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57. Martin Freeman 9 Part 2

~I woke up the next morning and refused to open my eyes. Last night couldn't have been real. I must've read a really good fic and dreamed about it. Once I opened my eyes, it would either confirm or deny what happened, and I just wasn't ready for that yet. I ran a hand along my front. I was still wearing that teddy, so maybe....
“Jenn, are you awake? I can see you moving a bit,” came a soft voice from my bedroom door. I sneaked one eye open, then popped them both open wide. Oh my god, it had been real. There was Martin, wearing my sweats again, leaning on my door frame with his arms crossed over his bare chest.
“Uh, yeah, yeah I'm up,” I mumbled from under the covers. Only my eyes were peeking out over them. He walked over and pulled them down, then kissed my forehead.
“Good. I took the liberty of making some breakfast. Do you want to get dressed and eat out there, or have me bring some of it to you and we'll eat in here?” He smiled as he asked. Hot damn. Not only did I fucking fuck Martin Freeman, but he stayed the night and made me breakfast. I must've jumped down a rabbit whole into fantasy land.
“I, uh, I'd like to get dressed. This gets a bit uncomfortable after a while,” I managed to say. Truth be told, it had gotten tangled, and it smelled of well, me. Sex and sweat don't leave the most pleasant aromas behind.
“Alright, I'll go make sure everything's ready then,” He said as he turned and left the room. I pushed myself up in bed and looked at the mirror hanging on the back of my door. I was a mess. My hair looked like a mop head a cat had played with and my teddy was completely twisted to one side. One of the thigh-highs had come unclipped and was twisted and bunched up down to my ankle. I was even still wearing the collar and leash. I sighed. I got up and rifled through my closet. I grabbed a nice pair of comfy pants and a cute top with Sherlock on it. I pulled off the bedraggled teddy and slipped into one of my favorite panty and bra sets. I finished getting dressed and ran a brush through my unruly hair. I thought about just putting it up, but Martin had made a point of taking the tie out yesterday so I didn't bother. I looked in the mirror again. I looked decent I guess. Just to be safe, I spritzed myself with some of my favorite perfume, Berry Bliss. Then I walked out front to my kitchen. Martin had set the little round table with my tall grapevine candle holders and more cinnamon candles. He'd made hot cocoa and set out plates for him and I. When he saw me come in, he came over and pulled me into a hug. He was so warm...
“Good morning sleepy. Did you have a good night?” He winked when he said 'good night' and I chuckled.
“Oh my night was amazing. Though a tad unreal.” My groggy sleep voice sounded terrible, but hey, I didn't really care at this point. He laughed and kissed me. We went to the table and he pulled out a chair for me, then sat down next to me. He'd filled my plate with waffles, eggs, bacon, and toast. He'd also put out butter and jam and syrup for us. I put what I liked on my waffles and toast and we ate. This is one of the most normal things in the world, and it felt so weird because it was with him. I still can't get over the fact that Martin sought me out, came to my house, slept with me, then stayed to make me breakfast. Things like this just didn't happen. But hey, who am I to complain?
“How long are you planning on staying, Martin?” I didn't want this to end. I wanted him to stay all day, all week if he would. I liked him so much better in person than seeing him from afar.
“To be honest, I haven't decided yet. This isn't something I've done before. I'm at least going to stay long enough to get my clothes clean, if that's alright,” he sounded pretty unsure of himself while he was talking. He's never done this before? What makes me so special that he'd do something completely new and crazy just for me? Maybe it was a dare, or a sick joke for him to use in interviews later.... I don't want to think about it, or him, like that...My face must've gone sour as I was thinking because he started to look concerned.
“I'm sorry, did I say something wrong? You look pretty upset. I can leave now if you like. I just though you would appreciate all this...” Poor man, he looked so distraught.
“No, no, Martin. I was just thinking. Ya know, you're a celebrity. You're famous. I'm certain you know about all the fans who would do insane things to have even a chance of what happened last night. Yet, here you are, with me. It just doesn't make any sense. Why me of all people? Why did you decide to come here? I was just trying to answer those questions and the only things I could come up with didn't paint you in a very good light.” The words rushed out in a bit of a torrent. Hey, now at least he knew how I felt.
“Oh. I get that. It was probably quite a shock to you. I-I'm sorry. I came here and found you because I've been following you on tumblr for quite a while now. You don't post much original stuff, but when you do, you let yourself be so vulnerable and you put yourself out there for other people. Not once have I seen you be rude to someone, even if they were rude to you. You're one of the few fans that really lets themselves be a person online, not just someone who pumps out jokes or fanfics or smut or pictures. A lot of those people have no face or personality. They let their art, which is wonderful, speak for them, but they don't ever show themselves. You're the opposite. You make a point of only being you and being real. I know a ton about you just from what you post or comment. You're a good person with an amazing heart for others, and I just wanted to meet you in person. It's not often that a person is willing to be really themselves with complete strangers,” He rambled. I was taken aback. He thought all of that, just from following me? He thought I was interesting and unique enough to find and meet and stay a night with, just because I commented a few really personal things and posted one of two chunks of my life for everyone to see? Wow. I guess I underestimated him a bit.
“Well, gee. Thanks. But then, why the sex bit? I mean....we could've gone out to coffee or messaged back and forth or whatever, but instead, you came to my house and shared one of the most intimate things possible with me....Why that?” Still not quite getting that coherence bit.
“Honestly, because I didn't know how to approach you. I figured if I took you off guard a bit, you would be more comfortable. And you were, until you recognized me. So then I took something I knew you were familiar with about me and made it happen. I didn't want that gap of 'you're a celebrity and I'm a nobody' to stop us from getting to know each other. You seem really comfortable just talking to me now. Was that okay? Or did I overstep what you wanted?” He looked so worried. He had stopped eating by now. I hated it when he looked so sad. Only this bit was real, and it was way worse than seeing him sad in his acting.
“I guess I understand that. And yeah, you're right. I am a lot more comfortable now than when I first recognized you. But I don't know, a bit of warning or something might've been nice. Why haven't you ever messaged me on tumblr or asked for my number or something?”
“To be honest, would you really believe some random guy on tumblr was me? Everyone talks about 'find the celebrity on tumblr' but in reality, they'd never believe it if they did find someone like me. Would you have believed me if I had just messaged you saying 'hey, it's Martin Freeman. I think you're awesome and would like to get to know you better.' Be honest, would you believe that?” I thought about it for a few minutes.
“You're probably right. It would've taken a ton of convincing before I believed something like that. Course, when I woke up this morning, I didn't believe anything from last night had actually happened either till you came in my room.”
“There you go then. In person, and privately, just seemed to be the best option. So, here we are,” He said with a bit of a grin.
“Here we are indeed. And no, I don't want you to leave. I've always wanted to get to know you better too. I live alone, so it won't be a problem to have you around for a bit. Or if you'd like to come over at a later date.” Then I remembered another part of last night.
“But wait, the whole condom thing. Were you serious when you said you'd take care of me if I got pregnant by you?” I should have thought it through last night. Damn hormones. I can never think straight in a moment like that. Dozens of lawsuits flashed through my head about people getting pregnant by celebrities and being silenced. Now I was really scared.
“Calm down, Jenn. Yes, I was serious. Remember what I said about you having a good heart? I figure you aren't the kind of person to sue me for personal damages or whatever if you were to get pregnant. You've always wanted to be a mother right? I don't want you to be one of those women who get shamed and hated by the public or the paparazzi because of me. If you get pregnant, then you're pregnant, and I promise I'll take care of you and protect you both from any malicious people. I want you to feel and stay safe.” He sounded so serious. Maybe I could trust what he was saying. It wont matter for two to four weeks anyway since I wont know till then.
“So where does that leave us? Smitten friends? Awkward acquaintances? Insane fan and celebrity? What?” I really needed to know what was going to happen. This is the most uncertain I'd ever been in my life. So many things could change or go wrong.
“I'd like to be at least friends. I want to get to know you better. Is that something you want?” There were those puppy eyes again. If he didn't look so concerned, I'd swear this whole thing was staged. Oh god, what if there were hidden cameras or something?
“I've always wanted to be able to talk to you like a real person instead of some unreachable thing. But it's really hard for me to take this all in. There aren't any like hidden cameras or bugs in my house are there? A crew didn't come set up stuff while I was out for the day or something?” He looked shocked. And hurt.
“No, there's none of that, I promise. Nobody even knows I'm here. That's part of why I came so late at night. I didn't want this to be an issue publicly. If it's an issue for you, then I can leave and you can pretend it never happened. I'm sorry for making you so uncomfortable. I really haven't ever done anything like this before,” He hurriedly mumbled. He sat back a bit and crossed his arms. Now he looked like the uncomfortable one.
“Okay, I believe you. It's okay, really it is. Just hard to accept. I've never thought of myself as anything special, and well, everyone thinks you're amazing and talented and a gift, so the disparity between the two is hard to reconcile. But hey, you think we can be friends and you think I'm worth it, so that'll just have to be enough for me.” Sometime in there I had finished my breakfast.
“Thanks, Jenn. Thank you for giving me a chance and trusting me.” He looked so relieved. He started eating again. I picked up all my breakfast things and took them to the sink. He finished his food and brought his plates. He put away the syrup and butter and jelly while I cleaned the dishes.
“Oh, thanks for breakfast. You're a pretty good cook.” He chuckled a bit.
“Not a problem. Least I could do after busting in unannounced last night.” It was good to see that smile again. We moved out into the living room and sat on the couch. He put his arm over my shoulder.
“About that, if we're going to be friends, are we also going to have....um, benefits?”
“You mean, are we going to be affectionate or possibly repeat things like last night?”
“Uh, either one of those?” Being friends with Martin is one thing, being friends with benefits is quite another.
“Well, does this make you uncomfortable? I want you to be okay with whatever happens, so if you don't like or don't want something, let me know, and I wont do it.” He pulled his arm back to himself and clasped his hands in his lap.
“Well, I like it far more than I dislike it,” I said with a smirk as I pulled his arm back over my shoulder and snuggled into his side. He sighed and hugged me close.
“Then I guess we'll see what happens, Jenn.” He smiled. I plugged the HDMI from my laptop back into the telly and pulled up Netflix.
“You opposed to watching yourself at all?” I giggled.
“Not if you want to. I thought you got enough of watching me last night.” He winked and stuck his tongue out at me. I pulled up Sherlock to watch for the hundredth time and snuggled back down next to him on the couch.
“I think it's something I could get used to doing in person actually.” I winked and leaned over to kiss him. He pulled me into a tight hug and kissed me back. We settled down to a long day of Netflix and cuddling. Something we would repeat for many days in the future, eventually adding a third party to our little group.
 

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