Love, A Fan • A Tom Hardy fanfic

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When Stella first met Patrick about a year and a half ago he had left her speechless. He had busted through the pharmacy door to where Stella was training and her eyes were drawn to him. Forgetting that they were closer in age than her boss who was about 25 years her senior, she introduced herself with a handshake. The other technicians around her stared at such a formal introduction. She was oblivious, however, lost in his bright blue eyes. In fact, she didn't even say her name but held his hand for what seemed like an eternity until she snapped out of her trance.

She began working his shifts and he would seek her out for big dog appointments knowing that he could trust her to not let him get bit. While others tended to not like cat appointments or choose to come in with big rubber scary gloves, Patrick called Stella, who would come in cautious but dominating, so the cats mostly complied to what they needed, no scruffing needed.

House calls were their favorite. They got to drive 20 minutes or so to a clients house, spend anywhere from 30 to 60 minutes there and then drive back to the hospital, sometime stopping for coffee or pizza along the way. The whole time Stella composed herself, hiding the fact that just like every other girl she was mesmerized by him.

Meeting Tom had screwed with Stella's head, making her see Patrick as a friend more than hit doctor she had been crushing on. But with Tom officially out of the picture, she welcomed seeing Patrick as irresistible again.

"I'll see you later?" Patrick whispered in Stella's ear as he clocked out on the computer next to her.

"Mmmmhmmmm," she replied. They were both off at 5pm but the difference between doctor and nurse was Patrick actually got to leave relatively on time. Stella had to round the new techs and clean up her station.

"I have a surprise," he gently placed a hand on Stella's lower back.

Stella turned, her eyebrows creased in the center. "What kind of surprise?"

"I'll see you in a little while," he laughed and headed for the door, looking back at Stella before the door shut.

A nervous laugh came over Stella wondering what his surprise could be. They had only been dating really for a month, 5 weeks maybe, he couldn't be asking her anything serious. At least she hoped not. Stella gave all of her patients a good round of scratches and cuddles before she left.

Pulling into Patrick's long driveway she wondered if she should have packed some better clothes than yoga pants and a t-shirt. He was completely content with watching movies and making out but now Stella wondered if it was a different occasion. She grabbed her bag from the backseat and gave a double knock on the back door before she let herself in.

"Hey, long time no see," he Patrick said.

"You're a huge nerd," she laughed at his dorky joke and joined him in the kitchen. She kissed his cheek with a little giggle. "Been wanting to do that all day!"

"Is that so?" Patrick put the knife down and turned to pull her in close. "Because I've been wanting to do this all day."

Patrick slowly put his lips to hers, his tongue gently licked at her lips until she opened them to accept it. Stella moaned from his kiss which made Patrick eager to have her. His hands slipped down the back of her scrub bottoms and grabbed at her ass.

"Pat," she giggled. "You have food cooking! And I forgot I'm still gross." She referenced all the hair on her clothes.

"Fine, fine," he stepped back. "It's like you don't want a kitchen fire, or something."

"As exciting as that would be, you're right," she turned to head up the stairs. "I'm gonna take a quick shower, that ok?"

"Of course, go for it," he nodded and resumed dicing the tomatoes.

. . . .

After dinner, Patrick and Stella sat cozied up on the couch under a handwoven blanket Patrick's mom made him as a teenager.

"So what was your surprise?" She asked, sipping on her glass of Pinot. She always felt like such an adult with Patrick, at home she'd be eating in bed making a mess. If she was having wine at home, she wouldn't even bother with the glass.

"Oh, right. I remember how you always was going on and on about that actor you liked," he kissed her cheek and went over to the television. "So I got Lawless for us to watch, my friend got a good bootleg version."

Stella felt like she could throw up. She hadn't thought about Tom in the last few weeks and now here was Patrick bringing him up not knowing he had actually broken her heart.

"Oh that's cool, but we don't have to watch it," she said, dismissive. She really was not prepared to see his face even in a movie.

"No, I know you wanted to see it. I listen babe," Patrick opened the DVD player and placed the silver disc on the tray. "Plus I heard it's good."

Stella stammered for a few moments trying to find an excuse for why she didn't want to watch it. Other than the truth, she couldn't think of anything, so she sat there next to Patrick with her fluffy white slippered feet in his lap.

Every time Tom was on screen, which was practically the entire movie, Stella felt her pulse race. She forgot just how handsome he was, his stubble, his green eyes, his lips, his voice. The way his face looked when he punched people reminded her of his face when he fucked her. She rubbed her eyes trying to erase the images from her mind.

Even though Stella knew that it was a movie, she found herself worrying about him each time his character was severely injured. He had never talked to her about the movie, so she really didn't know how it all turned out.

"Tired?" Patrick asked after the movie ended, and Stella was rubbing her eyes again.

"A bit, yeah," she was also immensely turned on and wished she was with Tom. Patrick was sexy, their sex was fine but not quite Tom's level. She sat up and crawled over to Patrick's lap and kissed gently on his neck.

"I'm gonna ignore the fact that we just watched an actor you are obsessed with and pretend that you're turned on by me," Patrick laughed and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I'm not obsessed with him anymore," she whispered. It was the truth. She was trying to get over him, the last thing she would do was watch his movies and keep herself updated on his life like she used to. She wanted to push Tom completely from her mind. "And I want you."

Removing Stella's pants and then his own, Patrick sat back on the couch and called her to his lap. Stella smirked and kissed his lips before turning away from him. Skimming her ass along his average sized cock, she felt it grow stiff.

She lowered her extra wet pussy, thanks to Tom, onto his shaft. She bounced on his cock, leaning slightly forward so he could view it entering her. Riding on Patrick's dick roughly brought them both to a quick climax. They tended to have softer, more rehearsed sex, but Stella was not about that tonight instead she needed to be fucked.

"I think we should watch his movies every night," Patrick laughed as he wiped himself with a tissue from the end table.

"I would rather we didn't," Stella kissed his lips. She then collected the empty wine glasses and half full wine bottle to put in the refrigerator. She looked at her reflection in the glass window above the sink imagining Tom was coming up behind her rather than Patrick.

[I promise part 4 is a lot better!! ;)]