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Code Blue	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Hiddleston Views: 2055 -:- 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're still fully pissed off when you arrive for your shift. You throw your things in your locker, slamming the door hard enough to startle a couple of nearby co-workers.
                Maggie is sitting at the desk when you get there. Her expression is unreadable when she sees you.
                You look at your watch. "Well, he's a no-show. Big shocker" you mumble. "No surprise that he abandoned this project."
                "You're talking about Tom, I assume?" Maggie asks. "Oh, he's here. He showed up early, in fact. He came in, asked for our boss, and somehow through his clearly seething mood, very calmly demanded to switch floors, effective immediately. He told Doc how you've been treating him. He brought up everything you said... everything you both said, actually. He also told him about the prank Chad orchestrated."
                "Oh, that's just bloody perfect" you groan. "Playing tattletale."
                Maggie narrows her eyes at you. "You know what? I don't blame him. Aside from that kiss, or whatever you two had going on there, you've been nothing but rude to Tom. Not too short of verbal abuse, that's what Doc said. He's been trying really hard to do well while he's here, and you do nothing but shut him down. How well do you think it's going to go over when he does his film and represents health care employees based on his terrible experience here?" Maggie stands up. "I have go print out something" she says, and walks away.
                You stare after her. This is fucking ridiculous. "You know what. I'm done." You walk away from the desk, heading back to the locker room. You grab your purse and your bag, throwing everything in the locker in the bag. One of the newer nurses watches you, confused. You storm down the hall past the now full nurses station headed to the nursing care manager's office. Turning the corner, you bump right into Tom and the manager. He reaches up on reflex to steady you.
                "Just the person I was looking for."
                "I could say the same. I'm tendering my resignation. Effective immediately."
                "What?" Tom looks shocked. "You can't just-"
                "I can. And I did. I am." You turn and walk away but your supervisor grabs your wrist.
                "(Y/n), hold on a minute. You can't just quit."
                "Yes I can." You're furious. Beyond words. The whole nurse's station is staring in disbelief. "I'm tired of working days off for people who don't want to come in. Working doubles to cover for people too fucking hung over, sleeping it off in the treatment room." You look directly at Chad. "And Nurse Hardass won't be here to save your ass next time you almost kill a child because you're not paying attention."
                You look directly at Tom. "And you can go fuck yourself. Not me this time."
                "(Y/n) wait!" You burst through the ward doors. They slam behind you, effectively dropping the mic.
                That evening, you stand in your kitchen on a chair having removed everything from your cupboards as you scrub the walls and shelves of each one. Your hair is tied up in a bandana, and you have music playing to drown out anything else that might bug you. It just seemed like a good time to do some spring cleaning.
                When you finish washing all of your dishes and putting them back in their places, you take off your gloves rubbing your face a bit. Coming down off of such a huge outburst of anger, emotional highs, and the aftershock of realizing you had just quit your job without two weeks notice . . . . . you had to do something to keep from losing your mind.
                Going to the fridge you take out another beer and pop off the cap taking a deep drink. You didn’t drink when you were on the job, but today . . . . you needed to. You bought a case on the way home and this was the 6th one since you put them in the fridge.
                Sweeping the floor, you get out a mop and start to scrub down the tile. Had been a while since you did this level of cleaning, you were usually to tired and didn’t have time. It was almost 9pm when you finished the kitchen and the dining room and even though you were thoroughly grungy, everything was completely clean and sterile.
                Picking up the bucket to go dump it out in the bathroom, you stop coming face to face with Tom. You hadn’t heard him come in with the radio still playing, really too loudly this time of night in an apartment complex. Walking over he turns off the radio and everything falls silent. “Don’t you knock.” You say not really feeling like fighting. It wasn’t just that you were physically tired, but the emotional rollercoaster you’d been on all week finally took it’s toll. Walking passed him you go into the bathroom pouring the dirty water out.
                “I tried, but you couldn’t hear me.” He says following after you. “I’ve been calling you all day. People from the hospital have been trying to get a hold of you, but your phones been turned off.”
                “Yeah well. Pretty sure my immature, epic, bitch-fit said everything didn’t it.” You walk back out of the bathroom flipping off the light going back into the kitchen putting the mop and cleaning supplies back in the broom closet.
                You started to walk passed him again but he holds his hands up in front of you to stop you as it seemed you weren’t going to stop long enough to give him the time of day if you could help it. “I came to apologize to you.”
                Rolling your eyes you throw up your hands in frustration, “For fucks sake, why?!” You demand really not understanding this.
                “Because. You explained to me already how working at the hospital is like working in a small town. Everyone knows everyone else’s business, and the Jr. High bullshit flows freely. I wasn’t seeing it because I haven’t worked there as long as you have, and even then it’s not in the same capacity. I realize that everyone treats me much differently than they would if I were just another nurse or trainee. I know that it’s probably trying to do your job with sick people who need help, while having to be the one mature person in a sea of raging hormones and immaturity is trying enough without adding a wild card like me into the mix whose career has nothing to do with the medical field.” You just stare at him before walking over and picking up your beer taking another large drink. He watched you a moment, “I thought you didn’t drink.” He says softly.
                “Yeah well, today I do. Like a fish.” You say taking yet another long drink.
                He walks a little closer looking at you, “Your supervisor says in the four years you’ve worked at the hospital you’ve never taken any holidays, and simply skipped your vacations as well as go in whenever you’re called regardless how long it’s been between days off. Is that true?”
                “I’m a control freak, haven’t you figured that out yet? I like things to be done a certain way. Can’t get them done correctly if I’m not there.” You say looking at your bottle.
                “And it makes it harder on you because you don’t come across others with your work ethic very often, doesn’t it.” He says keeping his voice soft so you knew he was holding up the white flag. You glance at him taking another drink of beer.
                “Yeah, then you get names pinned on you like ‘Hard Ass’ and ‘Old Iron Pants’ and some other less complimentary titles that they think I don’t know they call me when I’m not in the room. Because I like to do my job right, and I tend to make sure everyone else is doing their jobs right too.” You sigh crossing your arms leaning against the counter looking at him. “What did you want me to tell Chad? The original prankster who I can tell you wasn’t putting his best efforts into the ‘condom’ gag. He has far worse up his sleeve, and done far worse. You wanted off my floor and I don’t blame you a bit. I’m not usually pushed over the edge like this so easily.”
                “Well, after reviewing the facts in their entirety I have to say that I’m surprised you haven’t gone off of the edge before now.” He admits. “I’m not usually prone to fits of tears on a regular basis either, it really has been quite the week. Not what you would call normal days.” You half smile looking at him before looking away finishing your beer. “I didn’t mean to make things more complicated for you. I honestly didn’t. You did give me quite the start when you said what you did at breakfast. I wasn’t expecting it.”
                “Well you sort of caught me off guard by what you said too. I didn’t see that one coming out of left field.” You admit turning around and leaning on the counter standing next to him.
                “So could we start again?” He asks cautiously trying not to sound to pushy or send you off into another flat out rage.
                “What did you have in mind?” You question looking at him.
                “Friends?” He questions wondering if that would be an acceptable level of relationship.
                You look at him a moment, “With benefits?”
                He half smiles looking into your eyes, “Is that what you want?”
                “How about a lease with an option to buy?” You say playfully with half a laugh. “Honestly? That’s about the level of commitment I can take right now. Giving or receiving. I had fun with you and everything, but . . . I mean I might be coming off as a total whore right now but, . . . . .” Reaching up you covered your face with your hand. This was just all coming out wrong.
                “No no, not at all.” He says reaching over taking your hand pulling you closer, “I like the friends with benefits idea. I have to say, I had fun with you too. Women I’ve been out with before have either been intimidated by me, or try to run me down trying to elicit a wedding ring. Always makes for an awkward date and not usually leaving a desire for a repeat of it.” Reaching up he tucks the stray strand of hair off your face behind your ear. “But with you, . . . . I really did have fun. Perhaps so much that I got a little carried away in trying to push you into something you didn’t want.”
                “So then. FWB?” You ask holding out your hand. He smiles and gives a nod taking your hand as you shake.
                “Deal.” He agrees. You start to pull your hand away but he raises it quickly to his lips and kisses your knuckles before releasing it. You give him a sly look and he winks at you. Walking over to the fridge you open it taking out another beer. Tom looks past you seeing that all that was in your fridge was beer. It was pretty much empty otherwise. “Have you eaten yet?”
                You pop the cap off looking at him taking a sip. He arches a brow giving you a look, “What? It’s hops, it’s barley, it’s a meal.”
                “How about I call for some take out.” He suggests. You roll your eyes slightly waving your hand as he was going to pretty much do it anyway and he takes out his phone dialing the local Chinese restaurant walking into the living room.
                “Fucking glutton for punishment.” You say under your breath.
                While you waited for dinner to be delivered, you took a shower, rinsing off all the dirt from every crevice of your arms, your face, your knees. Even under your fingernails, despite wearing gloves the whole time. You thought about what you had done today, what you had said to your boss. And it hit you like a ton of bricks. You didn't have a job. You had all but told your boss to fuck off, you had essentially abandoned your patients to what you knew were people who couldn't care for them as well as you could, and you had probably burned a bridge. Well not just plain burned. You threw gasoline on it and fired up a blowtorch to it. And it was just a little more than you could take at the moment. But what were you supposed to do? You couldn't exactly go back now, could you?
                You cut off the water and wrapped yourself up in the fluffier towel you could find. After drying off a bit, you slid on your favorite sweatpants, the ones that rode low in your hips, and your most comfortable top. You brushed your wet hair out and squeezed the last bit of water out from the tips. Standing in front of your vanity, you spot Tom in the mirror watching you. He's leaned up against the doorway with a satisfied smile. "How long have you been watching me?"
                "Only a moment, my dear. Are you hungry? The food is finally here," he said. You only just now realized how hungry you were, having skipped lunch entirely. "Starving!" you exclaimed. He laughed as you walked toward him and then out into the small dining room. "Well then, dinner is served, milady." "Milady? You sound like you've been a part of one too many Shakespeare productions with that, Tom," you giggled at him. "No such thing, I'm afraid, as too much Shakespeare. Only not enough!" he joked back. The two of you sat down to eat.
                Throughout dinner, you kept thinking about what to do about work. You couldn't very well not have a job. Although, a break or short vacation certainly sounded appealing. You thought out loud, using Tom as a sound board to work out your plans. "I mean, I have enough to last for a couple months. Working overtime and doubles certainly is good for that. But I don't want to just sit around all day, you know? I need a purpose, I need a reason to get out of bed in the morning. Otherwise I may turn into nothing but a blob on the couch watching soap operas. And that is just NOT what I want."
                "Why don't you take a couple days, then?" Tom poses the question. "It's not the worst idea, it might make you feel better. I'll talk to your boss in the morning, if you want, and see what she says. They certainly seemed willing to take you back when I left this evening." You paused. Going back wasn't your first choice, by a long shot. But you couldn't think about what might happen if the wrong nurse got to one of your patients.
                Tom continued, "You probably don't have to make a decision right now, but I think you should call them in the morning." You sighed. "I should. And I probably will. Lord knows I can't just leave my little ones in the shit like I did, it's not right for them." "That sounds more like the harass nurse I know," Tom smiled and winked at you.
                you pause eating a moment giving him a look. Just because you knew of the names you were called, didn’t mean you wanted them to follow you and be carved into your headstone when you finally kicked. Tom clears his throat realizing you might not have taken that as playfully as he meant it. “Sorry.”
                Reaching up you rub your eyes slightly shaking your head, “No, I’m sorry.” You say with a roll of your eyes, “Now who’s being the overly sensitive one.” You poke at your food a moment before you say with a frustrated sigh, “Look . . . thanks for dinner and everything. I appreciate you coming by and waving the white flag at me after I eviscerated you and raked you over the coals, but I think if you stay any longer you’re just going to be subjected to more of the same. I never use PMS as an excuse for anything, but I think this month it’s taken what little sanity I had left and run off with it.”
                Tom looks at you understanding you were saying you were on your period without needing further explanation, a bad one it seemed from an outsiders perspective. “Feeling a bit under the weather physically?”
                “Oh you have no idea. Bloating, backache, aching all over, cramps . . . .” You pause closing your eyes and cringing that you’d just said that. “Good God I need my mouth taped shut.”
                He chuckles a bit, “It’s alright darling, I do know about these things. My parents divorced when I was just a child and I grew up in a house with my mother and two sisters. Once a month things did get rather lively. You don’t have to be embarrassed.”
                “Yeah as far as sexy conversation goes, that’s really not it, is it.” You arch a brow not minding a bit of kink but that might have crossed your level of adventurousness in that area. “Is it?” Good God you hoped he wasn’t that sort of freak.
                “No darling,” He says with a chuckle, “As I said, I understand completely.” He was well aware of the mood such symptoms could put any woman in, and he didn’t blame them for it one bit. You expect him to get up to leave but he just continues eating.
                “Okay, yeah. That was a subtle hint for you to pound pavement man.” You say seriously.
                He finishes chewing his bite and swallows putting down the box he’d been eating from. “I think I have a better idea.” He stands and disappears into the kitchen for a moment. Wow, you’d just given him fair warning yet it seemed like he had a death wish. Tom comes back carrying with him a large Vanilla Drumstick with him that had fudge filling. He takes your hand pulling you from the floor to the couch giving you the ice cream.
                “Ice cream?” Hmmm, maybe his other talents outside of acting was mind reading. You had actually been feeling like you would kill someone for a Klondike bar. Instantly you open the cone and start to eat. Closing your eyes as they nearly roll back in your head at the sinful bliss of it. But you were honestly in no mood to go back out shopping after the beer run. He sits down on the couch pulling your legs up onto his lap before he starts rubbing your feet and ankles. “Oh . . . . fuck.” That felt SO beyond good. Tom just smiles as his strong hands move over your tired and sore feet and legs. You almost devour the cone and lick your fingers, before resting your head back against the arm of the couch. Your entire body starting to surrender and relax under his touches.
                The sun shines through the curtains you didn't close. The couch feels extra lumpy and then you remember.
                You finished the 30 pack and Tom's skilled hands massaged your bad mood out of your feet, back and neck. You had ended the night passed out and relaxed on top of him on the couch.
                He really was a nice guy. If you weren't so emotionally unavailable, he'd be perfect. You watch him sleep. Today was Saturday. You'd make up for the last two by taking your friend shopping.
                A knock on the door woke him up. "Hey you." He squeezes you.
                "Hey. There's someone at the door." You brace yourself on his shoulders and lift up. The knock continues. You feel nasty and look down. Yup, you bled through. Your head snaps around to Tom. Thankfully, there's none on him. You grab your hoodie and tie it around your waist.
                You open the door to Maggie, grinning at you to beat the band. "Olive branch." She holds out two Starbucks venti coffees and a bag of pastries. You leave the door open for her. She shuts it behind her.
                Tom emerges from the bathroom. "I'll put on coffee." He leans down and kisses your temple. You close your eyes and savor it then disappear into the bathroom.
                "I'm surprised to see you here."
                "I could say the same."
                "Yea well, we all treated her shitty."
                "Agreed. Listen, can you let her know I'm going to my hotel? If she wants to do anything, she has my number."
                "Will do."
                You hear the door close and come out, dressed for your run. "Thanks for breakfast. I'll eat it after my run."
                "Look. I'm trying to apologize. The whole floor is in shock. And Brian has been trying to call you since you left."
                "I'll call him on Monday."
                Maggie nods. "He said to tell you until he hears from you, he's putting it down as administrative vacation." It's your turn to nod. "Chad's on suspension pending investigation. Brian's not happy with any of us. Including you for covering for everyone."
                "I can see that."
                Maggie can tell she's being dismissed. She stands from the table. "We need you. Those kids need you. Jacob's been asking about you."
                "I'll think about it. I told Tom the same thing."
                "Call me later. We need to hang out outside of work again." You walk her out, locking the door behind you. The run would be longer today.
                Instead of the usual four or so miles, you didn't even stop to look at your GPS until you had hit almost six that morning. 'Wow, I must have needed this more than I thought,' you mused. Running always gave you a bit of clarity, and it was something you desperately needed after the last week. After you got back to you place, you showered and sat down to enjoy the pastry Maggie had picked up for you. Chocolate croissant, your very favorite. You devoured it, not having had one in a while. As you finished the last bite, your phone rang. It was Tom.
                "Good morning, how was your run, darling?" he greeted you. "Very good, and very long today for some reason. I had a lot of stuff on my mind."
                "I can imagine so."
                "What do you have planned for the day? I hope nothing too strenuous, you need your rest too, you know," you warned him.
                "Well, I was hoping you would help me with that. Chris is supposed to get in in just a couple of hours, and Jaimie shortly afterwards. Would you mind coming with me to pick them up? I'd love for you to meet them, and I know they would just adore you, especially Chris."
                "Of course Tom, I would love to," you answer. It wasn't every day you got to be Chris Hemsworth's personal welcoming committee.
                You and Tom wait patiently in the far side of the security gate for him to walk through, restrictions being what they were. And after a moment, there was no denying Thor himself was casually strolling through the gates. He smiled when he recognized Tom, and Tom grinned back. He grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to the rope. "I can't wait for you to meet him, you'll just love him," Tom gushed to you. As Chris got closer, the two men held their arms out to each other in a hug that indicated just how close they'd become in all their filming.
                "It's so good to see you again, Chris!" "I could say the very same, Tom! I'm so excited to be here!" Chris looks over to you and smiles. "Oh, you must be (y/n)," Chris says pulling you in for a hug of your own. His massive upper body practically swallows you up, and he says "Tom has told me so much about you!"
                "Oh, has he now?"
                Chris smiles as Tom takes his bag for him, “Jaimie is going to be coming in just a few hours, I thought if you were hungry we could get lunch.”
                “Sounds wonderful I’m beyond starving. The food on the plane never does seem to improve. No matter what class or airline.” Chris admits. You and Tom help him gather this things before the three of you go to a restaurant that isn’t too far away. It’s what you would call upscale since there is Valet parking.
                Once seated and food had been ordered you sip your lemonade having been feeling incredibly thirsty all day. Although admittedly, you were feeling better today then you had the last few weeks. Tom and Chris were throwing out ideas back and forth to each other about what they were going to do as a performance at the hospital. Every once in a while they’d turn to you and see if one of the ideas was plausible and okay for the kids. So far it all seemed very safe and doable and the kids were absolutely going to love it.
                Tom and Chris were talking back and forth and you check your watch. Jaimie was going to be getting in pretty soon. “If you take Chris to the hotel I’ll go pick up Jaimie.” You offer.
                “Are you sure?” Tom asks.
                “I’m less likely to get mobbed if I go. Probably be easier all the way around if I just go.” You say standing putting your purse over your shoulder. He and Chris look at each other giving a nod. You turn to start to leave but paused, “Do you guys want to call her and let her know I’m coming? So she doesn’t think I’m some crazed fan trying to shove her into my car?”
                The y laugh before you head out the door. To be honest you were grateful for the reprieve. Although you weren’t exactly star struck by the two of them, it felt weird eating lunch with Loki and Thor.
                When Jaimie arrives at the gate you wave to her and she smiles coming over to you. “Tom called and said that you were my ride?” She questions.
                “That’s me.” You help her gather her things at the baggage claim before the two of you get into your jeep and you head to the hotel where Chris and Tom were staying and she’d been booked in. “Thank you for flying all the way here to do this. The kids are all going to be so happy and thrilled to see you.”
                “I like kids. Tom was incredibly excited about it, and I certainly couldn’t turn him down.” She explained. “Do you work at the hospital?”
                “Uh . . . maybe.” You really didn’t know, it was still kinda up in the air. “I’ve been working in the pediatric ward for the past 3 years. I started at the hospital 4 years ago.”
                “Tom gushes about you. He’s very impressed by how hard you work with the kids.” Jaimie says with a smile. “It’s really cool what you do. I don’t think I could do it.”
                You smile, “You’d be surprised how many people think that. I think Tom struggles with it a bit.”
                “I have no doubt. He’s such an incredibly soft heart, kind and generous. No matter what, he’s always got a smile for everyone when we’re onset. And beyond funny.” Jaimie says.
                “I’m learning that about him.” You agree.
                When you arrive at the hotel, the bell boys unload Jaimie’s things and take her up to her room while you call Tom to let him know she’d arrived and that you had errands to run and were going to take off. He thanks you again for retrieving Jaimie before you hang up and you go out and get back in your car driving away.
                You had shopping to do as you couldn’t very well live off of beer by itself, and you needed to get some other supplies and odds and ends. Thank God your period was almost over. This one had been a bad one but at least it went by quickly.
                Your fridge and freezer fully stocked and cupboard no longer bare, you open up a bottle of wine and your balcony door. You lean against the banister, watching the your neighbors come and go on the Saturday afternoon. This was so rare. You decide you want music. Thankfully, you plug your phone into your stereo and use your Pandora. CCR seems fitting for the hot summer afternoon.
                You wake up to the sound of your phone ringing and wrinkle your nose slightly. You were having some good dreams and the wine had put you to sleep at some point. Reaching over you pick it up seeing Tom’s number popped up.
                “Hello?” You say answering the phone.
                “Would you like to come out to dinner with me, Chris and Jaimie?” He asks.
                “No, I’m okay. Got some laundry I need to get done.”
                There’s a long pause before he speaks again, “Are you sure? Because I would really love it if you came with us.”
                “I’m sure. You need time with your friends, and I need time with wine and laundry.” You repeat from before. “Go on, I’m fine.”
                “Okay. If you’re certain.” He says reluctantly not happy to hear you were drinking again tonight. You were a grown woman, it was your choice. It wasn’t like he didn’t have an occasional drink himself but at the same time the turn around you had was startling. You went from not drinking, to the opposite extreme. “I’ll talk to you again soon.” When he hangs up you toss your phone to the side on the couch before standing and stretching your back. You’d actually already finished your laundry. It was clean, folded and put away. You just didn’t want to go out with the celebrity crowd again. It was incredibly uncomfortable.
                Instead, you head into the bathroom and jump into the shower. It was a good time to do some detailing so you soap up and wash a few times before shaving your legs, armpits, and whatever else there was before washing again. When finished you get out of the shower and comb our your hair putting in conditioner before braiding it on either side of your head. You felt much better and thank God, it seemed that time of the month was over and had passed. You didn’t think with everything else going on you were going to make it through another day of that nonsense.
                Coming out of the bathroom you turn off the light and head into the kitchen. You stop midstep before coming back into the living room and putting your hand on your hip. “Do you have a key or something to my apartment I don’t know about?”
                Tom smiles, “You never lock your door. You should, it isn’t safe.”
                “I thought you were going to dinner?”
                “I did. That was 3 hours ago.” Huh? You check the time. Wow, you were in the shower forever. You had no idea you’d taken so long. “Everything alright?”
                “Fine. Just . . . showering.” You shook your head wondering why on earth you’d taken so long. “So shouldn’t you be with Jaimie and Chris?”
                “It was a long flight for both of them. They wanted to have an early night so we could get a fresh start in the morning. Our costumes are supposed to arrive tomorrow evening.” He reported, “I thought I’d come by and bring desert.” He said holding up a bag. You half smile shaking your head. He was very sweet, and very brave to keep coming to your apartment after seeing how witchy you could be to anyone and everything regardless of how nice they were trying to be. You sigh and give a nod in surrender sitting down at the table with him as he hands you a small box and a fork before taking out his own sitting next to you.
                Opening the box you find New York cheesecake with a huge dab of whipped cream and fresh strawberries. Taking a bite it was definitely sinfully delicious. He certainly knew how to spoil you didn’t he.
                "Tom, as long as you bring this with you every time you come, you will never have to worry about coming in unannounced," you said, you head tilted back and your eyes closed. You heard his signature "Ehehehe", and couldn't help but laugh yourself. You peeked your eyes open and saw him looking at you quite intently.
                "What? What are you looking at, do I have something on my face?" you worry. You brought a hand to your mouth to feel for anything, but Tom reaches for it and brings it to his own mouth. His eyes darken just a bit as he placed a small kiss in your palm and whispered, "No, my dear...nothing."
                You felt your heart quicken as you stared back at him, and he released your hand gently. He reached over and brushed a lock of your bangs out of your eyes. "Eat up darling...you need your energy." You felt your breath hitch just a little as you reply, "Do I?"
                A small sly grin crept up on Tom's face. "Yes, I've been concerned about you. You don't eat nearly as well as you need to. I intend to fix that." "And you thought cheesecake would be a good place to start?" you said with your own little grin.
                "Well...I knew you would like it."
                He wasn't wrong about that, that's for sure.
                "Do you have to up early? Do you need to be getting back to your hotel?" you ask, hoping for the answer you had already written the script for in your head.
                "No sweetheart...I don't have anywhere to be in the morning," Tom answered you.
                Perfect.
                You and Tom adjourn to your room settling in for the evening. He’s lying on his side leaning up on his elbow as he looks into your eyes. You’re sitting cross legged looking at him telling him some story about when you started to work at the hospital.
                “. . . . so the chart mix up diagnosed a pregnancy as a broken leg. The guy was in the maternity ward, and the woman was down waiting to get a cast put on her perfectly healthy leg.” You end the story. Tom laughs.
                “That seems like something that would be visually obvious.” He admits.
                “It was. But sometimes people just go by the charts regardless of what they see. God forbid they ask the person what they’re in for.” You say with a shrug taking a drink of your water.
                Reaching over he rests his hand on your thigh stroking your knee gently with his thumb thinking about the night you’d spent together. You smile a bit looking into his eyes a moment then you lean forward kissing him deeply.
                Tom closes his eyes and kisses you back, “mmmm.” He says softly against your lips as your tongues meet and dance tasting each other. Sitting up he wraps his arms around you, sliding his hands under your pajama shirt and up your back feeling your warm soft skin. Before pulling it up over your head and tossing it to the floor.
                You grin as your fingertips unbutton his shirt before he shrugs it off pulling his arms from it before wrapping his arms around you again. With one swift move he turns and lays you down in the pillows looking down into your eyes with a grin. You can’t help but giggle. As thin as he was, you would never guess he was so incredibly strong, but apparently looks could be deceiving. He begins to kiss you again as his hand slides down over your breasts to your abdomen and into your pajama bottoms stroking your hidden warm soft pink flesh.
                You close your eyes and gasp at the wonderful sensation it causes, almost making your legs shake. Your hands cling to his shoulders before moving down his back feeling the strong muscles beneath your fingertips causing a shudder to go down your spine.
                Hardly able to contain your growing excitement you wrap your leg around his waist and flip you both over to lay on his back as you straddle him looking down into his eyes as your hands rest on his chest. Tom chuckles slightly seeing how eager you were. His hands rests on your thighs before moving up over your hips to your waist. “You are so lovely.” He breaths stroking your body.
                You can’t help but smile as you rub your body against his firm member through his jeans. He groans at the sensation as his eyes close and he leans his head back into the pillows his large strong hands stroking your sides.
                “You’re easy on the eyes yourself.” You say with a smile. He really was something else, actually coming back after your huge melt down at work, going off on him to the point he had actually requested to change floors ahead of schedule. How many people would bother to find out the whole story and the facts behind it rather then just wash their hands of the whole thing and keep their distance?
                “Why do you put up with me?” You ask softly.
                “Because you’re worth it.” He says reaching up and caressing your face. “I love your smile, the way your face lights up. And I love being the one to make you smile.”
                You grin before leaning down and devouring his lips again. He had such a charismatic charm about him, you couldn’t imagine anyone turning him down if he wanted them. He moans enjoying your taste, one of his hands sliding up your back and into your hair as the passion between you grew.
                The two of you roll over again so that you’re on your back and he lay over the top of you between your thighs. Reaching down between the two of you, you unbuckle his belt and open his trousers releasing him from his confines. Grasping him firmly in his hand you start to eagerly stroke him causing his eyes to close and his body to quiver. You grin feeling how painfully hard he’d become so quickly.
                He leans down tasting you again, wrapping his hand around the back of your knee he parts your thighs a bit more brushing against your wet entrance that was beyond ready to receive him. Slowly he pushes inside of you groaning at the pure bliss of it. Eagerly he begins to move deep inside of you, sliding his arms beneath your body and embracing you tight seeking out your lips and devouring them.
                He felt so incredibly wonderful it made every part of your body tingle and writhe at the sensations. Your hips begin to move in time with his as you cling to each other in desperate need of more. After a few moments you push him up to roll over onto his back as you begin to move your body on his throbbing member deep inside of you. Sitting up straight you begin to ride him hard and steady watching his reactions. As he begins to reach his climax, his hands wrap around your hips guiding you as his hips begin to thrust up into your deepest depths. You cry out at the pleasure of it moving a bit faster than before.
                His legs begin to shake as he can feel himself nearing but desperately wanting to bring you to your pleasure first. He sits up beneath you, his hands petting your back as your hands cling to his shoulders. You continue to move a bit harder still as your body started to tremble and shake. He leans forward kissing your chest, then each breast. You throw your head back and cry out as your body quivers and shakes in his arms causing him to cum deep inside of you at the same time. He embraces you tight against his body, resting his face between your breasts gasping for air. Your hand still cling to his shoulders before sliding up into his hair grasping it gently clinging back to him as well.
                As your bodies writhe together riding out the aftershocks of your efforts, he leans his head back looking up at you. You smile before leaning down and kissing him anxiously enjoying the taste of him. Both of your bodies covered in a slight sheen of sweat. You continue to kiss each other in fevered passion before Tom leans forward laying you back down on the bed beneath him.
                After a moment he moves from your lips and trails kisses down your face to your chest, his hands massaging your breasts firmly before he suckles each one, enjoying the taste and the feel of your firm nipples against his tongue. Your body quivers at his attentions. He seemed to enjoy your breasts in particular which made you smile a bit. Then he continues to lavish kisses down your body, his hands caressing and exploring every inch. He rests his cheek to your belly for a moment, enjoying the softness of your form against him. Your fingers slide gently through his hair as he rests his stubbly cheek against your skin.
                He began to explore your body further kissing across your belly down to your abdomen. Reaching down he wraps his arms around your thighs opening them wide before settling between them. Leaning down he slides his tongue along your secret hidden entrance which was already extremely sensitive from your activities so far. Your entire body quivers, the intense sensations he causes almost to much for you to bare as your legs uncontrollably shake around him. You can only take a few moments of his eager suckling at your clit before you sit up reaching down and pulling him into a desperate fevered kiss. His arms encircle you holding you tight before laying you back down beneath him, your bodies writhing against each other.
                You never experienced such overwhelming passion with anyone, but this man . . . this man seemed to bring out every passionate feeling inside of you. You would eagerly commit every sin in the book with him with no regrets whatsoever.
                The night was just beginning, and neither of you planed to waste a single moment.
                 You feel him tense beneath the ministrations of your lips and tongue. His hands twist in your hair and in the sheets. You look up the long line of his body. His head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open producing those delicious moans that turned you on even more. His body bowed off the bed. "Don't stop. I'm so so very close." His breathless words pulled your nipples into painful peaks. Your mouth and hand stroke him in time. His veins are like cords in his arms as he pulls on your hair. He barely has time to choke out the word but his orgasm hits.
                You don't stop, milking him with cheeks and tongue, taking everything he had to give. He collapsed onto the bed, like a puppet cut loose their strings. His chest heaved, as he licked his lips and struggled to catch his breath. You took a drink from the can of Coke sitting on the night stand.
                "My darling, you've finished me. I don't think I can go again."
                "That was the intention." You lay on your side next to him, tracing the lines of his muscles.
                He blinks and props himself up onto his elbows. "You have the most exquisite mouth."
                Your laughter draws a boyish smile from him. He tackles you, a hand at the base of your neck bringing your mouth to his. You taste yourself and him and the soda. The kiss mingling in a salty, sweet and not unpleasant mix. It grows. Your hands roam his smooth skin, eager to touch him wherever you can.
                He reaches between you, finding you slick and ready. You're both so sensitive that it doesn't take long before his long, hard thrusts lose their rhythm. His fingers teasing your clit into one more explosion of pleasure. Gasping and shaking, you don't even bother to move. He falls on his side and pulls you to him. Reaching blindly over the side of the bed, he pulls the comforter.
                "Sleep, my insatiable pet."
                "Insatiable? Only because I'm with you."
                He laughs and kisses your forehead. "You give me too much credit." You snuggle into his chest just as your alarm goes off. You both groan and laugh before you turn it off.
                "Sleep."
                "Yes. Sleep."
                The two of you are sitting in a café having lunch making conversation back and forth. He was incredibly anxious and excited about their appearance at the hospital tomorrow. Apparently Chris and Jaimie were just as excited and very enthusiastic.
                “You’re coming, aren’t you?” Tom asks you.
                “I don’t know. If I go back just for that I’m going to catch hell from every direction.” You say with a sigh.
                “But you’re going back.” He says.
                You arch a brow looking at him before giving a sigh, “I don’t really have much of a choice. Job market kind of sucks and if I just leave without two weeks notice that’s going to follow me around on my work record for the rest of my existence. So yeah, I’m going back.”
                Tom smiles, “Things will probably get better now that everything is out in the open. Things are bound to crack down now at least for a while.” Reaching over he takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. “I’ve got to go meet Jaimie and Chris. Our costumes have arrived and the costume mistress wants to do a fitting to make sure everything is in order for tomorrow.”
                “Okay. I’ve got some errands to run anyway.” The two of you stand after Tom pays the check and you head out of the restaurant going your separate ways.
                After finishing the last of your errands and coming home, your phone chimed.
                *All done, everything is perfect for tomorrow. We're so excited! -T.*
                *Good! I can't wait to see them, I bet they look better in person, haha.*
                *Are you busy? Have you eaten? I'd love for you to join us, we're going just around the corner. -T.*
                You hesitated. You were still not really comfortable eating dinner casually with movie stars, even if Tom was there. But you also knew he would probably be quite persistent. And you were right- a couple minutes later,
                *Please? I really would like you to hear some of the things we talked about today (Insert puppy dog eyes here) . -T*
                You sighed as you put the last of your dry cleaning in your closet. He was not going to go down without a fight, and you were getting to where you didn't really want to fight with him anyway. It was getting harder to say no to him.
                *All right, I'll be there. What time?*
                *In about an hour, is that all right? -T*

                *Yes, that's plenty of time. I'll see you then.*
                You rolled your eyes at yourself and hoped it wouldn't be as awkward as you thought. But if you were going to go, you were going to go in style. You reached back into your closet for your favorite little sundress, the blue one with the strappy back and the soft fabric that hugged every one of your curves just enough you knew it would be difficult for Tom to keep his eyes off you. If one thing was certain, it was that you were really getting used to that.
                You laid everything out including the matching sandals, slipped in for a quick shower, touched up your makeup, got dressed, and headed around the corner. You decided to walk as it was so close, and as you rounded the block, you saw the three of them. Jaimie and Chris waved and you waved back, while you legitimately saw Tom's jaw drop. Just the entrance you were hoping for.
                During the course of dinner, you found Tom’s hand on your thigh, and every once in a while he wrap his arm around you. It was alright, to a point. To be honest you were dressed to kill and you did it on purpose just to torment him. However you were realizing now that you may have been giving him the wrong idea. His eyes would sparkle when they looked at you, and he considered this to be a date of course. Which in itself was alright, you could go on dates with him.
                However it seemed you were going to have to remind him about your arrangement, and what a ‘friends with benefits’ relationship entailed. If he started to get lovey dovey on you again, you were going to have to stomp on him and you didn’t want to do that. It was starting to cross your mind that maybe he couldn’t handle a FWB situation.
                “I’ve told Chris and Jaimie all about Jacob.” Tom says with a smile, “And the fact that he seems to favor Thor above all others in the movie.” He says with a sly look.
                “Well, I am supposed to be the hero after all Tom. Last time I checked the script you were slotted as the Villain.” He teases.
                “Jacob will be thrilled you see you all. He hasn’t put down his Thor action figure for more than two minutes since he came to the hospital, and the entire staff and most of the pediatric ward can recite Thor, Avengers, and Thor 2 by heart he’s watched the movies so many times.” You explain. Looking over to Jaimie you wondered about her character. Specifically you wondered if maybe she could get through to Amanda. Amanda, although very depressed and short tempered, would watch the movies when they were on sometimes in the playroom. She seemed very interested in Lady Sif, but whenever someone caught her watching, she would look away and grow sullen again. Perhaps seeing Lady Sif in person might do something for her morale. But you weren’t going to put that on Jaimie, instead you were going to wait and see if Amanda responded to her being there.
                “He sounds like an exceptional little boy.” Chris says.
                “Oh he is.” Tom says with a grin, “He has such a good attitude despite his circumstances.”
                As dinner finishes, Tom was planning on going back to their hotel with Chris and Jaimie but wants to walk you to your car first. He tells them he’ll be right back and escorts you to your jeep in the parking lot. You unlock your door and toss your purse into the passenger seat turning around to face Tom. But before you can get a word in edge wise, he wraps his hands around your waist and devours your lips anxiously. You’re a little surprised but can’t help wrapping your arms around his neck and retuning the kiss. He tasted and felt so wonderful.
                However you pull back clearing your throat and straightening your dress looking into his eyes. He can see the seriousness on your face. “What’s wrong?” He questions.
                “Friends. With. Benefits.” You practically spell out hoping it was clear enough.
                “Ah.” He says realizing that he might have been a little hands on during the course of the evening. “Too much?”
                “Little bit. We aren’t dating, remember?” He slides his hands in his pockets and gives a nod. How did he do that? He looked like a little boy who had just received a through scolding. You sigh giving him a look feeling like the wicked witch of the west. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” You climb into your car and he puts his hand on the door starting to close it. However he stops and leans in stealing a kiss.
                He grins, “Good night lovely lady.” He says with a wink before closing the door and making his way back to Jaimie and Chris that were waiting for him. You give him a look before shaking your head and pulling out of the parking lot heading home.
                Unlocking the door to your apartment, you come to realize it's time to get back into the swing of things. You sigh as you remove your sandals, and drop your earrings on the entry table. You move to the kitchen, where you pull out the rest of the wine. You hated to waste it, but you knew you couldn't finish it. So you pulled out an ice cube tray and filled it with the rest of the wine. "For soup later this week..." you said to no one in particular. As you closed the freezer, you opened the fridge portion again. There was still a few beers left, so you put them in a bag and hung it on your neighbor's door handle. Being a young guy who worked in sales, you knew they would be appreciated and, more importantly, consumed by someone other than you. You retreated to your bedroom where you got ready for bed. You washed off your makeup and brushed your teeth, then slipped on your softest pajamas. Tomorrow was going to be a very long day, and it was going to start early...
                Meanwhile, Tom was still awake with Chris in his hotel room, and was demanding details. "No, come on! Tell me about this girl you couldn't keep your eyes off the entire meal! I want to know!" Tom blushed ferociously as Chris pried for details. "There's not much to tell, honestly! I've told you everything! She's a very lovely woman, and we've become good friends through this process. She's taught me a lot about how to care for someone in that capacity, and how to make it authentic and real--"
                "Yeah, that's not all she's taught you, apparently," Chris teased, taking a sip of his drink.
                  Tom lifted an eyebrow Chris' direction and asked, "What do you mean?" Chris just laughed.
                  "Like me and Jaimie missed that kiss? You should know me better than that, we're practically brothers." Tom could feel his face getting hotter and he smiled.
                "Yes, well...we're just friends, nothing more. We've just gotten really close, and..." Tom trailed off.
                "You want more?" Chris assumed. Tom looked at him with more than just a little bit of wistfulness.
                "I just see how happy you are, you know? And I wish I had a bit of that. You have the most beautiful children, Chris, and you know I want that." Chris set his drink down on the table and walked over to Tom, putting a massive arm around his shoulders.
                "I know. And I know when it happens for you, you'll be incredible at it. And I also know if this girl, no matter how pretty or sweet or smart she is, if she doesn't realize what she has, she's a world-class idiot."
                You arrive at the pediatric ward in street clothes. Maggie waves from the nurse's station. You wave back but head to Brian's office. You hear voices talking excitedly. Four to be exact.
                Knocking softly, you peek your head in the door.
                "There she is."
                "We were worried you wouldn't show up."
                "Well I needed to talk to Brian and there is nothing that will stop me from seeing the look on Jacob's face."
                "We better be getting ready. It takes almost an hour to get in full costume." Tom squeezes your shoulder as he passes. Chris and Jamie nod then share a look.
                "I'm glad you've decided to come back."
                "You might not be when you hear what I have to say."
                "Okay. . ."
                He gestures for you to sit. "For starters, I want to thank you for not taking my resignation during my hissy fit."
                "I knew you didn't mean it."
                "At the time I did. Second, I'd like to take another 2 weeks of vacation. Until Tom's Job shadowing is done. I think it will be a distraction for both of us."
                "So the rumors are true?"
                "That were fucking like rabbits? Yea."
                "I see." Brian rubbed his chin. "Alright."
                "Third, Chad is not to come back into this ward."
                "I can't promise that."
                "He's a careless jaded prick. These kids don't need that. Transfer him. Trade him. I don't care."
                "I'll see what I can do." He sighed. "Anything else?"
                "One more thing." Brian opens both his hands. "I want to be in on any interviews for this floor."
                "No. But I will consult you before all hirings are done."
                "I can live with that."
                "So how are things with Mr. H.?" You sprawl it your legs and lay you hands on your stomach. "He keeps trying for more but I don't want that. I'm an emotionally unavailable divorced nurse. And he's Mr. Perfect."
                "Is that so bad?"
                "Michael was Mr. Perfect. Until he tried to make me June Cleaver. I'm not housewife and mother material. I never have been. And I feel really weird talking to you about this."
                He laughs. "I'm used to it. I have that over share with me face."
                "If I wanted a relationship, Tom would be it. But what happens when he realizes that he's this young, handsome, dead sexy, smart, talented millionaire?"
                "I think he knows that."
                "He knows it. But does he realize it? And I'm a divorced nurse with anger management issues on the wrong side of 30 who never fulfilled her dream? He'll realize that too. No matter how beautiful he says I am or how mind blowing the sex is." You sigh and stand, rubbing your hands on your jeans. "I better go get the kids into the playroom."
                "Enjoy your vacation." You nod then stand. Knocking on Jacob's door, you don the mask. "Hey buddy, want to watch Thor on the big TV in playroom?"
                "(Y/n)! You came back! Chad said you quit."
                "I'm just taking a vacation but I wanted to come tell you." You help him into the wheel chair and grab his movie.
                Starting Thor 2: The Dark World everyone is sitting together in the play room. Jacob has his Thor figure in his hand and many of the children are reciting some of the catch phrases as they go by. Before the attack on Asgard begins, Thor and Sif walk into the playroom.
                “What strange place is this? So many Midgardian children gathered watching images of our adventures in Asgard.”The children all pause and gasp starring at the two Asgardian’s who were in full costume. Sif holding her sword and Shield, and of course Thor with his Hammer. Many of the children were looking that the TV screen and back at Thor and Sif seeing that they were indeed the same characters and not some cheap knock off look a likes.
                “Thor!” Many of them shouted and started to clap and cheer. Jacob starred wide eyed at the two actors completely in shock. He looked at his action figure before looking back at Chris. You could see his face light up and the bright smile that swept his face. You smile kneeling beside Jacob watching him as his excitement grew.
                Tom hadn’t come in yet, as Thor and Sif were going to set it up so he could make an entrance of some kind. But first Chris and Jaimie were going to spend a little time with the children and even watch some of the movie with them. Thor walked over to you knowing that the boy you would be with would be Jacob.
                “You must be Jacob.” Chris says in his deep commanding thunder God voice. Jacob stares up at him in wide eyed awe nodding.
                "I've heard tales of your bravery on Asgard, and I am honored to be in the presence of such a fierce warrior," Chris continued. Jacob couldn't believe his ears, and you thought for sure his eyes would come right out of his head. He nodded at Chris. You watched with equally rapt attention. Jacob had always held a very special place in your heart, and to even play a tiny role in this made your heart swell. You felt the tears sting your eyes, but they were different this time. They were happy. Not hurtful like they had been for so long.
                Your eyes searched the playroom for Jaimie, and you found her, a bit to your shock, with Amanda. Even more shocking was she seemed to be getting through to her. As you quietly watched, you saw them smile at each other. You couldn't hear what they were saying, but whatever it was was working. Then your mouth almost hit the floor as you saw Amanda pull out her phone to snap a picture. You had never, in all the week's she'd been here, ever seen her reach out like that to anyone.
                You cleared your throat to help try and clear the tears away. This was a moment to be smiling, not crying- not even happy tears.
                You looked around you. Every child was smitten with Thor and Lady Sif and you could hardly believe it yourself. And suddenly the mood switched a full 180.
                "Puny Midgardians, you believe yourself worthy of the presence of a god? Even one as witless as as Thor?" Loki growled. Your skin immediately grew goosebumps and you shivered as you turned to face Tom. And you could hardly believe your eyes. In front of you was not the man you had come to befriend over the last week, but a menacing and imposing animal. He snarled at the scene before him. "My dear brother...always so accommodating to Midgardians. What in the Nine Realms for? They serve no purpose but to be crushed under my boot."
                "Loki, you know that to be false. These Midgardians want no quarrel with you, just leave them be. They are under my protection." 'Loki' continued, "An ant has no quarrel with a boot." This was turning out to be a bigger production than you ever thought it would be. "These little ones are here for healing after they have fought battles, many of them still fighting," 'Thor' explained.
                "Oh? And I suppose that's supposed to stop me?" 'Loki' challenged with raised eyebrows. He looked over to you and a chill ran down your spine. "And what are you? You certainly aren't small enough to one of them. Am I to assume you're their healer?"
                'Loki' took a step toward you, boots crunching on the soft tile. He turned into Tom just for a moment, enough time to mouth the words 'play along' to you.
                "I am," you breathe out.
                "Is that so? Well, if you're such a marvelous healer, I may take you back to Asgard with me...I need a healer of my own, and I intend to have the very best." Jacob watched the interaction between you two, and suddenly shouted, "You can't take her! She's *my* healer!! I won't let you!"
                'Loki' chuckled evilly, and turned on his heel to face Jacob. 'Thor' stood at full attention to block any harm. "There will be no kidnappings today, brother. Nor any harm come these children." "For you maybe, Thor...but I do what I want!"
                And with that, the two 'brothers' began a small fight play. This was far more than you ever thought possible. It only lasted a few seconds, and before long, 'Loki' was overpowered. 'Thor' produced the movie cuffs and slapped them on 'Loki'. And all the children cheered.
                'Loki' looked around the room, defeated and sullen. As his eyes landed on you, you shuddered again. It was a little different this time. A little further south than the one before it. "I may return for you, Midgardian healer. In time." "You will not harm her, Loki. She is needed here to help these warriors recover from their own battles."
                Jacob chimed in again, "You go back to Asgard, Loki! And don't you come back!!" All the children joined in, shouting "Yeah!" 'Thor' took Loki by one arm, while 'Sif' took the other. "We shall return in a moment, as soon as we find a holding place for Thor's ill-behaved brother. Dear Healer, do you know if a place where we can keep him until the Allfather calls him back home?" 'Sif' asked. Realizing she was talking to you, your head popped up and you replied, "Yes, there is a room he can wait in. I'll show you the way." You turn to lead the way out of the playroom and the three follow you. Jaimie and Chris drop Tom off and hurry back to the playroom to meet with more of the children. You turn to Tom and, in a whisper, tell him, "That was fucking incredible."
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