All Roses Must Wilt (a Tom Hiddleston fanfic)

Chapter 31- Back to Work

I woke up feeling quite energized, on account that I went to bed early. Sitting up, I realize I had fallen asleep in Tom's bed. And he had fallen asleep in mine. I climb out of bed, also realizing I fell asleep in my skirt and top from the play yesterday. Oh well.

"Hey, you're up." Within an instant, Tom enters the room, kissing my lips lightly.

"Yeah," I reply, slightly stunned. "I'm up. Are you going somewhere?" I ask, noticing how nicely dressed he is.

"Yes, unfortunately Jackie wouldn't let me take three days off in a row. I've got an interview with a magazine about Only Lovers Left Alive. You're welcome to come, if you'd like."

I shake my head lightly. "No, thank you."

"Are you sure? I promise you won't be in the way or anything."

I shake my head again, forcing a small smile onto my face. "No, you go have fun."

Tom then proceeds to tell me to be safe, to lock the doors, and to please answer the phone whenever he calls. And also not to hesitate if I need to call him. It's not a filmed interview, after all, nor a live one. He opens the door, about to leave, but then stops and turns to me. "You sure you'll be okay?" He asks.

I nod. Before he can leave, however, I grab his arm. "Tom?"

"Yes, darling?" He asks, turning towards me again.

I purse my lips lightly. I can't take this anymore... I need to do it again. I grab his shirt collar (which I seem to do a lot, now that I think about it) and pull him down to my height, kissing him passionatly. He, in return, acts immediately, pulling me closer to him by my waist and pressing me against the door. We pull away at one moment, taking in deep breaths. He definitely was not prepared for that. And I don't think I was prepared for what he had done, either. His hands were still firmly placed at my waist, his body still lightly pressing against mine.

"What was that for?" He asks, smiling lightly.

I look down. "To give you something to look forward to come back to."

"Well I already had something to look forward to," he says. "Just to see you, even if we aren't kissing or holding hands."

I can feel my cheeks heating up as I smile. "You'd better go. You don't want to be late."

He smiles, leaning down to my ear. "Oh, my darling pet, how is it that you're able to make me so lustful towards you with just a single kiss?"

I become thankful that he can't see my face. No doubt I'm blushing like crazy. How do I respond to that? I've never been very charismatic or alluring like Tom is. "I guess I could say the same to you."

He chuckles lightly, kisses me lightly one more time, and leaves. Alone once again. But alone with a new outlook on the world. Romance, kisses, and lust.

People often tell me my writing really reflects my mood. And I think they're right. My story is growing more romantic as time passes. And I suppose I can thank Tom for that. At first my characters were lonely and acted awkward towards each other. Then they became great friends. And now... Now they're falling in love. As I open my laptop to type some more, I realize I really have no clue where I'm going with this story. I just... type.

Nothing really happens during the day. A housekeeper comes in to take our dirty towels and sheets, and replaces our soap, toilet paper, and other things. Tom calls me, saying if I'm hungry I can use money from his bag to get something to eat, as long as I'm super careful on the streets. So I do, making sure not to spend too much. Then I type some more, watch Netflix for a bit... At one point I try to do a few sit-ups, but soon give up. I'm so glad I'm naturally small, because exercise is definitely not my area of expertise.