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Meeting Tom	By : annerp Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Hiddleston Views: 3000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Tom Hiddleston, or his assistant Luke.I do not own the Avengers or the character Loki and have no affiliations.This is a work of fiction and I make no money from it. Any resemblance to original characters is purely coincidence

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Chapter 4

"Hey." Tom says answering his phone.

"Hey Tom, I'm sorry to ask, but can you pick up Erica from school? She usually walks to a friend's house but her mom just texted me that she’s home sick," you ask quickly.

"Yeah of course, just text me the address and let me know where to meet her."

"Ok. Thank you. I will make this up to you I promise. I'll text Erica and tell her to meet you at the corner in front of the school. Her phone is supposed to be off during school but she should turn it back on when she gets out."

"No problem, I'll get her" he responds.

"Thank you again. I would ask her dad but he is out of town for work until tomorrow and Karen is at work too. I better get back to work. See you later."

"Ok babe, bye" he says hanging up the phone.

Later that afternoon he pulls in front of the school and parks the car where Anna indicated. When the bell rings kids start to stream out of the school and head home or to cars to be picked up. Finally he spots Erica walking out of the school gates with a couple of other girls. She stops and stands at the sidewalk looking around, but doesn't come towards the car, just waits looking around. Noticing she doesn't have her phone in her hand he realizes she probably doesn't know he is coming to pick her up.

He gets out of the car and waving calls out her name. "Erica!" She looks over and for a moment she looks confused then shocked as she looks at her friends who are all staring at him along with quite a few other people.

Quickly she runs across the street and jumps in the car. "Let's go!" she says clearly trying to rush him.

"What's wrong?" Tom asks starting the car and pulling away.

"Nothing, I just don't want anyone to recognize you. And your accent is so obvious."

"Oh" is all he can say as he drives towards home. "You didn't get your mom's text telling you I was coming?"

"No, I forgot to charge it last night so it's dead. It's ok. I'm sure none of my friends know who you are. It isn't like you came in full Loki gear. Thank god."

"True. If I had it would have been more like "puny mortal child I command your presence at my side now!" he responds in Loki's voice.

"Dork" is all Erica responds, but she is smiling.

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Later that night as you and Tom get ready for bed his phone rings.

"Hey Luke, what's up?"

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"What?"

"How did that happen?"

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"Uh huh, which one?"

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"Any others?"

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"Well at least there's that, ok, options?"

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"Uh huh"

"Shit"

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"No you're right. Let me talk to Anna and I'll call you back."

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"Understood, thanks Luke."

Tom sets the phone down and sits on the bed. He grasps your hands. Suddenly you are scared.

"That was Luke. He said one of the gossip rags is going to publish a story tomorrow. He is texting me the advanced headline. His phone beeps and he opens the message and grimaces. Handing you the phone you see the headline "Tom's teenage love child" accompanied by a picture of him standing by the car in front of the school and another of him and Erica driving away.

"How did this happen? Where did they get it?" you ask calmer than you feel.

"Luke said a lady who was picking up her kid must have recognized me and snapped the pictures. She sold them to the magazine." Tom responds looking at your hands. He can't bring himself to look you in the eyes. He is afraid of the anger you must be feeling.

"This is my fault. I shouldn't have asked you to go. I should have figured something else out. I should have known this was going to happen. What was I thinking?" you say trying to keep your voice down. You are angry, but not at Tom. This isn't his fault. It's your job to protect her and you let this happen. Mind racing, you pace the floor trying to figure out what to do.

Tom steps in front of you and holds your arms. "Anna, look at me, please. Luke said he talked to the editor about the story and they agreed to hold off running it if we would give them an exclusive interview."

"Exclusive? About what?"

"About us, our relationship. They promised to leave Erica out of the story and to not mention where you live," he explains.

You are shaking your head. "Anna, listen, this is the only way to protect Erica. I'm sorry but it is. We just do an interview, answer some questions and pose for a few pictures. It'll be fine."

"It's not going to be fine, it's not" you say starting to cry.

He pulls you into his embrace and holds you tight. "Shhhhh, it's ok love, I promise I will do everything I can to protect you and Erica."

"I can't do this, it's too much. I'm sorry. I was so stupid for not thinking this through. I should have been thinking about Erica and not being so selfish"

"No, honey, please. We can work through this. I know this is hard, but I am not willing to give up on what we have. My job, the distance, all of this sucks. OK and I know you and Erica didn't choose this. I would give it all up if you asked. Don't you understand what you mean to me?"

"I would never ask you to give up your life." You respond sniffling.

"I know, and that's part of why I love you." He whispers lifting your chin up with his finger to look you in the eye.

"Don't. Don't say that." You plead. You can't think about your feelings for him right now. You have to focus on how to fix this.

"I love you. I knew from the first time we met that I would love you." is his response.

"What do we need to do?" you ask with resignation abruptly changing the subject.

"I'll call Luke. He will set it up for this weekend. This particular editor has a reputation for being true to his word. If he says he will leave Erica out of it, he will." he soothes stroking your hair still holding you tight. It isn't lost on him that you didn't tell him you love him back and although his heart is hurting he is relieved you're not ending the relationship. Yet.

"I need to go talk to Erica and call her dad." You say pulling away.

"Ok, I'll call Luke and have him set it up. Would you be able to leave tomorrow after work and stay through Sunday?" he asks.

"Yeah, that's fine. I'll ask her dad to pick her up from school and keep her all weekend." is your answer as you walk out of the bedroom.

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"Luke, it's me. Go ahead and set up the interview."

"I'll call right now. How did she take it?"

"Not well. I may have lost her Luke." Tom chokes out."Why did this have to happen now?"

"She's coming though right?"

"Yes but only to protect Erica."

"At least she's coming. Focus on that. Do you need a room?"

"Yes. We'll be coming after she gets off work tomorrow and staying until Sunday."

"Got it. I'll book a room for you guys. Someplace private. I'll set up the interview for Saturday. It's gonna be ok Tom. You knew this was gonna happen eventually." Luke reasons.

"I was hoping it wouldn't be so soon" Tom says.

"I know, but let's just get through this. I know she cares about you and I know she makes you happy. We can deal with this.

"I told her I love her...."

"And..." Luke asks hesitantly. Afraid he already knows the answer.

"She didn't say it back. Told me not to tell her that."

".....Tom this is hard on her. Give her time." Luke has known for a while how Tom feels about Anna. Whenever he talks about her it is evident on his face. As he hangs up the phone, he really hopes this isn't the end and makes up his mind to try and help Tom win her love anyway he can.

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You knock on Erica's bedroom door. "Hey honey?" you call and open the door.

She is lying on her bed listening to her headphones. Pulling off her headphones she asks "what's up?"

"So I guess someone saw Tom picking you up from school today." You begin.

"So?" is her response.

"Someone took a picture and sold it to a tabloid. They were gonna run a story about it."

"But now they're not? Why?" She asks.

"Tom made a deal with them to do an interview about me and him, but they had to promise not to mention you." You explain. "I'm sorry about this. I didn't want this to happen. You shouldn't have to deal with this kind of stuff....."

"Mom!" she cuts you off "so he is going to tell them you are dating?"

"Yes."

"Oh ok."

"That's it? Just oh ok? You have nothing else to say about it?" you ask getting frustrated. Sometimes Erica could drive you crazy with how she reacts or as in this case, her lack of reaction.

"Okaaaaayyyyy..... It's cool. I guess." she starts, and then laughs when she sees you are getting frustrated again. "I know he cares about you, and it's obvious he makes you happy" she says unknowingly echoing Luke's words to Tom. "What were you planning on doing? Hiding forever? If you are going to be with him, you have to deal with this. And don't even think about breaking up with him because of this. What kind of example does that set for me?" She laughs again. "Besides I was kinda hoping to work him for a car when I turn 16. A really nice one. Since he's loaded and all."

You stare at her not knowing how to react. "You know this will change things for you. At school, with your friends."

"Really mom? You really think we talk about our parents love lives? Gross. Nobody cares. Although, if you are dating Loki does that make me royalty too? Hmmmm....." she ponders as you walk out of her room shaking your head.

"Goodnight Erica"

"Goodnight mom"

Leaning against the hallway wall you smile thinking about how smart Erica is. Yes this is an issue. Deal with it and move on. You could learn a thing or two from her.

Now you have to make the call you are really dreading. You have to talk to her father.

You walk back into the bedroom to find Tom sitting up in bed. He looks at you expectantly. "How'd it go?"

"Erica is fine. Nothing fazes her, but if she asks you for a car, please don't buy her one."

"Ok, I can promise not to buy your teenage daughter a car." he laughs. "What about her dad?"

"That went better than I expected, actually. He was very supportive. He's gonna pick her up from school and keep her for the weekend, so that is all taken care of. He agrees that we need to protect Erica and suggested that if worse comes to worse we can switch her school if we have to. He said that he could tell I have been happier and hopes it works out for us. Then he asked if you could set him up with The Black Widow." You laugh.

Yawning you pull off your shirt and bra. Then unbutton and let your pants fall to the floor. You look up when you hear Tom suck in his breath.

"Oh God. Honey." he begins.

You look at him confused then remember the bruises on your hips.

"Tom, Look at me."

His eyes are glued to those bruises, hand to his mouth. He looks horrified.

"Look at me!" you demand.

Slowly he raises his eyes to your face. "I'm so sorry." he begins again "I've really messed everything up haven't I?" he sounds so sad, so heartbroken.

"Tom, if I can face this interview, you can handle this." You insist crawling into bed with him. Now go to sleep. It's been a long day and tomorrow will be even longer.

"Ok." he responds still sounding morose.

The next morning you leave with Erica while Tom is still sleeping. You park in front of the school, looking over you tell Erica "you're dad will pick you up from school today, I'll be back Sunday. You can call me if you need me. Be good."

"I will" she says rolling her eyes. "Bye mom."

"Bye honey"

You arrive at work and immediately your boss calls you into his office. "It's been a long week" he begins, "do what you have to and let's close up early today. 1 o'clock?"

"Sounds good to me" you smile.

Getting back to your desk you text Tom and let him know you will be home early so you can get on the road sooner. The day flies by and your boss sticks his head in your office just before 1. "Wrap it up and get out of here." he insists with a smile.

"Leaving in 5 minutes." You answer.

"Good, see you Monday."

You finish up, lock up the office and head home.

When you get there Tom calls out from the bedroom "did you eat lunch? We can grab something before we head out of town."

You walk in the bedroom and see him standing in jeans with no shirt on. The muscles across his back flexing as he zips up his bag. Licking your lips at the sight of him you grab your own bag and start throwing clothes in. "We probably shouldn't go anywhere right now. What if someone see's us? I can go pick something up real quick."

"If you don't mind?" he asks.

"Don't mind. I'm starving. Does the car need gas? I can get it while I'm out."

"It does actually. I've been nervous about going out since yesterday."

"It's ok. I'll be back soon" you say grabbing his car keys and running out the door.

You run the car through the car wash, fill up the gas tank, and grab sandwiches from your favorite sub shop. Returning home you call your sister to ask her to feed your cat over the weekend. Quickly explaining what happened and why you are going out of town. When you get inside you set your purse down and tear into your lunch. Tom gets up from the couch and grabs his, only being a little more careful. After lunch you finish packing your bag and spend some time loving on Izzy. Tom spends almost as much time saying goodbye to Izzy as you do.

The drive is uneventful and you even nap on the way. Tom pulls up to the valet stand at the hotel. Instantly a young man opens your car door and offers you his hand to help you out. "Evening Ma'am" he says stiffly. Stepping out of the car you suddenly feel underdressed in your jeans, t shirt and boots. Tom steps out of the driver's seat, hands the valet his keys with some folded up bills. The valet nods his head and climbs in while his partner gets the bags out of the trunk. Tom walks around the car and placing his hand on your lower back he guides you inside the hotel and to a door to the left of the entrance. Shutting the door behind you, he walks up and takes a seat in one of the chairs across from a desk. Seated at the desk is a petite, pretty, brunette. "Good evening Mr. Hiddleston. How was your drive?" She asks.

"It was good, not much traffic."

"Luke called ahead and we have prepared your room as requested. Please call me personally if either of you need anything." she continues, handing him her business card. “If you will follow me, I will show you to your room?" She smiles warmly as she stands and sweeps her arm towards the door. You stand and follow her out the door. She leads you and Tom down a side hallway to another private looking door with an elevator at the end of a short hall."Here is your private elevator, the access code is on my card. Is there anything you need?"

"No, thank you" Tom answers.

"Have a good stay." she directs, quickly spinning her heal and exiting the hallway.

Pulling out her card, Tom punches in the code and the elevator doors open. You both step in and as the doors close you realize there are no number buttons to select a floor. The elevator whisks you away as soon as the doors are shut. When the doors open you gasp at the sight of the room before you. Opulent is an understatement. "Are you serious with this?" you ask.

Chuckling, Tom says "I think Luke may have gone a little overboard on the room."

"This room is bigger than my house" you say taking it all in.

Walking around you discover a bedroom, a kitchen, and bathroom. Behind double doors you find a huge master bedroom, with a giant bed and amazing master bath. In the closet you find all your clothes unpacked and your personal items stored. That's a little embarrassing you think to yourself. Tom seems unfazed and you realize he must be used to this kind of treatment.

"Are you hungry? Do you want me to order dinner now or would you rather wait?" he inquires.

"I'm getting hungry." is your response.

"We can order in, or the chef can come make something."

"The chef? OK that's a bit much. I really just want a pizza. A big greasy pizza." You laugh.

"Pizza it is then." he says pulling out the business card the brunette gave him. He picks up the phone and says "Angela where is the best place to get a big greasy pizza?"

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"Uh huh"

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"Large combination and some breadsticks"

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"Great, thank you." he says hanging up the phone.

Turning to you he smiles "alright pizza will be here in a little while"

After dinner you decide to try out the spa tub. Laying back you let the jets relax your muscles. The water comes up to your shoulders and feels so good. You can hear Tom on the phone talking to Luke about the interview tomorrow. You try to tune it out and clear your mind. Twenty minutes later you step out of the bath onto the plush rug. Wrapping one of the fluffy oversized towels around yourself, you walk into the bedroom. Tom is staring out the window at the city. It's a beautiful view, but he hardly seems to be aware of it. Walking up behind him you grab the remote for the curtains and close them. He turns to you and you let the towel drop to the floor as he wraps you in his arms. Pulling away you lead him by the hand to the bed. His eyes drift down to the bruises on your hips again. "Anna, I..." he begins.

"Don't tell me, show me" you interrupt.

He looks into your eyes and nods. You lay back on the bed running one hand across your stomach and up to your breast. You squeeze and watch intently as Tom sheds his clothing never taking his eyes off you. He is already excited as he kneels next to you, leans forward and takes your nipple in his mouth. He sucks and runs his tongue across it bringing it to a peak, before switching to the other one. He runs his hand across your stomach and caresses your hip, fingers skimming lightly across your bruised skin. Lifting his head from your breasts he kisses your lips then trails more kisses down your neck between your breasts and down to your belly button. He repositions himself between your thighs and leans in to place gentle kisses across the bruises on your right hip. Staring intently into your eyes he repeats the action on your left hip. He continues kissing your skin his head going lower toward your core. Dipping his head down he takes in a breath and then blows cool air across your mound. The sensation is intense on your flesh. Looking back up into your eyes he lowers down and runs his tongue along your outer lips then blows across your skin again. You are trying not to squirm with the desire you feel. Trying to keep your face impassive even though he already has you on the edge. Never breaking eye contact he presses his tongue onto your clit. You almost cum right then, looking up at the ceiling you grip the sheet tightly with your right hand as your left goes back to squeezing your breast. Tom pulls his head back and gazes at you patiently until you look back at him. When you do, he delves his tongue deep into your folds. Closing your eyes you slightly arch your hips up as he withdraws and waits again. He taps your hip lightly until you look at him again. Eyes locked on yours once again he pushes his tongue into your core. Understanding his unspoken rule you keep your eyes locked on his as he fucks you with his tongue. Raising up slightly he pushes two fingers inside you. Plunging them in and out he leans back in and sucks your clit into his mouth, running his tongue over it until your climax hits you suddenly causing you to call out his name.

Sitting up he licks one finger then the other, a devilish smile on his face. "You taste so good."

You blush and sit up to pull him into a deep kiss. You reach between you and begin to stroke his erection. You want him, but have something else in mind. Letting go of him, you guide his hand back to his cock and place your hand over his, stroking up and down slowly. You pull your hand away and lay back on the bed watching as he strokes himself. "Show me." You direct him again. He lies on his side next to you so he can maintain eye contact and slowly strokes his manhood. He pauses every few strokes to run his finger over the slit, rubbing his pre cum around the head. His stroking speeds up and it doesn't take long before he erupts in his hand without a sound. Without a word you get up and walk into the kitchen to get you both a drink. You hear water running in the bathroom. You walk back in the room as he emerges from the bathroom having cleaned himself up. You hand him his glass and lean up to kiss him softly on the lips. You break the kiss and climb into bed taking a big drink from your own glass. "Goodnight Tom" you say sleepily rolling onto your side.

"Goodnight Anna" is his response as he climbs into his side of the bed.
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