Tom has been working on a mini series, The Night Manager and you were absolutely in love with his work and the character he plays.
It was the time of the year, the time for the Golden Globe Awards. Tom had been nominated for best performance by an Actor in a Mini-Series or Motion Picture for TV.
You were very excited when you heard the news from Tom. You were sure that Tom was going to bag it and all his hard work is finally going to pay off. But Tom seemed more nervous than excited. He wanted to win this. But he knew he was going up against some really good actors.
"Tom, you are going to win this hands down. I know. I just know, trust me." You said smiling excitedly, wrapping your arms around Tom from behind him. But you could feel him tense under your embrace, so you turned him around to look at you. He still seemed a bit nervous. His eyes darted around the room. You cupped his cheek with one hand and caressed his face.
"Baby, look at me. It's alright to be nervous. You got this." You got his attention and he smiled softly, his features beginning to relax.
"Oh, what would I do without you y/n" he said pulling you in to his chest and stroking your hair. Tom places a kiss on the top of your head as you snuggle your face in his chest with your eyes closed.
It was finally the day of the Golden Globe.
Tom looked dashing as ever in a dapper navy blue suit and a white button down shirt, with matching navy blue pants. His dress shoes were polished to perfection, you could see your reflection. He had his usually unruly curls in place with hair gel.
You were wearing an old rose-colored silk dress. It had a deep V neck and had a low back. The dress fit you perfectly like it was second skin and accentuated your curves. It was flowy from the waist down and the thigh-high slit on one side showed off your flawless legs as you strutted in your nude sling back heels.
You had your hair in a low messy bun which framed your face beautifully. You had nude make up and matte old rose lipstick.
Tom walked in to your shared bedroom as you were adjusting your hair in the mirror. He let out a loud gasp.
You spun around and saw Tom standing in the doorway with his mouth hung open, starting at you. He eyed you up and down, a smirk tugging on his lips focusing a little too long on your exposed leg.
You felt your cheeks heat up with the way your boyfriend was checking you out.
"Do you like this dress?" you ask shyly, biting your lower lip.
"You look ravishing in this dress, love. You would look even more ravishing when I strip it off of you, when we get back home." He says in his sultry voice and giving you a wink. He then steps closer to you and spins you around, so that your back is flush against his body.
He dips his face to your ear and whispers "You are going to get a lot of attention, baby. I don't like other men looking at you with dirty thoughts. You are mine and mine only." He drags his fingers up and down your exposed arm, sending shivers down your spine and causing goosebumps. You always knew Tom was jealous when anyone tries to even compliment you. But he was good at hiding it. But this was the first time he has let it out and surprisingly you liked it. His dominant side was something you knew you would love.
You turned around in his arms to face him and pressed a firm kiss to his lips. The kiss gets heated and Tom moves to kiss your exposed neck. You suddenly snap out and realise that he was trying to give you a hickey. You gently push Tom's face away and blush saying "I ain't going to the golden globes showcasing a hickey. We will just have to wait till we are back, baby." And Tom pouts.
