The Doctor Will See You Now

Fantastic Reality

Ruth stood rooted to the spot as she did the unthinkable. She watched Tom Hiddleston making love to someone not ten feet away. No, actually, that wasn't quite true. There was no love involved. This was pure, raw, sex and dear God in heaven. It was sending her over the edge.

His eyes were closed, his face twisted in an expression of pure ecstacy. Then his eyes snapped open, and he concentrated those Ocean eyes. On her. Not the woman he was currently servicing, but on Ruth. There was absolutely no doubt in her mind.

She was standing behind the camera, out of shot but near enough that Sienna knew she was there. It had been difficult to begin with as they kissed and backed up to the table, exhanging words of desire and demand.

As Tom laid her down and hoisted her legs on his shoulders, loosening his belt, it was impossible now to imagine how she would get through this. She'd retreated into a daze, present but unaware. Ignoring the panting, the groaning, the cries of desire she'd watched but yet not watched.

Now, she had no choice. Tom's eyes bored into hers. The fire in them burning her core. What was he thinking? Was he imagining April? Was he thinking back to their night together? At that moment, to her surprise, she found she didn't care.

As she lost herself in the moment, she could feel his hands on her arm again. His lips roughly pushed onto hers. Her skin felt like it was on fire, and as her legs began to shake, she struggled to stay quiet. It wasn't Sienna on that table. It was her. It wasn't Robert Laing taking his neighbour. It was Tom moving and thrusting with her. The burning deep down grew more and more intense with every push and groan he made. She was in dire danger of shaming herself, and she was almost sure he could see it.

Dialogue was, as was to be expected, minimal. What there was,belonged to Tom. Seemingly looking into the camera, but actually staring directly at Ruth, he swore and grunted.

"You... are... so... fucking... beautiful. Want... to... give... you... everything... want... you... to...aaah" he gave a shudder to indicate the climax of the scene.

"And cut!" Ben called out. "Perfect. That'll do. That's a wrap for the week, everyone, see you Monday." He turned to Tom and Sienna, "thank you both of you. And thanks Ruth, that was more than we should really have asked of you." He smiled and patted her shoulder as he walked away, scanning the notes for the following day's producer's meeting.

The set lights went up, instantly bringing the normal work atmosphere back. Tom quickly stood back, shirt tail hiding the fact that he was actually wearing a flesh coloured modesty patch. He carefully helped Sienna sit up, pulling her dress back down for her while she got busy popping her boobs away very matter of factly. All in a day's work, really.

Ruth stepped forward with a robe for her, as well as one for Tom. She couldn't look him in the face. As she handed him his robe, he whispered to her, holding her hand just a little longer than he maybe should have.

"You ok, darling? You're shaking." His eyes, previously full of fiery lust now filled with concern. She nodded and quickly turned away.

"There you go." She handed Sienna hers, and the other woman grabbed her hand.

"Thank you. I really appreciated you being here. It wasn't too... awkward for you, was it?" She smiled gently and squeezed her hand. "It's ok for us, it's just work, but when you're watching. And a close friend at that, it can be a bit icky!"

Ruth swallowed the 'wtf' that rose in her throat. Close friend? She just nodded and smiled. "No, it was fine, I've seen worse!" She winked,"not a bad bum to be icky about really!"

The two women burst out laughing, and Tom looked across, eyebrow raised. "Hmmmm?"

Sienna nudged Ruth. "Think Tommy here is a bit worried we're laughing at Loki's Pokey Stick!" They cackled loudly, and Tom just stuck his tongue out and walked away.

Ruth and Sienna walked back to the makeup trailer so she could take off the day's 'face'.

As she sat in the chair a few minutes and a cosy hoodie and leggings later, Sienna looked at her in the mirror.

"Does he know you have feelings for him?"

"I geg your gardon?" Ruth almost swallowed the comb she currently held in her mouth. She spat it out.
"Dont know what you mean!"

"Uh huh? And I came down with the last shower of rain, Miss" Sienna smiled. "It's ok, you know. You're allowed. There's no rule saying you can't. He is rather cute." She scrunched her nose up and smiled. "If you like that sort of thing." She winked. "Me? I prefer mine a little shorter. And darker. And just not him." She grinned.

Ruth shook her head. "No, you've got it all wrong. Tom's like a big goofy brother. He's more likely to tease me than kiss me. Just doesn't see me as a woman. Wouldn't matter how I felt, " she said wistfully, then realising her admission, hastily added "not that I feel anything. Anything at all."

"Have it your own way." Sienna stood and walked to the door. "But for what it's worth?" She paused, "you make a cute couple." With that, she was gone.

Ruth sat down heavily. Dear God, that was close. She was just taking her own makeup off, sitting eyes closed as she plastered herself in remover balm, when the door opened again.

"Two seconds, just getting this slap off." She reached for some cotton wool pads.

"Here, sit back, let me. You deserve a little of what you do for us." The voice was smooth and warm like hot chocolate. She knew it instantly. Before she could reply, strong hands pressed her back into the chair.

"Relax."

Deft fingers crossed her face with cotton wool, gently removing the day's paint. With a touch as light as a feather and as tender as any lover, he cleaned her eyelids. Stroked her cheeks and gently tugged at her lips.

Unable to contain it any longer, she let out a deep sigh of longing. She opened her mouth to speak, but she was silenced by a soft finger.

"Shhhh kitten. Relax, eyes closed."

She obeyed. She didn't want to do anything to spoil this moment.

"Now, you need to get a good night's rest, Pip. You've had a trying few days... no, dont deny it. I want you to be the bright and beautiful Pip I know you to be. Tomorrow, we have a day off from all this and I want to share it with you. I will pick you up, and we will go for that coffee. We will have that chat. And things will be ok. I promise."

She sat, eyes still closed as she heard his footsteps retreat, the door open, and a final soft "goodnight kitten." The door closed, and she opened her eyes.

Had that really just happened? It had. The mirror in front of her was the evidence. A heart, scrawled in lipstick. Inside the heart?

"11am xx"

It seemed that things might just be ok after all.