You get a role in one of the new Marvel movies as one of the new main Avengers. But then you realize that most of your scenes are going to be with Tom Hiddleston and Chris Hemsworth.
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It was already dark outside when you woke up, a tight arm was wrapped around your waist from behind, keeping you close with a hard chest was against your back.
You looked around the room slowly, trying to remember what had happened but it was all a blur. All you could remember was laying in your bed, thinking about everything.
With a sigh and in need of some fresh air, you carefully got out of Tom's embrace without waking him up. You noticed your pills on the nightstand, so you took 2 out and swallowed them down with the glass of water left there as well.
You stood up and headed to the terrace of the room, opening it and closing it just a bit so the cold wouldn't get in. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes.
The sound of the wind softly hitting you and the buildings around the hotel made you relaxed. You felt a slightly itchy point in your arm, looking down to see an injection scar.
"They injected me something?" You whispered to yourself, caressing the small point on the skin. You shivered slightly from the cold, deciding to go back inside.
You closed the door and faced the bed, smiling softly at the sight of Tom still asleep. His lips were slightly parted while one arm was stretched over your side, where you were laying.
The other arm, which was around your waist, was now resting on his abs. You leaned against the wall to admire him, your head tilting to the side.
You bit your lip, a wide smile growing on your lips at how handsome and cute he looked. And he liked you.
He wanted to give it a try with you and he barely knew you. 5th day and you already had incredible sex.
You quietly headed to the bathroom to pee and went back in bed, carefully laying beside Tom but this time facing him.
As carefully as possible, you rest your hand on his cheek, caressing it and slowly trailing it through his blondish brown locks.
His head leaned closer to you and your hand, showing unconsciously that he enjoyed the feeling of your hand. A smile grew on your lips as you kept caressing his locks, this time with your nails for a more tickling feeling.
Your other hand rested on his chest, your eyes traveling all over his face, examining his features. He was so handsome. He was perfect. He looked like a God.
Why would such a handsome being like you? Or even see a possibility of a life with you? You were nice to people, loving and caring.
But you had very bad anxiety and trust issues. Your mother was an alcoholic, you don't have a father or don't know where he is.
You barely had a stable life, why would he want you? Without you realizing, tears had grown in your eyes, your lips trembling slightly.
You pressed the softest kiss on his lips, closing your eyes while sighing happily. When you pulled away, his eyes were now open while yours were still closed, your hand still caressing his head.
"Y/n." He said quietly, your eyes snapping open. He noticed the tears and your now slightly red eyes, his eyebrows furrowing worriedly.
"What's wrong?" He asked. You simply shook your head and returned a smile, hugging him close. You snuggled into him, his arms wrapping tightly around you.
His skin felt great against your hands, warming you up. He usually slept shirtless, which made you happy. "What happened? I can't remember anything." You asked after a bit of silence, his hand caressing your hair now.
"You had another attack. It was heavier this time." He said, hesitating to go on. Amanda's words echoed in his head, remembering the warning she gave him.
'Try to keep it off of her until you see she is calm enough to know. We can't risk her having another one. Not this time.' She said.
"But it all went smoothly, Amanda took care of you. Scarlett saw everything and told everyone else so they wouldn't worry in case they found out by someone else." He explained.
"Damn, it must have been truly serious for Scarlett to be so worried along with everyone else." You said softly, pulling away to look at him.
His eyes showed fear so clearly, it made you see how truly scared he was to lose you. "When we went it and saw you on the ground, unconscious, the worst went through my head." He whispered.
"Was it that bad?" You asked, feeling scared yourself. "I... I can't risk telling you." Tom said, causing you to sit up and sit on your knees, facing him.
"What do you mean risk telling me?" You asked in an slightly annoyed tone. "I am not 5 years old, I deserve to know what happened to me." You stated.
"You do, I know. I think the same." Tom said as he sat up too, moving closer to you. He took your hands in his, staring deeply into your eyes.
"But Amanda said to not risk you having another attack, not until you are truly calm and ready to take it in." He said in his soft, sweet British accent that made you melt each time.
You stared back at him, his hands caressing yours. "She is the doctor, not me, darling." He said sweetly. You leaned in and kissed him sweetly, your hands going to his cheeks.
He helped you sit on his lap, pulling you closer while kissing you back. The kiss was slow and romantic, his touch soft and caring. He was so careful.
As if he was scared that if he touched you rougher, he would break you apart. He treated you like a princess, just like he said in countless interviews where women had to be treated like princesses.
You were his princess, his treasure. He was the one who brought light to your darkness, the one who saved you. He was your true love.
He laid down carefully with you on top, not breaking the kiss. He covered your body with the blanket, hugging you close again.
Your heads tilted to opposite sides, deepening the kiss. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging it slightly before breaking the kiss in need of air.
"Kissing you always keeps me calm." You whispered, giggling as you blushed slightly. He chuckled, smiling up at you while pressing your forehead to his.
"Does it? I shall kiss you often then." He whispered back, moving some of your hair behind your ear. You stared into his eyes, a smile on your lips.
"I am so lucky to have you. This feels like a dream." You said, caressing his cheek. "I don't want this dream to end." You whispered, examining his face again as he did the same.
"I don't want it to end either." He whispered back, laying you down beside him. "Let's not let it end." He whispered again, closing his eyes when he pulled you closer, foreheads pressed together.
You were definitely not letting it end, you cherished this too much to lose it.
