Unscripted Love • A Tom Hardy fanfic

Chapter 60

Fiona walked behind Tom in his all black suit and coat. She kept her distance from the camera, microphones, and interviewers. They weren't there for her and she liked it that way.
Tom's bald head kept getting all the attention, everyone asking about his role in Batman. Fiona didn't know Tom during the filming of Warrior but she saw the promos for it. She was beyond excited. She saw his body in real life, but seeing it on a big screen with people wishing they were able to go home with him, made her even more excited. She kept trying to be professional for Tom, to appreciate his craft rather than his sexy body. After a couple interviews on the red carpet, Tom checked back with Fiona. She walked with Melanie, the two chatting like friends. They did bond quite easily since they are the only 2 women in his life at the moment. She was basically Fiona's assistant too, helping her pick out a dress for the premiere and scheduling professional makeup artists. Fiona was grateful for Melanie just as Tom was. If she had done her makeup on her own, it would never come out the same way as when it was done by a professional.
Before entering the Dolby theatre Tom grabbed Fiona's hand and waved to the crowd. Her white feathery dress complimented his all black suit perfectly.

. . .

The movie began with Tom on screen and she squeezed his hand. Obviously it wasn't as exciting for him, since he knew how it would go, but she was always impressed.

The movie was good, she was drawn in, but every time he came on screen her heart jumped. She had her hand on her mouth in some form or another, to hide her smiles each time. Then he got into the ring shirtless and she couldn't hide it anymore.

She leaned over to him, "I'm gonna need you to fuck me stat."

Tom laughed without restraint me, luckily the fight was going on and no one but Fiona heard him.

He leaned over to her and took out the toothpick he had been chewing, "Oh is that right?"

Tom's hand moved down to her lap, his fingers gently slid up her thigh, lifting her dress slowly.

"Tom!" She threw her hand on top of his and turned to him, her eyes wide. Smirking, he put his toothpick back in and focused on the movie but left his hand resting on her thigh. She shook her head and turned back too.

Slowly, Tom walked his fingers along her thigh and crept them between her legs. Fiona turned to him, expecting to see that wicked smile of his but he kept staring straight ahead. Tucking his hand under her dress, his fingertips stroked along her lace panties. Her moisture absorbed through the sheer fabric, his fingers slid against the slick panties. He slid his fingers between the panties and her pussy, coating them in her wetness.

He leaned back over, still facing forward, "I'm going to make you cum over and over again."

He pulled his fingers from her panties and rubbed them along his lips, looking like he was thinking about the movie. No one would suspect that he was tasting her. Fiona wiggled in her seat, there was at least another half hour of the movie and then a half hour of goodbyes and formalities. She was going to be begging him by the time they got to the limo. And then there was the after party, but she hoped she could persuade him to make a detour.

"Something the matter, my love?" He looked at her, watching her squirm from desire. "Are you thinking about my cock?"

She looked around for an easy route to the bathroom, she needed him right then and there.

"Meet me in the bathroom, please," she whispered leaning into his ear.

His hand reached over for hers, giving it a firm squeeze to keep her from fleeing. "No, no, if you sit still like a good little girl I'll let you ride my face later until you cum."