Masquerade, A Tom Hiddleston Story

Part 14 "I love ya tomorrow..."

"This is a better idea..." I said as I took one last bite of my pasta. We decided to have my dinner brought upstairs to the room. Both of us agreeing silently that its not a good idea to stay in the restaurant.

"You, food, bed is always a better idea" Tom polished off the last remaining morsel of his dinner. It was a very dry looking meat and veggie combo. I felt bad for the guy. I was tempted to offer him some of my delicious carbonara but decided not to. He looked content to eat his special meal. The things these actors do to keep in tip top shape.

I couldn't help but appreciate the finished product. Tom looked every inch the movie star today. His biceps bulged as he moved our plates to the bedside table. He stretched ever so slightly as he made himself comfortable on the bed. He tucked an arm behind his head and reached out his free hand towards me, asking for my hand. His long toned legs seem to extend forever.

I curled up next to him and welcomed his long fingers. His blue eyes looking deeply into mine. And then he smiled which always causes the corners of his eyes to wrinkle. I don't blame the ladies in the restaurant for losing their knickers over him.

"I'm sorry though" I blurted out.

He looked at me confused.

"What do you ever have to be sorry for Darl... Umm... Kate?"

"I sort of rushed you out of the restaurant. The way you were so amazing with that kid... I'm sure you would be happy to pose with the group of ladies on the next table..." I winced at the sound of my voice. Did I sound like I minded? Did my tone change at the words "group of ladies"? Do I sound possessive? Or even jelaous? I cleared my throat and looked down, hoping my nervousness is not showing. But of course I blushed.

He laughed and inched his body closer to me. I looked up and welcomed his twinkling eyes.

"Truth? I wanted out of there. Not because I don't enjoy meeting umm enthusiasts... But I don't want you to see me being embarrassed and awkward..." His forehead wrinkled and he bit his lip.

"Ive never quite mastered the art of chatting and posing with ladies... I blush and stutter and..." He rolled his eyes dramatically. I can feel that this is an awkward topic for him.

"Fangirls Tom... they are fangirls" I laughed.

"I can't believe you use the word 'enthusiasts'" I leaned in and kissed him chastely to express how adorable I think he is at the moment. I wrap my arms around him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine.

"Yes... That... I don't think I will ever get used to them. And most of the time they don't really know who I am. Or they mistake me for someone else" he giggled.

"I've been called 'that evil guy from Thor', 'that non Avenger guy', Fassbender and even Cumberbatch hahhaha"

"What do you do when they think you are someone else?" I managed to ask although distracted by the realization that we are so close now that our noses are practically touching. I find it hard to concentrate on anything but his breath on my face and his hand caressing my shoulders.

"I don't correct them. I just play along. When they don't know my name that is... But if they think I'm someone else, I apologize before I go... Knowing that when they go home, they will eventually realize it's not who they think they meet" he kissed me quickly but gently.

"But I don't have the patience tonight... Not when I finally have you with me...I miss you" He purred sweetly.

"I miss you too Mr. Fassbender..." I teased.

He smacked my bum playfully. And then we kissed again. This time loaded with desire and longing.

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