Hesitantly, leaving Tom plenty of time to move away or stop her, she reached up to touch his cheek. “Well done, darlin’. What other traits do you share with Prince Hal, besides brilliant acting?”
Tom smiled slightly, “Ah, well..we both certainly have some quite close friends, we both look up to somebody, I guess..” He shrugged one shoulder.
“Oblivious Tom.” Summer ran her fingertips lightly down his jawline, then slipped her hand to the back of his neck. “Forgive me,” she whispered, “I can’t pass up this chance.” Pressing upward, she brushed her lips to his.
Tom pulled back only a few moments after, looking down from her. “I’m sorry, I really can’t..” He looked up, his expression truly apologetic.
She smiled wistfully. “No, of course not. I beg your pardon.” Deliberately, she put some space between them. “I understand if you need to leave now. But you’re welcome to stay.”
Hesitantly, leaving Tom plenty of time to move away or stop her, she reached up to touch his cheek. “Well done, darlin’. What other traits do you share with Prince Hal, besides brilliant acting?”
Tom smiled slightly, “Ah, well..we both certainly have some quite close friends, we both look up to somebody, I guess..” He shrugged one shoulder.
“Oblivious Tom.” Summer ran her fingertips lightly down his jawline, then slipped her hand to the back of his neck. “Forgive me,” she whispered, “I can’t pass up this chance.” Pressing upward, she brushed her lips to his.
Summer wasn’t even paying attention any more, too busy fighting with herself. She bit at a fingernail, arms folded in, and watched Tom out of the corner of her eye. There he went again, reeling the lines off from memory along with the movie. Was it worth resisting?
Carpe diem, right?
Trying not to hold her breath, or be too obvious about the butterflies dancing irish jigs in her bloodstream, she slid a little closer and tucked her shoulder under his arm.
Tom smiled slightly, his oceanic blue gaze to glance over to her. He decided to keep quiet, she looked only a tad bit troubled with her self, the actor didn’t want to interrupt. Movie over, he sighed again, looking down to Summer once more. “Is thine sweet lady asleep?” He whispered with a small smile.
“No, just … sad. Poor Henry. And poor Hal.” Summer blinked a little, and a tear slid down her cheek. “The emotions fair leap off the screen, don’t they, Tom?” She looked up at him, meeting those eyes, and felt her heart skip a beat.
[shut up muse, I’ll get there!]
Tom nodded, blinking a little as he found a little tear roll down her cheek. “I guess that was the goal..” He smiled slightly.
Hesitantly, leaving Tom plenty of time to move away or stop her, she reached up to touch his cheek. “Well done, darlin’. What other traits do you share with Prince Hal, besides brilliant acting?”
Tom blinked, looking back at the screen. “Ah, I’m sorry..I should have picked another..” He said, walking of to a different subject. He patted her gently, giving a small reassuring smile.
“I picked it, remember? Good lord, you just apologise for everything. Don’t be sorry for being attractive, Tom, okay?” Summer tried to ignore the touch.
The actor withdrew his hand from her, nodding. He caught himself from apologizing again, smiling a bit about it. “Ahm..alright..” He replied with a breath, glancing to the TV again just to see where they were up to.
Summer wasn’t even paying attention any more, too busy fighting with herself. She bit at a fingernail, arms folded in, and watched Tom out of the corner of her eye. There he went again, reeling the lines off from memory along with the movie. Was it worth resisting?
Carpe diem, right?
Trying not to hold her breath, or be too obvious about the butterflies dancing irish jigs in her bloodstream, she slid a little closer and tucked her shoulder under his arm.
Tom smiled slightly, his oceanic blue gaze to glance over to her. He decided to keep quiet, she looked only a tad bit troubled with her self, the actor didn’t want to interrupt. Movie over, he sighed again, looking down to Summer once more. “Is thine sweet lady asleep?” He whispered with a small smile.
“No, just … sad. Poor Henry. And poor Hal.” Summer blinked a little, and a tear slid down her cheek. “The emotions fair leap off the screen, don’t they, Tom?” She looked up at him, meeting those eyes, and felt her heart skip a beat.
Deliberately tormenting herself, she leaned over and buried her face in his shoulder. “I meant, the movie. But sure, we can talk about other things. Not gonna lie, Tom … ” she pushed herself away and blew out a breath. “I haven’t had a guy in my home for … months. And that /scene/ is giving me bad thoughts.”
Tom blinked, looking back at the screen. “Ah, I’m sorry..I should have picked another..” He said, walking of to a different subject. He patted her gently, giving a small reassuring smile.
“I picked it, remember? Good lord, you just apologise for everything. Don’t be sorry for being attractive, Tom, okay?” Summer tried to ignore the touch.
The actor withdrew his hand from her, nodding. He caught himself from apologizing again, smiling a bit about it. “Ahm..alright..” He replied with a breath, glancing to the TV again just to see where they were up to.
Summer wasn’t even paying attention any more, too busy fighting with herself. She bit at a fingernail, arms folded in, and watched Tom out of the corner of her eye. There he went again, reeling the lines off from memory along with the movie. Was it worth resisting?
Carpe diem, right?
Trying not to hold her breath, or be too obvious about the butterflies dancing irish jigs in her bloodstream, she slid a little closer and tucked her shoulder under his arm.
Summer’s shoulders slumped. What on earth was she doing? A man like this, easily let into her home; she knew perfectly well what it was going to do to her.
Running her fingers back through her hair, she slumped down into the pillows again, trying not to let the old familiar pain and self-doubt show on her face. “Tell me again, what’s going on here?”
Tom’s look of concern had gotten to him, looking over to Summer with sorry eyes. Although he knew himself to be elsewhere at the moment, not even bothering to check his phone for anything, from anybody of that matter. He enjoyed company, not the ones he had come to see every time he left a public place. “What? What do you believe to be happening?” He returned the question, a bit confused by it.
Deliberately tormenting herself, she leaned over and buried her face in his shoulder. “I meant, the movie. But sure, we can talk about other things. Not gonna lie, Tom … ” she pushed herself away and blew out a breath. “I haven’t had a guy in my home for … months. And that /scene/ is giving me bad thoughts.”
Tom blinked, looking back at the screen. “Ah, I’m sorry..I should have picked another..” He said, walking of to a different subject. He patted her gently, giving a small reassuring smile.
“I picked it, remember? Good lord, you just apologise for everything. Don’t be sorry for being attractive, Tom, okay?” Summer tried to ignore the touch.
Summer’s shoulders slumped. What on earth was she doing? A man like this, easily let into her home; she knew perfectly well what it was going to do to her.
Running her fingers back through her hair, she slumped down into the pillows again, trying not to let the old familiar pain and self-doubt show on her face. “Tell me again, what’s going on here?”
Tom’s look of concern had gotten to him, looking over to Summer with sorry eyes. Although he knew himself to be elsewhere at the moment, not even bothering to check his phone for anything, from anybody of that matter. He enjoyed company, not the ones he had come to see every time he left a public place. “What? What do you believe to be happening?” He returned the question, a bit confused by it.
Deliberately tormenting herself, she leaned over and buried her face in his shoulder. “I meant, the movie. But sure, we can talk about other things. Not gonna lie, Tom … ” she pushed herself away and blew out a breath. “I haven’t had a guy in my home for … months. And that /scene/ is giving me bad thoughts.”
Her answering laugh was breathless and choked. “Just give me a minute. I’d forgot there was that scene in there.” She laid her face against the wall. “Sorry, sorry. I just … sorry.”
[okay! thank you!]
Tom looked to the screen, smiling a bit more. “Ah, no no, my apologies!” He excused himself, moving back to where he sat down. Being back down next to the pile of pillows, he looked back at Summer to see if she was still there, and back to the screen where he still looked to word every single line there was from memory.
Summer’s shoulders slumped. What on earth was she doing? A man like this, easily let into her home; she knew perfectly well what it was going to do to her.
Running her fingers back through her hair, she slumped down into the pillows again, trying not to let the old familiar pain and self-doubt show on her face. “Tell me again, what’s going on here?”
[be sure and tell me if I do something you-as-mun don’t want, okay. the muse is being willful.]
“Oh, now, /that’s/ a — ” Summer cut herself off, staring at the screen, then swallowed hard. She picked back up in a whisper. “Gods all bless, Tom. You’ve /really/ got to stop selling yourself short.” She looked at him, face a bit flushed. “Excuse me, I — ” She scrambled up from the pillows, avoiding his eyes after that one glance.
[awkward!Tom is up to most anything! although no nsfw though :/ sorry..ehe.]
Tom tilted his head, turning to her with a slightly confused look. “Are you alright, Summer?” He asked with a concerned voice, getting up but not stepping close. He wondered the matter, although he kept his distance if he was denied it.
[just say where to stop!]
Her answering laugh was breathless and choked. “Just give me a minute. I’d forgot there was that scene in there.” She laid her face against the wall. “Sorry, sorry. I just … sorry.”
It only took a short time for the flow of the language to pull Summer in, and she sat forward, hands clasped, smiling and laughing. “Darlin’, if you are not yet famous, you’ll be so very soon. This is amazing,” she told Tom, while the play-within-a-play passed onscreen.
Tom grinned, shaking his head, “Not many people come to watch Shakespeare, I can see, but thank you! I really don’t deserve half as much attention that I’m blessed with..”
[be sure and tell me if I do something you-as-mun don’t want, okay. the muse is being willful.]
“Oh, now, /that’s/ a — ” Summer cut herself off, staring at the screen, then swallowed hard. She picked back up in a whisper. “Gods all bless, Tom. You’ve /really/ got to stop selling yourself short.” She looked at him, face a bit flushed. “Excuse me, I — ” She scrambled up from the pillows, avoiding his eyes after that one glance.