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Limelight	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Hiddleston Views: 2495 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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                The next day you stand in the kitchen getting supper ready. Everything was almost done, and you were setting the table. The kind of smallish table but you lived alone. You didn’t really need anymore. Tom was in the next room on your computer going through some things and making phone calls. You didn’t want to go out today, you didn’t want to think about the world outside. The things they thought about you, the things they had said. You especially didn’t want to think about how this was going to impact your career. You had only just started here. The place you wanted to be from the time you were in high school. Now that you were finally here, it might have been a very short trip.
                You light the candle on the table and put the dishes with the vegetables in bowls. You cut up the roast that was cookied perfectly you put it on a small serving tray and covered it before moving it to the table as well. “Tom! Dinner’s ready!” You call putting napkins down beside his plate and then beside your own.
                Tom heard your voice and finished his phone call before setting your laptop to sleep and closing it coming into the kitchen. “Mmmm, smells wonderful!” He says with a grin. “I’m starving.” Walking over he wraps his arms around you and kisses your cheek.
                You smile a little leaning your head back against his shoulder loving the way he hugged you, the way he held you. You turn in his arm and smile up at him then the two of you pull closer and kiss tenderly. After a moment you meet each other’s gaze getting lost in one another’s eyes, the glow that was there of desire and lust, but of care as well.
                Tom place one more soft kiss to your lips, “I’ll open the wine.” He says gently his breath deep in his chest. You give a nod and he smiles a bit brighter kissing you yet again before reluctantly releasing you and going to the fridge. You get down wine glasses and set them on the table as he comes over removing the cork from the bottle and filling each glass. He’d gone out a bit earlier in the day wanting to provide wine for dinner and it gave you an hour or two of privacy so you could ball your eyes out while screaming at the top of your lungs. Just letting it all out and finally not doing it in front of him. You felt better by the time he got back and could be more human.
                Sitting down together you both ate having conversation back and forth somehow managing to avoid everything that was going on outside of your small flat. It seemed like the best thing to do today. Tom seemed to think everything you made was absolutely delectable. Although once or twice you had to laugh feeling like he was over doing the praises a little bit. It wasn’t like you were Gordon Ramsey or anything.
                After supper you both move to the couch in the living room. You bring coffee and a piece of Tiramisu for each of you. Neither of you seemed interested in turning on the TV and seemed to prefer just each others company. Once again, he was full of praise for your cooking prowence and you just wrinkled your nose playfully at him letting him know you weren’t buying it. He could cook far better then you could by leaps and bounds and you knew it.
                The two of you curled up on the couch in each others arms just resting together, glad that you could be so close and touching without anyone staring at you, or judging you, or talking about you like you were the arch villain in some nefarious plot to rule the world by way of coffee and dancing.
                “I had hoped to take you somewhere tomorrow.” Tom said finally breaking the silence rubbing your shoulder as he held you close. “I’ve been planning it for a little while, but I’m not certain if you’d be comfortable going out right now.” He says with a sound of disappointment in his voice.
                You look up at him, “Where were you taking me?” You ask curiously.
                He smiles and kisses your nose, “Nope. Haven’t given up on the intention of still taking you there and I want it to be a surprise.” He says stroking your hair. The way he looked into your eyes made a quiver go down your spine. As though you were the most beautiful girl in the world. No one ever looked at you that way.
                The next morning after breakfast, Tom blindfolded you when you got in his Jaguar wanting this to be a surprise. It felt incredibly silly but you played along. “I’m not being taken to a firing squad am I? Don’t I get like a last request or a cigarette or something?” You ask playfully.
                “Ehehehehehe.” Tom takes your hand and kisses your knuckles lacing his fingers resting them on your tight. “I told you darling, you’re safe with me.” He promised. “Always.” The radio was playing the most recent Lady Gaga song on the local station when at last the car came to a stop and Tom parked. You started to reach up for the blind fold but he caught your hand, “No no, not yet. Wait.” He says kissing your hand again before getting out of the car and walking around to your side. He opened the door and unbuckled your seatbelt taking your hands helping you out of the car closing the door and locking the car. “Come on.” He says holding your hand.
                “Well. This just turned into a trust exercise from college theater.” An exercise that you never excelled at by the way. It was always like holding a cat over a tub of water. You played a long once and your partner was a complete ass you walked you over some stairs. It wasn’t a full stair case but it was 5 stone stairs and you ate it hard. That was the end of your playing along with that game.
                Tom smiles and kisses you softly, then once more his arms wrapped tight around you. “Don’t worry love. It’ll be worth it. I promise you.” He kisses you again a bit more deeply than before. His kisses were absolutely divine, and you eagerly kissed him back. There was something so incredibly erotic about kissing him with a blind fold on. All you had was your senses. He was taller then you and your arms around his neck brought you to your toes. Your bodies press together anxiously as your hands roam over each other slightly. Tom grins knowing if this went on another moment tumblr really would have something to explode about. “Come on darling.” He says taking one of your hands and wrapping his other arm around your waist so you would feel secure walking you forward. Your free hand clutches to his arm still feeling very uncomfortable like the ground was going to disappear from under your feet.
                You can feel that you are walking through a hallway and maybe even pass through a door finally coming to a stop. Tom releases you but you’re reluctant to let go of him. He smiles and kisses your cheek as his hands go to the back of the blindfold and unties it taking it from your eyes. It takes a moment as the bright light blinds you for your sight to adjust. When your eyes clear you look at your surroundings. It only takes a moment before you realize where you were standing. “Oh my God . . . .” You breathe as you slowly turn completely taken back by your surroundings. Tom can see the excitement slowly over taking you as a smile sweeps your face. “Oh my god!” You repeat in disbelief.
                Every since you were a little girl and had developed an obsession with Shakespeare, you always wanted to see his theater that was built near the Themes. The Globe theatre. Shakespeare’s, Globe Theatre. The one that stood today was of course not the original since the original had burned down. But it was a replica of the original built in 1614. Tom, of course, had been there many times in the course of his lifetime and his focus was solely on you. He couldn’t help but enjoy the sparkle, the eagerness, and the child like wonder shining in your eyes. All of the nonsense that was going on at work, backstage at the Donmar, the social media, none of it existed right now. There was nothing outside of this moment. A moment he got to share with you.
                “Oh my God!” Was all you can exclaim covering your mouth with both of your hands as you find yourself standing in the center of the floor looking up towards the different levels of boxes and seating, turning around slowly taking it all end. “Hundreds of years, Tom. Hundreds of performances of HIS plays, hundreds of thousands of people crowding in to see them, just to walk through this theatre.” You say in complete awe and reverence. Tom smiles just watching you walking closer. You turn and reverently walk towards the stage reaching out slowly and putting your hands up on the stage. “And all the actors, so many actors that have trotted these boards night after night. Wow!” You breathe in utter awe.
                “Are you glad you decided to come out with me today?” Tom questions. You turn looking at him your eyes bright and before you realize it or stop yourself you hop into his arms wrapping your legs around his waist kissing him hungrily your hands cupping his face before sliding into his hair devouring his lips hungrily. Tom’s arms around you holding onto your backside the kiss parts as you look into each other’s eyes unable to help from laughing. “I’ll take that as a yes?” Tom chuckles a light in his eyes looking up at you.
                “Thank you.” You breathe, “Thank you so much” you kiss him again, “Thank you.” You wrap your arms around each other embracing tightly. He kisses you again before setting you back down to your feet. “Can we look around? Can we see stuff? I mean, can we check things out?”
                “Absolutely. Whatever you’d like.” He says with a bright smile adoring your anxious energy.
                “Well come on!” You say holding his hand tight in yours hurrying to go and find out what and where you could explore, wanting to see anything, everything there was to see.
                Tom slowly opens his eyes, his hands kneading your thighs. He looks deep into yours. "Today has been truly wonderful." He takes the back of your neck and pulls you into another kiss. You savor the taste of him, nibbling his bottom lip.
                "Because of you. That was an amazing surprise." The two of you had spent all day at the Globe. You still had an adrenaline high from being there. That he'd do this for you had you on cloud 9. So much so that you couldn't stop kissing him, touching him. You'd burnt dinner and had to order pizza.
                So here you sat astride his lap, combing your fingers through his hair as you drank in his kisses. His hands roam your back and ass. You feel his hard member pressed between the two of you. He groans with each press and shift of your weight. But he let you move at your pace.
                You surprise the both of you when you pull your shirt off. His lips press to your throat. The tip of his nose presses into the hollow of your throat. He curls his arms over your shoulders and pulls you down.
                "You're so stunning."
                "Shut up and kiss me."
                "As my lady wishes." He holds the back of your neck and kisses you, deep and thorough. "What else does my lady wish?"
                Your stomach twists, nerves race your heart and speed your breath. "I want you. . ."
                He sucks in his breath. He rests his forehead between your breasts. "Are you sure?"
                "I do. . ."
                "But?" He leans back and looks up at you.
                "I'm scared. I haven't-" You slid off his lap. And he stands. "I don't want to run."
                "I'm here, Kitten."
                You swallow, your hands shake as you reach up and unhook your bra. You shrug your shoulders and work the straps down. The bra falls to the floor. His fingertips glide up the back of your arms. You can't bring yourself to meet his eyes. Instead, you unbutton his shirt. Your palms skim up his chest and under his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. He kisses the top of your head.
                "Tom. I told you I haven't been with anyone since Tyler." You rest your forehead on his chest. "The last time he hurt me...it was bad. Really bad. And I'm scared." He rubs the backs of your arms. "I'm scared that I'm broken and that-" Your chest squeezes and your feel the urge to run. He shushes you. "-That I'm broken and I can't enjoy normal sex. That I'm ruined."
                He pulls you back and looks at you. "Shelia. Kitten. Baby. I'm here for you. I will do or not do whatever you want."
                Despite your shaking, you grab the waistband of his pants and pull him to the bedroom.
                You turn to face him as you walk backwards and he reaches up cupping your face in his hands as your lips meet again anxiously. His large strong hands grasp your shoulders gently as your fingers expertly unfasten his trousers as you pause next to the bed. The kiss parts as you look up into his eyes as your hand slowly slides down into his boxers caressing his stiff member. The one part of his anatomy that you had tried from day one to avoid staring at, touching, or even brushing on accident. God knows you wanted to feel it in your hand, and caress it with your fingertips. At last, this was your chance. Tom’s eyes roll back slightly and close shuddering at your gentle caresses.
                You stroke him slowly at first, feeling the length of his shaft down to his sack rolling him over and over again in your hand before returning to his member that was starting to throb in anticipation and anxiousness. Barely able to draw a breath his hands remain on your body, his eyes closed as he rests his forehead to yours enjoying your attentions on his body. After a few more moments his fingertips draw down your arms moving to your body as he finds the front of your jeans and unbuttons them slowly sliding the zipper down anxious to lavish you with such anxious attentions.
                Tom kisses you gently, then a bit more passionately before pulling your pants down over your hips to your thighs, returning to your lips a moment with another eager kiss before lying you back down on the bed. With one shift expert move he slips the rest of your clothing from your legs and tosses them to the floor before removing his own as you move up further on the bed to the pillows.
                Eagerly he crawls up on the bed over you looking down into your eyes as he carefully settles over you leaning on his elbow as his beautiful blue eyes look down into yours shining up at him with pure adoration and a good amount of lust. He loved the way you looked at him, like he was the only one in the world to you. Your hands rest on his arms a moment as you adjust yourself underneath him a bit better so you’re both a little more comfortable. “You’re certain?” He whispers gently smoothing his fingers through your hair moving it from his view as it cascaded down the pillowcase just as he’d envisioned in his dream.
                You reach up caressing his handsome face loving the feel of his scruff against your hand, that end of the day 5 o’clock shadow that Coriolanus usually wore on stage that you never could quite help but find very alluring and attractive. “If I had kept my mouth shut, if I would have acted like an adult instead of a whining child, if I had left all that stuff in the past like I should have done . . . . would you be as hesitating as you are now?” You whisper hating the fact that you’d made him nervous.
                “I don’t want to hurt you darling.” He answers tenderly, “Even before I knew of your past, and you told me how you were treated . . . . from the moment I saw you all I’ve wanted is to know you. Love every part of you. To make you shiver in ecstasy again and again. If you were to cry out, I desperately want it to be in pleasure that I’ve given you.” You can feel his body tense over you as it seemed he was holding himself back with every ounce of strength and will power he could muster.
                Always, in all things, Tom was so gentle. In the way he treated people, in the way he approached things, in his work, in his relationships, even when he was ‘upset’ with something or someone . . . . he had a very gentle soul and a gentle heart. Maybe that’s what you loved about him most. “Then forget everything else.” You whisper softly, “And I will too. There’s no one here tonight except me, and you.” You promise. You knew that you were going to struggle with this mentally but you had to give him a break. He had been working so hard, been so generous and patient. You couldn’t turn into a ravening waterfall of tears and fear. He didn’t need that and he didn’t deserve it. “I’m in your arms.” You whisper. “And your arms alone.”
                “We’ll go slow.” He says gently. “Tell me what you want.”
                You gaze into his beautiful eyes feeling the way his hand smoothed over your shoulder and down your body caressing your warm curves. “I want you.” You breathe.
                A smile sweeps his face as he looks into your eyes before leaning down and kissing you softly savoring the taste of your luscious lips. Your hand slid through his hair and then down his neck coming to rest on his strong muscular back. He was so incredibly handsome, so indescribably sexy, and you had fantasized about being with him almost every day for the past few months. None of those day dreams were a fraction of what just lying here in his bed, in his strong arms, unclothed felt like.
                It doesn’t take long for the kisses to become deeper as the passion grows between you, your leg wrapping around his as your bodies meld together rocking slightly as you roll over onto his back. His hands wrap around your waist firmly before caressing up your back wanting to touch every inch of your beautiful body. Your thighs straddles his hips as you can feel him against you, growing just as anxious by the moment. You shift your hips against his sensitive member causing him to shutter and groan in approval into your mouth kissing you deeper still your tongues touching and tasting anxiously devouring one another between your lips hardly able to feast enough on the exquisite delicious pleasure it caused deep within your anxious bodies.
                He moves his hand down between your thighs and gently begins to stroke your soft secret hidden sex that had grown hot and wet with eager anticipation well beyond ready to receive him. He would get there but the two of you had so much to explore of each other, so much to savor. Your body quivers around him, hardly able to contain the growing need to have him inside of you.
                Tom’s hand gently slides into your hair and comes to rest at the back of your neck, his other hand moves down your back bracing you firmly against him as he turns your bodies with one swift move over onto your back so that he’s laying over you. You devour each kiss once more as his hands continue to caress your body as the kiss breaks, and he begins to trail kisses over your face, and down your throat to your neck. His arm still wrapped tight around you, his free hand moves down over your body firmly stroking and caressing you as he explores your soft curves. His kisses continue down your chest pausing at each breast. His tongue flicking slightly at one nipple before slowly tracing it in a slow deliberate circle suckling gently. Then he moves to give the same attention to the other causing your back to arch and another moan to escape from deep within you.
                After a few moments his kisses and affectionate caresses move down further over your belly resting his face there a moment squeezing his arm tight around you as he hugs your body to his. As if taking a moment to recenter and calm his own growing enthusiasm and desire so that he could continue. Your fingers slide through his hair again and again as your hands stroke his head as your nearly gasping for air, your body completely aflame with desire and lust. Every touch, every kiss, everything was pure heaven. You’d never experienced anything like this before loving the way he was holding you in his arms.
                When he began to lavish affections on you once more, over your belly his hands moving down your sides holding you firmly, you could feel his tongue and lips caressing your abdomen and traveling lower still. Your eyes open and you suddenly find yourself flashing back to what resulted in a hospital trip. Tom would never do that to you, not in a million years. No decent guy would do that to you, but Tyler . . . . Tyler wasn’t even human.
                Rather than throw a wrench in the works or ruin the flow you quickly sit up sliding your fingers into his hair pulling him up into a anxious kiss, hungrily consuming his lips and tasting his tongue. He didn’t know every detail of everything that had happened, and you certainly weren’t about to tell him of it. Tom seemed caught off balance for a moment having been intending you orally please you first, but that soon passed as he became lost in your taste. As you lay back, he crawls up over you once more anxiously returning your every kiss.
                Wrapping your legs around him tight you arch your back pressing the length of your soft body against his firm one as a shudder travels down his spine. His hand finds his way down between your thighs as he expertly caresses your sensitive clit once again causing your entire body to quiver. You can feel his member hard as steel throbbing against your inner thigh until neither of you could stand to wait any longer. He brushes the tip against your hot wet womanhood pressing a bit as he rubs against you overwhelmed by the sensation.
                Your hands cling to his back as your thighs open a bit more giving him all the access possible. His arms move from beneath you as he cradles your head in his hands looking down into your eyes as you meet his gaze. He wants to see everything, every moment, every little reaction as he slowly begins to push his large solid member into your tight body. You gasp at the sensation as your back arches high starring deep into his eyes. His hips continue to move until he fills you completely coming to rest deep inside your depths.
                It was such a profound, personal, intimate moment, one that defied words. Leaning down he kisses your lips deeply his entire body quivering at the sensation of your warmth engulfing him completely. You were so beautiful, and not just to look at. He loved everything about you. Your quirks, your weird sense of humor, the silly way you danced when you thought no one was watching, the way things would just pop out of your mouth without warning immediately embarrassing you, your ability to take care of yourself with a sharp wit like you did when Jane was attacking you for no reason. Your hard work and dedication, your compassion, your selflessness, all of it made you so beautiful, so special to him.
                The eager passion you share for each other causes your bodies to begin to move in anxious desire and lust. Each thrust, each stroke sending another wave of pure pleasure down your entire being. It made your thighs tense, and it made your toes curl his holding you in his arms as he took you. The kisses continue until you both needed air and he rests his face against yours moving deep inside your warmth with a bit more purpose.
                The small sounds of pleasure spurring him onward desperately wanting to hear more. He kisses your neck and then your shoulder moving a bit deeper still inside of you. You can hardly breathe, hardly form a thought as your hands cling to his back, your nails digging into his skin slightly as you hold on for dear life. Your back arching and bowing meeting his every thrust inside of you wanting more of the same, all he had to give you. You never experienced such elation. Even though you had had some experience with sex before Tyler and enjoyed it, it was never like this. It never felt so good.
                “God Tom,” You breathe your eyes closed tight your body continuing to movie in anxious tandem with his.
                “Let go, Kitten.” He whispers encouragingly in your ear. Even though you were completely amerced in his affection, he could still feel you holding back. He could feel your apprehension, once again waiting for the other shoe to drop. “Your safe with me, I’ve got you.” He said holding you tighter in his arms. “It’s alright darling, you can let go.” He’s hardly able to breathe moving a bit deeper and harder inside of you.
                This was everything you missed about sex, everything you wanted it to be, everything you were afraid you couldn't enjoy. He took such care to make sure he didn't hurt you. You could feel him holding back just as you were. His entire glorious body sings with tension. His strong arms shake with effort as he held himself over you. He searches your face, looking for the first sign that things were too much for you.
                Your body undulates beneath his, writhing like a wanton thing. He loved it. Watching you arch and buck, but you still held onto to fear.
                "You are so amazing." He didn't look away from your face. "I'll never forget your face. Your head thrown back." Hard thrust that makes you gasp. "Your mouth open just enough to let those screams out. Your tongue-" He groans as it flicks out to whet your lips, he loses rhythm. "Yes, your tongue teasing your lips." He dips his head to touch his tongue to yours before claiming your mouth. You whimper as he fucks you in both your hungry mouths. He sucks your tongue as he pulls away.
                Goddamn, he was more than you ever fantasized. Pure fucking desire and need and he wanted you. He struggles to speak, his entire body shaking with effort. He wanted you to go first. "The way-" He swallows. Your body tightens around his, causing him to cry out. "The way the sweat glistens on your milky flesh." He grits his teeth. "You're shaking, darling."
                "Yes!"
                "Let go, baby." He can't take much more. You felt so good, so tight. So amazing. And he felt like nothing you'd ever had. Was this? Was this love? Did you love him? You'd only been dating a month but love had no sense of time. You did. You loved him. Your eyes snap open and meet his.
                "I-I love you, Thomas."
                He kisses you, his thrusts becoming awkward and uncontrolled. "Cum for me, Kitten." He didn't exactly say it back. Your insecurity crept in. Desire began to wane. "Shelia. Cum. For. Me." Each word punctuated with a thrust that took your breath away. He might not love you but he cared. That was a start, right? Oh god, brain please don't ruin this now. This was the best day of your life. You love him. That's all that matters. "Please, baby. I can't-" He swallows visibly, his head thrown back. The way the moonlight hits him. He's like a god, and he's yours. You let go.
               Once you give your body permission, the flood gates open. Literally. Your orgasm hits and sweeps you away. Shaking and screaming his name. "Thomas!"
                He can't hold back any longer. He buries his face in your neck and rides out his passion. He kisses your cheek before falling to the side, spent and out of breath.
                "You-" He licks his lips, his chest heaving. He pulls you half onto his chest. "You are wondrous. There's no words." He still hasn't responded to your declaration. He combs his fingers through your hair. "You, my darling, my sweet sweet girl, you have completely ruined my plans."
                You look up at him, resting your chin on his chest. Your brain is desperately trying to eat at you but you just had the most glorious sex in a long time, hell of your life. "How's that?"
                He licks his lips, swallowing and adjusting you better. He leans up so he can tuck his chin and look at you. "I had intended to take you on a weekend holiday after the run was done and tell you I loved you." You jerk, stunned but pleasantly. "But I can't not tell you now. You'll start to become insecure and doubt yourself."
                "You-You love me?" You start to sit up and pull away but he cuddles you closer, drawing your body half onto his by lifting his knee between your legs and pulling you over.
                "Ah ah ah, don't run, love. Please." He begs you with his eyes. Don't let this moment be spoiled. And you're trying so hard. "Yes, Kitten. I love you." His head drops back onto the pillow. "So please don't run from me."
                He can't see the smile on your face. He can't know what those words just freed you from. He can't ever know. Not even if you tell him everything, he'll never know.
                You lean up and kiss him, taking him by surprise. He kisses back, his hands worshipping your naked, glistening form. You feel him start to grow hard again as you rub your thigh along his sensitive member. You press your quivering sex to his hip. His groan of unexpected pleasure tickles the base of your spine.
                You break the kiss. "Show me." He looks confused. "Show me how much you love."
                 He grins, wrapping his arms around you and rolling you onto your back. "As my lady wishes."
                The alarm clock reads almost 5 a.m. Tom's snoring softly beside you. His body curled around yours. Your body was deliciously sore. One night together couldn't wipe away all the rot in your head and your heart but it was a start. You snuggle back against him. His arm tightens around you, as if thought you were going to run. Your voice would be hoarse when you woke up. He'd made you scream his name so much and so loudly that his neighbors likely heard.
                You close your eyes, willing tie brain to shut off. He loved you. You loved him. The play had until the end of February and then you'd go from there. Didn't he have a movie he was going to be filming soon? Your heart clenches. Stop it. These were all things to worry about another day. For now, just enjoy his love and the afterglow of a night of stupendous sex. You listened to his steady breath and steady heart. Sleep snuck up on your, weaseling is tendrils into you before you even realized it.
                After breakfast, Tom took you back to your flat. You needed fresh clothes and to be honest a few hours of sleep. You and he had a dinner date that you were invited too by Mark and Stephen and Tom would be returning to pick you up at 6:30.
                You stood in the shower under the hot water finding yourself starring at the floor almost as if in shock. It was hard to believe the past few weeks had happened. Yesterday and last night definitely topping them all. Who knew that Shakespeare worked on some people as an aphrodisiac. Then again Tom himself had a tendency to be a walking aphrodisiac. You shake your head a little. Jeez what weird thoughts. You turn off the water and get out drying off pulling on your ratty old shirt and sweat pants flopping down on your bed as you reach over setting your alarm to wake you up in plenty of time to get ready before Tom picked you up.
                Turning over you scrunch your pillow up underneath you starring at the wall. What if you were dreaming? What if last night didn’t really happen? But it did happen. You could feel it. Reaching up you pulled the collar of your shirt down a little bit and giggled seeing a purple hicky from where things had gotten a little carried away. With a grin you pull your shirt back up and close your eyes. Yup, it did happen.
                He cared about you, he really and truly did. Did he love you? It was a rule of thumb in your book never to trust to many things that men said in bed, and although you wanted to believe it, you couldn’t let yourself quite yet. That was going to take a little more time. It’s not long before you drift off to sleep, feeling as though you were flying higher than ever.
                Later that evening, the four of you sit at a table having drinks before dinner arrived. “Thanks for not canceling on us.” Stephen says sitting next to you. “I know that was probably your first reaction with all the gossip flying around social media.”
                “Cancel on you?” You say with half a laugh, “I’m the social pariah, I’m just glad you didn’t immediately call that something came up.”
                “Tom’s been an unattainable eligible bachelor for some time and his PR team had played up that aspect heavily.” Mark added. “I’d be surprised if Luke hasn’t been on the phone to him already trying to talk him out publicly admitting he’s seeing anyone.”
                Tom glances at Mark wishing he wouldn’t have said that taking a drink of his wine. Of course Luke was one of the first phone calls he got, but he hadn’t told you and wanted to avoid it if at all possible. “He hasn’t admitted it publicly.” You say looking at Tom, “You haven’t, have you?”
                “No . . .” He responds looking back at you, “You don’t want me to?”
                “That would be a sure way to be sacked on the spot wouldn’t it?” You say softly. “Less complicated if we just keep things private for now, don’t you think?”
                Tom smiles and takes your hand kissing your knuckles gently with a nod. You were probably right.
                “Shelia,” Stephen says, “The stage manager read me the same riot act when she found out Mark and I were together.”
                “I don’t remember ever seeing you being eviscerated online, Stephen.” You reply.
                “Yes well, I didn’t cross Jane Arthy either.” He replied.
                You give a sigh, “She started it.”
                “And you finished it, as I recall.” Tom said with a smirk still sorry he’d missed it.
                “I walked out before it deteriorated into hair pulling and name calling.” You said in your defense taking another drink. “Really, who is this woman?” You ask finally. “I never even heard of her until she growled at me on your door step.”
                “Ex-girlfriend. Sort of.” Tom says not knowing how to explain it. “I would call them dates, she would call them a lifelong declaration of exclusive commitment.”
                “But I thought she was there with someone. Wasn’t that her boyfriend she was with?” You ask a little confused. Closing your eyes you shake your head holding up your hand, “Never mind. I’ll google it later.” You say with a sigh. “Doesn’t really matter what’s actually going on, just what the fandom projects is going on. At least that’s kinda what I’m getting from this whole thing.”
                “Well. Social media whore might be the most accurate at this moment if we’re completely honest. I’m not sure how she thinks doing this is going to endear to me in the slightest.” Tom says wrapping his arm around you kissing your cheek. “I’m sorry again, love.” Your pocket buzzes and vibrates again as you unconsciously reach in and turn off your phone for what must have been the 94th time since you sat down at the table.
                “Do you want to answer it? It seems like it might be urgent.” Mark asks.
                “Not really.” You take out your phone and just shut it off completely. “Getting a lot of messages from people and numbers I don’t even know.” The appetizers arrive at the table and you all immediately start to eat.
                You hug Stephen. Tom slips his arm around your waist as the pair walk away.
                "The night is still young. Dancing or a night cap? Whatever my lady wishes."
                "We're off tomorrow, why not both?"
                Tom grins. "Sounds fantastic."
                You walk in the opposite direction of your friends. Tom adjusts his arm around your waist so that you both can comfortably walk. "Listen, I wanted to thank you."
                "For what, sweetheart?"
                "For being so understanding. You've been a really great friend."
                "I'd like to think I'm more than a friend."
                "Boyfriend just sounds so high school."
                "Significant other is so sterile." He turns you to face him. "You could call me your love but I'm afraid that would make you run." You look down at his lapel. "I'm trying."
                "I know, darling." He tips your chin up. "And that's all I want to you do. Is try." He kisses you sweetly.
                "How about that dance?"
                You look around the empty street. There was a couple on the other side of the street a block away but other than that, you were alone. "Here?"
                "Why not?"
                He takes your hand, gliding his palm over yours then locking your fingers together. He sways you from side to side then continues as he moves you in a circle. He leans in again and kisses you, drinking from your lips as you dance by moonlight in the chilly London night. Could this be real? Or just another perfect dream?
                Later that evening, Tom’s waiting in your living room while you throw a few things in your bag as he wanted you to come back to his place with him tonight. When you get home you find a message on your machine from the stage manager wanting you to come in immediately.
                Turning on your phone you find several messages are left from her and you call to find out what was going on. “Hello? Yes? Please don’t tell me Tom’s costumes were ransacked again we have tomorrow off don’t we?”
                “No, that isn’t the problem. You need to come in.” She says sternly.
                “Okay.” This seemed strange. “This can’t wait until the day after tomorrow when I come in the morning for . . . .”
                “No, Shelia. Right NOW.” She says forcefully.
                “Alright. 15 minutes okay?”
                “Good.” Then she hung up the phone without another word. You stare at the phone thinking this wasn’t going to be good.
                Telling Tom what happened he drives you to the theater and walks in with you. It was really weird that anyone besides security or stage crew was here so late at night when there wasn’t even a production today or tomorrow. Going to the stage managers office you knock on the door and she calls you in.
                “Is something wrong?” You ask feeling a bit nervous seeing the look on her face.
                “Who is Heather Mckey?” She said instantly with her arms crossed. Your eyes go wide hearing the name and turn down not knowing how to explain that. She picks up your employment form, “You know, it’s strange. Right here, written in your hand, it says ‘Shelia Garrison’.” She tosses it down on her desk, “You lied to us. You used a false name.”
                “No. Shelia Garrison is my real legal name. I had it changed.” You say immediately. “Shelia was my middle name, and Garrison is my mothers maiden name.”
                “Why would you change your name? Why would you use an alias on an employment form? Did you do something you were afraid we wouldn’t hire you for?” She said.
                You close your eyes a moment shaking your head, “No. I haven’t done anything wrong, . . .:” You weren’t on trial here, what was going on? “Why am I being grilled like this? This is incredibly personal, it’s not something I’m required to tell you. Shelia Garrison is my legal name, it’s on my passport, it’s on my visa . . .”
                “What is going on?” The stage manager demanded. “We got an anonymous message that you fled America under an assumed name but the reasons for it were unclear. Are you a criminal? Have we hired a fugitive?”
                “I wasn’t ‘fleeing’ because of anything I did I . . . .” You sigh rolling your eyes throwing your hands up. “I changed my name, and I left LA because I was in an incredibly abusive relationship. One that sent me to the hospital and I’d finally had enough. So I had my name LEGALLY changed, I packed up, and I left. But that was years ago. I was in the US working Vegas and New York before I came here.”
                “Oh.” The stage manager seeming somewhat disarmed now and feeling like a bit of an ass.
                “Is that enough detail or should I have the medical files and police reports faxed over for you?” You say incredibly embarrassed and frustrated.
                “I’m sorry. I honestly didn’t know. The message that we got . . . . made it seem like there was something sinister going on and we have to protect ourselves.” She admits.
                “Where did this message come from? Who sent it?”
                “We don’t know, Shelia. It was anonymous. Which made it seem like there was more . . . .” She shook her head embarrassed. “I apologies. Really I do.”
                Coming out of the stage managers office she’s apologizing to you again. You walk past Tom who looks between you seeing the sheepish embarrassed look on the stage managers face before quickly following after you.
                Leaving the theater Tom catches up at you catching your arm, “Shelia, darling? What is it? What’s wrong.”
                You pause a moment taking a breath looking at him, “Tom. We need to talk. I think . . . I think things are about to get more complicated than they already are.” He looks into your eyes giving a nod before you return to his Jaguar and drives you back to his apartment.
                Sitting on his couch, each of you with a glass of wine as you lean against him his arm wrapped around you as you explained everything that happened.
                Tom strokes your shoulder listening as you relayed the story. “Oh darling.” He says embracing you against him. “I’m sorry sweetheart.”
                “So far it’s just been an anonymous tip to the Donmar. When it comes out that I’ve not been sacked, chances are it’s going to be leaked onto the internet.” You say with a sigh.
                “You haven’t done anything wrong. I’m sorry that a painful chapter of your life has had light shined upon it, but it is in the past. It can’t hurt you now.” He said softly.
                “Except that it was an elicit affair with the lead of the production who was indeed married. It doesn’t paint me in a very good light. Makes me a home wrecker.” You point out.
                “How can you be pegged as a home wrecker when he treated you so harshly and abused you in such a grotesque manner?” Tom said, “If light is shed upon the entire incident it’s him who is going to look a dit.”
                You think a moment, “I kind of think that he is an anonymous tipster. With my face and name plastered all over social media it helped him find me I think. I’d avoided him so well these past years, but I suppose I couldn’t hide from him forever.”
                “If he’s married, and has a career and fully invested in his own life, how does he find time to harass you?” Tom questions.
                “Oh he makes time. He’s very controlling, very abusive, and obsessed with having control over someone.” You say remembering how things had gotten so ugly so quickly and how he seemed incredibly aroused just by the thought of hurting you, seeing you cry, or making you scream. “Other side of the world, he still manages to be a dick.”
                It had crossed Tom’s mind that it had been Jane who had done this horrid act, however he wasn’t sure she would know about Shelia’s real name much less her past. “oh, I have something for you by the way.” He kisses your cheek as you sit up and he stands disappearing for a moment before coming back. He hands you a small box and you put down your wine glass opening it.
                It’s a beautiful custom made top of the line phone. One that you certainly couldn’t afford. You take it out of the box looking at it. “What is this?” You question.
                “I know you’ve been having trouble with strange numbers calling your phone and harassing messages. So I asked Luke to open a new account for you under an assumed name. It’s an unlisted number and the only people who will know it are the ones you give it to. I hope you don’t think it’s too bold of me, but I put in my own number with picture and personalized ringtone.” He kisses your cheek, “I want you to know when I’m ringing you.”
                You can’t help but smile turning on the phone seeing the cast and crew picture that you’d all taken before the production opened as the background. “Thank you.” You say turning and kissing his cheek. “You didn’t have to do this for me you know, I was making do.”
                “Yes well, I did put you in this position that you didn’t ask for and it isn’t fair that you’re life is made more difficult just because we’re seeing each other.” He says honestly.
                It was incredibly sweet and you turn towards him, “Thank you so much.” You kiss him tenderly before looking into his eyes, “Truly, you didn’t have to do this. But I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. It’s unbelievably thoughtful.”
                He grins and wraps his arms around you pulling you against him his hands on your waist kissing you a bit more passionately before looking into your eyes. “I have plans for us tomorrow.” He says softly.
                “Hmmm. Not sure you can top The Globe Theater. You win the world for that trip.” You say softly kissing him once more.
                “Oh you’ll like this one. Trust me.” He says with a wink.
                You lay cuddled with him. His thumb rubs back and forth on your stomach. Sex with him came easier and easier. You didn't cringe as much when he touched you intimately. Your brain didn't have the urge to run every time you had an orgasm.
                His positive influence had done that much at least. You lift and adjust your head in the crook of his arm. He sighs sleepily, laying his hand flat on your stomach and pulling you against him. His face nuzzles into your neck, kissing behind your ear softly.
                "You still awake?" His voice is thick with sleep and wine and sex.
                "Mmhmm." You lift your head and glance behind you then lay it back down and snuggle into him.
                "You're thinking again."
                "Yea." You pull the blankets up tighter. "A week ago, two weeks ago, this would have sent me into an anxiety attack." He squeezes you. "I'm honestly surprised it hasn't. Maybe I'm in shock." You roll onto your back, looking into his eyes. The back of his hand glides up the center of your body. "You did that." You lay your hand on the side of his face, running your thumb along his bottom lip. His lips purse to kiss the pad of your thumb.
                His hand cups your jaw, his thumb skimming along your cheek. You lose yourself in his crystalline eyes.
                "No, you did, Kitten." He presses his lips to yours, the chaste, sweet kiss deepening to take your breath away. You lick your lips tasting him and the wine.
                "I've been thinking about something. And I need your help."
                "Anything, my love."
                "Could you have your team look into a therapist? Or counselor?"
                He leans up. "Of course."
                You look up at the ceiling past him. "I never talked to anyone about it. But you've made me feel normal and somewhat whole. And I like that feeling."
                You meet his eyes again. They're bottomless. You may still doubt his love somewhere in your head but he cared for you. No doubt about that. He wouldn't put up with your shit if he didn't.
                "I'll call Luke after breakfast."
                "Ok." You roll into your side to face him, throwing your leg over his. He pulls you closer, sliding the knee of his top leg between your thighs. You rest your forehead on his chin, feeling the scruff of his stubble. Your eyelids get heavier, lulled by the sound of his steady heartbeat and heavy breath. Falling asleep, safe and protected in the arms of the man you love, you couldn't imagine it. Or ask for anything more.
                Your eyes open feeling your stomach doing back flips. “Fuck.” You say slipping from Tom’s arms and heading for the bathroom. You barely make it through the door when you throw yourself to the floor and violently vomit.
                Feeling like you were going to die you rest your face in your hand but not moving from your knees. You could feel that you weren’t done yet even though there couldn’t have been anything left in your entire body to expel. It’s not long before your retching your guts all over again almost in tears. When at last it feels like whatever that was, was over, you flush and lay down on the floor on your side your head resting on your arms.
                “Great fucking time to come down with the flu Shelia, just fucking wonderful.” You mumble feeling tired and weak.
                A while later, Tom comes hurrying into the bathroom seeing you lying on the floor looking extremely pale, clammy and weak. “Shelia? Darling?” He quickly kneels down on the floor next to you touching your skin finding you had a fever. Getting up he runs cool water on a rag and brings it back touching it to your warm face. You semi-wake pushing his hand away.
                “Tom, don’t.” You say trying to keep him from touching you, “You’re going to catch it. Don’t.”
                “Jesus, you’re burning up.” Sitting on the floor he slips his arm behind you pulling you onto his lap against him. You still struggle really not wanting him to catch this. He was a determined and dedicated actor, but something about Coriolanus crawling on the stage and puking his guts out just sort of sucked the severity of his character right out the window.
                “I’m okay, just let me sleep.” There was no point in fighting him, you were way to weak and after throwing up for a good part of an hour, extremely dehydrated.
                “I’m taking you to a doctor.” He says resting the cool cloth against your chest. Getting up from the floor he picks you up and you groan slightly. Your entire body ached from head to toe and your stomach, although now empty, was incredibly upset. You had a flu shot this year, but that was back in the states, but whatever strain of flu this was felt like the kind you had in Jr. High when you almost died from it.
                Despite your protests, Tom takes you to urgent care. It's viral but they tell you to stay hydrated and rest. Tom starts to drive you back to his house.
                "No. Go to the Warehouse. I have to get ready for tonight."
                "Shelia, you're sick. I'm taking you home."
                "No. Take me to the Warehouse. I'm not giving her any reason to fire me." You curl into a ball in the passenger seat.
                "Fine. I'll take you to the Warehouse but you're going to rest. I'll do whatever needs done." You start to protest but what little strength you have peters out. You doze all the way to the theater.
                Tom lays you on a prop couch in his dressing room and covers you up. "Now, what do I need to do?"
                "Iron the costumes and get the supplies ready for each change. There's a list on the desk." You watch him, falling in and out of sleep. You wake up long enough to hear Mary's voice.
                "Thomas. Why are you doing her work?"
                "She's sick. She woke up throwing up. I took her to the doctor but she refused to go home."
                "Is she contagious?"
                "Likely. She's running a fever."
                "Then take her home."
                "She refuses to go home." There's an edge to his voice. "You know, Mary, you have her terrified you're going to fire her. That one slip up and she's gone."
                "That wasn't my intention."
                "Regardless. You've been exceptionally hard on her. And it's not just myself that's noticed it. Mark, Stephen, the ladies and Hadley have all seen how hard you ride her. With very little praise."
                "I suppose I owe her an apology."
                "No, I don't think she'd want one. Just lighten up on her."
                "Fine. Get her out of here. Before she infects the entire production."
                Tom kneels next to you. "Come on, Kitten. I'm taking you home." He helps you up and out to the car.
                "But the performance?"
                "I'll muddle through. You need your rest."
                He piles you into bed. "Your phone is next to the bed. Luke is bringing by soup and Gatorade in a little bit. I asked him to check in on you so don't freak out." He tucks the blanket around and kisses your hair. "I'll be home after the performance."
                Coming home after the play, Tom quietly sits beside you on the bed gently feeling your face. It seemed that your fever had broken, and you had been drinking the Gatorade that Luke had brought you. Your skin looked much better although there were still dark circles around your eyes.
                Slowly you wake seeing him sitting beside you and he smiles, “Hey there.”
                “Hey.” You say softly as your tired eyes move over to the clock. “What are you doing back already?” Usually he was tied up with fans for quite a while after the show and usually got out of the theatre late because of it.
                “I wanted to see you. Make certain you were alright.” He says reaching up and gently stroking your hair.
                You reach for the water on the nightstand and take a large drink knowing the only way to kick this thing was to drink as much fluid as humanly possible. “My lazy ass hasn’t done anything but lay here today.” You’re incredibly irritated with the fact you were too sick to stay and do your job at the warehouse. “I’ll be okay and ready to get back to work in the morning.” You sigh looking at him, “I’m sorry. Did someone help you with your changes?”
                “I got through it well enough I think. Although I can say with complete confidence . . . you were sorely missed. We might be able to slide by, by the skin of our teeth when you aren’t there . . . but it’s just barely and not very well.” He takes your hand holding it tight. You had looked like death warmed over earlier in the day when he took you into the doctors. They had given you two bags of saline to help rehydrate you, but it was terrifying to see you go downhill so fast within a matter of hours.
                “Any chance I could get you to pour my dead ass back into my own bed in my apartment? You need your rest, and these sheets are probably contaminated with germs.” You say having been thinking about that for a while.
                “Not a chance.” He says taking your hand placing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. “For the sake of quarantine, I’ll sleep in the guest bedroom tonight. But I want you close where I can watch over you. You shouldn’t be alone when you’re sick.” You smile a little looking up at him. It was such a bizarre thing to find someone like him. As busy as he was, and as dedicated as he was to his craft, he still somehow found time to put up with you and your nonsense. “You rest. I’m going to go heat up some soup for you to have before going back to sleep. If you really do intend to try to get back on your feet in the morning, then food and sleep is the best way to go.” You nod and he kisses your hand again before gathering the empty Gatorade and water bottles heading out into the kitchen.
                The next morning, Tom reluctantly dropped you off at the warehouse. As you suspected, his costumes needed to be washed, organized, and put right before tonight’s performance. You kept chugging the fluids and nibbling saltine crackers as you worked.
                When you walked into your work space you couldn’t help but smile a little at the large bouquet of flowers and get well wishes from various people in the cast and stage crew. They really were an exceptional bunch of people. Much to your surprise, even Mary signed the card wishing you health.
                “How did I know you were going to be here today come hell or high water?” Stephen’s voice came from the door as he stepped in with a smile closing it behind him. “How are you feeling today woman?”
                “Tired. But much better. I had a really good nurse.” You say with a soft smile.
                “Well I saw when he carried you out of here yesterday, you looked like death warmed over.” He admitted.
                “Ah. There’s that confidence boost I needed today. Thanks buddy.” You give him a look as you put the last of Tom’s wardrobe up on hangers after running the iron over them. “I’m fine. Just have to deal with the aftermath of it but I’m much better.”
                “Yeah in more ways than one.” Stephen said. You look at him a little confused. He looks a bit sheepish realizing that being sick you probably weren’t up on current gossip. “Oh hell. You don’t know.”
                “Know what?” Stephen takes out his phone punching up a page before handing it to you. You read before closing your eyes and your head falls back, “oh COME ON!!!”
                “Yeah had a feeling you hadn’t heard.” Stephen winces.
                “Duh! I think I would know if I was pregnant!” You say shoving his phone back into his hand. “For Christ’s sake. I’m really starting to hate a bunch of people I don’t even know.”
                “Well you were throwing up and he took you to the doctor’s office. I imagine that they put two and two together and assumed the reasons behind it.” Stephen explained.
                “Pretty sure the stomach flu is not the standard gateway to parenthood.” You start to pick up some of your equipment before dropping it and covering your face with your hand. “Fuck, does Tom know about this?” Suddenly you find yourself embarrassed in countless ways that this was the rumor flying around.
                “Probably. You think his PR team are going to let something like that fly by under the radar without verification?” Stephen hops up on the table next to you. “Shelia, relax. They’ll take care of it. Tom isn’t Jude Law.”
                You furrow your brow. “Jude Law? What?” That seemed like an out of the blue comment you couldn’t quite understand. “What does that mean?”
                He smiles, “Nothing. Just relax. Shit like this is going to keep cropping up. People love to gossip, most of all about celebrities.”
                You groan slightly picking up your water taking a drink. Looking around you had things all set up for tonight and you were properly exhausted. “I’m going to sneak a nap before people start showing up for tonight’s performance.” You say going over and sitting down on the couch.
                “Sounds like a good idea.” Stephen says with a smile. “Feel better. I’ll see you after the show.” He says heading out and flicking off the light for you on the way by.
                That evening, you are watching your monitor with your headset on waiting for Tom’s exit for his costume change. When the camera pans, you sigh seeing a familiar face sitting in the front row of the audience. “Well hello again Miss Arthy.” You grumble to yourself. “I see you haven’t been hit by a bus yet.”
                After the performance you begin work for the night on Tom’s wardrobe. You got tired a little easier then normal but that was to be expected after the flu you’d suffered. At least it seemed you were getting over it quickly. As long as you drank a lot you should have been feeling worlds better tomorrow.
                Counting Tom’s shirts it seemed you had forgotten an outfit and came out of the laundry room going back down to your work space. You stopped outside the door when you heard two voices coming from inside.
                “It’s rather hard to extend you any sort of courtesy with the stunts you’ve pulled since meeting Shelia, Jane. She’s under enough pressure as it is without you adding to them.” Tom’s voice said sternly.
                “I promise you Tom, it wasn’t me! I would never do any of those things. I know how much it would upset you and I would never want that. Please believe me.” She begged.
                “Except you made disparaging comments about her on your twitter account that kicked the whole thing off. Luke saw them, screen captured them and sent them to me before you erased them. Don’t lie to me Jane, your jealous is unflattering enough without adding insincerity.” Tom answered.
                There was a moment of silence, “Tom I just wanted to see your performance. I thought you were absolutely brilliant. I wanted to see if you would like to go out to dinner, or to have a drink. We’re old friends after all, and I thought it would be a good way to congratulate you on s job extremely well done.”
                “Under the circumstances I think it would be highly inappropriate to go anywhere with you alone. I am with Shelia, I love her very much and I won’t risk making her uncomfortable like that. Friend or not.” He said sternly.
                There was another long moment of silence, “How can you act this way? How can you want to be with her? She’s nothing more than a stage hand. One who lied about who she was, about her name, who knows what else she’s hiding. She isn’t good enough for you, she isn’t worthy of you. And she’s not even that pretty.”
                “I beg to differ with you. She is beautiful, on the outside as well as on the inside. Sadly the same cannot be said about you. I think it’s time for you to go. I thank you for your congratulations and I’m glad that you enjoyed the performance, but you have now overstayed your welcome. Give Andy my best. Hearing Tom approaching the door, you quickly duck back down the hallway and turn the corner out of sight. Tom opens the door bidding Jane a farewell. Reluctantly she walked out of the room and Tom slammed the door behind her. Her face darkened and she turned leaving the theater.
                You didn’t know what to say. You never thought you would hear time say such things, or act so . . . commanding. At the same time it made your heart flutter that he would defend you so forcefully. The only person to do that was Ellen. Turning the corner you walked back to the dressing room and opened the door. Tom smiles seeing you and walks over placing his hands on your waist, “Hello darling.” He kisses your cheek before rubbing your shoulders, “How are you feeling.”
                “Tired. But miles better than last night, and way more than this morning.” You admit.
                “Wonderful. I’m glad.” He kisses your forehead wrapping his arms around you embracing you tightly. “It’s so good to have you back here with me, Things went so much smoother then last night, much quicker and no problems. I think you’ve spoiled me by raising the bar so high.” He says with a chuckle.
                “Thank you.” You smile, “You better get going. It’s freezing outside. You’re going to have a line of fan girl popsicles.”
                “Alright. But only an hours worth. Then we’re out of here so you can get some rest.” He says.
                “No, that’s alright. I think I’m going to go back to my own apartment tonight so you can have your bed back.” When you left, his cleaning lady had come in and took all the sheets and bedding apart to wash and clean them. Thank God. You were willing to do it, but you honestly had to be at work. You didn’t want to leave your germs to infect Tom and make him sick.
                “Are you certain? I’m not sure I’m comfortable with your being alone yet.” He said cautiously.
                “I’m fine.” You say with a giggle thinking he was certainly the worry wart. “Go on. Your army awaits.” He gives you a sly look before smiling and kissing you deeply. He swats your behind as he walks past you, his body guard having been waiting for him in the hallway as he heads out to face the hoard of fans.
                You gather the last of the bloody clothing and head down to the laundry room piling them in with the last load and then waiting for them to run through the cycle. When they’re finished you take them back to your workspace and inspect each one to make sure the stains were gone before hanging them up and straightening them out neatly for the next performance.
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