Forever Is Not Enough

Sandy stood on the balcony and looked out over the azure sea.  It was another  beautiful morning, with only the lightest of breezes to waft her hair and make her silky robe flutter around her knees. The sunwarmed tiles kept her bare feet from feeling cool and she smiled, feeling the heat of the day begin to rise.

There was a knock behind her, and the door to her suite opened.  She turned to see the butler wheel the trolley with breakfast into her sitting room.  She smiled and nodded as he asked if they would like breakfast on the balcony. Since it would only be overlooked by someone hanging from a helicopter, they would be safe from intrusive eyes.

All set out with croissants, fresh fruit, orange juices, and the like, he discretely withdrew. She was about to walk inside when there was a noise from the bedroom, and a sleepy figure appeared  appeared, rubbing his eyes and yawning. 

"Morning darling" he said, walking over and bending to kiss her. "Sleep ok?"

"Mhmmm like a log, must be all this sunshine and fresh air!" She smiled and went to sit at the small table now groaning with breakfast. "You should really put something on, you know." She grinned, and he laughed.

"What? Are you suddenly objecting to this glorious body, love?" He came and stood in all his glory in front of her and she giggled.

"Not at all, I love your body, darling," she winked, finally looking him in the eye. "But your body might not like the strong sunlight!" She laughed as she took an aggressive bite out of a croissant, making him wince.

"Point taken love, point taken. Pour me some coffee, would you? Just be a second." He disappeared back inside and reappeared a moment later.  "Better?"

She spat her croissant all over herself.  Tom now stood resplendant in her nightie. Discarded in a hurry the previous evening, he now modelled it, one hand on hip, his manly leg thrust through the slit in an "alluring" pose.

He proceeded to sashay out to the table while she tied herself in knots laughing.

"What?" He said with an air of innocence. "Don't I suit green all of a sudden?"  He sat, legs crossed at the table, hamming it up for all he was worth.

"Oh my God!"she finally spluttered "if only Hemsworth could see you now!"

"And what makes you think he hasnt?" He said seductively.

"That, my darling, would NOT surprise me in the slightest. You two are just plain nuts!"

They settled down to eat a very surreal breakfast, then wiping his lips on the napkin, Tom said. "Much as Im very comfortable in your clothes, we better get dressed love." He stood up and sighed, "work, such as it is, calls."

"I know, still, it's hardly an effort is it?" She stood and padded over to stand next to him as he finished his last few drops of coffee. Bending, she kissed his cheek. "I think it's going well so far, don't you?"

"Very well." He stood and took her hand, walking back into the suite. "We were papped at least twice yesterday. I really hope they got that hug outside the cafe."

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell to their suite sounded again, and Sandy opened it, revealling a very flustered Luke.

"Have you seen the papers?" He said, barging straight in.

"Eh, morning to you too!" She said, trotting after him. He plonked himself down and spread an armload of tabloids over the coffee table.  Eqch had been turned to the gossip pages. Amongst the usual discussions on the Kardashians, the state of some ancient celebrity who'd had too much botox and who was going to be the next 007, were some choice pictures. Of Tom. And Sandy.