom is lighting candles having opened a bottle of wine and pouring two glasses. Just then the buzzer of the call box at the front gate rang. He blew out the match putting down the box and walked over pressing the button.
“You’re late.” He looked at his watch, “12 minutes.”
“You’re lucky I made it at all, open the damn gate.” You snap. His smile fades hearing the agitation in your voice.
“Alright darling, one moment.” He punches in the code to open the gate. Taking a cheese tray out of the fridge he sets it on the table with the wine glasses when a knock comes to the door. He hurries over opening it and you push in past him. “What is it? What’s wrong?” He asks closing the door.
“Ya know, I never realized that a lowly photographer going out with a celebrity would be such a health hazard.” You sigh reaching up pushing the hood of your sweater back taking off your sunglasses before you turn and look at him. His eyes go wide horrified seeing a bruised mark on your face.
“My God.” He says in horror walking over and cupping your face in his hand, “What happened? Who did this to you?” He touches the dark bruise ever so lightly with his thumb causing you to flinch.
“I don’t know if four fan girls constitutes a mob, but they were waiting for me by my car when I finished the period set shoot today.” You say with a sigh of frustration slipping your hands in the pocket of your sweater.
“Oh sweetheart,” He says in horror pulling you closer kissing your forehead before folding you in his arms. “I’m so sorry.” He says hugging you fully against him. “The majority of my fans are so generous, brilliant, kind, and phenomenal. They would applaud that I found someone that makes my heart sing as you do. Makes me so happy just to be near.”
“Yeah well. There’s a 0.5% that’s making everyone else look bad.” You say still quite rattled by the whole incident. He kisses you again before taking your hands in his.
“You’ll stay here with me for a few days, we’ll call Luke and I’ll release a statement condemning this . . . unspeakably inappropriate and barbaric behavior. In the meantime I’ll see what can be done about finding you some personal security for when you go out in public so this doesn’t happen again.” He promises genuine regret and sincere concern in his eyes. You look down and nod before he kisses your hands and pulls you into his embrace once more. “I’m sorry darling, I truly am.” He says again not knowing how he could apologize enough.
“It . . . looks worse than it is.” You say with a sigh, “I’m just being a ‘mewling quim’ at the moment.”
“Hmmm. Normally I would laugh and be flattered you quoting one of Loki’s lines from the Avengers.” He pulls back and looks at you, “But considering we are both fully aware of what it means, I would be most grateful if you never used that term to refer to yourself again.” He reaches up smoothing your hair back from your eyes tucking it behind your ear. “Yes?”
You smile a little, “Okay.” You say with a nod.
“Good. Now, we have a little time before dinner is ready and I think you could use a drink.” He says taking your hand and kissing your knuckles then covering it with his other holding it tight.

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