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Limelight	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Hiddleston Views: 2495 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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                A while later Tom’s Jag pulls up outside your flat. You’re wearing the clothes he let you borrow last night and one of his hoodies looking out the window a moment. You open the door starting to get out before he catches your hand. “Hey.” He says calling you back as he pulls you closer and leans in kissing you tenderly. You close your eyes savoring the taste before he kisses your hand. “I’ll see you tonight.”

                You nod. “Okay.” You say with a smile still feeling incredibly foolish and vulnerable. Then you pick up your bag and get out careful not to slam his door before heading up the walkway. You open the gate and go up to your porch finding the door unlocked. You turn back and wave at him and he waves back before pulling away. Your smile fades and you close your eyes shaking your head going inside closing the door behind you. Could you have fucked things up anymore royally?

                As Tom drives back to his house he dials his phone before holding it up to his ear when it picks up, “Ellen? This is Tom. I need to speak with you as soon as you have a chance. Privately. Call me as soon as Shelia leaves for the theater tonight.”
                Ellen is sitting at the table in the kitchen. The smell of coffee and bacon make your stomach growl. You drop your bag on the couch and kick off your shoes. You unclip your hair as you walk through the house, fluffing it out, finger combing it out then gathering it back up and clipping it once more.
                You pour yourself a cup of coffee and sit across from your best friend. "Did you have fun?"
                "Loads. I have tons of pictures. Not enough of us though. You are off tomorrow right?"
                You sip the coffee. This morning called for hot and black. "Unless something unforeseen happens, yes."
                "Good. We need a day just you and I." Ellen reaches across the table and takes your hand. "So what did you want to talk about?"
                You stare down into the coffee, gathering your thoughts and putting them in order. "For starters, I owe you an apology for being a bitch when you brought up Ty."
                Ellen takes her hand back. "I thought you didn't want to bring him up. Ever."
                You sigh and twist your hands together. "I don't." Ellen crosses her arms over her chest. "I told Tom."
                "You did what?"
                "I had a panic attack. Complete utter freak out." You splay your hands in the air in front of you. You thump back in the chair. "He had this whole romantic evening laid out it and I ruined it."
                "That answers my next question of did you sleep with him."
                "I slept with him. Literally. He held me all night while we slept. No sex."
                "Are you ready for sex?"
                "No."
                "Do you want to have sex with him?"
                You look down at your cup, turning it in a circle with your thumb and fingertips. "Yes."
                "Then you need to let him in. He obviously cares. No man would put this much effort to fuck you and leave you. Even for bomb ass pussy."
                You laugh, surprised you even could. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."
                "So what's the actual issue? You like each other. You're attracted to each other. You both want more than a short term purely physical relationship. So where's the problem?"
              Rip off the bandaid. "I haven't had sex since Tyler."
                "Wait. What?" Ellen uncrosses her arms and leans forward. "What about Brett the dancer?"
                You shake your head. "Blowjobs and hand jobs. And that's kinda why he stopped seeing me. He wanted sex and I just couldn't."
                "Oh, honey." Ellen reaches for your hands but you pull them away and into your lap, where you continue to twist your fingers together.
                "I'm scared. What if I hate sex now? What if I'm so fucked up that I need to be hurt and violated? What if I can't have normal sex and enjoy it?" And you're crying, hot stinging tears. The sobs are painful vices on your chest.
                Ellen jumps up and comes around the table. Her arms wrap around you and the chair. "Oh Shel. Hey, it's ok." She shushes you.
                "What if I'm too broken? Too fucked up and Tom doesn't want to bother with it?"
                Ellen soothes your hair. "I won't say that's not gonna happen. But you don't know until you try. Remember how much you loved sex before Tyler."
                "I'm trying. But once things get hot or lovey, I wig." You leave out the unexpected orgasm from yesterday afternoon.
                "You have to let yourself be happy. It's ok to be scared. But don't shut down. Talk to him. He cares about you. He'll listen." That's what he keeps telling you. Maybe it was you that should listen.
                "I need to go to the gym. I haven't been for 2 days. I need to run."
                Ellen squeezes you. "That works. You go get some sweat therapy and I'm going to nap. I've barely slept the last two days."
                You turn to her. "And since I'm getting things out there, I feel shitty because you got to do nearly everything I wanted to do with you with your Facebook friends."
                "Shel, I-" Ellen let's go of you and stands up. "Shit. I thought I was doing you a favor. I never thought."
                You shrug. "There's always next time I guess."
                Ellen pulls you up, despite you going dead weight. "Look, I'm sorry. We'll spend the afternoon together today and all day tomorrow. The girls are flying out today so it's just you and me."
                You nod. "Get some rest. I'll try to get my head on straight."

                The shower runs hot. The gym time centered you. The run let you empty your mind and it felt so good you did body work. Your legs and ass were deliciously sore. You watched the water and the suds swirl down the drain. Getting things out in the open felt like excision. Plucking a thorn from a festering wound. Finally admitting all the things you didn't want to admit helped fit pieces back together.
                The afternoon with Ellen flew by in laughter and pictures. So that you almost felt normal as you walked into the Warehouse to get things ready for the performance.
                He had hardly expected so many explicit and graphic details but it explained a lot. Filled in a lot of blanks and put the puzzle pieces together. There was so much he understood now that he didn’t understand before. Tom was lost in thought for a good long time turning over all these details he had uncovered in such a few short moments sitting across from Ellen in the small café. They had met up at his request as soon as Shelia left to go to the theater to get started on her prepwork. “So then what do I do? How do I keep from upsetting her so again?”

                Ellen smiles a little, “Tom, just keep being you. Keep doing what you have been doing. You don’t need any advice on that. No one on this planet has ever treated her like you have been. Upsetting her from time to time is probably going to happen, because she is a woman after all hand she’s been put through the grinder a few times, but she puts that aside. She pushes it away and leaves it in the past because she Shelia. She’s learned from her mistakes and she doesn’t let them stop her from living her life. From living her dream and working.” Tom nods a bit still couldn’t help but be a bit nervous. “She adores you. And not in the same way me and the other ladies in my group do. She couldn’t give a rip about Loki. All she sees in movies are actors playing a part. It’s one of her worst fears to let someone down or disappoint them. Especially someone she really cares about. She’s worried that she’s going to let you down.”

                This was a lot to take in, a lot to think about and go over. Tom finished his drink and look at his watch, “I’m due at the theater in just a few minutes.” He says, “Are you coming to the play tonight? Would you like a ride?”

                “Not tonight. I think I’m going to go back to Sheila’s flat. She was pretty down and devastated when she came in this morning. I want to do something nice for her, you know? Maybe make us some of her favorite comfort foods, watch a couple of our favorite movies from when we were in high school sort of thing.” Tom gives a nod taking out his wallet and paying the bill as well as living a tip before they both stand and head outside. Before they part ways, Ellen stops and looks at him. “Thank you.” She says sincerely.

                Tom pauses, “For what?”

                “For caring about her enough to come to me. No other guy she’s seen would have gone to the trouble. As soon as they find resistance or a road bump of any kind, they decide she’s not worth it and drop her like a hot rock before disappearing.” She admits. “Sheila’s a good girl, with a kind heart just filled with love. But she’s been convinced that no one wants it.”

                “Then forgive me for saying this Ellen, but the men she’s kept company in the past were first rate assholes with no brains. They didn’t deserve to even breathe air.”

                Ellen smiled a bit more, “She needs something like you in her life. I’m glad.”

                Tom walks towards her and takes her hand, “It has been a privilege and an honor to meet you Miss Ellen. I’m thankful to know she has someone who has loved her and cared about her so much all these years.” He kissed her knuckles before looking at her, “I I don’t meet you again before your flight, then please have a safe journey.”

                Ellen smiles and nods before they turn parting ways. Ellen to go shopping, and Tom, back to the theater to get ready for tonight’s performance.
                After the performance, Tom didn't go out to meet the fans. He stayed with you while you cleaned up and prepped for tomorrow. You complete your routine and get ready to leave.
                "Have fun watching me?"
                "You're very meticulous. You've got a routine you don't vary from. You acted like I wasn't here."
                You duck your head sheepishly. "I pretended you weren't. You make me nervous sometimes."
                Tom takes your hand, sliding his palm along yours then locking your fingers. "There's no need to be. You're safe with me." He looks down at you. "I hope you know that."
                You avoid his eyes. The only people left in the theater are the crew. You round the corner and bump into Mark and Stephen.
                "Shel! Would you and Tom like to join for dinner and drinks?"
                "I can't. My best friend leaves for the States day after tomorrow. Maybe after that?" You look up at Tom who just so happens to be beaming down at you. You blush at such an open display of care. He looks to Mark.
                "Of course, old boy."
                "Thursday? Stephen is usually exhausted after Wednesday's double performance. I suspect Shelia is too?"

                "Thursday it is." Stephen half hugs you as you part. Tom squeezes your hand. "You're ok with this?" Actually, you were. Doing things as a couple was natural progression. And you couldn't think of anyone better to do it with than Mark and Stephen.
                "Yea. I mean, yes. Stephen's a good friend and I like Mark."
                Faisal waited by the door. "Do you want me to drive you home? It's a bit cold being January after all."
                "No, I'm good. The side walk is shoveled the whole way." Tom leans down, taking your face in his hands. He kisses you. This kiss is different than the others. His lips and tongue tell you he cares about you, you're special, you mean something to him, every brush and sweep. His body moves and lifts you up slightly. He lets go of your face to grab your arms, deepening the kiss, stealing your breath.
                Good lord could he kiss. When it broke, you drew in a deep breath. "See you Tuesday?"
                "I've got to take Ellen to the airport."
                "Come to my house after?"
                You shift slightly, his grip on your arms becoming uncomfortable. Tyler used to grab you like that. Tom senses your tension and slowly removes his hands. You smile, grateful for his excellent perception. "Ok. Should I bring anything?"
                "Only your gorgeous self." He steals another kiss. " You can call me. Or text me. Any time." He takes one last kiss then ducks out the door behind Faisal.
                The crowd has dispersed some because they thought Tom wasn't coming out. You make your way through the crowd and walk home. The cold air reddens your face, forcing you shove your hands into your pockets.
                The lights are on in your living room and 90s alternative is muffled from inside. You open the door to the smell of cooking meat and something sweet. Ellen has your back door open, smoking a cigarette.
                "You're home! Great. Dinner is almost ready."
                "It smells delicious."
                "Steak, glazed carrots and homemade scalloped potatoes."
                "Why are you fixing my favorite meal?" You open he fridge and grab a bottled water. "Because you don't. You're practically drooling."
                "I am not!"
                Ellen closes the door and goes over to the stove. She goes for honesty. "After last night and this morning, I thought you might need a little comfort food."
                "You're right. Pistachio pistachio ice cream?"
                "Bitch, are you crazy? I overpaid for the damn steak. And the girl at the grocers looked at me like I was talking gibberish when I asked for Ben & Jerry's."
                "I'll have to eat a pint a day when I come back to the States to visit." Ellen laughs. "Good, maybe you'll get some weight on you."
                "Hey, I eat. I just hate cooking for one."
                Ellen chooses to leave the obvious alone. Tonight was about comforting her best friend, not poking the bear. Especially when the bear looked to be in better spirits.
                You check your phone as you snuggle into bed. A message from Tom. 'Good night, Kitten. Wish I had you to snuggle with tonight.'
                You message back. 'Night, sugar. We have plenty of time to snuggle.'
                You start to doze off but the phone vibrates on your chest. 'Exactly. I'm not going anywhere.'
                The bed moves as Ellen crawls into bed. "You need bestie snuggles." She spoons against your back. Resting her head right behind yours. "Are you gonna be ok when I leave?"
                You thought over the last 24 hours. "I think so."
                "Are you going to give Tom a chance?"
                You sigh. "Yes. I'm going to try. He's not like anyone I've met. And he's been wonderful about this shit."
                Ellen nudges you. "He really does care about you." She brushes the hair from your face and kisses your cheek. "This could be good for you."
"I know. . ."

                You spend your first day off shopping and sightseeing with Ellen. She takes you a couple places that you hadn't thought of that her Facebook friends had taken her. You get her fish and chips from the same place Tom had gotten them the night before.
Your second day off finds you standing on the concourse, watching your best friend in the whole world walk toward the terminal. A bubble of anxiety swells in your chest. You watch her until you can't see her anymore. Tears blur your eyes as you hurry through the airport. You thought you would handle this better. You twist the strap of your cross body purse in your hands. You make the drive to Tom's gated community. The guard at the gate house let's you in after taking your name. He gives you directions when you tell him that you're not exactly sure how to get there.
                There's several cars in his drive when you pull in. Twisting the steering wheel, you almost change your mind and go home. You press your forehead to the steering wheel, composing yourself. The anxiety bubble is making it hard to breath and focus.
                The chill air steams your breath in the afternoon. Your boots crunch the frosty snow as you make your way hesitantly across the lawn and up to the door. You knock, secretly hoping no one will hear.
                A waif thin brunette with sharp cheek bones opens the door. The wine glass hovers close to her mouth. "Yes?" She's severely pretty, definitely a pro a resting bitch face.
                "Um, I'm Shelia. Tom asked me to stop by."
                She looks you over from head to toe, clearing taking stock of you. "Thomas!" She doesn't move to let you in, making you wait in the cold. You shiver slightly under the suede jacket, the sherpa lining not combating January London cold.
                Tom comes to the door. "What is it, Jane?" She nods her head at you. "Kitten! You made it!" He pulls you inside and into his arms. You close your eyes, savoring his touch and warmth. "I'm so very glad you did." You look up at him. He's looking down at you, positively smitten. He closes the door behind you, moving his arm to rest around your shoulders. "Did Ellen get off alright?"
                "Yes, I came directly here." He leads you into the living room, leaving Jane by the door. You hear voices, several voices. "Tom, what's going on?"
                "Dinner party, darling. Come on, they're going to love you." You glance back at Jane, feeling her glare upon you.
                “Dinner party?” You stop pulling him to a halt. “Tom, I’m not . . . I’m not dressed very well for this.” You say worriedly. “Maybe it’s better if I just go home and you could call me tomorrow.” You started to turn away seeing a woman with her arms crossed starring at you.

                Tom chuckles, “Don’t be silly kitten you look wonderful.” He says taking your bag and coat before you had a chance to protest any further hanging them up in the hallway before wrapping your arm around his and escorting you into the living room. You look around feeling incredibly out of place. When you enter everyone stops and looks at you and unconsciously you start to step back but Tom wraps his arm around your waist stepping forward. “Everyone, this is Sheila. We work together at the Donmar.” He said introducing you.

                You half smile still not knowing what to do or how to react, “Hello.” You say with a small wave. Tom grins and kisses your cheek before leading you to the couch sitting down with you as the party seemed to continue. You sit quietly, your eyes wide, your hands folded in your lap not knowing what to do or how to react.
                Tom introduces everyone. There's Ben and his friend Sophie. He seemed pleased to see you again. Tom's sister Emma and the glaring Jane and Andy Murray who you recognized from Wimbledon. You excuse yourself and hurry to the bathroom. Tom watches you. He catches Jane watching you too. Curious. You fix your hair in the clip, forming a disheveled but cute mess. You stop and look at yourself. Did you really just fix your hair so that he'd touch it? Yes. Yes, you did. You run cold water over your wrists and splash a little on your face.
                A soft knock proceeds Tom opening the door slowly. Shit. You'd been so frazzled you forgot to lock the door.
                "You ok?" Your smile feels a tad strained and you nod. But Tom just looks at you. You give up and shake your head.
                "No. I'm uncomfortable and awkward. And-"
                "Kitten. It's alright. I'm here. I invited you because these are the most important people in my life. Ben, Emma, Andy. And you." He sets the wine glass on the counter and takes your hands in his, lifting them by the palms with his fingers.
                "I don't want to be alone tonight."
                He turns his palms on yours and locks fingers with you. You were starting to like that it. "Then stay. They'll only be here for a few hours. Then we can cuddle on the couch."
                That sounds wonderful. "But what about the double performance tomorrow?"
                "Shel, you worry too much, Kitten." He kisses your knuckles. "Come on, have a glass of wine. We'll eat. They'll talk and drink and be gone in a few hours. You don't have to say anything. Just be there. I told them you were shy and quiet until you warmed up. Please?"
                Tom put up with so much from you. And you hadn't even been dating long. You could suck it up for one dinner party.
                "I don't think Jane likes me."
                "You're probably right. I think she's done with Andy and has her sights on me. You present a problem." You begin to compare yourself to Jane and you'd Google her when you got the chance. As if this week wasn't stressful enough.
                You raise your brows looking at him, “Well at least your perceptive and know what’s going on.” Yet another reason to love this man. A lot of guys who were being perused by manipulative women had no idea what was going on. Tom wasn’t a fool, he was completely aware of everything going on around him. It was probably why he was such a good actor too.

                He smiles and kisses your cheek, “Everything’s alright darling. Just relax.” He looks into your eyes his own shining that you were there tonight with him. Tom wraps his arms around your waist pulling you against him kissing you tenderly. His kisses were so absolutely heavenly. It made your entire body tingle down to the soles of your feet.

                “So.” You say with a small smile, “What’s for dinner?”

                Tom grins taking your hand, “How do you feel about Italian?” He questions leading you out of the bathroom.

                “As long as nothing is looking at me from the plate, I’m game.” You both laugh and go back into the living room regaining your seat on the sofa. Tom walks away for a moment but comes back carrying two wine glasses, handing you one he sits down next to you again. You smile and take a sip of your wine.

                “So Shelia.” Benedict Cumberbatch says catching your attention. Wow that was weird, Sherlock was sitting 5 feet away from you saying your name. “How do you like working with Tom at the Donmar? Real slave driver isn’t he.”

                The group laughs a little all having worked with Tom knowing what he was like. “Only during the performances.” You answer honestly. “He’s very dedicated to his role.”

                “Me?” Tom says looking at Ben, “This woman makes me look like a nervous choir boy, Ben. You wouldn’t believe the lengths she’s gone to, to make certain I get to the wings on time and looking the best I can. God help the foolish person who gets in the way of that.” Tom grins and takes your hand lacing his fingers with yours as he rests them on your thigh.

                “Somehow I find that hard to believe.” Ben says with a smile.

                “Dinners served.” A voice comes from the kitchen. Everyone stood from their seats and Tom helps you stand holding your hand as you all walk to the dining room.

                “You have a cook?” You whisper leaning closer to him.

                “Only for special occasions. I can’t exactly cook and entertain at the same time.” He kisses your cheek. “Too posh?” He questions with a smile.

                You smile, “I don’t know. Let’s see how it tastes first. But I’ll bet you could probably cook rings around anyone else.”

                You both laugh a little as everyone takes their seats around the table. It being Tom’s house he sits at the head of the table. You sit to his right, Ben on his left, and somehow Jane ends up seated next to you. As dinner is served the conversation starts again and you listen but you tend to focus on your food and eat quietly. It was absolutely wonderful food, the salad was fresh and tasty, there were fresh baked bread sticks, chicken marsala, and even lasagna.

                Tom sees the way you’re sitting up straight trying to eat very delicately and politely truly making an effort to be on your best behavior and not embarrass him. He smiles and reaches over taking your hand kissing your fingers resting on the table between you. You can’t help but look at his hands and smile a little. He didn’t seem the least bit shy or worried about being open that you and he were in a relationship.

                When desert was served, Tom excused himself for a second receiving a phone call that was very important that he had to answer and walked into the next room. As everyone continues to eat you can’t help but notice that attention is suddenly focused on you from on specific place.

                “So, Shelia.” Jane begins as though she was just waiting for an opportunity to get you alone. “Where are you from originally?”

                You take a sip of wine feeling a little nervous and shaky inside, “I’m from California originally.” You being not sure what to say but wishing to God you didn’t have to say anything.

                “And what did you do there?” She asked.

                “Umm.” Good God where was Tom? “I went to UCLA, and then I worked for a while in the Art District LA. It’s kind of like the Broadway of Southern California without all the . . . you know. Prestige and . . . talent.” You clean your throat feeling more uncomfortable by the second.

                “So then you just one day decided to come to London?” Jane says taking a bite of her desert. The rest of the night when people talked to you, you felt a little nervous but it was comfortable talking to them. Right now, you felt like you were in an interrogation room with a giant blinding light shining in your face.

                “Uh, No.” You say with a small smile. “I worked in Vegas for a while, and then moved to New York for a couple of years, and then finally I got to come here to London which is where I wanted to be from the beginning. People here take things much more seriously. It’s not all about the money more about the work. It’s different from the other places I’ve worked and I love it here.”

                “I imagine the talent is more appealing as well.” Jane added. She wasn’t exactly being subtle and the others at the table were giving her a look eating their desert quietly. “You probably didn’t have the chance to work with such well known and famous people in the states. It’s easier to get much closer to stars who are known worldwide. ”she said starring straight at you now. “Easily recognizable on the street. It must look wonderful on your resume.”

                There was a knot in your throat and it was a little hard to breathe. “I don’t know.” You say softly, “This is my first production working at the Donmar.”
                “Well, who knows. Perhaps after this performance runs its course you might not even need to climb your way up the backstage theater ladder anymore.” Now she was getting down right mean. “What exactly did you study? How to get ahead in business without really trying?”

                “Jane.” Benedict says wishing that Andy would reel in his date.

                “I majored in theater arts.” You say taking a drink of your wine. “Did you go to school?” You ask her calmly.

                “Why yes. I did.” She says proudly.

                “And what did you study? Advanced bitchery? Would that be a required prerequisite to manipulative gold digging and status advancing or would you say that was an elective course?” Your say staring straight at her. It gets eerily quiet and your eyes widen realizing what just popped out of your mouth. You look around the table and jaws are decidedly earth bound, Jane’s starring at you with eyes burning, and Benedict is holding up his napkin as if wiping his mouth except he was concealing a grin and trying not to laugh. You clear your throat and finish your wine before putting your napkin on the table, “Umm excuse me.” You say softly before getting up from the table and leaving the dining room.

                You didn’t want to go lock yourself in the bathroom again for God’s sake you did that way to many times already. Instead you go through the kitchen and hurry out the sliding door into Tom’s back yard closing it and going out into the dark part of the yard away from the light. Jesus Christ on a cracker, what was wrong with you? These were his friends, people he worked with, people he knew and probably grew up with. How could you just let your mouth take off like that? You could have taken what she was saying, she was just being a petty little whining child. She was sitting there with her date, and Tom was yours. What in the world prompted you to do that?
                Tom returns from his phone call in the middle of Ben politely reading Andy the riot act. He's all smiles until he sees you are gone.
                "What's happened? Where's Shelia?"
                Emma walks back into the room, having gone to check on you. "She's outside."
                Ben sips his wine. "Jane implied that she's seeing you too further her career."
                Tom stands back up. "Jane, really. Jealousy is such bitter fruit." Andy looks down at his wine.
                "Tom, I think we'll be going. Give me a ring in a day or two." Andy drains his glass. "Come on, Jane."
                Tom nods to Andy then to Ben, Sophie and his sister. "I'll be back in in moment."
                He grabs a blanket from the closet in the way out. He finds you sitting in a deck chair, shivering. "I'm sorry, my sweet. I had no idea Jane would be so crass." He situates himself behind you on the chair, wrapping his arms and the blanket and you.
                "That's only part of it. I know she's not the only one who will think that. That I'm using you." He squeezes you and kisses the back of your head.
                "Kitten, she's the only one in the room that thinks that."
                "Why couldn't I just let it go? I knew she was jealous and probably didn't like me. I knew she was baiting me. Trying to get a rise. Well, it worked."
                "Jane didn't get anything she didn't deserve."
                "I'm sorry for embarrassing you."
                "You didn't. Now can we please go inside, my sweet? It's fucking freezing.
              "Is she still here?"
                Laughter comes from the living room. Tom settles into the corner of the couch, drawing you against his body. You snuggle up for warmth and security.
                "Thanks for starting a fire, Ben."
                "No problem. I figured you would be cold." Benedict turns to his attention to you. "Are you alright?"
                "I'll be fine."
                "Thomas, you should have seen Jane's face. She couldn't believe Shelia had spoken to her like that." You blush. Tom kisses your temple.
                "About that."
                "No no, don't apologize. I'm glad someone finally said something. It was brilliant, Shelia."
                "Please call me Shel."
                "She hates Shelia." Tom wraps his arm around your torso. You're practically in his lap. You glance up at him. He smiles down at you. You return the smile, hoping it shows everything that you're feeling. He kisses your nose. Conversation continues around you. You start to become more comfortable and at ease. No one cares that you're cuddling on the couch. It felt good to open and affectionate.
                It wasn’t intentional, but before long your eyes close as you lay against Tom feeling very warm and comfortable after having such an emotional day and a good amount of wine. Tom smiles holding you close letting you rest.

                Ben smiles his arm around his date as well. “She was brilliant Tom, truly.” He says. “I don’t know if that sass is an American trait or if she’s just that witty.”

                “What did she say?” Tom asks everyone keeping their voice low so as not to wake you.

                Emma grins taking a sip of her drink, “Jane had been making an issue about where and what she’d studied at University. She turned it around on her and asked if Jane had attended college and taken advanced bitchiness as a requirement for status improvement and gold digging.”

                Tom’s eyes open as he grins, “Did she really?” He laughs looking down at you with a smile wishing he could have seen it. “I’m sorry I missed it.” He reaches up and gently strokes your hair wrapping his arm around you again.

                The conversation continues before it’s time for everyone to go. Tom gently moves you to lie down on the couch pulling the cover over you to keep you warm before walking everyone out. Saying their goodbyes Tom bids everyone farewell and locks up for the night. The kitchen staff already having cleaned the dining room and kitchen and left as well.

                Coming back into the living room Tom smiles seeing you sound sleep on the couch not being able to help but smile. It was probably a bit mean of him springing a dinner party on you without warning considering the exhausting week you had and he realizes he probably should have told you or given you some warning.

                Walking to the fire place he puts a few more logs in stoking it up good and high before returning to the couch sitting beside you and gently stroking your hair back from your face. Slowly your eyes open and you look up seeing his smiling face. “Hey there.” He says with a soft smile.

                It takes you a moment to realize where you were and what was going on. You sit up with a start and look around, “Where is everyone?”

                “They’ve gone. It’s nearing 1am.” He answers gently.

                You cover your face with your hand, “Oh God, Tom I’m sorry.” You say embarrassed, “I can’t believe I fell asleep. Why didn’t you wake me, or thump me in the head or something?”

                “You were exhausted and needed rest. I understood and so did everyone else.” He reassures you.

                You sigh looking up at him again, “Could I have been anymore of a complete spazz? In front of your friends, your sister?”

                He smiles and kisses your forehead. “It’s alright darling. I promise that next time you’ll have fair warning before any social gatherings.” He touches your face knowing you had been outside for sometime before he’d retrieved you. “I’m sorry that Jane was so rude to you. She can be quite the handful sometimes.” He didn’t want to worry you but he himself was a little concerned. She had a tendency to be a social media whore and only God knew if she was going to take his relationship with you and plaster it across the internet.

                “Well, I wasn’t exactly a blushing rose either.” You admit. He grins once again wishing he had been there and seen it. Ben was certainly impressed and amused by it. You stretch your back a little pushing back the covers as Tom helps you to your feet. “I brought back the clothes I borrowed the other night. All washed and everything they’re in my car.” You say softly.

                “And I have yours, all cleaned and pressed. The stage blood all came out they’re as good as new.” He reports with a smile knowing you were worried.

                You nod, “Oh good. That’s one of my favorite outfits.” You say with a small laugh. “I’m going to go get stuff out of my car. I’ll be right back.” Tom smiles and nods before kissing you softly. Then one more time. Then once again wrapping his arms around you pulling your body against him as the kiss grows a bit deeper. He felt so incredibly wonderful and made your body tingle all over. After a moment the kiss parts and he grins looking down into your eyes.

                “Don’t be long darling.” He whispers.

                You smile and kiss one more time before he reluctantly releases you and you hurry out of the house going to your car getting your keys out of your pocket.
                You grab the clothes out of the backseat. The snow crunches under your feet. Despite the obvious, it had been a fun night. You were glad you'd stayed. You really didn't want to be alone. The thought of going home and feeling how alone you were made your stomach clench. You don't both knocking, instead come right on inside. You take off your shoes by the door. But Tom isn't in the living room. Nor the kitchen. And the bathroom door is wide open with the light off.
                You peek your head into the bedroom. "Tom?" He's changed from his slacks into lounge pants yet is still shirtless. "Oh sorry." You duck back out of the doorway. You routinely saw him naked or in stages of undress. Hell, he'd stripped you bare just the other night. So why did this instance make you nervous and anxious and clench things low in your body? Because you were in his house, in his bedroom. He was Tom, not Tom during a costume change.
                "You can come in, Kitten."
                He's sitting on the bed, rubbing lotion on his feet. "I hope you're not planning on sleeping in your clothes. While you do look cute in those jeans, denim is so stiff to cuddle with. It's bad enough we'll be on the couch. I'd like for us to get as much rest as we can."
                You swallow, looking over the bed. It looked so comfortable and inviting. You really didn't want to sleep on the couch. Not with a double performance tomorrow and it already being 1 a.m.
                "We-we can sleep in the bed?"
                He lets his foot drop to the carpet. "Are you asking me or telling me?" He looks up at you, where you stand clutching the clothes to your chest.
                "I'm telling you. Just. . . Just no sex stuff."
                "As my lady wishes." You back out of the bedroom and change in the bathroom. You set your clothes on a chair. He's already turned down the bed and is waiting for you, reading a book.

"You look terribly cute in those. I don't think I can wear them again. They'll be yours when we stay over."
                "That's awfully presumptuous."
                "You've stayed over this makes three times." He did have a point.
                You nervously twisted your hands before climbing into bed. The covers were cool and the bed seemed to swallow you. Even though you'd already slept a couple hours on the couch, you feel overwhelmingly tired.
                Tom closes his book and reaches over turning off the light before scooting closer to you wrapping his arm around you as he looks down into your eyes. Even in the dark his eyes seemed to shine catching even the smallest bit of light. He was so incredibly handsome. Not just on the outside but on the inside. He was so supportive, and kind, and generous. Most of all he put up with your crap and even you realized that you were dishing it out A LOT recently.

                “I’ve never once thought you agreed to go out with me in the hope to further your career love.” He says gently knowing that it was one of your worst fears since day one. “Jane just said those things to hurt you, to get under your skin. It wasn’t only incredibly bad form but really . . . really petty.”

                “I know.” You say softly. “But it’s not just me. It doesn’t exactly cast you in a favorable light either, and I don’t want to ruin your reputation.”

                “My reputation?” He half laughs gazing at your lovely face, “I can boast having a beautiful, intelligent, clever girl on my arm that isn’t shallow, isn’t ambitious, and isn’t using me to her own ends. Others I know should be so lucky.” Leaning down he places a tender kiss to your lips as you wrap your arms around him. Once again, the smallest bit of affection sent little tingles all over your body. His strong arms around you, his wonderful lips pressed against yours. This truly was heaven. Kissing you again you both maneuver around into a more comfortable spot as you lay on your side and his body melds against yours spooning you tight as he wraps his arm around you lacing his fingers with yours. He kisses your ear and then your cheek before resting his face to yours settling in further.

                You can feel that he is somewhat stiff against your backside but he was being a gentlemen and understood you simply weren’t ready to engage in such intimacy quite yet. And he wanted everything to be perfect anyway. He needed time to prepare things so he could woo you and seduce you properly. You move your hips slightly rubbing against him causing him to groan in pleasure.

                “Not fair Kitten.” He says with a grin slipping his thigh between yours wrapping a leg around your leg. “You keep doing that and I’m not certain we’ll get a wink of sleep tonight.”

                You smile knowing you were being a tease. “You’ve taken me out to eat so many times, and cooked for me.” You say softly. “When am I going to get to cook for you?”

                “Whenever you like darling. I’d love to try some of your cooking.” He says snuggling against you holding you tighter to him taking in your scent. He loved how sweet you smelled wither it was your shampoo, your soap, or your natural aroma, it was all absolutely delicious.

                “Well. Don’t raise your explications too high.” You warn. “Macaroni and cheese might be a real possibility.” You were kidding of course there were plenty of other things you knew how to cook. “Unless we wait until we have a day off.”

                “Deal. Next break we have, dinner at your place.” He says kissing your cheek again. You smile turning your face towards his finding his lips as you kiss each other tenderly. Then a second time before you look up at him. “Get some rest love. You’re exhausted and it’s a two performance day.” You nod and quickly steal one more kiss before you both snuggle down into the pillows and covers soon drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms.

                The next day you’re standing in your work space, the shower wand in hand, Tom’s next costume at the ready your head down listening, waiting, your eyes glued to the monitor. Every once in a while you would hear chatter on the radio but didn’t understand it. It wasn’t related to the production in the least bit. Every time it would start the stage manager would come over the line and hush them demanding they stay quiet and keep the line clear. It was weird, this hadn’t happened before during a performance and everyone knew better.

                “10 seconds.” FINALLY something related to the production.

                “Ready.” You go to the door and quickly open it as Tom rushes in peeling off bloody clothing as he stands in the shower space. You turn on the shower wand with a wash rag soaped up and ready quickly passing over him several times as you both rubbed and washed his body getting the blood off him. The shower goes off and you hand him a towel so he can dry himself while you immediately pick up the first pieces of his costume. Drying his hair you start dressing him as he steps into his trousers and you pull them up before picking up his shirt. He tosses the towel aside and slips his arms into the shirt pulling it over his head tucking it in and fastening his pants. Sitting down you pull on his socks and then shoes and he bends down lacing them up while you retrieve his gloves holding them so he can easily slip his hands into them.

                “How we doing love?” He questions.

                “32 seconds.” You say. “Going faster than usual.”

                He grins fastening the gloves as you pick up two brushes and start combing them through his hair quickly and expertly. “Probably because we’re so good together.” He says with a wink. Putting the brushes aside you put a few drops of product in your palm and comb it through his hair.

                Tom stands looking at you as you quickly walk around him smoothing your hands over his costume making sure everything is in place. Coming to the front and facing him you run your hands over his chest finding everything was in order. Tom just watches your face a small smile on his lips. Suddenly he catches your hands and holds them up to his lips kissing your fingers. “We have a three day break after tomorrow.” He says looking into your eyes. “Are we still on for dinner at your place?”

                He had never done this before, talked about personal things in the middle of a performance and it was rattling you a little bit. He never broke character, not even while he was off stage behind the scenes. “Yes.” You say softly looking into his beautiful eyes. “Unless I get fired because you’re late getting to your mark.” You say taking your hands from him slipping the sling over his head as he adjusts his arm in it. You hurry to the door ahead of him and open it. However on the way by he leans close and gives you a kiss on your cheek before hurrying out the door. You roll your eyes slightly shaking your head closing the door hurrying to gather his soiled costume and set up the next costume change.
                After the evening performance and you finished your chores and now Tom’s costumes were in the dryer. They would be done soon and then you could hang them up and go home for the night. You went to your locker and got out your things. You pull on your coat that had been drenched in blood and Tom had cleaned for you, straightening it out as it was a bit chilly in the warehouse tonight. Slipping your hands into your pockets you pause feeling something between your fingers.

                Taking it out you find a small envelope with your name written on it in elegant swirls. It was beautiful stationary and you would recognize Tom’s writing anywhere. Picking up your bag you walk back into the laundry room to wait for the dryer to finish it’s cycle.

                Your attention turns to the letter and you curiously turn it over as a smile sweeps your face. It had a wax seal with an “H” as the crest. It was very old fashioned and incredibly romantic. Much more romantic then an e-mail or text message. You carefully break the seal and take out the letter opening it as you begin to read.

“My Lovely Kitten,

                Every since the first moment I saw you I knew there was something special about you. Your beautiful eyes shimmering in the sunlight, your hair illuminated by the reflection off of the window, you looked like an angel. Your smile lit up the room and your laughter the sound of a thousand angels singing in the heavens.

                Each time you kiss me it fills me with such joy, such energy, and makes me feel like the luckiest man to have ever have walked the earth. I lie awake at night dreaming of your soft, flawless, alabaster skin. Your exquisite body unclothed lying on my bed. Your lovely hair cascading down the pillows, the way your large plump breasts rise and swell with each gentle breath you take.

                The taste of you on my fingers permeates and lingers in my thoughts. Holding you against me my hand down the front of your silk panties as I found your hidden, secret, most guarded womanhood. My fingertips parting your lips finding your soft warm flesh. I could feel the heat against my hand causing me to press my aroused body against your backside. The warmth of your juices coating them as your body quivered in my grasp. Then the wondrous feeling of you surrendering to me as I gave you pleasure, holding you tight so you wouldn’t collapse to the floor when your knees began to buckle. Oh how I would have loved to see your eyes, see them shimmer when you climaxed under my touch.

                I cannot wait to hold your body close, to feel your naked skin against mine. Your breasts pressing against my chest feeling the beat of your heart, feeling the warmth of your breath on my face. Sweeping you into my arms and take you into my bed. I want so desperately to taste you. All of you. To caress every inch of your firm womanly figure leaving no part of you overlooked. Nothing would please me more then to be inside of you, feeling the heat of your body as your sex devours me as we join as one. There is so much more, alas there is not enough ink and paper in the world to describe all we’ll experience and share together.

                A goddess of such beauty should be worshiped, and I am eager to offer up my prayers in gratitude to be blessed to hold you in my arms. I look forward to making love to you, my special and dearest kitten. To feel your tremble and quiver as I pleasure you in every way I know how until you're weak and ready for sleep.

                Until then know you are always in my thoughts, and never far from my heart.

Forever Yours, T. XX”

                You stand there stunned your eyes starring wide at the letter unable to have a rational thought. Your cheeks were red, and your body was flushed with heat. You practically fall against the wall as your mind was completely and totally awash with thoughts of you and Tom in the throes of passion. As far as love letters went, this one . . . definitely beats them all.

                You didn’t even hear the buzzer on the machine go off as you just stand against the wall completely speechless eyes wide. You didn’t know what to say, how to feel, or how to react.
                "Shelia, can I have a word with you?" The stage manager has walked up behind you.
                "Oh fuck!" Her sudden presence scares the hell out of you. To quickly shove the note in your pocket.
                She smiles. "I'm sorry. I saw you still here and wanted to catch you. Can we have a word?"
                "Uh sure. You're not firing me are you?"
                "No. I did think about it. But you're doing a marvelous job and Tom, Stephen and Mark have spoken highly of you and have gone to bat for you. And despite your relationship with Tom, you've been nothing but professional while you're here at the Warehouse."
                "I feel a but."
                "Precisely. But after Coriolanus, you'll be on a probation. I do not like or approve of production affairs. I hope this won't be a pattern."
                "I assure you that it's not. This thing with Tom was wholly unexpected."
                "Despite what you may think, Shelia, I do like you. And you're doing a fantastic job. I'm glad we took you on. Just don't make a habit of sleeping with the leading men or I will let you go."
                "I'm not. I won't."
                "Social media is saying differently. Your relationship with Tom is all over twitter and tumblr. That was the chatter earlier."
                "I'm sorry, ma'am."
                The stage manager holds up her hand. "The heart wants what the heart wants. Enjoy your break."
                You hang up the costumes wondering what she was talking about. You turn your phone on as your walking out. Notifications begin popping up from all your social media accounts, tags, messages, follows. There's texts from Stephen, Ellen and Tom. Missed calls and voice mails from Tom, Stephen, Ellen and your mom. You sleep your phone and drop it in your pocket. You make the chilly walk home alone in the dark and snow.
                You wanted to spend the night over at Tom's but maybe it'd be better to stay home alone tonight. With ice cream and Netflix.
                It had been a while since you cooked for yourself much less for company. You hadn’t realized how lazy you’d gotten until you were walking through the all night store filling your grocery basket and adding things to your list that you’d left off.

                Standing at the checkout you go over your list again matching everything in your basket and give a sigh, “Finally.” Now you had everything you needed and probably more. Leaning on your hand on the check out as the checker empties your basket your mind drifts a little bit. Both you and Tom had been so careful at work. There was maybe one or two instances where someone might have seen you kiss, but it was like a peck of a kiss. Not a tonsillectomy exam. You smiled a little, those deep intense passionate kisses were the best.

                “97 pounds .50.” You arch your brows starring at him the total bringing you back to yourself.

                “Seriously?” You say in disbelief. He gives a nod and you sigh handing him your cash card. He rings you out and you collect your bags and head home.

                Once you get back to your flat, you put everything away and strip down getting in the shower. It was such a rollercoaster ride of emotions. Finding that letter from Tom . . . that wonderfully, graphic and delicious letter. Then almost in the same heartbeat turning around and being told you were on probation. It was like being slapped in the face when you were certain you hadn’t done anything wrong. At least nothing you knew of.

                Getting into your pajamas, you head into the kitchen starting to mix up the recipe for Tiramisu. It was a complete pain in the ass to make, but it was one of your favorite desserts and you made it well and it needed to be started the night before and left in the fridge to set. Once it’s all done and in the fridge you wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen. The rest of the menu for tomorrow night was pretty simple. Roast beef with carrots, potatoes, onions, mushrooms, and zucchini. Kind of an Irish-like dish as you stuck everything in the same pain and cooked it for 5-6 hours, but it was one of your favorites and every time you made it everyone seemed to love it.

                Turning off the light in the kitchen you go into the laundry room and put in a load of clothes turning on the machine. It was about 2am now which is why it startled you when a frantic knock came to the front door followed by the door bell ringing.

                You walk towards the door but stop and walk back into the kitchen grabbing the large clever holding it down by your side walking back to the door. You look through the peek hole and sigh pulling the bolt and unlocking the door opening it. “Tom. God, you could have called.” You say having already been feeling a little on edge.

                “I tried. You weren’t answering your phone and then it started to go straight to voice mail.” He explains coming into the door and closing it behind. “I was worried, are you alright?” He says a concerned look in his eyes.

                Wow, word certainly seemed to travel fast. “Yeah. She just basically repeated what she said before and that after this production I’m on probation. If I get caught seeing or dating anymore cast members then I’m history.” Tom just looks at you a little shocked, but it wasn’t that you had just been called out on the floor by your boss. There was something more. “What?”

                “You don’t know.” He says not certain how you couldn’t.

                “Know what?” Now he was starting to make you nervous. “Tom, what’s going on?”

                “Do you have a computer?” He questions.

                “A laptop.” You confirm.

                He takes your hand, “Come on, show me.”

                A little while later you and Tom sit on your bed your laptop between you as Tom pulls up several websites and news articles. You just sit starring at the screen in a stunned silence, your hand over your mouth. Tom looks pained seeing the expression on your face and the glazed over look in your eye. He didn’t want this to happen, and he didn’t want to be the one to tell you although there was no one who should.

                Finally you find words and speak softly, “That’s my production picture. The one they use for my profile and my ID at the Donmar. How did they get that? Stage Hands and lesser crew’s profiles aren’t on the website.” You say shaking your head in disbelief. You point to the line that seemed to pop up a lot, “And it’s says this story comes from an ‘anonymous source’. What anonymous source?”

                Tom’s jaw clinched a little having no doubt in his mind who was behind it considering her twitter account deactivated just a few hours before this ‘story’ broke. “I believe she studied advanced bitchery and social advancement.” He said in a low voice quite upset she would do something like this. You close your eyes covering your face with your hands. Tom felt like that was more than enough for one night and shut the laptop computer putting it aside. He wrapped his arms around you and you rest your head to his chest. Tom holds you tight his hand rubbing your back. “Oh darling, I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry about all of this.”

                Reaching up you slid your fingers through your hair looking up at him a moment before turning your eyes away wiping the tears from them. “You won’t want to see me anymore now.” You whisper your heart breaking. “Not after this.”

                Tom looks into your eyes and shakes his head, “Of course I don’t want to stop seeing you sweetheart, look at it.” He says touching your chin making sure you couldn’t turn your eyes away. “This? Is nonsense. Nonsense that isn’t going to last. If we don’t make a big deal about it, if we don’t take any of it to heart, and we go on as we would otherwise, they’ll lose interest once they see that there is nothing torrid going on.”
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