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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 sit down and Tom hands you a glass and you take a sip. “You always get the best stuff.” You say winking at him.
“Well, you do seem to have a taste for the sweeter vintages.” He smiles tapping his glass to yours.
“I thought I was supposed to be on the wagon after that little incident last week.” You pick up a piece of cheese taking a bite. “Now your tempting me every chance you get.”
“It was a mistake, I get that.” He says kissing your uninjured cheek as he puts his arm around you and you both lean back and cuddle up together on the couch. “Besides, we’re home and not going out again tonight so drink as much as you’d like.”
Sticking your tongue out at him playfully you take another sip of wine. You notice he’s not say anything and realize he’s starring at the mark on your face. Seeing you catching him he smiles and kisses your head rubbing your back and pulling you against him taking a drink of his wine.
You snuggle up to him. Glancing up, you find him looking down at the spreading, darkening bruise. You begin to get self-conscious. " Baby, please stop looking at it. I Know it's ugly." You look down and away, covering your face with your hair.
"No, don't do that. " Tom tips your chin up and brushes the hair from your face, ticking it behind your ear. He grabs his phone and takes a picture. You try to turn your head. "Hey! Stop that!" He never raises his voice. Even when you make an ass out of yourself, he never yells at you. This is really bothering him. You sit still, blush creeping up your gave to your hair line and down your throat. He takes several pictures from different angles. "We're going to the police tomorrow. You're calling Kimberly and getting any surveillance tapes. This is unacceptable."
"Thomas, please. Let's not make a big deal about this."
"No!" He takes a deep breath to calm himself. "No. I love my fans but this is taking it too far. We're going to the police tomorrow. You ARE calling Kimberly. I'm calling Luke to get your a bodyguard."
"Baby, please. It was four girls. Four."
"And what about next time? If we do nothing, and take no measures to prevent this from happening again, what will they do next time? " You frown down into your wine glass. Dammit. He was right. He's always right. "Fine. "
"Fine?" He sits on the edge of the couch, body turned to look at you.
"Fine. I'll do what you want. You always know what's best."
It's his turn to frown. You've agreed to quickly and now he's suspicious. "Darling, what's wrong?"
You sigh. "I'm out of my depth here, Tom." You sip your wine brow setting your glass on the table. "Before that first photo shoot, I was a fan. Dreaming of you, fantasizing about you, loving you from afar. Now, I have you. And I have no idea what I'm doing. No idea how to handle this." Tears sting your eyes. Dammit. They fall like acid down your cheeks, hot and painful. "I love you. I just- I don't know what to do, Tom." All the stress over going public and the attack breaks over you.
He pulls you into the circle of his arms, hushing your violent sobs. " Baby. " You bury your head in his chest. "Baby? " The tears soak his shirt as you cling to him. Completely out of your depth, completely in love, completely lost. "Baby, let's just go to bed. We'll deal with this in the morning."
You look up at him. His eyes shine with tears. He hates seeing you like this. This whole situation is fucked up and unacceptable. He pleads you with his eyes. Romantic evening ruined. You nod, just wanting him to hold you. To wrap that warm long body around you and make this all go away.
Getting out your overnight bag you hop into Tom’s shower as he goes to make a few phone calls about what happened today. The warm water felt good on the rest of your body but once you had thoroughly washed you turn off the hot water and just let the ice cold water run over your sore face.
It’s strange, when you were just a fan who hadn’t even met him yet, you can’t remember ever having the desire to waylay a girlfriend or love interest of his in the parking lot like some kind of thug vigilantly. You were waiting for the news to come that he had become engaged or something when you hadn’t heard from him in so long, but wither you felt hurt, or jealous or whatever emotions there would be, feeling homicidal wasn’t on the list.
After a few minutes you turn off the water and come out of the shower feeling much better drying off and changing into your lounge pants and spaghetti strap top pajamas. Brushing your hair out thoroughly you twist it up in a clip before washing your face again and brushing your teeth. Putting the dirty laundry in the hamper, you turn off the light and head out into the bedroom where Tom is sitting on the bed having changed into his black lounge pants finishing his last phone call.
“Better darling?” He asks seeing you looking much better then when you first came in through the door.
“Much.” You nod walking closer; taking your hand he pulls you to sit in his lap and kisses you deeply but being very mindful of your face. “It’s better.” You say softly, “Looks worse than it is now. Shower helped a lot.”
“Hmmm.” He said still quite concerned. “Is that the only mark they left?”
“Yeah well. Elbow in the face,” You say reaching up touching the bruise, “Tends to happen. You played rugby, like your face never caught something.” Touching the scar on his lip that was very hard to see unless you were an obsessive fan or a photographer, or in this case, head over heels in love and couldn’t stop looking at every detail of him when you were together.
“Why didn’t you call me when this happened?” He questioned.
“There wasn’t anything you could do, Tom. Security took care of it.” You reassure him. “And going to the police isn’t necessary they were already called and took a statement, and pictures, and all that stuff.”
“Were they caught?” He questioned.
“No. But if they are the dumb faction of your fangirls . . . .” Reaching up touching your face again you are pretty certain that’s the case, “Someone probably took a video or a picture and posted it on tumblr or tweeted it.”
“Would certainly be convenient if the made it that easy.” He says looking at you, “We’ll keep a look out for that.” You give a nod feeling quite exhausted and he kisses you again. “Come on, to bed.” He pats your thigh and you stand moving onto the bed. “Are you in pain? Do you need anything?”
“Already had the recommended dose for the day.” You crawl up onto your side of the bed and settle in. “You can delete those pictures you took of my face. So you aren’t tempted to stare at them later and soak up the guilt.”
He gives you a look reaching over and turning off the bedside lamp before curling up with you.
He lays back on the bed, pulling you down with him onto his chest. His heart beats strong in your ear and his breath sounds warm and hollow. His hands roam your back. Millions of thoughts run through your head. If they knew he was at the studio, what else did they know? He lived in a gated community. But you didn't. In fact, you lived in the flat above your studio. And your address was on your website. You sighed, frowning. Fuck me running.
"What? "
"Nothing, love. Just thinking."
"About?"
You look up at him, resting your chin on your hands on his chest. "How did things get so complicated?"
He chuckles. "I often ask myself the same question, darling." He leans up and kisses your forehead. "But we'll work this out. It's just a bump in the road."
"A mighty big bump." Doubt begins to creep in. Were you really ready for all this? For all his fame had to entail.
"Hey. I mean it. We'll work it out." He rolls his bottom lip between his teeth. Like he does when he wants to say something but isn't quite sure how you'll react.
"What?"
"What what?"
"What are you thinking?" You lean up, curling your legs around to sit bestride his waist.
"It's nothing." He shakes his head and rubs your shoulder.
"No, not nothing. You always bite your lip when you're nervous about how I'm going to react."
He sighs, resting his hands on your thighs. "Well. I want you to consider something."
"What. .?" His hands rub up and down your thighs then around to your ass. You love him touching you, but you know he's trying to distract you can change the subject.
"Thomas?" He closes his eyes, grabbing your hips and pulling you down against him. "Thomas William, answer me."
He sighs and stops his hands, resting then on your waist. "I've been thinking about this for some time. Around the time I started thinking about going public with or relationship." You rest your hands on his chest. He falls quiet again.
You begin to worry and become agitated. "Spill it, mister. Now, you're making me nervous."
"Move in with me."
"Wait. What?"
He sits up and hugs you to him, giving you a squeeze. "Move in with me."

You slid of his lap, making him release you, and stand. "Until this weekend, I wasn't even sure we had a relationship."
"That's ridiculous. Just because we hadn't spoken or love, doesn't mean we didn't have something." He looks at his lap. "It kind of hurts that you thought that."
Oh for fucks sake. "Thomas, I-" You don't want to sit on the bed but standing feels confrontational, so you sit on the floor. "I really felt like we were just friends, close friends, who enjoyed each other's company and each other's body. I knew I loved you, but I didn't know how you felt. I half expected you to announce a relationship with someone else.
"There was never anyone else. Once I met you." You swallow. Damn him. His sweetness twisted you up. He slides off the bed to sit across from you. "Please just consider it. Consider moving in with me. I want you here. And I'll know you're safe."
You press your fingers to your temples, closing your eyes. You sigh. " I'll consider it." This was more than anything you ever expected. Ever. This whole week had been more than you could process. "Now, can we please go to bed?" You open your eyes. He's on all fours in front of you, his face inches from yours. You swallow slowly. Goddamn, he looked so predatory and gorgeous with the passionate look in his eyes.
You study him for several long moments before smiling a little bit leaning forward and kissing his nose. Then you find his lips and kiss him deeply. He wasn’t expecting that but was pleasantly surprised. Pulling back you look into his eyes. “May it’s time I made a confession to you.” You begin.
Now he really wasn’t sure what was coming and braced himself for whatever it could be. “What’s that?”
You stare at him for a moment before looking down, “I’m frustrated that what happened today happened. . . . but I’m not mad at them, because I’ve got no room to talk.”
He furrows his brow studying you, “I don’t understand?”
“I have facebook, tumblr, twitter, we heart it, instagram, and Bing automatic search accounts.” You begin nervously, “So I can follow you. Your projects, what you’re doing, new pictures. Stuff like that.” He bites his lip slightly stifling a laugh and suppressing a grin hearing your so called ‘confession’. “I’m just as much an obsessive, creepy, stalker fan as the others are.” You sigh, “Putting myself in that category, and not having heard from you personally for so long, it’s why I thought I didn’t mean anything to you. I know that a lot of rumors fly around social media . . . I mean, I was just as caught up in Tahiti-gate as the next Hiddleston admirer . . . .”
Tom held up his hand to stop you a moment, “Umm. What is ‘Tahiti-gate’?” He questions.
“The rumors that just about imploded Tumblr, made half of your most ‘devoted’ fan girls suicidal, and set off several hate blogs created in your honor.” He just stares at you blankly, “When the rumor flew about that you and Jane Arthy were secretly married in Tahiti and pictures were ‘leaked’ to prove said marriage.”
“Ah. Yes, well I heard about the rumor itself but I wasn’t aware that it had an 11th hour nickname like ‘Tahiti’gate’.” He admitted.
“You cause ‘gates’ all the time. Trouser-gate, ass-gate, couple other gates that came and went.” You sigh looking at him, “The thing is, I thought for a long time when you didn’t call that I fell from your circle of peers back into the fan girl shark tank.”
He chuckles slightly sliding closer and wrapping his arm around you resting his chin to your shoulder hugging you tightly, “That’s why you were so nervous the first night I took you out. Why you’ve acted so strangely. Oh darling.” He said with a sigh rubbing your back. “I stay away from social media except for the rare and occasional tweet for the fans. I’m not unaware of the negativity that flows through it. I get updates from my PR department when there are ‘meltdowns’ in the fandom but not too many details and I don’t personally get involved with it.” He pulls back and looks into your eyes, “Peer? You aren’t just my peer darling, you are my heart.” Reaching out he gently places his hand over your heart, “and I know that I’m yours too.”
You smile a bit, “Of course you are.” You admit.
He smiles and embraces you tightly against him, “And if you insist on being referred to as a ‘fangirl’ then I think you are officially named my number 1 fan girl.” He leans down next to your ear and whispers, “But don’t be to terribly surprised if I clam the title of your number 1 fan boy.” He says with a grin. Closing your eyes you smile wrapping your arms around him hugging him tight.
Tom smiles and stands before picking you to up from the floor and laying you down on the bed lying beside you. “Truly darling, ignore it. I can tell you with complete confidence that 95% of the nonsense that is spread about my personal life through any form of media is completely untrue and unfounded. 97%.” You smile and blush feeling somewhat embarrassed and feeling incredibly foolish. “Don’t let it get to you darling. You have something that they don’t.”
“What?” You ask curiously looking into his eyes.
He touches your chin raising your face to look at him and he whispers against your lips, “You have me. All of me. For as long as you’ll have me my love.” He breathes.
Your heart clenches. You'd never imagined anything like this. You'd hoped and dreamed but never thought it'd come to fruition. Your lips part and he takes the invitation, kissing you soundly and slowly, taking the breath from your lungs. His lips trail from the corner of your mouth to your ear. "Do you really want to go to bed? Or do you want me to show you how much I love you?" You bite your bottom lip. The day had been an emotional roller-coaster and you wanted nothing more than to go to sleep in his arms. But he knew just where to touch you to make you forget sleep.
You grin against his lips, “Well . . . call me obvious but we’re already in bed aren’t we?” You say with a giggle. He smiles against your lips kissing you again, starting to cup your face in his hand he instantly pulls it back looking down into your eyes.
“Sorry darling.” He said realizing he was touching your injured cheek.
“I’ll holler if something hurts.” You whisper pulling him back into another deep kiss. Wrapping your thigh around his waist, your bodies turn together as he wraps his arms tight around you holding you against him. After a moment you sit up on his abdomen resting your hands on his chest looking down at him. You rub your body against him, teasing slightly as his hands move to your waist, looking up into your eyes.
After a moment, you can feel him begin to grow hard against you, and he reaches up sliding his hand into your hair pulling you down into another passionate kiss, his free hand moving down over your back your bodies writhing together in anxious anticipation.
His hands find the hem of your top and he works it up your back before the kiss breaks long enough for him to pull it off over your head and toss it aside. His hands move to gently caress and massage your breasts before his hand moves up over your shoulder to your neck finding your lips and tasting you once more. Rolling your bodies over each other on the bed again, he lifts his head breathing deeply looking down into your beautiful eyes that seemed to shine even in the darkness.
Tom places a tender kiss to your lips, as his hand moves down your side finding the waist band of your pajama bottoms and pulling them down over your lips and then off your legs tossing them to the floor as well, then wrapping his arms around you once more, lavishing kisses over your lips, face, and down your neck as your bodies rub against one another, writhing together anxiously.
His breath is hot against your ear. "I don't know why we even bother with pajamas. We always wind up naked." Your hands glide down his bare back, sliding under the waistband of his pants. Fingertips press into his ass. He pulls away and stands up, dropping the pants, before climbing back into bed. "Roll over, pet. On your stomach."

You do as he says, glancing back over your shoulder. He pulls your hips up, bracing his thighs behind yours. His long fingers touch between your legs lightly, bringing a deep sigh from you. He grins, encouraged. He delves a finger into you then two, working you open.
You moan louder with each thrust of his fingers. He leans down and runs his tongue up your spine. You shudder, tawning the bed like a cat.
He places the head at your entrance. "Are you ready, love? You feel ready."
Tom looks at you and smiles. You look so Beautiful. You smile and say Thank you and you are so gorgeous looking.
You smile feeling and hearing how cautious he was being and paused a moment leaning back on your knees and turning towards him looking into his eyes a moment before kissing him once, and then again. “I’m okay Tom.” You reassure him resting your hand on his chest, “Really. I got worse than this in jr. high.” You motion towards the bruise on your face.
“Yes, but in Jr. High I was wasn’t the cause of it.” He says reaching up caressing your uninjured cheek. “I don’t want to cause you more pain love. Of any kind.”
You smile, “I’m not made of glass.” You kiss him again wrapping your arm around his neck as you embrace tightly. “God, I hate that I’ve made you so self conscious with my bitching.” Hugging you tighter he rests his face to your neck a moment before kissing your neck and shoulder before finding your lips and kissing you deeply. With a smile you kiss his nose before turning your back to him, reaching for his hands you wrap his arms around you sliding your hand into his hair as your bodies meld together. Turning your head you kiss again a bit deeper than before.
The passion between you growing once more, Tom leans you forward back onto your hands, reaching down moving your thighs apart, and grasping your hips. With one hard thrust he fills you completely causing you to moan in approval at the feel of him. Leaning down he kisses your back up to your shoulders leaning down over you as he begins to move deep inside of your quivering anxious body.
Being with him was heaven, his strong body, his firm touch, his wondrous kisses. Having already been quite worked up he moves a bit deeper and harder inside of you resting his head to your back a moment breathing deeply before he leaned forward a bit more over you bracing his hands beneath you against the bed as he continued his movements with a bit more purpose.
You can hardly draw a breath as your hips move back meeting his every thrust, your sounds of anxious pleasure mixing with his spurring you both onward. It wasn’t long before his movements became faster and soon with one hard thrust he bursts deep inside of your body as you both cry out in an intense climax. He wraps his arm around your middle resting his cheek to your shoulder holding you tight as your bodies writhe against each other in the aftershocks of shared bliss.
After a moment he kisses your back and then shoulder reaching up and smoothing his hand through your hair moving it off of your neck placing several gentle kisses to your skin, both of his arms around you embracing you tightly.
Your body quivers beneath him hardly able to form a thought. After a moment he releases you and withdraws from your still shivering a bit. Gently he rolls you to lie on your back and lays over you wrapping his arms beneath you and cradling your head in his hands as he looks into your eyes. “I love you sweetheart.” He breaths just admiring your beauty in awe of being able to hold you in his arms. “Please,” He breaths as you both close your eyes and he rests his forehead to yours as moment as finally both of you begin to breathe a bit easier. “Please give some thought to moving in with me.” He whispers not wanting to nag or push, but he had been thinking about it for a long time. It may have seemed sudden to you when you went for a period of time without contacting each other, but he had thought of it since before he’d had to leave to film several films and travel the world a bit.
You reach up running your fingers through his hair; your eyes closed loving the feel of his warm sweat covered bodies over yours as he embraces you. He felt so very wonderful in every way. “It just seems like . . . a complication at a time in your life where you don’t need one.” You admit.
“Nonsense.” He responds, “The only complication is not having you to hold, to kiss, to be with whenever I want you.” Opening his eyes he looks down at you, “There’s time now before the Skull Island shoot for you to move in. Then when we live to film the movie, we won’t have to worry about anything while we’re gone. We’ll be able to come home together when we return.” He says kissing you before looking down at you again.
You give a small nod, “I’ll think about it.” You say softly. Tom nods knowing he couldn’t expect you to have an answer so soon. Finding your lips he tastes your luscious kiss again, then again, then once more. Knowing that it had already been a full day for you and you're probably exhausted, he reaches down pulling the covers over the both of you, rolling off to your side slightly as you both settle in for the night. You rest your head to his chest and he wraps his arm around you gently stroking your head quite satisfied, and content now to just hold you.
Closing your eyes you smile, “Tom.” You whisper, “I love you too.”
You cleared your mind of everything except being in Tom's arms, you went to sleep. Morning comes faster then you wanted it but it is here nothing you can do about it. You start opening your eyes, but only one eye open and the other one is swollen shut. You roll over and find yourself alone in bed. Tom must be out for his morning run. So you grab his pillow and snuggle up with to smell his scent on it. You are laying there with your eyes closed and then you smell Tom's scent even stronger. Then you felt the bed move a little then a soft whisper in your ear "Morning Darling do you want to get all sweaty?"
"It has to be a quickie because my boyfriend will be back from his run any time." So the next you felt a sweaty body pressed against mine. You moved my leg up in front of your body and he thrust his hard cock in to you. Then he grabbed you hip and pulled you closer so he went deeper in you. Then he pulled out and put you on your knees and grabbed your hips thrusting deep and hard ,with every thrust you moaned and he started going faster you started screaming for more and harder. Fuck me like your #1 Fan girl!. As soon as we came he pulled out and smacked your ass and left.
You get out of bed and went into the bathroom to see your face and eye. You walked in and there is Tom getting out of the shower. He looked at you and said "Oh Baby your eye is swollen." I'm so,so sorry for what happened." He pulls you over to him and wraps his arms around you. "Baby Why are you all sweaty?" With that Loki devilish grin of his. You said "I'm jumping in the shower."
You let the cold water run on to you face and eye it felt so good. You got out of the shower wrapped in a towel and went to the bedroom to get dressed you realized that you don't have no clothes here because it had been awhile since you stayed over. So you went to Tom's dresser and got a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. So you put them on and you went in to the kitchen where Tom had a cup of tea and a steak on a plate.He looked at you and said "Drink some tea" and handed you the plate" and put this on your eye".So you took the steak and placed it on your eye. You sat there and drank your tea with a steak on your face.On you phone looking at stuff and Tom was on his laptop and both at the same time we said "HOLY SHIT!!!!! here it is how stupid can they be." Tom says "Got a name of some kind. What if I comment on the the video."
"I'm suddenly not hungry." You leave your phone on the counter as you finish getting ready. Jade thought you some if her tricks and you were able to cover the bruise and the black eye almost flawlessly. You grab your purse and keys.
"Darling, I think you should stay home from the studio."
"I can't. I have clients." He walks you to the door, handing you your phone.
"I'll come by for lunch. Your security should be there by this afternoon." He kisses you soundly and watches as you head to your car. He waits until you've driven to gate to open it. And the security guard at the main gate let's you out with a wave and a smile.

The entire drive you think about Tom's offer. And the video posted online. Your phone hasn't stopped vibrating since you got in the car. Another social media shit storm in less than a week.
You pull into the back of your studio. You arm your alarm on your car. Noticing the back door is ajar you immediately dial the police. You stand by your car and wait for them to arrive. The officers go in to make sure no one is still inside then give you the ok.

Your heart sinks. Black spray paint on the walls. Your backgrounds have been sliced and props thrown every where. Over half of your equipment has been destroyed. You sink sink into a chair. Why? Why would they do this? You knew why and it made you angry. Your assistant Marian is escorted in by an officer.
"What the fuck happened?"
"Its probably the same girls that tattooed my face. I'm fucking done. I can't even deal right now. Can you call our clients fir the day reschedule?" She nods and hurries of. You survey the damage as the police and crime scene techs do their jobs. There isn't an item in the studio untouched. Nothing stolen except the first shot of Tom that you had framed on the wall. Everything else had been slashed and spray painted. Fuck.
Thank God everything is insured. You get of your insurance company and they sent an agent right out. You loved that picture of him, one thing that is nice you have the negatives. In your safe deposit box at the bank. The insurance agent cut you a check right then and there for everything. Your assistant came back in and said everyone was fine with reschedule for later dates. Everything was good to go said the police officer. He wrote out a report and had you sign it, and told you that you can come down tomorrow and get a copy of the report. You said "Thank You."
“You told Marian if she wanted to home she could and you would pay her for the day." She said "What are you going to do?" You replied with “clean up the Fuckin mess." She said
"I will help you clean." So we grabbed the big trash can and started picking everything up and throwing it in the trash can. Marian asked "Have you gone to your apartment?"
“Fuck that, I’m not going to my God Damned apartment. They found my studio, my car, my work place, I don’t even want to see my apartment.” You say with a sigh. “Marian, . . . it’s okay. Just go home, I’ll lock up what’s left of the studio. I’ve got some things to do.”
Reaching out she puts her hand on your shoulder before hugging you tight. You sigh and hug her back before painting a smile on your face. “Hey, if you need some place to stay, you can come to my apartment. I have a guest room.” She offers.
“No . . . it’s okay. I have a place to stay.” You sigh. “Go on. Don’t worry you aren’t fired or anything, just . . . a sabbatical.”
She nods before helping you lock up and then walking with you to your car. Getting in you wave and drive away. Leaning your head in your hand you feel numb. A little in shock. What in the hell was going on? You phone begins to ring and you look at the caller ID seeing it was Tom. With a sigh you answer it, “Aren’t you supposed to be doing pick-up shots today?”
“Luke just called me. Are you alright?” He questions worriedly.
“Well . . . . bit in the fucking hole right now, but other than that . . . .” You don’t mean to be snappy but you were a bit in shock.
“Go back to my house, I’ll meet you there.” He says quickly.
“No, Tom. You can’t, you have work to do and I . . . .I just need a little time to sort things out. I’m going to a hotel. I’ll call you later tonight, Okay?” You say softly.
“If you’re going to a hotel let me call Luke to set you up somewhere under an alias so you have privacy.” He says quickly before you hang up. You smile a little that he wants so much to help you and take care of you. “Please.” He says after a moment of silence.
“Alright.” You say softly. “I’m going to go get something to eat. Like . . . . a 5 gallon bucket of ice cream.”
“I’ll call Luke right now. We’ll get you set up somewhere and make sure your security is ready and waiting for you too. I don’t think you should go out on your own unescorted anymore love.” He says seriously.
“Yeah, I’m getting that.” You sigh softly, “Hey.”
“Yes darling?” He says.
You pause not really wanting to get into a deep conversation about anything right now but you felt like breaking down in tears. At the same time you weren’t about to do that over the phone and make him feel worse then he already did. “No Disney characters okay? Unless it’s a bad ass villain because I’m feeling absolutely monstrous right now.”
He chuckles, “Alright darling. Get some lunch and I’ll make sure everything set up. Call you soon with the details.”
“Alright.”
“Darling, I love you.” He says gently.
You smile a little, “I love you too.” The phone hangs up and you toss it aside. Then you pick it up and dial again, “Hi, Jade? I need you and Kimberly to do something for me if you’re willing. You’ve probably heard by now that my studio was ransacked . . . . I’m a little afraid to go to my apartment. Could you guys go and pick up a few things for me? Maybe meet me for lunch? Somewhere with extremely fattening food followed by gallons of booze?”
"Of course, ducky! I'm just about done on set. Meet you at the pub by my house."

You hang up only for the phone to vibrate. The text from Tom reads "Ravenna. The hotel where you first screamed my name. " He remembered that Snow White was one of your favorites. The tears start but you keep driving. Did he deal with this kind of thing all the time? You felt bad for all the celebrities who ever had to deal with stalkers. You texted Kimberly. 'Grab my taser.' No more fucking around.
You pulled into the parking lot of the hotel and sat in your car, waiting. Waiting for the world to stop. Stop so you could breath.
Closing your eyes you collect yourself before taking a breath and getting out of your car going inside. You check in under your alias and they show you to your room. You smile a little finding that they had gotten you quite a lovely and large room. Checking your watch you go into the bathroom and wash your face and hands before grabbing one of the bottled waters and drinking. The day had to get better. Jade and Kimberly weren’t just your colleagues they were your best friends.
Heading back out you slip the card key in your pocket and go back to your car. Once at the pub you head in and immediately go up to the bar, “Whiskey.” You say quickly holding up 3 fingers. The bartender gives a nod and pours your drink handing you your glass. “Keep ‘em coming until I’m flat on the floor, K?”
Heading over to a table you sit down sipping your drink putting your phone next to you on the table. You aren’t even checking messages at this point just deleting to free up memory space so you could get the messages that were actually important that you needed.
“Hey stranger.” A smile sweeps your face as Kimberly and Jade walk in and you stand as they each hug you. “This got a little worse from yesterday didn’t it.” Kimberly says touching your chin.
“Looks worse then it feels. Can you really see it through the make up?” You say worriedly touching your cheek.
“Nah, but I know what I’m looking for.” Kimberly admitted.
The three of you sit down and order your lunch as you finish your first whiskey and hold it up showing the bartender you were ready for a refill. “So,” Jade begins looking at you, “Your apartment seems pretty unmolested. Your mail box was rammed full but your apartment doesn’t look like anyone’s been in it or near it.”
“Ugh.” You say shaking your head, “My home address wasn’t on my website, but it looks like everything else has pretty much been blown to hell.”
“Don’t worry about it. We’ll get you set up in a new place, in the meantime we’ll just have to keep you doing on sight jobs.” Kimberly says reassuring you. “What does Tom say about all of this?” She questions.
You sigh softly, “He wants me to move in with him. He asked me last night.” You say as the bartender trades out your glass for a full one.
“But that’s good isn’t it?” Jade asks. “I mean, he lives in a gated community no one will bother you there. Security is pretty tight at that place.”
“Yeah but is he asking me because he really wants me to move in with him, or is he asking because I took an elbow in the face and got jumped at my car in the parking lot by the psycho faction of his fans?” You ask resting your hand to your head.
“Don’t be dumb.” Kimberly says, “He loves you. Any idiot can see when you’re together how he looks at you, when he holds your hand, when he wraps his arm around you.” You look at Kimberly suspiciously, “Yeah honey, everyone else noticed before you did a while ago.” You look at Jade who gives a nod having seen it too. You smile a little sheepishly. “Look, this is a good thing and the timing couldn’t be better. You were due to move into a bigger studio anyway, your business has been expanding and you’ve been recognized more and more for your work in the past year. Your website has been due for a major overhaul and all this is doing is getting us off our collective butts and getting a move on.”
They serve your food to your table along with some appetizers and you drink a bit more of your whiskey.
After lunch, they take your keys. "No way are you driving."
"You're right fucking gone, ducky. I'll drive you to the hotel." They help you into the car then drive you back and deposit you in the room.
You must have passed out because it's dark and your head is in Tom's lap, his fingers in your hair. His head is leaned back and he's breathing heavily, borderline snoring. Your mouth tastes like the bottle of whiskey you drank. You lay your head back down and fall back asleep.
Then you hear a noise and you are awake, it was just Tom. Then you start thinking what did I do to get a loving man like Tom. Then you pull yourself up on to Tom's lap and curl up and you put your arms around his neck and slowly wraps his arms around you.
Feeling eyes on you, your eyes open and you look around a bit more sober now but dehydrated. Looking up at Tom he’s just looking at you. “How did you . . . . how did I. . . .” You look around a little disoriented.
“Kimberly and Jade brought you back here. They brought your things with them and poured you onto the couch. I came after we finished filming pick-ups.” Reaching up he runs his fingers through your hair looking at you concerned. Reaching over he picks up a bottle of water that was have gone handing it to you. You take it and drink noticing there are three more empty bottles next to it. You look at him, “I’ve been giving you water since I got here.”
“Well that would explain why I need to run to the bathroom now wouldn’t it.” You hand him back the water bottle as he helps you to your feet and you scurry into the bathroom. A few minutes later your head is in the sink and your washing your face and brushing the strong whiskey taste out of your mouth and off of your tongue. Coming back out Tom is standing with a fresh cold bottle of water handing it to you. You nod and take it taking a deep drink. Your mouth did feel dry.
“Honey, I’m getting worried.” He says taking your hand, “Are you going to keep diving into a bottle every time something upsets you? Because I have to say, the last thing I want to do is to drive you to drink.”
“Tom, you didn’t see what they did to my studio. To all my work, to my equipment. I mean, the insurance company covered everything and paid me, but there is a lot that doesn’t replace.” You wrap your arms around yourself with a sigh, “My favorite picture I took of you, the one I had framed on my wall in the studio? Gone. My assistant, Marian was just as upset. I mean we’ve worked there for years. Then someone just out of the blue goes through and vandalizes, steals, destroys things? I think today of all days some whiskey was warranted.”
“And I’m not begrudging you that. Not even a little bit. But making yourself sick isn’t going to make all those things go away, and will only make you feel worse.” You sigh giving a nod looking down. He leans forward kissing your cheek wrapping his arm around your waist and pulls you against him in a tight hug as he rests his chin to your shoulder. “We should have prepared better, I should have prepared better before we went public with our relationship.”
You smile a little bit, “Tom William Hiddleston,” You say pulling back looking up at him, “You are thee British Pollyanna.” He furrows his brow not quite understanding, “You always look for the good in people. You never expect that someone could be such huge jerks, because you have this strange belief that everyone is basically good.” You explain before smiling leaning up and kissing him softly. “And that’s one of the things that made me fall so hard for you.” You whisper causing a grin to sweep his face. He wraps his free hand around your neck pulling you into a deeper kiss before hugging you tight once more.
After a moment he pulls back and looks into your eyes, “Obviously going out tonight isn’t an option. How about you go take a shower, and I order room service? We’ll watch horrible movies and eat comfort food. Yes?”
You smile and nod, “Sounds good.” You kiss him again as you embrace once more. Turning you start to head back into the bathroom but stop. “Tom?” You say softly looking down as you turn towards him leaning against the door way.
“Yes darling?” He pauses to see what you need.
“Can we . . . well what I mean is . . . would it be okay if we just . . . .forgo sex tonight?” You ask softly hoping he wouldn’t be angry at you.
He smiles walking back to you, “I understand.” He says kissing your forehead and rubbing your arms. He knows you are feeling incredibly shaky, vulnerable and are no doubt in shock from the events over the course of the past two days. “Kisses, cuddles, and junk food.” You smile and nod. “Go on, into the shower with you.” He says lightly patting your behind. You giggle before going back into the bathroom.
A while later, you come out clean, showered, changed into your comfortable PJ’s, your wet hair braided up high so it’s off your neck. Washing all the makeup off you notice that the bruise has changed color a bit. The swelling is gone, and it seems it was healing well.
Coming into the living room your eyes go wide looking around, “Good lord, Thomas!” You exclaim seeing tray after tray of food. “Did you leave any in the kitchen?”
“Well, I got a little carried away with the desert menu.” He admitted looking around.
“Can you eat any of this stuff? I thought you were getting ready to do battle with King Kong?” You ask walking over to him.
“I’ve got a few months. One night of gorging isn’t going to harm anything.” He says with a mischievous wink. Reaching out he draws you against him into his arms looking into your eyes a small smile seeing how much better you look having showered and changed. “Are you feeling any better darling?”
You smile with a nod, “Yeah. Just a horrible day, that’s all.” He nods and hugs you tight before you both reach for plates and filling them with food.
Both of you settle down onto the couch as Tom turns on the TV, “So what shall it be my love? Something heartwarming and gentle? Or something light and comedic?”
“How about something with a lot of vigilantism where the bad guys get whomped a good one for being jerks?” He glances as you with a small smirk as he runs through the list, “The Dark Knight?” He questions.
“Perfect!” He smiles and orders it before you lean back against each other beginning to eat your meal as the movie starts.
You sat there and ate everything on your plate and you went back for seconds. and you brought the pitcher of water and sat it right next to you. You had some hot pipes going on you couldn't get enough water. You looked at Tom and said "I promise that I’m going on the wagon this time."
" Darling take it slow one step at a time." said Tom.
You finish your second plate of food and you went back to all the trays and you see a bowl of chocolate pudding and whip cream. You put a BIG scoop of whip cream on top of the pudding and go and sit back down next to Tom and he looked at you and said "Are you planning on sharing?"
"No , I wasn't planning on it." You said with an evil smile. Tom said "You are going to be sick if you eat all that by yourself." So he went over and got a spoon and went to put the spoon in the bowl. You smacked his hand. He gave you a little pushed out bottom lip and said sadly "Baby I want some pudding too".
You just sat there looking at him all sad. So you got a spoonful and said "Open wide." and feed him the pudding. Looks at you and says "May I have some more Please?" You put some on your lips and leaned in and gave him a kiss. "Oh yes you are so tasty" said Tom He put more on your lips and licked it all off and again, again, again. Next thing you know it was all over you and him.
Giggling, you go into the bathroom and clean yourself up. Tom joins you and does the same. The movie is almost over. You cuddle with him until the end of the movie.
You've been thinking about the alcohol situation. "Come with me." You grab his hand and the card key for the room. Barefoot and in pajamas, the pair of you ride the elevator to the roof. You use your key to get into the rooftop courtyard. "Lay down."
You lay down facing away from him but your head next to his, your bodies making a line. The two of you quietly look at the stars for awhile before he sighs.
"So what are we doing, love?"
"That's you."
"What?"
You point at the myriad of stars. "That's you. You're beautiful and awesome and overwhelming and sometimes how big and wonderful you are makes me feel small and unworthy. You know I don't drink that much but there's been alot of my depth the last week. I'm not going to lose myself in bottle. It just felt like the most legal way to handle things."
He raises his head looking over to you, “Legal way?” He asks curiously.
You just smile and wrinkle your nose at him slightly, “I have great friends and co-workers that are going to help me get my life back on track.” Rolling towards him you rest your hand to his face looking into his eyes, “I love and am loved by the most handsome wonderful man in the world.” Leaning closer you kiss his lips gently before looking into his eyes again.
“You still love me then? Even after everything that’s happened this week?” He questioned having been worried that all of this would be too much for you and drive you away.
Thinking for a moment you smile, “So how soon do you want me to move in with you?”
His eyes light up as he raises his head looking at you, “Really?” He says in an excited voice, “You’re really going to move in?” You nod and he grins rolling over you and kissing you deeply. “Tomorrow! Tonight even! Right now if you’d like!”
You can’t help but laugh as he kisses you again and again. Both of you sit up facing each other hugging tight. You had a feeling that this was just the beginning of an interesting chapter in your life, but at least you had a wonderful person to share the adventure with. You both just sit together in a tight embrace, cherishing each other. Thankful, happy, anxious, nervous, but it was all wonderful. Who knew what tomorrow was going to bring, but the important thing is, you are together.
~The End~
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