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Lovers' Redemption	By : CountingStars29 Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Cruise Views: 5889 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Story about Tom Cruise. I don't know Tom Cruise and this is a work of fiction. No money is being made off of this. For mature audiences (18+)

Chapter List
- 1-Flashback
- 2-Rapture
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She instantly began searching for him as if by reflex as she entered the fancy Parisian restaurant on rue de Rivoli. She sought him in the many faces of all the strangers until at last her eyes landed on a solo man in a dark blue silk suit and slicked back hair sitting near a corner with a table all to himself. She could recognize him even from behind, so familiar was she with his facade.
“Hello there,” she softly spoke as she walked up to his table.
He looked expectantly up at her with those familiar blue eyes -- the same endearing eyes that she dreamt of for years, though she hated to admit it. He instantly smiled when he saw that it was none other than her. His toothy, white smile always took her breath away. She thought she could reign in on the intense feelings he produced in her, but every time she met him it felt like the first time. Such was the effect he had on her.
“I’m so glad you decided to show up,” he stated with amusement as he stood up and held a chair out for her.
She missed the little things he did for her, things that only a true gentleman would do. “How could I not? Thank you.”
“Send me your finest bottle of chardonnay please,” he told the waiter who had walked by as soon as she had taken her seat.
“You remembered.”
“Oh?” He quizzically said. “I never forget what your libation of choice is.” He finally answered once he figured out what she meant.
“So what have you been up to these days, Tom. Well, besides the usual.” She asked as she folded a napkin on her lap. Though she’d known him for years, it was always awkward to have these impromptu encounters, even if they were once in a blue moon. It wasn’t always this way, but long gone are the days when they were together all the time as only best friends are … or well acquainted lovers.
He chuckled some and replied, “I’m afraid I’ve been too boring these days. You know, filming here and there. Staying busy.” His face started to get red, and he grinned like a shy schoolboy meeting a pretty girl. After clearing his throat, he added, “And you? What about you?”
“Oh, same here. Just keeping busy. I’ve been doing a lot of traveling for sure. But it’s actually fun. I love my job,” she answered coolly. At that moment the waiter arrived with their bottle of chardonnay and wine glasses. They both fell silent as they waited for the waiter to pour their glasses and leave.
“I heard you just closed a very important account in Dubai,” Tom remarked, hinting at the recent deal she cut with the Al Maktoum family. He sipped his wine all the while, seemingly nervous. It had been a long while since they last saw each other in person after all.
“Are you keeping tabs on me, Mr. Cruise?” She playfully replied.
He giggled and shook his head no. “You know I don’t like it when you call me that.”
“Sorry,” she flirtatious said as she too took a sip from the wine. “I can’t help it.”
“Yeah, I always hear about you. Everyone knows who you are … well, at least the ones who matter do.” Another awkward moment of silence transgressed between them. She feigned to be paying attention to the menu instead, but in all truthfulness she was busily wondering what was going through his mind. He appeared to be fraught with anxiety, and she was acting pretentiously as she faked being entirely cool about their situation. “You know, I had to call you when I found out you were in town.” Tom said at last breaking the uncomfortable silence. “It’s been years, and yet, it’s as if things haven’t changed.”
She mulled over his words in her mind before speaking. It was true she’d felt the same way. Perhaps theirs was a story that time could never erase. “I know,” she concurred, this time looking directly into his ocean blue eyes. This time she acknowledged that he’d changed some physically. He was looking more his age these days, but still incredibly handsome. So much so that she’d notice the youthful women in attendance admiring his features.
“Do you remember? The way things were …,” his words trailed off. He unconsciously moved his hand closer to hers on the table until they touched. “The way things still are.”
She gulped quietly and didn’t refrain when he at last covered her hand in his. His soft touch vibrated through her innermost being, raising her temperature. She found herself sitting straight up in her chair all of a sudden. “I … I don’t know what to say.”
“Just tell me you want to be here, with me,” he pushed on. Little did she know that he’d been waiting for this moment for so long.
“It’s been a long time since I last saw you,” was all she could manage to say. By now she was relaxed some, or perhaps it was the wine that was finally beginning to take affect. “But I’m so glad you called. Things never change, do they?”
***1980***
“What are you thinking of?” Tom asked as he pulled her closer to him. After a long day at work, he as a starting actor and she as a teller at some run of the mill bank, they were both loosening up in their tiny studio apartment.

“Oh, just the future. That’s all,” she sarcastically said. “Nothing important.”
He laughed. “Why are you so worried? Things are going according to plan. We’re young and have the whole future ahead of us, right?” No matter how much he tried to reassure her, she’d always be anxious. They were both merely 18 years old, and being ambitious as they were, had decided not to go to college. She was never too sure if that was the right choice, and wondered if a business degree was just what she needed to get ahead. But where would she find the money to go to college?
“But don’t you ever wonder if we’re making a mistake here? I mean, the things we do now …”
“Will determine the course of the rest of our lives,” Tom said finishing her sentence. “You always say that. Would you spare me the speech?” He said with a playful tone and was now stroking her long brown hair. Much to her dismay, he always thought of one, and only one, thing. She broke herself free from his grip and got up to switch her seat to the loveseat across from him. He looked at her with a what-the-fuck expression and extended his arms up in the air. “Hey, are you PMSing or something?”
She shot him one of the meanest glares she could give. She was now in full bitch mode. “Real cute.”
With a snort and a tsk-tsk, he exclaimed, “I’m sorry, OK? I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“You need to grow up fast, Tom. That’s all I’m saying,” she replied as she grabbed one of her gossip magazines. She never actually read that kind of stuff, but still kept them handy for the latest fashion trends.
Out of the blue he stood up and walked over to her, leaning on one leg as if he were about to propose to her. This was just the actor in him coming out, she thought as she continued to ignore him. “Babe, I’m sorry. I mean it. I understand why you’re so worried, all right? I perfectly get it. Sorry for being such a jackass. Forgive me?”
She looked at him whilst he made a trite sad expression, and briefly considered his apology. How could she not forgive him? He was the love of her life, after all. “You really have me in the palm of your hand, don’t you?” She said as she leaned closer and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with as much passion as she could muster.
“I know the perfect remedy for stress,” he coyly said with the tiniest sparkle in his eyes.
“Oh, don’t you?” She said. “I bet you do.” He lifted her up in his arms and carried her over to the bedroom. She didn’t know how he did it, but he stopped her thinking, and loved him all the more for it.
“I promise all your problems will go away,” he whispered into her ear as he lay her down on the messy bed.
***Present day***
“I can’t believe you still recall that,” Tom said while in the middle of laughter after she finished telling him the story of when they were living in their old studio apartment in New York City with their then golden retriever Max, and Max tore up their entire couch one afternoon while they were both working.
“I was so livid, remember?” She excitedly said after recanting the story.
“Those were the good old days,” he said reminiscing. Suddenly they got quiet again. But this was more of a quietness that hinted of long lost memories that were being missed by both parties. It was evident that they both longed to have all that back again.
“Do you think we could ever be like that again?” She boldly asked without hesitation.
He was quiet for a second, and answered, “It’s never too late to get back what we once lost.”
Once lost? She thought that comment confusing. They’d never lost anything. It was more like he ran away and left things how they were. “But you left.” A bittersweet pang of pain pooled in her chest as she recalled the day everything ended.
“Is that what you think? That I left you?”
“Well, you did. You went away to work on a movie, and when you came back, you were different. It was like you got hijacked. That’s how I knew we were done for good.” She found herself gripping the napkin that was on her lap.
“Things had changed between us, and you knew that. We weren’t the same people anymore. I had to end it. But, it was never over,” he shook his head and added, “We’re still here, aren’t we?”
She nodded in agreement, all the while feeling like a fool for falling for him all over again. Despite being the intelligent and successful business woman that she was, she was always a half-wit when it came to him. “I’m sorry I brought that up. I shouldn’t have.”
“No, no, no. I’m sorry for what I did. I can’t blame you for how you feel about it,” he said reassuring her. The waiter came by to check in on them once more, and promptly left after Tom told him everything was fine. That’s when Tom asked the question he was dying to ask her all evening: “What do you say? Want to come back to my place?”
Peering into his oceanic-like eyes, she replied, “I thought you’d never ask.”
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