The Secret (A Tom Hiddleston Fan Fic)

One

Tom kisses the inside of my thigh before brushing his nose then his lips across my clit. "God, Ash. I've missed you so much," he whispers before running his tongue up my slit.

"I've missed you too, Baby," I say as I run my fingers through his hair, pulling his face closer in to me. Tom chuckles then lifts his face to look at me.

"Is someone horny?" he asks, though I think the answer would be both of us by the heavy-lidded look on his face.

"I don't know about this someone to which you refer, but I sure as hell am," I say, grabbing his hair again but this time to pull him up over me.

He lies between my legs, rubbing the tip of his cock against my opening.

"No foreplay then?" he asks as he kisses my shoulder, but I can already feel him nudging inside of me.

"Foreplay later. For now, just fuck me, Baby," I say. Tom looks up from his kisses, and I have a moment to see that his pupils are blown wide before he whispers, "Your wish is my command," then slips into me, causing me to moan his name.

*************

"I'm not whining or anything, but when are we going on holiday again?" I ask. Tom looks up from the script he's reading, pushing his glasses back up his nose.

"That sounded a little like whining," he says as he rubs my foot that's laying across his lap. "Bruce thinks we should wait. After all, we were almost discovered in Vietnam."

Bruce is Tom's agent, or the Overseer as I call him behind his back. He's long held that mine and Tom's relationship should stay a secret.

By the way, my name is Ashley and I'm Tom's wife. Yes, his actual wife. For real. Tom and I met four years ago through Jack, Tom's sister's husband. They weren't married then, but they decided to throw a party for family and friends from each side. I came because I'm best friends with Jack's sister, Stella.

"The biscuits dipped in chocolate then sprinkled with orange zest are to die for," Tom had said as he stood by me at the dessert table. When I turned to look at him, he smiled his megawatt smile.

"I'm Tom," he said, holding out his hand for me to shake.

"Ashley," I said, smiling while shaking his hand.

"So, you are Jack's...." he started.

"Actually, I'm Jack's nothing," I said, giggling when a confused look crossed his face. "I'm friends with Jack's sister, Stella," I said, pointing to the vivacious redhead who had at least three men hanging on her every word.

Just then, Jack joined us at the table. "Tom, good to see you.  I see you've met Ashley. Ashley, Tom's an actor. Tom, Ashley works for Chanel," Jack said as a way of introduction before hurrying off to greet the next guests.

"Chanel, huh. So, you're a model?" Tom asked, and I snorted in a most unladylike manner. "Not with these hips," I said as I picked up another biscuit. "Actually, I'm an attorney."

"Really? That must be fascinating," he said, and I thought he may actually have been sincere.

"Really, it's mostly being good at reading between the lines," I said with a shrug. "You're an actor. That's exciting," I said, knowing it had to be the lamest thing I'd ever said.

Tom laughed eheheh before responding. "Yes, well, it's mostly being good at reading lines," he said, and I laughed at his obvious play on my response.

We spent the rest of the evening together, talking and learning about each other. I don't know what it was...we just clicked. And I found myself hoping that Tom was feeling the same way.

The only problem was Tom's star was on the rise, and he had already experienced trying to maintain a relationship while under media and fan scrutiny.

"It's better if we keep this private, Ash," he had said to me after our third date. I agreed, only because I wanted what was best for Tom. There was no way I would purposely affect his career in a negative way.

Unfortunately, hindsight is 20/20. If I had known we'd go from dating to engaged to married, while keeping it all secret, I would have gone a different way. That's not to say that I wouldn't have been with Tom. I just think I would have called it quits to the whole private thing long before our relationship got so serious.

You may wonder how we keep up the charade. It's easy really, though exhausting at times. Tom and I are never seen in public alone together. If we're seen, we are with Luke or others from his PR firm as I freelance as their attorney from time to time (it's all a cover in case Tom and I are spotted together). We maintain separate homes, though our gardens are next to each other and we installed a gate so we can go back and forth without being discovered. And then there's Tom's love life... the one the public sees, anyway.

Tom "dates" occasionally. It's nothing more than fluff, and usually the women are just looking to be seen with an A-lister like Tom. I know he has to kiss them occasionally, though it's very discreet. He never sleeps with them. He's told me himself, and though Tom is a great actor he's a terrible liar. Plus, he's my husband and he vowed to always be honest with me, so I believe him. The good news is that his career keeps him very busy, so that's his excuse for rarely dating. The truth is he calls me almost every night, he whispers sweet things to me like he misses me and he loves me, and despite the insanity of our life together, I know I hold a place in his heart that no one can take from me.

Still, the "fake dates", as I call them, rankle me sometimes, not because I suspect they are real, but because I'm jealous. Jealous that it's not me with Tom at dinner or even just on a stroll around London. I love him, he's my husband, and this whole "let's keep it secret" is starting to get to me.

"Tom," I say, and even I can hear the whine in my own voice. "Don't you think it's time we told our secret?" Tom looks up from his reading, and this time he takes off his glasses.

"Ashley, it won't always be like this, Love," he says, this time rubbing my calf.  "It's just that we have to be careful how we reveal it. I mean, what are we supposed to do? Just go to the press and say, "I'd like to introduce my wife, Ashley. We've actually been married for over a year, but we've been keeping it secret from all of you and my fans. How about that?" I squirm to remove my leg from Tom's caress

"No. Of course not. I just... I want us to be able to be a couple. A real couple," I say.

Tom puts the script and glasses on the coffee table then scoots closer to me.

"We will, Ash. Just give it a bit more time. Bruce thinks that I'll get an Oscar nod this year, and this might be my big chance. There's no need to rock the boat right now with our news, is there?" he asks, giving me a puppy dog look.

"No... I guess not," I say as Tom wraps his arms around me and starts giving me nommy kisses on my cheek.

"There's my good girl. Now, how about we watch a bit of telly?" he asks.