All Good Things 1

"I just wish I could live this kind of life. But, I can't. I'm so very sorry." she said, all red faced and teary eyed.

And that was it. The most amazing woman I ever met couldn't stay with me anymore.

I watched her pick up her jacket, turn around and walk through my living room doors.

No.

I need to fight for her. She needs to see.

I rushed through the room to the front door, and as she opened the door, I snapped it shut. I leaned my forehead against the back of her head. She let me.

"Please."

Her perfume hit my nose. That same smell that caught me a little over a year ago.

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One year earlier

Another press junket done. Thank God!

Answering the same fucking questions over and over again in every language possible, weighs on a person.

"What did you do to prepare?"

"How difficult are nude scenes?"

"Did you get hurt?"

Rinse wash and repeat.

There's literally only one reporter I like to talk to, Jake. He's my complete opposite.

I'm English catholic, he's American Jewish. I'm obsessed with exercise, he is not.

He can best me with his comedy, and I could snap him like a twig.

He is a natural extrovert, and I'm an introvert, forced into an extrovert lifestyle.

"Tommy my boy!" he bellowed across the loud hall. Everyone saw me and applauded. Another thing I could live without. Believe me, if I could act without people applauding I would. "You made it through another junket without running away! I'm proud! Our nightly pep talks must be helping." he said. He led me past several reporters congratulating me, to the far end of the bar. Which he of course knew was my happy place.

"Now you know that'll be in reports now. And I'll be asked millions more questions that I'll have to laugh off." I said, grumpily.

Jake pushed my Guinness to me. He did care.

"We'll make it into a comedy sketch then!" he said, already beaming with ideas. I just rolled my eyes.

Suddenly I noticed a really faint hint of raspberries, I can't say how I knew it was raspberries. I just did.

Along with the smell I heard someone behind me say, "And I say this with all sincerity: Fuck. Off. I'm not some celebrity asshole, I'm just here to see my friend. Stop following me." she said.

I turned around to see someone amazing. Life altering came to my mind, and I was surprised from the sudden thought. She was a nice height, sandy brown hair, and amazing eyes. Hazel I think it's called. Glancing quickly back at Jake, he had a big smile on his face, rolled his eyes and walked over to the woman. "Ella! Making friends as always. I promise you Mike, she is no celebrity asshole. Just a regular one." he said. She wasted no time elbowing his rib. Magnificent.

Jake recovered quickly, whilst rubbing his side. He put his hand on my shoulder "Now this celebrity asshole would like some privacy for a bit." he said. And I raised my glass to him.

Ella seemed to finally notice me. She blushed deeply, and immediately looked back at Jake with something of a violent stare. He put a hand on her shoulder, smiled, and turned back to the bar. "So, Tommy, this is Ella Peters. Ella Peters, Thomas Page." he said. Picked up his drink, and walked away.

Leaving us at the bar.

She was still staring at him when she said: "Guess that answers my question." Ella put her little purse on the bar, and sat next to me.

Her outfit was so modest, and I couldn't stop staring. White tank top, a purple cardigan. Black jeans, and black boots. Almost every woman there, that wasn't the press, or worked on the movie was dressed in barely anything.

I pulled myself out of staring, and finally said "What question is that?" She looked right at me, and blushed even redder.

"If telling him I have a crush on you was a good idea." she said. Smiled, and shakily asked the bartender for a rum and coke. When she got her drink, she raised it to me, I raised mine and we clinked our glasses together. "He worked so hard to get me here tonight, should probably talk a little bit at least. And once this is done, I'm planning on finally beating his ass. Care to join?" she said, and sipped her drink.

I let out a short laugh "First I'll thank him for introducing us." I said, blushing as well.

We talked for awhile. She is a florist that comes from a family that has worked with flowers for a few decades. "So, I guess I could never send you flowers then. Which is my favorite gift to give." I said.

"Yup. You'd have to work extra hard to get me something. Which means... You will need to get to know me." she said, with a sly smile, and a blush. I smiled back, and finished my drink.

We talked a long time, about everything it seemed. Even though I've been talking my head off for days on end, this is the first time I truly felt like I said anything of importance. She told me everything as well.

Towards the end of the night a song started to play on the speakers, and she shot up instantly. "Yes! I adore this song. Wanna dance with me?" she said. I looked at her and tried to convey how terribly I dance. She just rolled her eyes at me. "Who cares! I can't dance to save my life, but I'll never not dance to this. Come on!" she grabbed my arm, and pulled me to the dance floor.

Boy, was she telling the truth; she can not dance. And truth be told I can. I just don't like dancing around other people.

She is amazing. Funny, smart, beautiful, and brave. The bravery started to rub off on me so much that when a slow song came on, and she started to walk away, I pulled her back to me.

I held her close, and she slowly put her head on my chest. "You liar. You do know how to dance. And here I was thinking you might be jealous of my sweet moves." she said, looking up at me. She put her hands around my neck, and I put mine on her lower back.

"Don't worry, I am jealous. But, not of those sweet moves. That was embarrassing." I said, chuckling. She lightly smacked the back of my head, and followed it with caressing the back of my neck. "No. It's your confidence that I'm envious of. All I want is to have even a quarter of that." I said.

Something I quickly noticed about her, is that she blushes very easily. Usually it was before she'd say something a little daring. When I noticed her turn red, my heart started to race a little bit. "Well, you can't have my confidence. I worked super hard on it." she said. Ella pressed her body closer to me, making me shiver as she whispered into my ear "My body though, you can have a lot more than a quarter of." she said. Her voice sounded very calm, but her face was very red.

"Dear Ella, do you blush everywhere else?" I said, as I traced my finger across her lips, and held her tight against me. She took a sharp breath, then pushed her hips against me.

"You can find out right now if you'd like." she said, pulling away from me. Watching her walk away hurt. I only met her 3 hours ago, and I'll say it; she was it. Not a single relationship I've ever had made me feel like this.

And it wasn't sexual for me, until we danced. Her personality got me first.

When she came back with her purse, I felt this huge smile come onto my face. She was gone for maybe 5 minutes. "Did you think I wouldn't return to you?" and held my hand.

"I don't know what I thought. I'm just so happy right now." I said, with great certainty. That was the boldest I've been in awhile. And she responded with kissing my hand.

"Let's go Tom." she said. There was a glint in her eye that made a primal part of me yank her close to me. I wanted to kiss her so bad, but there were people still around, and I wanted to keep this for myself. Her breath on my lips was so hot, it was almost intoxicating. But, she seemed to understand why I was holding back. "Away from eyes and cameras." she said moving away, but holding my hand.

I lead her to the doors of the hall, and remembered all the photographers that were probably still outside. Took her in the direction of the front desk instead, then asked for paper and pencil. "This is my address, and passcode to enter the building. You'll need to wait for me at the security desk. Get a cab now, I'll follow directly." I said. She took the information, squeezed my hand, and walked away. That ache came back again. But, I managed to pull myself out of it quickly to call my buildings security officer and inform them that she was going there.

I paced the entranceway for 10 minutes before finally leaving. Luckily I didn't need to wait long with the photographers before my car arrived. Driving was nerve wracking.

What if she changed her mind? That would be terrible. Finally made it to building, and parked in my spot.

And there she was, sitting in the waiting area, watching me walk through the main entranceway. "You certainly took your sweet time." she said taking my hand in hers. It felt like I could breath again.

Neither of us made a move in the elevator. Which was good to me. Once we start kissing, I'm not stopping at all.

Finally in the apartment, after what seemed like a very long walk in the hallway, we were at my apartment. She went in first, and set her things down. I locked the door, then stared at her for a minute before finally rushing to kiss her.

Her mouth tasted sweeter than i thought it would. Her moans made me hard, but not painfully so, not yet anyway. When we stopped, I felt lightheaded. She flushed red, looking directly in my eyes. "What do you want off first?" she asked, taking my hand, and kissing my fingertips. Now I was painfully hard.

Taking a handful of her hair, I pulled her head back gently, and started kissing her neck. Her moans were coming faster now and she was starting to rub herself against my dick. "It's all coming off, right now." I growled at her.

As quickly, and as gently as I could I undressed her. I didn't notice what she wore underneath everything, but I remember my how hard my heart pounded when I saw her body. She was perfection to me. She was slim, but not skinny. Her tits and ass were absolutely just right. I loved touching her, and putting my mouth against every part of her body.

I picked her up, and brought her to my room. Laid her on my bed, and when she sat up to start taking my pants off I seized her hands, laying her back down on the bed. "Not yet." I said, and she whimpered back to me. I just bit her neck, licked her breasts, stomach, and began nibbling on the inside of her thighs.

When I heard her say "Please Tom. Please, I need you to do something, anything!" I quickly looked back at her, and saw how flushed she was. Thoroughly satisfied with my teasing, I began my attack on her pussy. Her sudden scream surprised me, I must have wound her up a little too much.

I can barely describe the perfection that is her pussy. She tasted sweet, she was incredibly wet, all the easier for me to slip two fingers into her right away, which made her hips shoot up instantly, but I was ready for that. I kept her down with my other arm, and began my next attack on her clit. Her screams were getting me harder with every passing moment. But, I had to finish what I started. My fingers never stopped moving inside of her pussy, and my tongue continued making circles on her clit until she came hard in my mouth.

Later that night we discovered that she'd dug one of her nails into me so hard that she drew blood. It's actually my favorite scar.

She was still pretty gone while I undressed. Watching her pant on my bed is something I'll never forget. Once I had the condom on, I got on top, and slowly entered her. My God, her pussy was sheer perfection. Her eyes snapped open as she arched her back bringing herself closer to me.

We found the same rhythm very quickly. I somehow managed to hold off my very close orgasm, we definitely needed to be together for as long as possible. But once she started panting harder, and crying out my name "Tom, Tooooom, I'm going to cum again. Please Tom, cum with me." I was there. She pulled me closer somehow, and kissed me while I thrust harder into her, finally coming.

I was staring at my ceiling for so long, I didn't notice her come back from the bathroom. She was wearing her underwear now, white lace bra, and black panty. Adorable, for some reason. She kissed me, and laid her head on my chest. A sudden thought popped into my head.

"You have a crush on me then?" I asked, while I ran my hand up and down her back. She released a sudden groan, then turned to look back at me. This time she was only a little red. My heart started pounding when I looked into her eyes. She released a quick sigh, began kissing my stomach, slowly going lower, and was about to give me a blowjob before I stopped her. In that moment, my curiosity won. "I want that very much, but I'm incredibly curious." i said, as I brushed the hair from her face.

"Fine." she said, with a huff. She sat up, and held my hand. "Last year, I had to deliver flowers to someone at an office. And once I was there, I realized it was the actor's guild." she said. I handed her a glass of water. "Once I was allowed to enter, I looked around the reception area, and saw into one of the offices. And you were there, just sitting in a chair. You looked really deep in thought, and a little sad if I'm being honest. When the receptionist said I could go, I noticed you stand up as somebody entered the office. I think we made eye contact for a bit. But, the receptionist repeated herself again, actually pointed at the elevator, and I left." she said, having a few more sips of water definitely looking a little tense. I started to rub her feet a little, she relaxed and continued. "I saw one of Jake's interviews some time later, and you were there! Then began a deeply embarrassing internet search of you. Saying it out loud, sounds really bad." she said.

I looked at her, and kissed her nose. "Now the question I've been dreading to ask: Do you remember me at all?" she asked. As much as I desperately wanted to, I couldn't. She saw the answer on my face, and sighed. I wanted to make it up to her somehow, so I moved my hands up to her thighs to begin rubbing her there.

This seemed to refuel her horniness. She started to breath a little harder, spread her legs a bit more, and I saw a little wet spot on her underwear. "On the bright side dear Ella;" I said. I put my mouth on the outside of her panties, nibbling very gently on the outline of her pussy before I lowered them. "I see you now, and I'm absolutely never forgetting you." I said.

I removed her underwear, and slowly licked her clit. Her panting was growing faster, I could feel the beginnings of her orgasm, but she told me to stop anyway. "Have I hurt you? I thought you..." I started saying. She sat up, and pushed me down on the bed to kiss me. "I want to blow you. But I want you to finish me as well." she said, while moving her hand down to my cock. Her strokes were firm, and she gently circled the tip as well.

"How do you feel about sitting on my face then?" I said. Ella didn't wait a second before she positioned herself on top of me. Her mouth was instantly full with my dick, and I was completely gone. The way she swirled her tongue up and down, then slid me into her mouth as far as she could. God, I loved that, I gripped hard onto her ass, remembered that her pussy was right in front of me, and I needed to start working on her too.

I placed one of my fingers into her pussy and went back to licking her clit with enthusiasm. Her moaning on my dick felt electric, I thrust myself into her mouth, and she gagged on me. Ella took me out of her mouth, and began stroking me. "Mmmmm, I was wondering when you'd start doing that. Almost thought about stopping to remind you." she said. Something about the threat made me angry, so I grabbed her ass, and spanked her. I thought I'd fucked up badly then, I should have asked if that sort of thing was ok. Ella responded with a sharp gasp, and squeezed a little harder on my dick than before. "Guess I'll go back to this then." she said, returning to my cock with almost violent fervor. All I could say was "Good."

I returned to licking her pussy harder now. Two fingers went into her, my tongue moved as quickly as I could on her clit. She was sucking, and stroking fiercely now. We seemed to be in a race to make the other cum first. I won. Feeling her shake on top of me, mixed with her screams of passion, while stroking me still, sent me right over the edge. So, I won twice.

When she rolled off me, and when I could finally sit up again I realized I came all over her tits. Handed her a tissue, and she laughed when she realized why. After she was all cleaned up, I got a pillow, put it under her head and tucked her in.

"Care to join?" she asked, sleepily. My heart did a little skip, and I slipped under the blanket with her. Ella put her head on my chest and passed out instantly. She talked about flowers in her sleep.

I never want this to end...

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Ella took my hand from the door, and kissed each fingertip. "You know I've tried. God, I've tried. But, all of this crazed attention, I don't like it. I'm scared." she said.

I turned her around to look at her. The fear was real, of course. Ever since our relationship became public knowledge, people had turned on her. First it started with women sending her messages saying she was not pretty enough to be with me, and that I could do better than her.

Then paparazzi found out where she lived, after I went to her house from the airport. So now there was always someone at her house taking pictures. I got into minor trouble after I beat the hell out of a guy taking pictures of her through the window.

The final straw came today. Somebody spray painted 'SLUT' on the outside of her shop. Ella came directly to my house after she had someone clean it off.

She didn't deserve this. I can't blame her for trying to save herself from people's illogical wrath. But, I can't let go without a fight. We are perfect together, and I'll be damned if some crazed bastards will take away the best thing to ever happen to me.

"I'll stop acting. I've saved plenty, and maybe I can help you work at the shop." I said. Ending my career wouldn't be easy, contracts would need to be completed thoroughly, and at least two more years of other engagements... I looked back at her face, there were fresh tears now.

"You would give up everything for me? When I was ready to give up on us? Fuck me. I don't deserve you." she said, hugging me tight. But, it felt different. My tears began falling as I looked down. "You know it won't work." she said, paler than I've ever seen her. "If anything, it'll get worse. People actually blamed me when you turned down that last movie. Saying I forced you to drop a franchise because there would be sex scenes in it. No one cared when you said that wasn't true, and that you got a great gig on Broadway." she said. Keeping her head down, never looking at my eyes.

She put her hands on my chest, gently trying to push me away. But I would not budge. "I'm going to go on the computer when I get home, announce our breakup, and then I'm going to find a hotel to hide in for about a week." Ella tried to look in my eyes, but more tears just came down. I held her hands, afraid to let go. If I let go, she's gone. "I'm scared Thomas. I'm scared that one day some bitch will shoot me for being with someone she hasn't even met. I'm scared I'll be splashed with acid. What if we had kids? They'll be hounded outside their school for pictures by paparazzi." she said, now trying to pull away.

I still couldn't release her. When she pulled away harder, I dragged her closer to me. "You can not stop me forever. Being with someone I love should not involve every other cunts opinion. I want to avoid being a sad story on the news. Now let me fucking go!" she screamed, now red with anger and thrashing about a little.