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Dreams of Tom. Part 2.

The evening drew on and the building got quiet as the film started. My colleagues and I peered through the gaps in the fire doors and watched the Japanese subtitles play across the screen. I could see the back of his head and my knees went weak. Suddenly the back of my collar was grabbed and I made a strangled sound. It was my boss. She was shouting at me in Japanese, and conveniently during the loudest part of the film. The thick of battle was ensuing on screen and off. She saw me kissing Tom, accused me of being inappropriate. My Japanese is poor and she lost me at ‘watshiwa’. I zoned out, remembering the kiss. Heat burned in my stomach and as I floated away, a sharp slap woke me up. This tiny Japanese woman had slapped me round the face. Hard. Tears sprung to my eyes. I stood in shock as the hand print flushed up on my face. I must’ve stood there for ages. People moved around me, hurrying from place to place, the film finished but time stood still for me. I’d never been hit before and I just couldn’t move. Suddenly a gentle hand found its way to my shoulder and turned me round. I blinked, snapping out of my trance. It was Tom. He gazed at me and stroked my inflamed cheek. I didn’t know what to say. I just kissed him. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and pulled him viciously against my body. People are gone, the hall is closed and everyone has moved onto the after party. The chatter of the paparazzi fades into background. Tom pushed me backwards against the wall, into the shadows. Then to the side, into the staff room. We scrambled onto the sofa, hands tearing at clothes, fingers knotted into hair. My breath is quick and within seconds we are naked. He holds himself above me, the muscles in his arms flexing against his skin, the line of faint hair down the middle of his chest, curling at his belly button and following down. His chest is toned but my eyes are brought back up as his head dips and his mouth suckles my nipples. The way he works the soft buds of flesh makes me write and moan. His right hand dips lower, spreading my legs apart and sliding a delicate finger inside me. My back arches and I can’t help but groan with pleasure. We’re a blur of hands, fingers, tongues and voices. The stars collide in my world as he works his way down my body. He wraps my legs around his shoulders and pleasures the heat between my legs. He pushes me to climax almost easily and I cry out without even thinking; “Loki!” as my orgasm comes crashing down. He looks up at me, a string of moisture snapping from the tip of his tongue to my swollen bud and he tips his head back and laughs that glorious, beautiful laugh. Rich like chocolate, rolling like waves. I go to move, to sit up and apologise by a tremble rocks my body and I nearly fall. He catches me, even now, his touch making my skin spark with electricity. He sits down, his feet to the floor. Tom pulls me over him to we are in a lovers embrace. He strokes my hair and I slide onto his member with great ease. I whimper as everything is still so tender but the pleasure soon breaks through. I study his face, his breath, the corner of his mouth smiling, his blue eyes sparkling, his pupils widening. We fall into a lazy, lover’s rhythm. The passion is still alive and furious but we take a few moments to enjoy the pure attraction and chemistry between us. He kisses my cheek then my lips and I melt in his arms.

***

We lay on the cool carpet, naked as babies. His seed lay in a milky pool in the hollow of my stomach and his fingers were entwined with mine. Our heads were turned facing each other. I couldn’t think of anything to say, there really were no words. I glanced at the clock and sighed as it struck midnight. After a few more moments, Tom kissed me, got up, dressed and went to leave. But before he walked away from my naked form, he placed a piece of paper in my hand, knelt down and whispered in my ear as he’d done the first time round; “Loki’d…” then he left. Without a word. I cleaned myself up, dressed and headed for home. The card he’d given me read simply; ‘Thank you’ written in green pen and a number underneath it. Then realisation hit me. I had just had sex, with Tom Hiddleston. I really have been Loki’d haven’t I?

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As if I was walking through Sainsbury’s, past the DVD for ‘Thor’, saw Tom looking at me through the plastic case, screamed and fell over my trolley. As if that really happened…

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