2 Meet and Greet: Ben's Hotel Suite (A Benedict Cumberbatch Real Person Fanfic)

Once I got back to the hotel and my room, I threw myself on the bed and cried until I had nothing left inside. What in the hell was I going to do? How was I going to tell my Mother? She would be devastated. Just when it seemed like I was getting my life together, I get this bomb dropped on me. I finally had a good job in graphic design that allowed me to still have time to pursue my own art projects on the side. I'd even sold a few paintings to private collectors. I'd been off the opiates for a year now and was finally in a position to regain custody of my son; even if it was joint custody.

            The first person I called, after the crying jag subsided, was my roommate back home. Brad deserved to know what was going on since he'd been so generous to me. He was only one of my so called friends who took me in when my life fell apart. I helped pay the bills, provided for myself and did all of the cleaning. Since I worked from home most days of the week, I thought it was only fair I did that since he worked ten hours a day most days. He wasn't my boyfriend; we didn't have that kind of a relationship, though I knew he wanted us to. I didn't want to ever get involved with another man that way. Sex was one thing, but I'd keep my heart to myself. I knew it was his day off from work, but I still called his cell phone. He was surprised and sounded upset when I told him. He asked if I would be returning early. I told him I felt there was no reason to since there was nothing I could do there; the doctor would call me when he got an appointment, but he didn't think it'd be any earlier than next week. I kept our conversation brief because I still had others to call.

            After I hung up, I sat and stared at my cell phone. I needed to tell my Mother. What in the hell was I going to say to her? Something like, "Happy Thursday Mom! By the way, the neurologist called to tell me I have a brain tumor." Um yeah, not happening.     

          The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to tell her in person. She lived in New Mexico and I lived in Florida. Of course, right now I was in Colorado. I looked it up on the map feature on my phone and saw that it was a roughly seven hour drive to my Mom's house in Albuquerque. I made up my mind that on Sunday morning when Kathy went back home I was going to rent a car and drive to Albuquerque to tell my mother in person.

            I found the nearest car rental place and made a reservation for Sunday morning. I was told all they had available were SUVs. I said that would be fine and gave them my information so they would hold one for me. After I got off the phone with them, I saw that it wasn't quite three o'clock yet. I had nothing to do for a few hours so I went to take a shower than decided to nap. I felt so drained from all the emotional turmoil of the day. I placed my phone on the table next to my head and turned up the volume so it would wake me if it rang.

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            It was a quarter after five when the ringing woke up me. I didn't recognize the number but the realization dawned in my foggy, half-asleep mind that Ben didn't give me his number. I answered it to discover it was Ben.

            After he said hello in response to my sleepy greeting, he went on, "I'm sorry to wake you Darling, but I thought you might want time to get ready for our dinner date. Is your friend back yet?"

            "No, it's just me here. Thanks for waking me; I wouldn't want to look like a zombie when I see you. You've already had to deal with a nose bleed, I don't think you're ready for my 'just woke up' look."

            He chuckled sexily. Was everything that man did sexy? "I'm sure you're beautiful first thing in the morning; especially after a night of passionate lovemaking."

            Oh for the love of Loki! Did he really just say that? Was he really flirting with me? I actually felt myself blush, but I boldly replied, "There's only one way for you to find out."

            He let out another low sexy laugh and replied, "I intend to find out Darling. Now go get ready, I'll be there in about thirty minutes. Wear something pretty for me."

            "I don't really wear dresses Ben; I'm not a girly girl."

            "You don't have to wear a dress to be pretty Darling. I was thinking something low cut in a flattering color."

            "Oh, well, that I definitely have."

            We then said our good-byes and hung up. I saved his number in my phone and labeled it Ben. I went to my suitcase and began looking through my clothes; I didn't bring much since it was just for the weekend with a lot of walking. I had impulsively brought along a pair of black heels though I didn't think I'd wear them; I guess I was mistaken. I pulled out inky black jeans and a dark fuchsia colored three-quarter sleeve blouse that had a faux wrap front resulting in a plunging neckline. I also pulled out my black lace push-up bra and matching bikini panties to wear under it. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth before getting dressed. A powder mineral foundation and pink mineral lipstick was as much makeup as I ever wore, so I applied them. I then stood there debating about how to wear my long curly auburn hair; up would make my neck sexy and inviting, but I looked better with it down. I decided to keep it down while pulling back the sides to clip together with a large gold barrette in the back of my head. I was ready to go in less than thirty minutes. I nervously waited nearly ten minutes for him to arrive at my door.

            He greeted me with an enormous smile when I opened the door and he quickly took in the full view of my body. "You look even more beautiful than you did this morning," he said as he leaned in to kiss my forehead.

            I blushed and thanked him as I closed the door behind me. He took my hand and escorted me to the elevators and down to the lobby where the restaurant was located. It wasn't crowded so we were seated immediately. He started asking me all sorts of questions after we placed our orders; he said he really wanted to get to know me. He was surprised to learn that I had a six year old son.

            "He lives with his father for right now."

            "Oh, I see; nasty divorce?"

            "No, we were never married. He's in the Marine Corps and we met through mutual friends. We dated for over a year and had a child. He wasn't really involved in his son's life until two years ago when he sued me for custody because I was addicted to prescription painkillers and had lost my job. He had abandoned us shortly after the child was born and had not even bothered to keep in touch. I have no idea how he found out what happened; it had to have been friends. My son was the best thing that came of that relationship."

            "Can you have more children? I guess it's more appropriate to ask: do you want any more children?"

            I smiled. "Well I always wanted a little girl, but the only men I'd dated since my son was born turned out to be jerks who only wanted me for sex. Of course, it wouldn't be practical for me to have children right now since I'm going to have to go through some kind of cancer treatments and I don't know how long that will last or how my body will respond to it. I have to admit though, I still have that baby longing feeling every time I see someone with a baby girl. I really love babies and it makes me a little sad when they grow up. It is interesting to watch your child grow up and develop into their own person; it's just a shame that it seems to happen so fast. They really are little for just a short time, even if it is hard to realize that sometimes because you're sleep deprived. Motherhood is the hardest job I've ever had, but it's also the most rewarding in ways I never imagined."

            "That is the most beautiful thing I've ever heard a woman say."

            Our food arrived at that moment so I didn't reply, but he could probably see I was blushing. Once the waiter left, he said, "I'm being completely honest, that was really beautiful. I've wanted children for years, but I've never had much luck in the romance department. I had an on and off relationship with one woman for several years, but she didn't want to get married and have a family. I finally moved on because I realized our relationship wasn't what I truly wanted in life. Now I'm single and nearly forty and wonder what on Earth is wrong with me. Don't get me wrong, plenty of women find me sexually appealing apparently, but that's all I am to them; none of them want a real relationship. They see me and they have all these preconceived ideas of who I am based on the characters I play. I guess once they spend time with me, they don't like who I really am."

            "That's actually a bit sad; that people treat you that way. I look into your eyes and I want to know the man that's in there. Acting is something you do; it's not the man you are."

            He gazed at me intently for a few minutes before reaching across the small table to caress my left cheek with his hand. I felt a very gentle pulling sensation so I moved closer to him while he leaned across the table and kissed me softly on the lips.

"Thank you for that," he said afterward. "I hope you really like the man you get to know."

            He then sat back and we continued eating, talking about less personal things. Once we finished, we had to wait a while for the waiter to bring our check because business had picked up. I suddenly felt his hand slide between my thighs and stroke my left inner thigh. I gasped slightly and stared at him in surprise. 

"Please come with me to my room," he said softly as he leaned closer to me.

            I felt his hand move higher until his fingertips brushed against my crotch. I managed to squeak out an OK around the lump that had formed in my throat. He paid the bill and took my hand to lead me out of the restaurant and to the elevators. We ended up being alone in the elevator so he pinned me against the wall and kissed me passionately. I responded to his fervor as I wrapped my arms around his neck and curled my fingers up into his hair. He didn't stop kissing me until the elevator stopped at his floor. He practically ran down the hall to his room and I did have to trot a bit to keep up with his long legs. As soon as we were in the room, he pinned me against the wall and began kissing me. He then suddenly picked me up so I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me to the bedroom of his suite and playfully dropped me onto the bed. I squealed with delight while he grabbed my feet and pulled off my heels. He then unfastened my jeans, pausing to ask if it was OK for him to take them off.

            "You can strip me naked and have your way with me," I replied.

            "O good, we have the same plans."

            He pulled them off and then grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it up. I sat up so he could remove it. He then began undressing himself as he said, "I'm definitely not disappointed in the view."

            As soon as he was naked, I exclaimed, "Neither am I!"

            He then yanked my panties off before he leaned over to kiss me again while he unhooked my bra. As soon as he'd flung it aside, he cupped both of my breasts in his hands and began kneading them slowly. His lips soon followed as he traced circles around my left nipple with his tongue before he drew it up between his lips to suck it. I started moaning as he slowly made his way to the other one to lick and suck on my nipple. After a long time spent playing with them, he slowly kissed his way down my abdomen and stopped at the beginning of my slit. He was already between my legs so he dropped to his knees on the floor and spread the folds of flesh apart before he shoved his tongue in between and licked me from bottom to top like a lollipop. He repeated the action before he paused to tell me I tasted good. He then drew my clitoris slowly up between his lips and sucked it vigorously. I moaned even louder. He slid two fingers inside of my hole and began to slide them back and forth in a slow teasing manner while he continued to suck my clitoris.

            He stopped sucking and asked, "Can you take another one up there?"

            "Yes," I moaned out.

            I then felt him slip a third finger inside and turn them sideways while he massaged my clitoris with his thumb. He had his eyes on me, watching my reactions as he moved his fingers faster. My moaning grew even louder as I felt that sweet tension slowly building in my pelvis. After a few minutes, he withdrew his third finger as he turned them back palm up to plunge them even deeper inside of me so he could rub a spot that felt absolutely amazing. He went back to alternately sucking my clit and flicking it side to side with his tongue. I drew my legs up and put my feet on his shoulders as that sensation in my pelvis became more intense and my release was imminent.

            He suddenly began rubbing that sweet spot on my upper front wall rapidly while sucking hard on my clit. My climax peaked within seconds and I arched my back as I screamed his named while my pelvis erupted into intense spasms of ecstasy. I felt fluid squirt from my slit and I knew it had to have soaked his face. He slowly withdrew from me and helped me slide all the way up onto the bed as he said, "You made a terrible mess all over my face young lady."

            I grabbed him and said, "Let me clean it off for you."

            I began licking his cheeks and he moved to where he was laying on the bed next to me. I sat up and leaned over him so I could continue. I trailed my tongue all over his face before I kissed him fervidly. My own sweet juices were heavy on his lips and tongue as we kissed. I moved to straddle him and felt him push up so he was stroking me with his hard cock. I moaned and stopped kissing him to say, "You're huge Mr. Cumberbatch."

            "Indeed I am Baby. Can you take it up there?"

            "I sure can," I replied as I lowered myself onto him and felt him penetrate me.

            I kept moving until he was buried within me up to his hilt as I sat upright. I began to slowly ride him. He squeezed and massaged my ass as I rode him. He soon started rocking his hips and encouraging me to go faster. I picked up the pace a bit, but apparently not enough to satisfy him as he soon sat up and pulled me closer so he could fuck me harder and faster. I grabbed his shoulders and held on as he was moving fast and holding me in such a manner that I couldn't move my own hips much. He started groaning some so I could tell he was close. Minutes later he unloaded in me. I had another intense orgasm and nearly screamed again.

            He was breathing hard and I could feel his heart racing as he continued to hold me close. He soon released me and I moved to lie down on the bed with my head on the pillows. He soon moved to join me, pulling down the blankets and crawling under them. I shifted so I could pull down the blankets and get under them as well. I moved to lay my head on his chest and he put his arm around me. He laid there playing with my curly hair. When he had been exploring my lower regions, I had removed my barrette to be more comfortable so my curls were now free to fall in my face. He pulled a thick, long curl up to examine it closer briefly before letting it fall back down. "Are you naturally a redhead?" He suddenly asked.

            "Well, sort of. In my baby pictures my hair was more of a chestnut, which is a light brown with a lot of red in it. It went through phases of being darker than getting lighter in the summer when I was outside all the time. This particular shade of red does come from a bottle though. The curls however are completely natural, even though I use products to keep it from frizzing."

            "Why do you dye your hair?"

            "I have a lot of gray and it makes me look like I'm about forty-five instead of thirty-five. Between stress and genetics, my poor hair has suffered. At some point in my life though, my hair has been everything from strawberry blond to blue-black. I looked terrible as a blond!"

            He chuckled and said, "I couldn't picture you as a blond. Brunette to redhead looks right for you."

            I then shifted so I could kiss his lips. After he said, "I've been trying to figure it out since we met and I have to know: what color are your eyes exactly? They looked very green this morning and now they look like a pale blue."

            I laughed. "Technically they are both. I have heterochromia iridium. My eyes are blue and yellow. Light makes them look more blue and yellow than green."

            "Really? That's amazing! I have the same condition. Do your eyes seem to change according to what you're wearing as well as from the light?"

            "Yes they are very color reflective if I wear blue or green. I had on a green shirt this morning, remember?"

          "Oh that's right, you were wearing green."

            He was quiet after that and I began to doze off. The sex had been amazing and it felt so good to lay here in his arms, with my head on his firm chest. Suddenly he asked me, "What was the event you were supposed to go to with your friend this afternoon?"

            "We were going to meet Tom Hiddleston."

            He laughed and replied, "Well if you still want to meet him, I'll introduce you tomorrow. He's one of my close friends. Incidentally, would you like to spend the day with me?"

            "Tomorrow? Sure I'd love to."

            "I only have a couple of appearances scheduled and you can either be with me or hang out in the lounge. I'm totally free after that."

            "Sounds great," I replied as I yawned noisily.

            He kissed my forehead and told me to get some sleep. "I want more in the morning anyway so you should take the opportunity to recover."

            I didn't reply as I dozed off into a contented sleep.


Friday

1 Meet and Greet: The Meeting and the Diagnosis (A Benedict Cumberbatch Real Person Fanfic)

There we were in line at one of those silly sci-fi and comic book conventions, waiting to meet and have a picture taken with Benedict Cumberbatch. My friend Kathy was a much bigger fan of his than I was. Sure I'd seen him in Star Trek and Sherlock; he was OK, but my first pick was Tom Hiddleston. Incidentally the two actors are good friends. I was only here because she was my friend and really wanted to go and no one else could go with her. She didn't want to go alone, so that's how I got there. We'd been waiting in line for forty minutes and were finally only five away from the front and having our picture taken with him. We'd been talking the whole time because she was so excited that she was giggly like a teenage girl and couldn't contain her chatter. Her excitement was contagious, but I was growing tired. I'd had balloon sinus surgery just three days before and was still experiencing some side effects.

Finally she was number three and I was number four in line. That was when my nose chose to start bleeding. One of the lovely side effects I still had. While I was trying to squeeze my nostrils to stop the flow, I began digging through my pockets for the tissue I thought was in one of them. Shit! Where did it go? I asked Kathy if she had anything. She dug around in her purse quickly only to discover she apologetically did not. It turned into a real gusher; both nostrils. I now had blood running between my fingers and down the back of my hand. I had no choice but to get out of line and try to find someone who could help. I knew there had to be a first aid center around somewhere. It was also just my luck that as I stepped out of line to approach a security guard several feet away from Benedict, he happened to look up away from the camera. I was close enough to hear him gasp as he quickly came over to help me. I was almost to the security guard when he intervened with a handkerchief in his hand saying, "Here you are, Miss."

I stopped quickly and turned toward him. I gratefully took the handkerchief he offered me and put it over my bleeding nose. I wasn't fast enough to avoid him seeing the blood running out of my nose and over my lips. I could see a look of shock pass through his eyes as he asked, "What in the world happened to you?"

I managed to reply that I'd had sinus surgery a couple of days before and still had nose bleeds occasionally. He then put his arm around me and guided me over to a chair where I could sit down. He told me to stay right there, he was going to go take a few more pictures and then be back to check on me. I was flattered by his attention, but I tried to focus on getting my nose to stop bleeding.

He came back in less than ten minutes. My nose still hadn't quit bleeding. He took the cloth from my face and wiped the blood off while he examined it carefully. "Oh my! I think you're going to need a professional to take a look at that. It really should have stopped by now. It's not as bad, but it clearly hasn't quit and this cloth is nearly soaked. Let's find someone to take you to first aid, sweetheart."

My friend Kathy then rushed over to us. The security guard moved to stop her when she called out, "She's my friend! We're together and I need to see if she's OK!"

Benedict turned to her and the guard and said, "It's OK, let her through."

Kathy rushed up to me and asked if I was all right. I replied, "My nose won't stop bleeding this time."

Benedict got up and told the security guard what was going on and he radioed the first aid center to have someone come over and check me. He came back to us and kneeled down in front of me to say, "Someone will be here soon to help you. I just realized I forgot to ask your name Darling."

I looked into his beautiful blue-gold eyes and replied, "Annie. My name is Annie."

He smiled. Oh dear god in heaven! He had a beautiful smile! "A nickname for Anne?" he asked.

"No, it's literally Annie. I was named after my paternal great-grandmother who died of cancer when my grandfather was just a little boy."

"Oh, OK. Well, Annie, I'm Benedict Cumberbatch, but you probably already knew that. Please feel free to call me Ben; most people do."

One of the first aid staff, who happened to be a paramedic, had arrived. Ben moved out of the way and I could hear him chatting with Kathy who introduced herself. The paramedic decided to take me over to the first aid center. Ben said to stay there for another half hour and he'd come check on me when he was done. I walked with the paramedic and Kathy to the first aid center; I was feeling a little dizzy and definitely wanted to lie down and rest. When we got there, I was directed to a cot to lie down while he got an ice pack to place on the bridge of my nose. Kathy sat on a chair next to me and chattered the whole time. I really adored her, but her excited chatter could get annoying. At least it kept me awake and distracted from the monster headache I was getting.

Ben came to the first aid center to check on me like he had said he would. My nose had finally quit bleeding and I'd been able to get cleaned up. He was relieved to see I was ok. He gave me another one of his megawatt smiles and said, "You're far more beautiful without blood running down your face."

I laughed and said, "I imagine that will ruin anyone's looks."

"I have a couple of hours to kill before an interview. Would you ladies like to come back to the lounge with me and maybe get something to eat?"

Kathy stifled a squeal, but still made a slight squeaking sound and quickly agreed. I agreed as well. He took my hand to lead the way. Once we got outside the first aid center, we were joined by a small group of security guards to escort us to our destination. He drew me closer to him as we had to walk through a throng of fans; he even took Kathy's hand and pulled her closer as well. We finally arrived at the door to take us into the heart of building and away from the loud convention and throngs of fans. He released Kathy's hand, but kept holding mine and stayed close to me. We finally arrived at the lounge area where trays of sandwiches, mixed salad, fruit and raw veggies were just being placed on a table. Ben and Kathy helped themselves to the food, but I just took a bottle of water. I explained that such a severe nose bleed had left me feeling a bit nauseous with no appetite.

While they ate, Ben asked me about the sinus surgery I had. "I don't know if that's a good topic of conversation while you're eating," I replied.

"You don't have to go into gory detail; just give me the general idea."

I explained that I'd had sinus problems for years and it got so bad that I was having a lot of sinus and ear infections as well as nasty headaches. Then I described the balloon sinus procedure that opened my sinuses the way they're supposed to be in as general terms as I could manage.

"You managed to explain it effectively without grossing me out. Did it solve all of your problems?"

"It's hard to tell at this point. All of the pain and pressure I'd had for years is gone now and I can breathe better. I've been told I stopped snoring too. Unfortunately it did nothing to rid me of the headaches so I'm seeing a neurologist about that. I had an MRI yesterday, before I left and am still waiting for the results."

We then went on to different topics and talked for quite a while. I finally ate a sandwich and some fruit. Our conversation was interrupted when my phone started ringing. I picked it up and looked at the caller ID. It was my neurologist's office. "I have to take this call, please excuse me," I said as I answered the phone.

There was a door on the far side of the room marked "restroom" so I went in there so I wouldn't disturb anyone. I could faintly here them talking while I talked to my doctor who had called me personally to give me the results of my MRI. He didn't want to tell me on the phone; he wanted me to come into the office the next day. I told him that would be difficult since I was in another state right now. He reluctantly gave me the bad news over the phone after I insisted he just tell me. It was a brain tumor and judging by my blood work, malignant. I had cancer in my brain.

I walked slowly back into the room and sat on the sofa next to Ben. He immediately took my hand and turned my face gently toward him, "Annie, are you all right? Who was that on the phone?"

I was fighting not to cry and finally stammered out, "It...Was my doctor...the neurologist. He called about my MRI results..."

"That is not the face of someone who received good news. What did he say?"

I took a few deep breaths. I was trying not to cry or scream. I felt a mad rush of panic threatening to bubble to the surface. I turned away from him, but let him continue to hold my hand. 

"How am I ever going to tell my Mother? She's...she's not going to take this well."

"Tell her what, sweetheart?" Ben asked softly.

I turned to him with the tears that had been threatening to emerge finally spilling over my lower eyelids. I could feel my bottom lip trembling and I knew my voice would do the same, but I managed to say, "It's a tumor. I have brain cancer."

His eyes registered shock and I couldn't hold back the tears anymore and began to sob. He pulled me into his embrace and let me cry on his shoulder. He stroked my back while I cried and held me tight. After a while, the tears subsided and he ventured to ask what the doctor planned to do about it. I said he was referring me to a neurosurgeon who frequently removed brain tumors. Someone then appeared in the room and told Ben he had fifteen minutes before his interview. He thanked them and then asked us what hotel we were staying at. I told him and he replied, "What a coincidence, so am I. How did you ladies get here?"

"We took a taxi because she flew in while I took a bus and neither of us knows our way around," Kathy volunteered.

"I'm going to send for a car to take you ladies back to your hotel and I'll see you this evening when I'm done."

Kathy looked embarrassed because she had tickets to an event she really wanted to attend that started in less than half an hour. I spoke up and told her to go on it, I'd be fine alone. I really wanted to go back to the hotel and figure out what I needed to do. She looked very unsure and concerned about me, but I insisted she go back and enjoy the rest of the convention. I'd never be able to live with myself if I ruined this event for both of us. I was kicking myself for saying anything at all, but it was such a shock that I couldn't hide it very well.

"Are you sure you'll be OK alone?" she asked.

"I'll be fine. I would actually like some time to be alone so I can process this...diagnosis. Please go and have fun; I feel bad enough about getting this news now when were supposed to have a fun weekend. I'll get this sorted out and we'll still have fun tomorrow and Sunday."

She looked a bit skeptical, but I insisted that she go on and enjoy herself. She gave me a hug and got up to leave. There was a security guard waiting outside the door who gave her directions to the nearest exit into the main part of the convention center.

Ben asked me if I was sure I would be OK alone for a few hours. I told him I felt like I needed to be for a bit. "Well...all right, but I want to have dinner with you. Do you think your friend will be mad if it's just you and I?"

"I'm not expecting her to be back until late. She has other events after that she wanted to attend. She is more into being here than I am. I just came along to be a supportive friend."

"In that case, I'll see you around six for dinner. I don't know the area so we'll probably just eat at the restaurant in the hotel, if that's all right with you."

"Yes that will be fine," I replied.

He took out his phone and asked me for my number. He programmed it in and said he'd call or text me before he came to my room that evening to get me. He then kissed me on the forehead and went to the security guard, just outside the door, who summoned his assistant. They both told me to follow them out. I went with his assistant who was calling a car to take me to the hotel, while Ben turned the opposite direction to go to his interview.


Ben's Hotel Suite

Doctor and Patient Confidentiality

            I was having pains in my lower abdomen on the right side again. I tried all day long to ignore it while I took ibuprofen to try to relieve it. I assumed it was just another ovarian cyst. I'd had them many times in the last fifteen years so one would think I'd be used to it. By midnight the pain was nearly unbearable and I couldn't sleep. I decided to go the emergency room since it was Friday night and my doctor couldn't be reached until Monday morning.

                It wasn't busy at all when I arrived so I was triaged immediately. I wasn't considered a true emergency, so I was put with the mild cases to be seen by the physician's assistant. I was taken to the exam room immediately, but waited ten minutes to be seen by a nurse. She asked a bunch of questions, entered the information in the computer, handed me a hospital gown while telling me to take off everything before I put it on and then left. I immediately stripped quickly and put on the backless gown, struggling to tie it behind me, but finally succeeding. The nurse was gone for quite a while. I finally scooted back on the Gatch bed and lay down, resting my head on the pillow so I would be more comfortable while I waited. I eventually closed my eyes as I was growing tired.

                At last, the door opened; I wearily opened my eyes as a young man I would estimate to be about thirty entered the room. He introduced himself while offering his hand, "I'm Patrick, one of the PA's here in the ER."

                I sat up and shook his extended hand while I replied, "I'm Regina."

                "Why hello Regina mea, what could possibly be troubling such a beautiful young woman that would force you to the ER in the middle of the night?" He graced me with a brilliant megawatt smile that lit up his entire face and showed small dimples in each cheek.

                I smiled and tried to suppress a giggle; I could still feel myself blush at his compliment. It had been a long time since any man had called me a young woman, much less a beautiful one. I was thirty-five and didn't look much younger. I was still single and childless. I wanted a man who could stand to be with me for longer than a few months and was great in bed. I often found men who were good at one, but not the other. I know I'm stubborn and extremely picky about most things, but I had reasons for being the way I am and had no desire to change just to please others. Besides, doing just that had nearly ruined my life.

                I began to describe the pain in my side and my history of ovarian difficulties. I know I must have been stammering like I had a bad speech impediment; he was so gorgeous he made me nervous. He had short dark hair the color of strong espresso and dark chocolate mesmerizing eyes. I could tell, even with the loose scrubs he wore, that he had a muscular physique.

                He finally told me he'd have to examine me, possibly doing a pelvic exam as well. He then excused himself and left the room for a few minutes. While he was gone, I laid back down on the Gatch bed since I had no idea how long he'd be gone. He returned in less than five minutes with a disposable plastic speculum in a sealed bag. "I went to find a nurse to assist me, but they are all apparently busy or on lunch break right now. Would it be all right with you if I examine you without a nurse present? If it makes you uncomfortable, we can wait until a female nurse is available."

                "It doesn't bother me. I would rather just get this over with; I'm getting tired. I've had a long, busy day."

                "Of course you have, love," he replied as he turned to lock the door.

                He turned around and approached the right side of the Gatch bed, reached over me and untied the gown on my left side. I had to raise my hips off the bed so he could move the gown out of the way. He raised it up above my waist and slid his fingers down slowly to the area that was hurting. He pressed around the area gently, asking where it hurt the most. I had to confess to him that it wasn't hurting much now.

                "That happens sometimes with ovarian cysts. You probably had one rupture."

                "I'm so sorry, I feel like I wasted your time," I apologized.

                "My time is never wasted in the company of a beautiful woman," he replied.

                I noticed his fingers were lightly tracing my abdomen in slow circles, moving closer to my bare mons veneris. "You have remarkably soft, smooth skin," he stated in a soft, nearly dreamy sounding voice.

                 I didn't reply as I lay there quietly and watched his long, graceful fingers move lightly over my skin.

                 He finally dared to meet my eyes as his fingers moved slowly over the slit that divided the lower portion of my mons. I was surprised that he was touching me in such a manner; I was even more surprised at how much I wanted him to. My response was to spread my legs. He slid his fingers slowly between my folds of flesh and over my clitoris which he teased gently with his fingertips. I couldn't restrain the soft moan that escaped my lips. As soon as my lips parted, he leaned over to kiss them hotly. I responded to his fervor by pulling him closer as I curled my fingers up into his short hair at the back of his head.

                He soon slid his fingers out of my growing wetness to reach behind my neck and untie the last set of strings on the gown. He then pulled away from me to peel the gown from my arms and toss it to the floor. "I had no idea you were hiding those under there," he commented about my breasts while he climbed up into the Gatch bed with me, straddling my left leg. He stripped his scrub top off before leaning over to fondle my left breast all over with his lips and tongue. I had only been afforded a brief glimpse of his torso before he moved over me, but I loved what I'd seen. He had well defined pectorals and tight six-pack abs.  I watched the way the muscles in his arms bulged out some as he supported his weight.

                I was soon lost in the ecstasy of being fondled by him. When he moved onto my right breast, he began to rhythmically massage the left one, pausing occasionally to pinch and twirl my nipple. How did he know I loved it when men did that to me? He gradually kissed and licked his way down to my pelvis where I spread my legs even further apart, inviting him to pleasure me. His tongue snaked a trail over my clitoris, down to my hole and back up before he began to suck gingerly on my firm clitoris. I was biting my bottom lip to attempt to hold back the moans of gratification his act was eliciting.

                I have no idea how long he pleasured me in that manner before that delightful tension began to quickly build within my pelvis. I gripped the side rails of the bed as I arched my back slightly, preparing for the inevitable rapturous release I knew was imminent. He suddenly thrust two fingers within my dripping hole and began to stroke me rapidly in a come-hither motion. In seconds he set off that tide of ecstasy that washed over me like a thundering tsunami. I couldn't help the loud moans of satisfaction that burst forth with it. He pulled away from me, kicked off his sneakers, yanked off his scrub pants and practically jumped back onto the Gatch bed where he rushed up my body, between my legs and speared me with his rock hard shaft of delight. I nearly screamed at his sudden and forceful entrance. He hastened to muffle the sound with his own mouth as he kissed me passionately. He wasted no time thrusting into me furiously, making me come repeatedly. It didn't take long for him to reach his own gratification which he expressed with a groan as I felt his body quiver.

                His movements slowly came to a stop. I felt him pull out of me as he continued to lay over me momentarily while he caught his breath. He soon moved off of me to lie on his side. I rolled over onto my side, facing him. He kissed my forehead tenderly. "Thank you Regina mea. I really needed that sweet release. It's been a stressful shift and I still have a couple of hours left to go. It will be much more pleasant now."

                I kissed his lips gently. He then got up, retrieved his clothes and dressed hurriedly. "You can get dressed now. I'll go get your paperwork so you can go home."

                I continued to lie there, gazing contentedly at him. "Are you all right Regina mea?" He asked.

                "Oh I'm fine doctor. I must say, that was the best pelvic exam of my life."

                He chuckled as he unlocked and opened the door, leaving the room. I rolled onto my back and gazed up at the ceiling for a moment. I sighed contentedly and closed my eyes, enjoying the vivid images of making love to the gorgeous physician's assistant named Patrick. I took a few deep breaths as I felt my body fully relax with pure satisfaction.

               

                Suddenly I became aware of someone shaking my arm roughly. I slowly opened my eyes, suddenly feeling very disoriented. I realized I was gazing into a woman's blue eyes. I looked down and saw I was dressed in my hospital gown. "I'm so sorry Ms. Martinson, we didn't mean to keep you waiting here for an hour, but an ambulance came in with car accident victims. I guess you fell asleep waiting."

                I recognized her as the triage nurse, Caroline. I sat up slowly and looked around the room. There was no trace of anyone else having been here and the sheet on the bed was barely disturbed. The door suddenly opened and a skinny brunette man with black framed glasses, wearing navy blue scrubs entered and introduced himself, apologizing for the delay. I had fallen asleep? Had it all been just a dream?

In Dreams He Came to Me (A Loki Fanfic)

It is a warm late summer night with a clear sky and bright, full moon. All of the bedroom windows, as well as the French doors to the second floor balcony, are wide open to allow the cool ocean breeze into the room. The only illumination inside came from the brilliance of the full moon. I find its eerie, white-blue glow soothes my troubled soul. The white, gauzy curtains at the French doors are only slightly parted so that they are constantly undulating in the breeze that blows through them.

I approach the doors and push aside the curtain so I can walk out onto the balcony. I walk up to the railing and prop my elbows on the top, leaning slightly on my arms as I gaze out at the breathtaking beauty of the moonlit ocean. I marvel at the way the light dances across the waves and sparkles like a million brilliant diamonds in the vast blackness of the Pacific ocean and the night sky. I inhale deeply of the briny ocean air. I absolutely adore that fragrance and never tire of it. I love living so close to the ocean. This house was the best gift he has given me. He knows of my passionate love of the sea.

"Good evening, Calista," I hear from behind me.

His resonating voice alone is enough to send a shiver down my spine. I slowly turn to my left as I hear his movement coming closer to me on that side. I greet him with my most radiant smile and exclaim, "You have returned to me!"

He responds with a smile of his own and replies, "Of course I have my Darling. You know I cannot stay away from you for long. You are far too precious to me."

I only have to cross a short distance to embrace him. He wraps his strong arms around my waist and pulls me close to his firm, muscular body. He is so tall that the top of my head doesn't even reach the middle of his chest. He is dressed in a merlot colored button down shirt, open at the neck as usual, and tight black leather pants. It is not surprising that he wears my two favorite colors. His wavy shoulder length auburn hair is loose and softly flowing over his chest. I turn to gaze up at him and it tickles my forehead. I love his beautiful sapphire blue eyes that now look at me with intense desire. I know exactly what he came here for and I have every intention of giving it to him. He is not alone in that desire; he is the best lover I have ever had so I enjoy it immensely and give it to him as often as he desires it.

He leans down and kisses my lips tenderly. I stand on tip-toe and put my arms around his neck, curling my fingers up into his hair at the back of his head. His kiss grows in intensity before he finally ends it. He still holds me close as he strokes my back slowly with his right hand. He says, "I love the gown you are wearing. It shows off your luscious figure so well."

I chuckle softly. "You picked it out."

My nightgown was white and made of thin silk that was nearly transparent. It hugs my full breasts and hips snugly.

"Oh I did? Well, I have excellent taste."

"Yes, it was a few weeks ago. I was browsing a lingerie website, you leaned over my shoulder and said, 'I like the white one' so I ended up ordering it. I have to confess, it's the first time I've worn it for you."

"That explains why I do not remember it. You should wear it more often. You look beautiful."

He kisses my lips again. As soon as it ends, he scoops me up in his arms with the greatest of ease and carries me through the gauzy curtains into my bedroom. He places me gently upon my bed then proceeds to slowly unbutton and remove his shirt. He then removes his pants with the same leisurely manner I find so erotic. He wears nothing beneath his pants so he now stands before me in all of his naked glory. I admire his broad shoulders, well formed pectorals and tight abdomen that have only a hint of the proverbial "six-pack." His physique was of the compact muscular style as opposed to the excessive bulk of a body-builder. I admire the way the moonlight glistens on his fair, hairless skin as he climbs onto the bed, on his knees, leans over and begins kissing my lips again.

Eventually his lips wander down onto my collarbone as he grabs the thin straps of my gown and slides them down my arms. I pull them out as he peels the silk off my breasts. His lips then find their way to my left nipple which he encircles repeatedly with his tongue before drawing it up between his lips to suck it gently. He spends several minutes fondling it with his tongue before he slowly kisses and licks his way to the right one where he repeats the same treatment. I begin to softly moan. He grabs my left nipple with his thumb and forefinger, squeezes it and rolls it around between his fingers. I moan louder. Once he tires of fondling my breasts, he kisses his way down to my abdomen, sliding my nightgown down my body as he goes. I manage to wiggle my way out of it and he tosses it aside. He pulls my legs apart and climbs between them, returning to kissing my lower abdomen. His lips trail all along my inner thighs, on both sides before he ventures to slip his tongue between the folds of my flesh at my apex to tickle that little nub that gives me such intense pleasure. He slides his tongue up and down over it, circles it around many times and then draws it up between his lips to suck it hard. I moan the loudest I have since he began. He takes that as encouragement and slides two fingers inside of my dripping wet hole to stroke the top wall with a come-hither motion.

I could feel that delicious tension building in my pelvis as he continues to rub and suck on my clitoris. He can sense when the tension is building so he begins to stroke faster and suck harder. I grip my wine red satin sheets with my hands and arch my back in my pleasure. He pauses in sucking on me to say in his deep, sexy, growling voice, "Come for me, Baby. Come and scream my name."

He returns to sucking my clit and stroking me faster as I come even closer to that sweet precipice that I long to tumble over. I know the sweet ecstasy of the love of a god that awaits me. I pull my legs up and spread my knees further apart and within seconds my body erupts like an explosion from within. My pelvis bucks up into his face as I scream, "LOKI!" repeatedly while I ride out the wave of sheer ecstasy.

He moves up my body quickly and slides his enormous cock into my tight, soaked hole. He begins thrusting slowly, teasing out my pleasure that simply does not want to fade away. He gradually picks up the pace and intensifies my gratification. I try to swallow back my moans as I feel another sizable orgasm building within my pelvis. "Oh no, I want you to say my name. Do not hold back!"

I softly moan out his name like a sigh. He thrusts faster and growls, "That is not what I meant and you know it. Now, say my name!"

"Loki!" I moan out louder.

He raises the upper half of his body up and grabs the metal crossbar of my brass headboard, pushing his hard cock even deeper within me and thrusts so fiercely that I can't help the screams that escape my throat. "Say my name," he growls a third time.

My body once again erupts into a series of intense orgasms and I scream, "OH MY GOD, LOKI!!"

He has an intense orgasm at the same time and I can feel his entire body tremble as he cries out his own satisfaction. He rolls off of me moments later and lies next to me on the bed, heavily panting. I roll onto my side and put my head on his chest. Finally he says, "Yes, I am your god and do not ever forget it."

I giggle and kiss his chest. He strokes my auburn curls slowly. Once my breathing is more normal, I ask, "Loki, why do you have auburn colored hair when you come to me? Everyone else says you have dark hair."

He chuckles softly. "Darling, I look the way you want me to. You like redheads, so that is how I look to you. Everything about my appearance is as you desire it to be."

"I was unaware you could do that."

"I am a god Darling, of course I can. Speaking of things I can do, congratulations on your daughter."

I gasp. "On my what?"

"You are pregnant my love. I just got you pregnant with that daughter you have desired for years now."

"Can you really do that?"

He chuckles again. "I just did."

"I'm not supposed to have more children. The doctor said it isn't safe. Are we going to be all right?"

"Darling, I would not have given you a baby if I did not have a way to protect both of you. Everything will be fine, but this is the last child you will be able to have. She will be healthy and beautiful, just like her Mother."

"Thank you my dearest one. I will raise her well and cherish her always."

"I know you will Darling. You are a wonderful Mother and anyone who says otherwise is a complete imbecile. Now, go on to sleep and rest your troubled mind. I will protect you always and our little angel too."

At his words, I feel myself grow so sleepy that I can't keep my eyes open. I drift off in his loving arms to the sound of his heartbeat.

Four Score

My best friend Amelia and I had made it to Shreveport Louisiana for my birthday. We were waiting in line outside of the movie studio with a couple dozen other women to get Tom Hiddleston's autograph and a photo with him. We knew he would be out soon since security had us all get in line; we were near the end so that we would hopefully get more time with Tom since he'd be nearly done. Even though it was my birthday and I wanted to be here, I was growing tired and rather bored. I looked around and realized we were easily the oldest two here; I was definitely the oldest. Hell I was older than Tom! I looked at Amelia, my younger, beautiful, best friend in the entire world. She had beautiful red-brown straight hair that came down just below her chin in a very stylish bob and brown eyes that were closer to the color of amber. She had a full voluptuous figure that I loved to admire. She was currently dressed in tight blue jeans and a cream colored low cut sweater as it was a bit chilly outside; it was early November after all. Her outfit accented her beautiful body perfectly. She also had full, sexy lips that a person would have to be crazy to not want to kiss. She was more to me than just a friend; I was in love and there was nothing I wanted more than to make her happy. That was the main reason I agreed to do this. I was getting impatient though; I sighed heavily and said, "Are you sure about this Mia? There's so many other women here...we don't have a chance!"

"Yes I'm sure. You're the most powerful witch in the known world. The rest of us had to learn the craft; you were born this way. We have the best chance of anyone! Look over there, I think that's Tom and he's coming this way."

I looked in the direction she was pointing and I definitely saw a tall man walking in our general direction, but he was still too far away for me to make out any details of his features. The girls in the front of the line, who were closer, began chattering excitedly. He soon disappeared from my view, but the noise in the front got louder so I assumed he had arrived. The line began to crawl forward. It seemed to be taking forever, but the line was finally dwindling and we were getting closer to the front and the awaited prized autograph and photo. I secretly hoped I had as much faith as Mia that I could get his attention and I really was as powerful as she believed me to be.

At long last we were face to face with that handsome British man. I handed him a burgundy leather bound edition of the Sonnets of Shakespeare to autograph. He ran his fingers slowly over the gold embossed letters on the cover and said, "This is beautiful. Where did you get it?"

He looked up into my eyes and I met his divine blue eyes with my own piercing emerald-eyed gaze. I silently willed everything in me for him to want to be with us. I felt the heat and vibrations rush through my body like it always did when I released the energy that way. I could see the look in his eyes change slightly, his pupils suddenly dilated slightly and he graced me with an enormous smile. I knew I'd succeeded, but how well remained to be seen. I smiled my sexiest smile and replied, "It was a birthday present that I just got today, so I haven't even had a chance to read it yet. I'm familiar with them of course, it's just been a while since I've read them."

"Oh, today is your birthday?"

"Yes, it is. My friend and I came here to see you before we go to New Orleans for the weekend."

"Oh...well, I've heard that's a great place to spend a birthday. So, who do I make this autograph out to?"

"Noelani. My name is Noelani," I replied as I watched him open the book to a blank page opposite the title page.

He decided against using the Sharpie in his hand, instead exchanging it for the pen in his shirt pocket. As he filled in a message and signed it he said, "Noelani is a lovely name. I don't think I've ever heard it before."

"Thank you. It's Hawaiian and means heavenly beauty."

He finished signing the book, handed it back to me and said, "Why yes, indeed you are."

I felt myself blush deeply as I accepted the book and thanked him. I'd never thought of myself as a beauty, though Mia assured me constantly that I am. I had long jet black curly hair and deep green eyes. My complexion was slightly tanned, but severely freckled. It was an odd contrast with the darkness of the rest of my looks. I too had a full figure that Mia referred to as a perfect hour glass, though I was considerably taller than her. For some bizarre unknown reason, I'd suddenly began growing taller and was currently exactly six feet tall. I'd always felt rather plain and ordinary, but Mia swore I had a dark, mysterious, intense, magnetism that drew people in and made them want to know me better; either that or I scared the shit out of them. Mia then took charge as I stepped aside and had him autograph her book as she chattered on. I heard him ask her name and she replied with her full name, Amelia. He replied, "I'm pleased to meet you Princess," as he winked at her.

I smiled at the fact he made that reference; it was actually one of her favorite movies. He then asked if we wanted pictures, to which Mia enthusiastically agreed. She got out her smartphone and took a solo photo with Tom. He then motioned for me to join them. I hesitated briefly because I hated having my picture taken, but this was a once-in-a-lifetime type opportunity, so I swallowed my fear and moved in close to him for a picture. He took one of all three of us, then one with just me. When it was just he and I, he turned toward me and pulled me close to his body; I could feel his hand on the small of my back as he took the picture. Before I could pull away he whispered in my ear, "What are you ladies doing later?"

"We were supposed to leave for New Orleans," I whispered back.

"Can it wait until morning?"

I gazed into his beautiful blue eyes and found myself saying, "Yes, it can."

He then directed us where to wait for him as he finished with the last few autograph seekers in line. I told Mia what he had said to me and why were still standing there. She was so excited that she chattered away the whole time we waited. Once he finally finished, he walked over to us, put an arm around each of our waists and led us away.

"So where are you ladies staying?" He asked as we walked.

"We don't have a hotel room anymore. We checked out late this morning and came here; we were supposed to go right to New Orleans," I replied.

"Oh, so do you have a car?"

"It's a rental SUV."

"That'll work. Let's go find it and you can drive me back to my hotel. There's a great restaurant and bar in the lobby and I could use a meal and a stiff drink. How about you ladies?"

"Sounds like a great idea to me!" Mia agreed happily.

We made our way to the rental and while I drove, Mia climbed in the back with Tom. He told me what hotel he was staying at so I could enter it into the GPS system since I didn't know my way around the city. I then concentrated on following the directions and the traffic. I could hear the two of them talking and occasionally laughing, but I wasn't being included in the conversation so I tried not to eavesdrop. It suddenly grew quiet in the backseat, so I looked up in the rearview mirror to see them kissing. Tom was caressing her cheek and her hand was on his side. I looked back to the road quickly as a pang of jealousy shot through me. I didn't know who I was jealous of: her for kissing Tom or him for kissing my girlfriend. I tried not to let it bother me and to concentrate on the road. In a matter of minutes, I was pulling into the entrance to the hotel; I saw they offered valet parking so I opted to take advantage of it. I pulled up to the valet lane, got out and handed my key to the attendant as Tom and Mia emerged from the rear. He immediately put his arm around Mia's waist and headed off for the lobby entrance while I followed along behind feeling like a third wheel. It was clear she had staked her claim, so now I felt uncomfortable. I was walking so slowly that they got a good distance ahead of me in the lobby. We were suddenly separated by a large group of tourists that crossed my path on their way to the casino entrance on the far side of the lobby. I tried to push through the crowd and had nearly succeeded when I suddenly felt an arm encircle my waist and spin me around. I was face to face with Tom.

He kissed my forehead and said, "We almost lost you Darling."

I noticed Mia was standing right behind him. He turned me around and put his right arm around my waist, while he put his left around hers and said, "Now you won't get away from me heavenly beauty. Right this way ladies."

He then took us to the restaurant that was opposite of the casino side of the hotel. We ended up in a corner booth at the back of the restaurant where it was quieter and less crowded. It wasn't very crowded for seven o'clock in the evening anyway. Tom sat in the middle as it was one large connected half-circle bench. The waiter brought us menus and Tom requested a bottle of red wine and three glasses. He and Mia ignored the menus while they sat there and kissed more. I hid my eye roll behind the menu. I had completely lost my appetite so I just ordered a grilled chicken topped salad. Tom and Mia finally looked at the menu and ordered their dinners too. They returned to smooching and I picked up my wine goblet and took a large gulp. Here it was my birthday and I got the pleasure of watching Tom make out with my girlfriend. Bloody fucking lovely. By the time our food arrived, I was on my second glass of wine.

I ate slowly, picking at my food more than eating it. I wasted no time finishing off my second glass of wine. I felt myself growing warm from the alcohol and the heat of the place, so I took off the black sweater I wore over a wine colored, low cut, short sleeve, blouse. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tom gaze approvingly at my cleavage, but he said nothing. I took the bottle of wine to pour a third glass when Tom placed his hand over the top of the glass and said, "I think you've had enough."

I raised one eyebrow and prepared to say something snarky when he continued, "I think you're going to want to be fully sober later." He then winked at me.

I ordered a glass of ice water when the waiter came back again. Tom and Mia dominated the conversation. I just sat there quietly and listened. I began wondering about the best way to make an exit and head for the casino since I was clearly going to be alone tonight. I hadn't noticed they had finished eating and Mia was now kissing his neck, until I suddenly felt a hand on my thigh. I looked down and saw Tom's hand rubbing up and down my left thigh. I then looked up and saw him gazing at me while Mia kissed his neck. She stopped and said, "I think we've been ignoring the birthday girl."

"No, it's ok. Clearly y'all have hit it off and I'm just in the way; I think I may head over the casino, have a few more drinks and try not to lose my ass at the Blackjack table."

I started to get up, but Tom gripped my thigh and said, "I really think you should stay."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because two women are more fun than one," he responded as he leaned over to kiss me passionately.

I soon melted into his kiss and enjoyed every moment of it. He finally pulled away leaving me breathless. He pressed his forehead into mine and said, "I want both of you to come up to my room with me."

"Oh really?" I managed to say.

"Yeah, I do. I want both of you beautiful ladies tonight."

"Happy birthday to me," I replied and kissed his lips.

Once he ended it, he paid the bill and escorted us out of the restaurant and up to the seventeenth floor where his room was located. He let us in while he fumbled with the locks on the door. I soon realized this was a suite and we were in the living room. Now that we were in the privacy of the room, Mia moved to kiss my lips. I stepped back and questioned, "Are you sure you want to do this in front of Tom?"

He then appeared and said, "Do what in front of Tom?"

Mia giggled and said, "This..." then leaned in to kiss my lips.

When she finally broke off the kiss, I noticed he was standing there staring at us slacked jawed and completely shocked. He soon managed to say, "Do you mean to tell me that you two are...?"

"Lovers," Mia finished for him and giggled.

"Um yeah, she's kinda my girlfriend," I replied.

"Oh...my night just got even better!"

He moved in to kiss me while Mia stripped naked. He then began undressing me, while I unbuttoned his shirt. Mia came up behind him, put her arms around his waist and unfastened his pants. Between the two of us, he was soon naked; as was I. He then lead the way to the bedroom. Mia and I crawled onto the bed and began kissing each other while he stood at the foot of the bed and watched. She paused, turned to Tom and told him to find something to tie me up with. He crossed the room to his suitcase and soon returned with a blue silk tie that he handed to Mia. She returned to kissing my lips. Her lips soon left mine and slowly made a trail down to my breasts where she began to lick and suck on my right nipple. Tom then moved onto the bed and went after my left breast. While he sucked on my left nipple and caressed my breast with his left hand, I could feel his right hand move onto my butt and squeeze it hard. I felt Mia's hand trail slowly down my abdomen and slip between the folds of flesh that concealed my clitoris; she stroked it gently in a teasing manner. I moaned and spread my legs some to give her better access.

It wasn't long until she stopped sucking my nipple and told me to lay down. I obeyed and she took the tie and looped it around the metal bar of the headboard and tied my hands above my head. She was  soon kissing my abdomen and working her way down to my slit. I spread my legs wide and she settled between them. She spent a while kissing my thighs. Tom was laying next to me on my left side, absentmindedly massaging my breast with his hand while he watched Mia kissing my thighs. She soon stuck her tongue in the middle of my slit and licked my clitoris teasingly slow. I moaned and she finally drew my clit up between her lips and sucked on it. Tom finally leaned over and began kissing my lips again. After a while, he made a trail to my throat where he teased my skin softly with his tongue before making his way to my breasts.

He switched from one to the other of them, licking and sucking while Mia teased my clit and surrounding skin with her tongue. I could feel the tension in my pelvis building and I began to moan loudly. I felt Tom's left hand sliding down my body and as he reached my pelvis, Mia withdrew momentarily. His fingers slipped over my clitoris and I soon felt two of them slide up inside of me and begin stroking my front wall with a come-hither motion. He then moved further down so his arm wasn't blocking my clitoris; Mia resumed sucking on it. The tension became more intense and was soon threatening to erupt. I moaned louder and Tom stroked faster while Mia sucked harder.  My body writhed under their combined efforts to make me come and I was soon arching my back as my body finally responded with an intense series of orgasms that made me scream. Mia jerked her face away from pelvis quickly as it suddenly bucked up as my back relaxed.  I heard Tom exclaim, "Damn Lani! That was a real geyser!"

My breath was coming in short pants, but I managed to say, "Sorry, I guess I should have warned you that I squirt quite forcefully when it's good."

"I'll say you do! It's all over my arm and chest."

Mia giggled and volunteered to clean him up. The next thing I knew, Tom was on his back next to me and Mia was licking my cum off his arm and chest. I was still tied to the headboard. "Um guys, I'd hate to interrupt, but I'm still tied up."

Tom laughed and replied, "I hadn't forgotten. I'm not finished with you yet heavenly beauty. I'll be back on you in a few minutes."

It was then that we heard a very loud knocking on his outer hotel room door. "Now who the hell could that be?" Tom asked aloud, clearly annoyed at getting interrupted.

He got up and grabbed his bathrobe from the chair nearby and went out to see who was pounding on his door. He had left the bedroom door slightly ajar and we soon heard the voice of another man with a British accent. This voice was much deeper and vaguely familiar. I soon realized the voices were coming closer; I heard laughter. The door was soon thrown open wide. Benedict Cumberbatch was standing in the doorway with a surprised, yet amused smile on his face. He glanced toward Tom and said, "You sly little dog! A threesome? I didn't think you had it in you."

Tom just grinned and said, "Take your pick."

Ben smirked and said, "I'll take the raven haired beauty tied to the bed. I do so like it kinky."

He then quickly stripped naked and crawled onto the bed over me. He leaned down and kissed me passionately. He soon withdrew and said, "What's your name Baby?"

"Noelani," I replied.

"Nice to meet you Noelani. I'm Ben and I'll be making you quiver and moan tonight, so just relax and I promise you'll enjoy it."

His lips soon found their way to my neck and down onto my breasts. I looked to my left and saw Tom was naked again and kissing Mia. I watched as Ben moved onto my breasts and Tom did the same thing. They were copying each other and I found that strangely erotic. When Ben eventually made his way down my abdomen, slowly kissing me everywhere; Tom did the same to Mia. They even buried their faces between our thighs and began licking us at the same time. I moaned loudly as I was still a bit sensitive there from my recent intense orgasms. Ben pulled back after a short exploration of my flesh and said, "You get very wet, young lady."

Mia giggled then said, "There's a reason for that."

Ben hadn't returned to exploring me yet, so he responded, "Are you two responsible for this poor girl being a drenched mess?"

Tom paused and said, "She squirts, so consider yourself warned."

Ben let out a low, sexy laugh and said, "Oh does she now? Well, I'll have to see if I can make her give me a facial."

He then resumed exploring my drenched cunt with his tongue. I soon felt two fingers slide deep inside of me and rub that magic spot on my front wall that immediately made me quiver and moan. He wasted no time in stroking it fast and sucking my clit. The buildup inside of my pelvis was quick so I was soon moaning and on the verge of ecstasy again. Ben paused in sucking my clit, but continued long, rapid strokes inside of my hole. "Come for me baby. I want you to squirt me in the face."

"Faster and I will," I said between moans.

He rubbed me even faster while he resumed sucking my clit and was soon rewarded with a round of fierce orgasms that shot fluid from my body to cover his face. He swiftly moved up my body to forcefully shove his rock hard cock into my dripping hole. He was enormous and I was soon moaning loudly. He rode me fast and hard so my orgasms never fully ceased. He finally had an intense one of his own that forced a low, loud growling groan from his lips and he rolled off of me. I immediately tried to roll over, but my bonds kept me from moving. He sat up and untied my wrists before laying back down. I then rolled over and began licking my cum from his face. He moaned and said, "I love a woman who isn't afraid of her own taste."

"Why would I be? I taste wonderful."

Mia giggled and said, "I second that!"

She leaned over me and began kissing my shoulders. After a several minutes I rolled over and she began kissing my lips as she moved to straddle my left thigh and begin rubbing herself slowly against my thigh. I heard Ben exclaim, "Damn Tom! You really know how to pick them!"

I soon pulled Mia closer to me and began thrusting my pelvis so that I was rubbing my clit against her thigh as well. Her lips soon left mine as she couldn't contain her moans any longer. I saw Tom move behind us and start rubbing her ass. Ben just sat up and watched us. Our movements gradually became faster and some time later we brought each other to simultaneous orgasms. After spending a few more minutes kissing me, Mia finally rolled off of me only to be pinned down by Ben who began kissing her. Tom was soon hovering over me kissing my lips as well.

He finally released me from his kisses long enough to say, "I didn't get to really play with you yet my heavenly beauty."

His lips met mine again briefly before wandering onto my neck and down to my breasts where he played with both for quite a while. He finally grew tired of that and said, "I think that sweet little pussy of yours has had enough oral attention tonight so I'm just going to plunge right in there."

He moved to enter me, but before he had a chance, I pushed against his shoulders and hips and flipped him over onto the bed while I moved to straddle him. "I think I'd rather ride a sexy Brit, if it's just the same to you."

He laughed as I settled down onto his rock hard cock. I moaned loudly and said, "Damn Tom! You're a big one!"

He said nothing in reply, just encouraged me to begin by rocking his hips a little. I began to ride him and realized that Mia was in the same position on Ben only facing the opposite direction so her ass was in his face which is was enjoying rubbing and slapping. I leaned over and began kissing her lips. She and I kissed between moans of pleasure while we rode our sexy Brits. We were forced to pull away from each other when the guys came closer to their orgasms as they both sat up to pull us closer. I watched as Ben yanked her hair until she was close enough to him to grab her tits and hold her back as he fucked her fiercely. Tom just grabbed me around the waist pulled me closer then grabbed my ass to hold me down while he slammed into me as fast as he could manage. I kept watching Mia and when she was finally screaming out her ecstasy, I stopped holding my own back and came at the same time. It was so intense that I know I soaked Tom as I rode out the most intense orgasm I'd had all night. I couldn't restrain myself from screaming his name repeatedly. I felt him soon erupt within me as he cried out as well. He kept his arms around me when he collapsed back onto the bed so that I was pulled down on top of him. He was panting heavily and I could feel his heart racing.

When he released me, I moved off of him and curled up next to him. I soon felt someone against my back and arm drape over me. I looked over to see it was Mia laying up against me and Ben was behind her with his arm over her side. I sighed and said, "I think this was a better way to spend my birthday than New Orleans."

Ben laughed and said, "I had no idea it was your birthday. Happy Birthday my dear! I know this was the best layover for a flight I've ever had."

We all laughed and Tom said, "Speaking of that, shouldn't you be getting back to the airport?"

"Fuck it! I'll catch another flight in the morning. I'm too damned tired now."

Mia and I both giggled and she said, "It seems we did a good job wearing these gentlemen out."

"Indeed we did," I responded as I kissed Tom's cheek.

He turned and kissed me back. "Happy birthday, heavenly beauty."

I settled down to go to sleep when I suddenly felt someone tug on a lock of my hair, I rolled over to see what was going on. Ben says, "Hey beautiful, could you trade places with Amelia? I want to hold the one I started my night with."

I agreed and sat up. She scooted around me and curled up next to Tom who welcomed the change. I snuggled up next to Ben as he wrapped his arm around me. "No offense ladies, I just wanted to cuddle with my raven haired beauty here."

"Oh I don't mind at all," Mia replied with a giggle before moving to kiss Tom's cheek. If there was anymore conversation, I missed it because I was quickly lulled to sleep by Ben's steady heartbeat against my cheek.