Unscripted Love • A Tom Hardy fanfic

Chapter 27

It was finally opening night. Fiona hadn't seen Tom yet but he knew she was going to be there. Fiona walked with her sister Callie, taking in the city life that reminded them of New York City but was a little more exciting. Traci had worked in the city briefly and Fiona would on occasion skip school and wander the city. Now looking back she realized how careless that was. Oftentimes no one knew where she was until she showed up at Traci's job. 

The two walked to the gothic-looking hotel and checked in at the concierge. Tom had reserved a room for Callie and had made arrangements for Fiona to pick up a key to his room.
 
"I'm going to enjoy the quiet, take a bath, mini-vacation for me. Thanks, Tom!" Callie said as the clerk got their keys together. 
Tom made sure Callie's room wasn't too close to theirs. It had been over 2 weeks since they saw each other and even longer since they had sex, it was weighing on both of them. 

"Ms. Fiona, this is your key for room 1252. And Ms. Calliope, this is your key for room 1436," the man handed them each their respective black key cards. 

Fiona went to Tom's room, Callie insisted on getting settled in and taking a nap before the show. Fiona swiped the card and opened the door after a quiet beep. Right down the hall from the door was a huge window with a great view of Washington St. It was pretty beautiful, she wondered what it looked like at night with all the lights from the shops. 

She wheeled her suitcase through to the large queen size bed, she was mesmerized by the view outside. She turned toward the bed and noticed a black rectangular box with a white envelope on top. Fiona hopped on the bed, smiling from ear to ear.  She opened the envelope and pulled out a white card stock card with a red heart balloon on the front. She flipped it open: 

Fiona, 
You are the most important person in my life. Even when I'm busy and not sleeping much, you're all I think about. Can't wait to see you tonight.
Love,
Tom
P.S. I can't wait to take these off you. 
P.P.S (I think that's it, pps?) Open it alone.

Fiona laughed and kissed the card. She turned to the box and lifted the top off. Inside under a layer of pink tissue paper was a maroon sheer, floral lace bustier with matching cheeky panties. Both of the fabrics felt thinner than the paper that covered it. After almost 3 weeks she was sure these would be torn to shreds by the time the night was over. 

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Callie opened the door to Fiona in her long black peacoat with a matching scarf. Callie looked up to her sister and sometimes felt like an ogre in comparison. Unlike Fiona, Callie wore leggings with an oversized sweater and a belt. She assumed under her sister's peacoat was a gorgeous ensemble that Callie would want to borrow.

"Cute boots," Callie said, looking down at the suede looking booties with a faux fur trim. "New?"

"Yeah, I bought them last week," Fiona said waiting in the hall as Callie grabbed her purse and coat. "TMI, Tom kinda likes shoes."

"Ew. That's weird," Callie laughed, "he likes feet?"

"I don't think so. We haven't done foot stuff, I would probably draw the line there," the two sisters laughed. Growing up, Fiona felt like she was closest with Traci because she was technically her whole sister. As they grew up, however, Fiona found Callie was actually most similar to her and they got along effortlessly. "He just likes when I wear heels."

"Gross. Wear them how? Does he lick them? Do you step on him?" Callie pressed the down elevator button and looked back at her sister grossed out at the thought of shoe play, "as some weird dominatrix stuff?"

"Oh my god, no!" Fiona's eyes filled with tears of laughter. In Tom's defense though, Fiona would probably go along with whatever his kinks were or at the very least give them an honest try. "He just appreciates them! Like he'll be like those are hot shoes let's do it. And that's pretty much the extent of the shoes."