"You look better in my shirt than i do" I observed. She looks younger with my RADA school t-shirt and joggers. Slightly baggy but resting comfortably because of our similar height. Her blonde almost platinum hair is wet from the long shower that we took earlier. She smelled of my soap and shampoo.
"My most stylish outfits ever" she posed dramatically in the best way that she could manage sitting on the kitchen stool and one hand holding a fork. I joined her from behind the counter with my own plate of hot eggs and bacon.
"This is really really good Tom... "
"You are just hungry... " And so am I. Judging from the sun streaming from the window, it's about 2 or 3 o clock in the afternoon. We slept almost the whole day. Lost in each other's arms.
"No seriously... This is amazing... Handsome, charming, great in bed and cooks. Why are you so perfect?"
I can feel myself turning beet red.
"You think I'm great in bed?' I asked her, feeling all warm inside.
And the cute thing is, I can see her blush too. We are just two very pale and transparent people.
"You know you are... Shut up!" She whacked my shoulders playfully. I caught her hand and kissed it lightly.
"You are not so bad yourself madam..." I teased, enjoying making her even redder.
"We are not having this conversation now..." She looked away clearly caught off guard at where the conversation is going. She knows that if we keep things flirtatious innuendo going we would end up in bed again... or the kitchen counter.
"You are right. Some things are better left unsaid... Some things are better acted on than talked about" I gave her a wicked suggestive smile.
She laughed coyly. Her green eyes dancing.
"I think we've been acting on it more than we should in less than 24 hours"
"I didnt think there was a quota..." I leaned and gave her a small kiss.
"Don't you dare come between me and my eggs!" She joked, menacingly pointing her fork at me.
I laughed and let her eat in peace. My phone beeped next to me indicating a message. I glanced at it with no intention of picking it up.
It's Harry. He wants to know if he should drop by and help me read lines. I picked up the phone and started typing a reply.
T: Not today mate... Enjoy your saturday see you Sunday".
H: You sure? You said you wanted to get a head start on the Night Manager script?
T: I can manage by myself for now... Seriously have a good day.
I closed the chat box and scroll through the other messages I've missed. A few from Lucas, some from Ben, a 'hey dude' from Hemsworth and a 'call me when you're free Son' from Mom. Nothing that needs to be dealt urgently.
"Hey do you need to be somewhere?'' Kate asked. She cleaned her plate and now holding her cup of coffee, taking small sips.
"No... Just reading messages. It's like I've been gone for ages and not just a few hours by the amount of messages" I chuckled.
"I think my phone is dead and I don't even remember where it is... I better go soon" she got up and took our empty plates to the sink and proceeds to wash them.
I stood up and hugged her from behind. My lips on her cheeks. She giggled and turned around and smiled.
"Don't go... Stay... It's rare I have both Saturday and Sunday free..." I told her, kissing her neck.
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Masquerade, A Tom Hiddleston Story
FanfictionTom Hiddleston is an up and coming actor and superstar/celebrity. But he is also just a man. Behind the charm and eloquence, he is like any of us, plagued with insecurities and self doubt. Especially when it comes to love. When he seems to have met...
