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A Little Secret	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 7448 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Loki nor do I personally know Tom Hiddleston or any of the other famous people herein. I do not own Avengers or Thor and yes this is a work of fiction. This is just for fun and no profit will be made.

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Author’s Note: Well, I must say I’m flattered by the attention this has been getting! Welcome readers, new and old!

Chapter Four: A Night Out
    It was loud! It was crowded! She couldn’t see through the smoke generated by the fog machine, let alone low pulsing lights in sheer darkness. The only time there was any lights was when an array of lasers would shot into the air. It was perfect for getting lost in and Tom fit in like he was one of the drugged out masses. Men and women were dressed in UV reactive clothes of many colors, glow sticks hanging off several points of their body and they were too busy grinding against eachother to notice their surroundings. Yes, this was the perfect environment to be ignored, it was just too bad that Lissa couldn’t stand clubs.
    The miserable assistant sat at a hidden booth, far enough from the noise to avoid a headache while still able to keep an eye on her over enthusiastic charge. Hiddleston, of course, looked like he was having the time of his life. He wore a large grin on his handsome face as he danced with the best of them. Then he was swinging to face her, beckoning her to join him excitedly. Immediately she shook her head vehemently, signaling that she was just fine far away from the sweaty crush of bodies. She would be dealing with more than enough of them come tomorrow afternoon. Shuddering at the thought, she took a deep drink of her root beer. As much as Tom had insisted, she absolutely refused to get trashed the night before a job. “Are you going to sit in the dark all night?” came a half teasing baritone in her ear, nearly making her jump out of her skin.
    Looking to her right, she saw it was only her wayward client returning from the dance floor. The reddish blonde curls of his wig stuck to his forehead, making her seriously praise the skill of the maker. If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought that was his actual hair. All of a sudden she felt the oddest urge to give it a tug to see if it would come off. “That was my intention,” the t-shirt and jeans wearing female replied with a grimace. They had only gotten a few steps down the hotel hall when they had both realized she was way too over dressed to fit in and she had to dig out her last resort wear, clothing she wouldn’t wear unless she had nothing left. To her embarrassment, her casual wear came down to a lot of ‘Loki’ fanwear. Right now a side view of his horned helm graced her torso, making her feel more self conscious than her suit would have.
    “I didn’t just bring you to look pretty. I want to have a good time with you. Please, come out with me for at least one song,” the British actor cajoled, looking down at her with the biggest puppy eyes she had seen yet.
    Looking away so the sad look in his blue-green eyes wouldn’t sway her, the brunette simply fiddled with her mostly empty glass. “I don’t know. I’m not all that comfortable being in such a tight crowd, let alone the type of ‘dancing’ they’re doing. It looks more like vertical sex than anything else,” she responding, gesturing to the grinding couples that slithered and squirmed all over eachother. Some even switched partners after songs, making her even more reluctant to join the fray. Knowing her luck, it would only take one song switch before she was separated from Tom.
    As if sensing her thoughts, all the joy fled from the star’s face for a deadly serious expression. Then he was grabbing her hand and pulling her to her feet, tugging her tight against him as his splayed a hand in her lower back. The look he gave her was so severe that she instantly regretted her words, wishing she could simply dissolve out of his tight grip and disappear into the floor. She opened her mouth to apologize when she was stopped by a harsh exhale. “I wouldn’t let anyone take you from me or even get near you. You’re perfectly safe with me,” he whispered, a hard steel to his words that she had only heard from his portrayal of the Trickster Prince. Then he was ushering her onto the dance floor, enveloping her smaller body in his strong arms.
    “Tom...,” she began, giving an unsure look to the no doubt high crowd around them. Thankfully most of them were too blissed out to even pay them any mind.
    “Shhh, just relax and have a good time with me,” he begged in a slightly gruff voice as his hips began to undulated in a lewd manner. Swallowing her nerves, Melissa took a deep breath and simply let the music flow through her body.
    She forgot everything around her, even the man sensually running his hands up and down her sides. All she felt was the music moving her limbs, swaying her hips. She was so lost in the strange feeling that the handler didn’t even realize she was sliding along Tom’s body in a rather sexual manner. Her hips twisted in small circles, rubbing her junction against his; drawing low growls from the man holding her. A not too gentle nip to her neck brought her back to reality with a snap and she jumped back out of her companion’s arms. Chest heaving as she panted harshly, Melissa brushed a strand of her straight brown hair behind her ear as she began to back away. “I... I’m sorry. I... I’ll meet you back in the hotel,” she breathed in a flustered voice before simply running away. She never saw the downright predatory look the thespian gave her as she retreated.
    Lissa shut the door with a shuddery sigh, rubbing the back of her neck as she played over the compromising position of their bodies again and again. The look Hiddleston had given her certainly hadn’t helped. He was looking at her like a starved man seeing a bottomless banquet that was being offered for free. Doing her best to shake off the too pleasant tingling between her legs, Lissa took another deep breath before gathering her pajamas and heading to their shared bathroom. At least this room had a lock and she would have an easy excuse for why she was hiding from him once again. Some part of her railed at her for not going back there and taking what was blatantly being offered to her. That part hated her for acting like what she considered to be an adult. Even if she didn’t have a complicated past she still would have done her best to resist sleeping with the star. At the end of the day, she was still a professional.
    Locking herself in the actually sizeable bathroom, the shaken female began to run herself a hot bath. Right now she had to forget everything except the job she had to do as well as the fact that she and Tom could never be anything but friends. She would still treat him with the same amount of care she always did but she would make sure to keep a professional barrier between them. Nights like this simply couldn’t be allowed to happen, period. Not if she wanted to come out of this with her sanity intact. Turning off the taps, the weary woman slipped into the steaming water and began to languidly wash herself. Spending the night in the same room as the actor tonight was going to be interesting.
    To find the suite empty when he got back had been a terrible shock. In fact, he had almost pulled out his phone to call the missing woman when he noticed the closed bathroom door as well as the light coming out from under it. Relief filled his body in a rush and he very lost his control right then and there. The air almost seemed to shimmer around him as the temperature took a sharp dip, causing his breath to come out as fog briefly. As quickly as it started, it all stopped as he took deep breaths to calm down. She was fine, she was safe. Releasing a sigh, the towering actor moved toward the locked door and placed a hand on the faux wood. No matter how much he tried to reassure himself, he simply needed verbal reassurance she was there. “Lissey? Luv, are you in there,” he asked in a far too quiet, scared voice.
    Said female had been relaxing in the hot water when she felt the sudden chill. But it happened so fast that she merely shrugged it off as a draft somewhere. She was just about to close her eyes again when she heard a soft voice calling Tom’s nickname for her through the door. “Tom?” she called out, her heart racing at the possibility that it might not be him.
    “Oh darling. You gave me such a fright when your weren’t in the room. I thought something had happened to you. Are you taking a bath? I hear water,” came her client’s worry laden voice, muffled by the material between them. Just hearing it made guilt bloom in her chest and she began to pull herself reluctantly out of the water’s warm embrace.
    “Yeah, I’m sorry Tom. I should have left you a note or something,” she called as she stepped out of the porcelain container.
    “No, don’t get out! Finish up your bath, I’ll have a surprise waiting for you,” came his quick reply, leaving Lissa feeling conflicted. Finding the water too tempting, the young woman slid back in and resumed soaking. She would just deal with whatever was waiting for her when she got out.
    “Sorry that took so long. I hope you didn’t...,” she began, stopping when she saw what awaited her. Apparently Tom had been a very busy boy in the past fifteen minutes.
    All ambient lighting had been turned off to be replaced with dancing candlelight from candles scattered through the room. There, on the table and surrounded by rose petals, was a steak dinner for two and a two pronged candelabra. There also appeared to be two glasses full of a deep red wine and a faint, soft music playing in the background. “Tom?” she whispered in an unsure voice, dropping the towel she had been drying her hair with to her red pajama shirt clad shoulder as her eyes searched for the star. She found him standing by their beds with a soft smile on his handsome face.
    “I wanted to do something special for you. Consider it a belated thank you for everything you’ve done for me through the years,” he murmured, a strange huskiness to his voice that made her womb clench.
    “This is very nice. Thank you,” Lissa whispered, slowly walking toward the small table and sitting down.
    “It was my pleasure,” rumbled his voice by her ear, making her wonder just how he had gotten there so quickly. His blue-green eyes shined with warmth as he smiled down at her. Then he was lifting her hand to kiss it before moving to his side of the table and sitting down.
    “To the future,” the star declared, raising his fat bottomed wine glass and offering it to the female across from him for a toast.
    Feeling a bit apprehensive about what he was toasting to, Lissa simply shrugged it off before raising her glass shyly. “The future,” she whispered, her traitorous heart wishing for so much more than she was willing to allow herself. The rims of their glasses clinked companionably before they pulled back and took a sip simultaneously. Then the pair tucked into their food, Lissa more than a little surprised by how good the food tasted. When they were both finished, the movie star grabbed the plates before she could and set them outside the door for housekeeping to pick up.
    Then the taller, well muscled male was turning and prowling towards her; his black clothing only adding to the big cat illusion. “Um, isn’t that uncomfortable?” the flustered assistant whispered, noticing he still wore the wig from their earlier excursion.
    “”Wha...,” he began, then realization dawned on his face and he got a shameful look on his pale face.
    “Ah, the wig. Forgot I had it on. Give me a moment luv, removing this thing can be tricky,” the actor continued, grabbing the small bag from earlier and going into the bathroom.
    Melissa took that opportunity to have a quick and very quiet freak out. One part of her was utterly charmed by his romantic display, the other part of her was utterly horrified. Any more gestures like this and she would be complete putty in his hands. Groaning, the brunette ran a shaky hand over her clammy face as she took deep breaths in an effort to quell the warm, happy feeling rising within her. As much as it hurt, she just couldn’t allow herself to allow it to overtake her. Tom had no idea what he was getting into and it would be highly unfair to the man. He was just starting to gain ground as a serious actor after all! “Dammit Tom, why do you have to be so... you,” she hissed in faint aggravation before heading to her bed and laying down.
    The star came back out sans shirt, a pair of black sleeping pants hanging low on his hips. His dyed, raven locks spilled down his back and his glittering eyes searched the room briefly for his companion. When he saw her lounging on her own bed with a lamp on and a book in her hands, he raised a dark brow. “You blew out all the candles,” he chuckled, moving to his bed and sitting on the edge that faced her.
    “Well, we are going to bed at some point and I wanted to read a bit. Besides, the whole romantic atmosphere seemed a bit unneeded,” Lissa replied dryly, her face hidden by the paperback she was currently reading.
    “‘Watership Down,’ huh? Good book but very sad,” he remarked softly from far too close, making the woman put her book down to look at him. The tall actor was leaning himself toward her, a strange heat radiating from the lines of his body.
    “Yeah, Fiver is my favorite. I always felt bad for the little guy,” she responded, resisting the extreme urge to lick her lips. With the way he was looking at her, it almost felt if moving would make him pounce on her.
    “Why don’t you come sleep with me tonight. I could use the company,” he purred in a warm voice that made her traitorous body respond pleasurably.
    “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Tonight has shown me that my little confession may have given you the wrong idea. There is no amount of wooing or charm that is going to get me to change my mind. Its for the best that our relationship stay professional,” the brunette answered, squeezing her thighs together slightly to try to drive away the ache forming in her core. His scent, nearness and growly voice were doing horrible things to her, slowly but surely whittling away at her self control.
    A deep inhale from beside her drew her slightly terrified gaze back to her client. His eyes were closed and an expression that she could only call bliss spread over his face as his nostrils flared. When his orbs reopened, the green in his eyes was very nearly glowing and his pupils were dilated. “I would beg to differ Lissey. You mentioned a reputation before but I simply can’t see you doing anything that would endanger my career if we got into a relationship,” he rasped in a voice that came from the bottom of his ribcage. It was so deep, Melissa could have sworn she could feel his words vibrating in her body.
    “It happened two years ago, ages for the paparazzi. Yet, because of the nature of the ‘scandal’, I know there are plenty out there that remember. I... was in a very close relationship with an older male. Due to his fame, our relationship was kept mostly secret for both our sakes. We came very close to getting married when somebody managed to get a picture of us and gave it to the paparazzi. The story exploded everywhere, ruining his reputation overnight. To mitigate any more damage to him, I simply left our home without telling him; leaving my ring and a note. He has never gotten over the loss of me and I guess you could say the same goes for me but if I hadn’t left, they would have continued to tear him apart and throw around baseless accusations,” she responded, being very careful to keep Jeremy’s name out of it.
    “Ah, that explains a few things. Melissa, please look at me,” came a serious sounding baritone, drawing her gaze. Tom’s eyes were fixed on her and he grabbed her one of her hands in his, rubbing the top with a thumb.
    “I can understand why you’d be hesitant to have a relationship with a celebrity after that. Something that sensational never truly goes away, just goes into hiding for a while,” he continued quietly, his green-blue eyes holding understanding. Lissa could only nod, glad he was finally understanding.
    “But, I’m not willing to give up that easy. Now that I know for sure that it isn’t something terrible, I intend to pursue a relationship with you,” he declared, a determined gleam in his orbs as he pulled her hand to his lips and placed a kiss on top.
    “Tom...,” she began, not liking the sound of that one bit. She couldn’t allow him to put everything he was striving for on the line for her.
    “I’m serious. I can see it in your eyes that you want this too and I’m not about to give up easy,” he rumbled before pulling away to lie on his bed. His now more blue eyes shined at her almost soothingly as he rubbed the empty spot beside him.
    “Now, come cuddle with me. It’s awfully lonely over here,” he whispered, using his patented kicked puppy whimper. Sighing heavily, knowing she was beat, Lissa got out of her bed and slid into her client’s.
    “Much better,” the taller star sighed blissfully, a hand moving slowly up and down her side. Soon the combination of the soothing touch and his scent had her drifting off, making her unaware of the heartbreaking look the man holding her was giving her.
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