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Water Tight	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Hiddleston Views: 2044 -:- 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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"Hi. I'm Paula. And you are?"
"Audrey. Audrey Chambers."
"Who are you with?"
"Oh um, Thomas Hiddleston."
"Oh, Tom." Her smile is bright. "He's here?"
"Just arrived."
"Oh well, follow me please. I'll take you to the green room. Unless there's something you wanted to see out on the floor."
"Um, no. Tom invited me last minute. This really isn't my thing." You shake your head and glance around. The sheer amount of people began to make you claustrophobic.
"The first time is a bit overwhelming. Would you like a water or something?"
"Water's fine." You pass a movie poster for Thor the Dark World and pause. "Wait. Paula?"
"Yes?"
"That's Tom?"
"Oh yes. He plays Loki in the MCU. He's quite the fan favorite. You should have been here in '13 when Loki took Hall H. It was glorious." You look at the picture. You could definitely tell why. You'd seen that look when he studied your body. Like he was planning the things he was going to do to you. You shifted your weight to press your thighs together at the memory.
You follow her to the green room. "Help yourself to the food." The sight of the fresh fruit made your stomach growl. You and Tom hadn't eaten before leaving. You carefully choose some strawberries and pineapple and cantelope. You'd just finished your fruit when Tom flows in the door with several people around him, all talking excitedly. You sit quietly until he notices you. "Could I have a moment please?"
"Of course Tom." They leave the room, closing the door behind them. He turns and crosses to you, offering his hand. You take it cautiously. He draws you up into his arms and buries his face in your hair. "These things are always so crazy. I'm glad you're here."
He leans back enough to kiss you deeply. The doors open. "Oh sorry. Tom? That you mate?"
"Chris!" He releases you to hug his surrogate brother. "Good to see you."
"You too. And who's the lovely lady?"
"Audrey. This is-"
"Chris Hemsworth. Oh wow." You cross the room to shake his hand. "The huntsman."
"Oh a Snow White fan."
"Since I was a little girl." Tom shakes his head as you gush a bit. You'd had a 'wicked stepmother' and though your treatment was worlds better than Snow's, you identified with the character.
"You recognize Thor but not Loki."
"Who's Thor?"
"I am. Well that's who I play."
"I must be missing something with these movies. Perhaps when I get home from vacation."
"She's never?" Tom shakes his head. "Wow. Well, you're in for a treat. Are you coming to the panel?"
"The what?" Chris laughs and claps Tom's shoulder. You look confused.
"I'm going to go troll the floor incognito. I'll see you in a few hours." Chris closes the door behind him.
"You know, maybe this was a bad idea. I think I might just go down to the beach."
Tom draws you into his arms. "Please stay. I promise I won't leave you alone again." He cups your face.
This damn man. Why couldn't he be a regular person? A guy from the neighborhood. Instead, he's some famous actor. "Alright." He beams then kisses you deeply.
"Now, where were we? Oh yes." His hand slips up under your shirt to palm your breast. He shifts his stance to place his thigh against the apex of your thighs. His hand at the small of your back keeps you in place as he rubs his thigh against you. You sigh into his mouth, your hands moving into his hair.
"The door is unlocked."
"That's what makes it more exciting."
"But what about your reputation? Your image?"
"Pet, no one who comes through that door is going to say anything about my image."
He dips his head under your shirt, capturing your nipple between his teeth. He purses his lips to suck and flicks his the pointed tip of his tongue to the bud between his teeth. You gasp and reach for something, anything. "Mmmm, you like that." He moves his head to your other breast and repeats, reaching down to pet you through fabric.
"Tom, someone's talking right outside the door." He doesn't stop. In fact, he rubs you harder. "Tom, someone's coming." You're breathless with growing need.
He pulls his head from your shirt. "Not yet, you're not." He winks before kissing you deeply, resting his hand on your hip.
The door opens. "Oh sorry!"
Tom pulls away, smiling. "It's alright. Are you here for the interview?"
"Yes." The young girl looks you over. If you only knew what buzz this would create on the Internet. Tom caught kissing a beautiful woman in the green room at SDCCI. He settles on the couch and pulls you into his body, draping his arm over your shoulder. He was clearly making a statement with his body language. You were his. He'd said it the first time you were together last night. You settle against him, trying to relax.
Your mind keeps wandering to his weird actions. You were just friends right? Hell, you barely knew him. Except in the carnal sense, you knew each other very well. Maybe you could remedy that. You did have each other's number. And he's obviously well liked.
The interviewer says her goodbyes then closes the door behind herself. "Pet, I'm famished. Have you eaten?"
"I had some fruit."
"Come on." He helps you up to the table. "You should eat more than fruit. Especially since we've been-"
"Busy."
"Yes. So eat."
"I'm not hungry."
"Pet."
"I'm not eating, Tom. Drop it." Tom sits back down abruptly and jerks you into his lap, face down. "Tom. What are you doing?" His large hand cracks the round of your ass. You're so surprised you don't make a sound. He smoothes his hand over the pink fabric then smacks your ass a second time. "Thomas!"
"Quiet, pet." He spanks you again. You flail behind you, trying to find purchase but he captures your wrists and holds them at the small of your back. He spanks you several more times, soothing between each one, until you're gasping and almost crying. "Now." He gently takes your shoulders and pulls you up. "You will eat. Even if it's something small. I treasure you. And I don't want you getting sick because you're not eating enough." He takes your chin but you jerk away, feeling humiliated. "Audrey?" He cups your face. "Please look at me." You look at him, trying not to cry. "Did I hurt you?"
You shake your head. "It stings."
"Spankings usually do."
"Tom, I'm a grown woman and you humiliated me like a child."
"My intention wasn't to humiliate you. Merely punish unacceptable behavior."
"Is this how you are?"
"On occasion. It's not my lifestyle, but I'll spank you if you're behaving improperly." He caresses your cheek, wiping away tears with his thumb. "Are you alright with that?"
"I-I don't know." He kisses you then touches his forehead to yours.
"Audrey, this probably isn't the place, but I'd like to get to know you more than just a fantastic lover."
"I think I'd like that too."
There's a knock at the door. "Come in."
"Tom, your next interview is here."
"Alright. Send them in." He kisses you again. "Would you get us both something to eat?" You nod then slip off his lap. "Pet?"
"Yes, Thomas?"
He looks pointedly at the apex of your legs. The shell pink capris are a darker shade, damp with your juices. "You apparently enjoyed the spanking more than you realized." Your cheeks flame. Tom's chuckle shivers down your spine as you walk to the table.
You fill a plate as for him as the next interviewer came in. You glance over at Tom before taking a breath. God, you needed air. This was all so much to take in at once. Carrying the plate over, you hand it to him. “Thank you, dear.” He notices you didn’t have a plate of your own. You turn and head for the door. Tom frowned. “Audrey?”
“I’ll be back. Just . . .do what you got to do.” You wave your hand at him, slipping out and closing the door behind you. You take a deep breath and let it out, not having been able to breathe while you were inside that room. You were just completely overwhelmed by everything. Shaking your head, you head down the hallway, needing to walk and clear your head.
It wasn’t long before you found yourself on the 'floor' that was flooded with hundreds, if not thousands, of people. People in all sorts of gear, people in costumes, people decked out in all their favorite nerdy clothing. “I have entered the 7th circle of hell.” You sigh. You might as well take a look around and see what the big deal was. Tom was apparently stuck doing interviews and you had time to kill before his ‘panel’. Whatever the fuck that was.
You strol quietly from booth to booth before coming to a stop, staring at numerous t-shirts with Tom’s face. Wow. You had never seen something so damn creepy in your life. You sigh, missing the anonymity of your encounter before. Just some hot guy you met at the bar and spent hours and hours of fun with in your hotel room.
You turn and start to walk away. “Who are you here with?” You turn back around, seeing the man in charge of the booth addressing you.
“Huh?”
“Your VIP badge.” He points towards the pass that hung around your neck. “It means you’re a guest. Who are you here with?” You mumble an answer, actually a bit embarrassed by it considering you were standing amongst shirts with his face plastered on them. “Huh? I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.”
You groan, looking at him. “Tom Hiddleston.”
His eyes light up. “Are you really? That’s great!” He motioned for you to follow him into the booth. “I have some stuff for you. Come here.”
“Stuff? What stuff? Why?” He pulls you inside.
“VIP badges like yours give you certain perks. You're what, about a large? Maybe a 1x for comfort?”
“Yes, but I . . .” He fills a bag with a convention exclusive shirt and a couple stickers and buttons, along with a business card. He smiles and hands you the bag.
“Here ya go. Enjoy the Con!” He guides you out of the booth. That was weird. Not just a little weird, that was REALLY fucking weird. You look into the bag, wondering you just scored a free stuff. Shaking your head, you continue on your way. But you feel more and more like you've entered the twilight zone.
Finally finding your way back to the room you’d left, you find it empty. Strangely, you also find a sense of relief, not finding Tom there. You didn’t know if you could take him right now. Walking over to the couch in the corner, you put down the bulging bag of tees, stickers and buttons, odds and ends and trinkets. Some you were just handed you because of the badage you were wearing. The majority of it though, you'd bought. You were surprised at the variety of vendors there were, catering to even your non-comic interests.
You practically collapse, lying curled up on the couch. You grab a cushion and smash it over your head. Never in your wildest imagination had you dreamt of all this. And what was that shit he pulled spanking you in public like that? ‘Not my lifestyle’ . . . You didn’t mind that sort of play in the bedroom, but out in public with an apparent ‘famous icon’? If he pulled that shit in public again where someone might see it, you were going to have to accidentally delete his number from your phone and block it so he couldn't contact you. How you wished to God you had just stayed at the hotel and caught some sun out by the pool. This was all almost too much to take.
You must have fallen asleep. The next thing you knew, someone strokes your hair back from your face and then gently kisses your ear. You open your eyes, staring for a moment before looking up. Tom kneels beside the couch, looking at you. A bit embarssed, you sit up and straighten your shirt, clearing your throat and smoothing your hair back.
“Hey. Where did you wander off to?” He takes your hand in his. “I was looking for you. I called your phone a bunch of times.”
“Really?” You reach in your pocket and take out your phone. There were 9 missed calls and 5 voice mails. “God, I never even heard or felt it go off.” You rub the sleep from your eyes. He glances at the overturned bag.
“Well, you were out on the floor and it is a bit noisy and crowded out there.” There a pause as you clear your phone and turn the volume up, making sure that vibrate was on so you didn’t miss it going off again. “Aubrey. Did it really upset you? What I did before?” He felt bad about it when he thought about your reaction and how you practically ran from the room.
You sigh and look at him, those puppy dog eyes. “I just wasn’t expecting all this.”
He nods. “Bit overwhelming, isn’t it? I shouldn’t have introduced something new like that without warning you or making sure it was alright first. You've went along with my dominance so far. I just assumed. I didn’t mean to upset you. I apologize unreservedly.” He kisses your hand and looks up at you again. “Forgive me?”
You cock your head, looking at him a moment. Was he going to do a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde thing on you? “I don’t know.” A small mischievous smile crosses your lips. “How many ties did you bring with you in your suitcase?”
He arches a brow. “A few.”
“Hmm. Good. They’ll come in handy when I lash you to the bed and take out all the frustration of today on you.” You quirk your moth to the side, giving him a sly look. He grins, relieved that you weren’t completely put off by his unexpected actions earlier. He kisses your hand again. If he was going to spank you at random, you were definitely going to get your own back when you returned to the hotel tonight. Not that you were vengeful, but it seemed only fair.

With a smile he leans a little closer. “Hmm.” He growls playfully in that way that sends shivers down your spine. "We’ll see how things go when we get back tonight.” He checks his watch. “A few more hours before we can leave though. Are you feeling better now that you’ve had some rest?”
You take a breath and give a nod. You’d freaked out so much earlier that when you started to come down off the adrenaline rush you felt weak and fell hard asleep. Now, it seemed like that had passed and you felt human again. “Yeah I just . . . got a little overwhelmed with everything is all. I’m not used to this type of thing.”
“Oh, I understand. I felt the same way my first year here. Last year beats them all though. They smuggled me from the airport to my room in a Boba Fett mask to keep the fact I was here a secret until I appeared on stage as Loki. Wasn’t that an interesting experience.” He stands, holding your hands in his, and pulls you up from the couch. “Come on. The Marvel panel for Thor: The Dark World starts in a half an hour. We’ll get you a place to watch at the side stage, so you aren’t drowning in a sea of Marvel acolytes.” He kisses your cheek and leads you out of the room. You did feel much better now after the initial shock wore off. It looked like you were going to get a glimpse of what it was he actually did.
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