*Sigyn*
I am standing outside the Harold Pinter theatre waiting to come in and see Tom perform. He had gotten me a ticket for the martine today, even though it was sold out. But he say he pulled some treads. I am very excited to see him on stage.

"Isn't that.. her ?" I hear a girl whisper, discreetly tapping her friends arm. "Tom's girlfriend".

Her friend glance at me, much less tactful, and I try to pretend that I didn't hear them. She makes a face. "You think ? She looked really beautiful on the red carpet.. not so.. ordinary".

"Hmm.. you might be right". The first one is looking at me and I focus on my phone. Then she continues. "I still think it's fate.. with her name.. that they are meant to be".

Her friend huffs. "She probably took that name just to suck up to him.. she probably just want to be famous or something".

It makes me a bit sad to hear of course, but I understand it.. I mean I have been a teenager with a crush on a celebrity.. no one is good enough. But I just keep to myself.

Finally they open the doors and the real nightmare starts. Tom had told me to go to the ticket window and just say my name, but there is a rather long line and the entrance hall is kinda small so everyone hears me say my name and it feels like the whole room turn towards me and start whispering to one another.

"Just a minute miss Aune, I'll have someone escort you to your seat". The woman say and wave someone over. "This is Mr Hiddleston's private guest, please take her to the loge".

Yup now everyone is definitely staring and I try my best to smile and look like I do this every day. The Young man makes a motion with his arm. "This way miss Aune.. I am Mark, if you need anything, please just ask for me".

"Thank you Mark, please just say Sigyn". I quickly follow him, breathing a sigh of relief as we leave the lobby behind.

He opens a door. "Here you are miss.. Sigyn.. your private loge for the evening.. as I said, if you need something, stick your head out and call for me.. I'll be nearby".

"Thanks again". I walk inside, oh Tom, why does everything with you need to be a statement ? But I know he mean well.

There is a soft chair and a side table with a glass on it. I walk closer and see that on the chair is the most perfect long stemmed rose, so deeply red it is more burgundy and it has a note attached.

I take the rose and sit down, before opening the note, it is written in Tom's handwriting, and I read it in a low voice to myself. "What's in a name ? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet".

Of course.. Shakespeare.. I mean it is Tom. The glass on the table is clearly champagne, with a red ripe heart shaped strawberry floating in it, uh and another note under the glass.

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite". I bite my lip, fighting a tear.. he clearly remembered me admitting that Romeo and Juliet is the only Shakespeare play I know.

I am aware that some people in the theater is looking up at me and whispering together. But I ignore it. I have the best boyfriend in the world and I don't give a shit if they don't like me, because he loves me.. and I love him.

Finally the play start and my God, he is so amazing. I can't help just smiling like an idiot and part of me wants to just stand up and yell. "That's my man.. that handsome, talented, sexy man is mine".

The suddenly he is kissing with the woman playing his wife, it is extremely passionate and I can't help the conflicting feeling tearing at me. On one side, as an audience it is pretty hot.. intense.. grapping.. but on the other side, that is my man, kissing someone else, and he is not holding back in any way.. I can't stop the flash of jealousy.

I try pushing it away, it's his job.. it's the script.. and I can trust Tom.. I need to be able to accept things like this.

When the play is done and the actors takes their bows, Tom's eyes catches mine, and then he sends me the warmest smile, that I can't help returning.

As I get up, taking the rose with me, Mark is waiting for me by the door. "I hope you enjoyed the play miss.. Tom has asked for you to come to his dressing room. This way please".

I am lead down and backstage, were Mark knock on a door with Tom's name written on a sign. Tom's voice sounds from inside. "Yes ?"

"Just go in miss". Mark smiles at me.

"Thanks Marks". I smile at him and open the door, walking inside. Tom is sitting by a mirror, having just finished cleaning his face. "Hi Tom.. the play was amazing.. and so was the your surprise".

He turns to look at me, smiling happily. "I am glad you liked both".

"I loved them Tom.. you were amazing". I walk over to him and slip my hands around his neck. "You are spoiling me sir".

"I like spoiling you, but it was nothing special". He say with a little shrug, his hands coming up to grab my hips.

I slide down to sit on his lap, a leg on each side of him. "To me it was special.. that kiss seemed.. pretty special too".

"That kiss ?" He looks confused for a moment, then he swallows. "You know that's just acting right ? It means nothing".

"What about you prove that to me.. kiss me in a way that convinces me that kiss on stage was just acting". I smirk at him.

A smile slide over his handsome face. "Oh with pleasure".

His hands grab my face and he kisses me with such a passion and love that I literally feel weightless for a moment. One hand in his hair, one slipping up under his shirt to caress his stomach.

He lets out a soft moan that is absolutely orgasmic, making me push myself closer to him. I have never known a man that like him turned me on like this, physically of course but also mentally. And his kiss definitely convince me that the one on stage was just acting.. the real thing is something else entirely.

"Tom sweetie.. oh sorry.. I didn't know you had company". A middle aged woman is standing in the doorway blushing even worse than me. "I wanted to see if you were ready to do stage door".

Tom breaks the kiss, licking his lip slowly, like he wants a last taste of me, a thing I find insanely sexy. "Sure Gemma, I'll be out in minute darling".

Gemma nod and disappear. And I try to stand up, but Tom grabs my waist, his voice more of a low growl. "A minute.. I have time for one more kiss".

"And go out showing of this ?" I let my hand run down, rubbing over the very obvious bulge in his pants. "What wouldn't you fans think ?"

"Believe me.. they would probably be happy". He chuckles. "But keep doing that and the problem will disappear all by itself".

I remove my hand, shaking my head with a giggle. "And you would have a very embarrassing stain to explain".

"Well.. you made the bulge.. it's only fair that you.. Iron it out again". He say with a cheeky grin, wiggling his eyebrows.

I slap him on the chest. "Oh god Tom.. you are so freaking dirty at times.. but hey I know a trick that will get 'him' to fall right down".

He gives me a tight lipped smile. "I think 'he' just did".

"See.. works every time". I wink at him and get up. "Now go mingle with your adoring fans".