Held To Ransome

Such Sweet Sorrow

"Callie? You ready, love?" Tom called upstairs, feeling like a cat on hot bricks.  This was their last night together for nearly two weeks. No big deal for most people.  For them? Their first separation since they'd finally realised what everyone, apart from them, could see.

She appeared at the top of the stairs, and his heart stopped.  She was, in his eyes at least, the most beautiful woman in the world.  She smiled, and his breath left his body.  She moved down the stairs to him, and he held out his hands.

"Let me look at you, my love." he said, kissing her softly. "You are so beautiful."  Callie stood, feeling like the most adored woman in the universe, which at that point, she probably was. Her hair was loose about her shoulders, her dress, of soft jersey in moss green draped about her emphasising the curves he loved so much.  Curves she knew he would caress and worship later.

"You are a handsome silver-tongued devil," she whispered in his ear as she ran her nails across his chest, making him groan. "And I shall expect you to show me just how silver tongued later." 

"Oh Callie, you little...." he grasped her firmly and crushed his lips to hers, his desire getting the better of him for a moment. "I am going to miss you so much." he pulled back, and she could see the bright sparkle of emotion in his eyes.

"Darling, shhhh, not now.  Not yet. We have a whole night ahead of us.  A night to remember." she smiled."And I for one... am BLOODY STARVING!"   They laughed, and he shook his head.  They would always laugh together, he prayed, and love. 

"You are priceless, know that?" He snaked his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek. "Come on, time we weren't here."

As they locked up, Emily & Terry 'just happened' to be at their window.  Callie waved, still in Tom's embrace and Emily waved back. She turned to Terry and said something that made him laugh so loudly they could hear it in the garden.

Emily put a hand over her eyes and shook her head. Men, eh?

They got into Tom's car ans he started the engine. It purred into life and she relaxed back into the sumptuous leather. It always felt like their own private cabin in some executive jet. Tom certainly drove it like one when they were on the open road.

"Drive it like you stole it!" Seemed to be his motto. He was an excellent driver - was there nothing he couldn't do?  He drove fast, well with  Jag and an F-type at that, why not, but he drove skillfully. Callie felt exhilarated as they sped through the dark to...

"Where ARE we going, darling?" She asked on more than one occasion.

"You'll see!" Was all he would reply.

Eventually, the country lanes were replaced by suburbs, replaced by city streets. They were back in London.  North London, to be precise.

Presently, they turned into a large square lined with imposing Victorian houses. All pale stone and dark glossy doors. It suddenly struck her where they were. "Tom? Are we where I THINK we are?" She turned and looked at him, his cheekbones in sharp relief from the streetlights.

"Well that all depends. If you think you're in New York, then no. " he smirked.

"Dont be a smart arse Thomas!" She chided him with a laugh. "You know exactly what I mean."

"Yes, yes I do my darling. And yes, this is where we are having dinner. At what is known in certain circles as Chez Hiddleston!" He winked. "I tend to call it my home tbough."

He parked the car and let it idle as he turned to her. "Darling, I'm afraid I've been rather selfish." He reached out and took her hand. "I got you all dressed up to go out and actually? This is where we're dining this evening.  I called a favour in from a chef friend. He's cooking as we speak." He kissed her hand "I didnt want to share you with anyone tonight my love. Tonight is ours."

"Oh Tom!" She smiled, her heart fit to burst "that's the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me." She bit her lip, keeping the tears of happiness in check.

Tom smiled and seemed to relax a little. "You're not disappointed are you?" He asked anxiously. "I mean you did get all dressed..."

"Oh what? This old thing? Nah, just what I wear to go to dinner at my lovers house." She replied with a delightfully sinful laugh.  Tom felt the fire ignite in his soul.

"Your lover eh?" He nodded. "Is he handsome?"

"Very" she started to snigger.

"Is he charming?"

"Undoubtedly." Now she was actually laughing.

"Is he skilled at the arts of love?"

At this she lost her composure "the what?," her breath was ragged as she laughed, clutching her side.

"Does he know how to make you scream my love?" He winked and she blushed in her tiger to kitten way he adored.

She chewed the end of her little finger, her tongue flicking and sending him wild."Only you have ever - will ever - make me do THAT." She opened the car door and got out.  Turning to bend down and talk to him through the open door, she realised her cleavage was on show and from that angle, he could see EVERYTHING.

Looking down then back to him, she was just in time to see him bite his own lip to keep from moaning. She smiled and blew him a kiss. "Come on. Time to eat. "

He knew she meant more than just the dinner that awaited them....