Two weeks had passed, and Tom and I were completely back to normal. Constant sleepovers and whatnot, not to mention much time...under the covers.
But, Tom was clearly overwhelmed. The fans, although he loved them, were a little too much for him at times. The paparazzi never gave him much respect. And don't even get me started on how much stress filming has caused him.
I know he adores being Spiderman, and wouldn't trade it for anything in the world, but the toll it has on him breaks me heart. Sometimes seeing the ones you love all tense hurts more than your own self being tense.
"Tom, baby," I purred as Tom faded to sleep in his trailer. He nodded awake, looking at me. "You're exhausted. You've been exhausted."
He sighed with a small smile as I played with his curls, "I'll be fine. You know I love Spiderman."
"I know you do, but recently you can't stay awake for more than a few minutes," I sad sadly and crawled on top of Tom, letting him hold me like a little baby.
Tom took a long sigh, closing his eyes and holding me tight to his chest. He has become incredibly muscly and more buff for this role, so I think that's what made me feel so much more safe.
"You're right, what should I do?" Tom asked and rubbed my back gently.
"Let's go on a trip. Our four day break's coming up, what do you say me and you rent a cabin on the lake or something. My dad knows a place we can get-"
"Yes. Fuck yes," He interrupted me and opened his eyes, flipping us over on the giant bean bag.
He dipped his head down and kissed me, placing his hands on my jaw as his elbows kept him upright.
A loud knock interrupted us, "Bella, you're on in five!"
"Shit," Tom breathed out, "we can plan our little jaunt later. Gimme a goodbye kiss."
I grinned and pressed my lips to his angelically soft ones. I skipped out in the Mikey costume with excitement running through my veins. Really anytime before I was to do something with Tom, I got excited.
Before I knew it, five days had passed and we were on our short filming break. With the help of my dad, Tom and I were now on our way to a cabin off a lake we found.
"Thank you for this, Bella. Really," Tom smiled down at me as we walked out of the airport.
"Please, I wanted to do this. I can't stand seeing you tired all the time," I reminded him. We finally escaped the airport after getting stopped by fans, and headed to the cabin.
It was decently big, with a hot tub on the deck and curtains around the master bed.
"This is amazing!" Tom cheered as he looked around.
"My dad wasn't kidding when he said we'd love it," I agreed.
"So what's to do?" Tom asked, but then paused. "Besides you, because that's for tonight," He teased.
I gasped and hit his chest gently while blushing furiously. Once calmed, I spoke, "Well, there's a lake and a boat! I say we go out for a ride."
"Sounds delightful, babe," Tom cheered. We changed into our swim suits, mine being a very showy tie dye blue one. I never wear it in public, but since it was just Tom and I, I decided it'd be fine.
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I walked out of the bathroom and Tom looked at me, doing a double take.
"Jesus Christ..." He smirked, checking me out.
"I'm only wearing it since it's just us two, don't get used to it," I teased him, grabbing my towel and phone and heading out.
"You're lucky I'm containing myself right now. Otherwise there'd be no boat ride right now," He teased back. I smiled as we walked to the dock, getting on the boat before driving off. It was a small speedboat.
We went to a small lagoon and swam around, snacking on some chips and whatnot. Once the sun started setting, we headed back home.
Once we had locked up the boat, we headed inside the large cabin. Tom had his hand on my back the whole time, and once the door was shut, I felt the knot of my top come undone.
"Tom!" I squealed, holding it so it wouldn't come off.
"Oh my gosh! My finger must've slipped," He said sarcastically, following me up the the master bedroom and bathroom.
"You're so damn fine," I complimented him, admiring how toned his torso and entire body was. I really was the luckiest girl alive, wasn't I.
"You're one to talk, gorgeous," He replied and grabbed my waist, pushing me onto the bed gently.
My hands fell away, leaving my bathing suit top loosely covering my chest.
He lifted it up over my head and proceeded to take off my bottoms, kissing every single square inch of me.
You know where the rest of that night went.
I woke up, knowing the pain today would be immense since Tom fucked the living shit out of me last night. No complaints, though.
I checked my phone since he was still fast asleep, seeing I had tons more notifications than usual. Zendaya had called me 10 times. Something was wrong.
I looked at the number one hashtag on twitter, seeing it was #TellaIsOverParty. Oh God, what had Tom and I done now.
Whenever someone says a #Blah-blah is over party hashtag, it means that person is cancelled by the public. Upon doing more I found a picture.
It was Tom and me. Last Night. Under the sheets.
UNEDITED! jfc i'm so sorry for not updating! my life is super duper DUPER busy recently and my writers block is worse than ever! thanks for understanding!!
