CILLIAN MURPHY

I stir awake while my hand is groping for Diana, however, I do not feel her. As how disturbing and odd it may sound. Creases form on my forehead as I open my eyes. I am one hundred percent sure I fell asleep with her in my arms, but now she is gone. Am I dreaming? Because if yes, I would like to fucking waking up with her in my arms. Otherwise, this is a nightmare.
     Waking up, bit by bit, I hear the shower running. She is in the shower, you prick. She is in the fucking shower. Relief flows through my veins, knowing that I am not dreaming. I lift my hand to look at the ring and a smile graces my lips.
It has been weeks, almost months, since her birthday when I surprised her by showing up for her birthday dinner. I haven't seen her much in those weeks because I was busy filming Red Eye. We did call, of course, we called and texted. It never compared to the real presence, but it was a nice backup.
"Good morning, handsome. I see that you are awake." Her angelic voice pulls me back into reality. I avert my eyes from the ring to where her voice sounds from. There she stands with only a towel hugging her form. I can't make out whether my pupils dilate or darken at the sight of her. She is looking dangerously attractive.
     "I am awake now," I speak, sitting up straight against the headboard. I motion with my hand for her to walk over, which she does. She sits on my lap as my hand rests on her legs. "You look dangerous, love," I speak, trying my best to keep my attention on her eyes. She murmurs in response as she closes the distance between our lips.
     "We have an important event to attend," she reasons, kissing my lips. "We could also disappear," I suggest, capturing her lips once again. A chuckle ripples from her throat during the kiss and it is the hottest thing, correction: the second hottest thing, I have ever heard. "My father will kill both you and me if we don't show up," she speaks, gazing into my eyes. "And we wouldn't want any bad blood with my father, now would we?" A low growl rumbles from my throat, reluctantly agreeing with her.
"Come," she rises to her feet. "You should get ready as well." My eyes fall on her form as she walks away. "No staring, Murphy," she warns, causing me to avert my gaze. I try and suppress a smile while shaking my head. This woman has me in a chokehold.

"I am locking you up in this hotel room, because I swear to God," I breathe, clasping my hand to my mouth. She wears a black, silky gown with a high slit that shows off her stunning right leg. The dress hugs her form just beneath the ribs, making her appear taller than she is. Therefore, a low V cut and an open back. She looks elegant and fucking hot at the same time.
     "You should see yourself," Diana argues, looking me up and down. I wear a simple black suit with a black tie. That is nothing compared to her. "But there is a big difference," I say, gesturing with my hand at her. "You are a lot hotter than I am." Her eyebrows knit together, her eyes widen, and her mouth falls open with shock. "That is not true, Cillian Murphy and you know that," she argues. I clasp my hands behind my back as I stalk closer.
     "Every man that I see," I say, lowering my voice. "I see every man as a potential threat and I'm possessive, it might not be nice. You belong to me. My property. And no one touches my property." Without waiting for her answer, I pull her closer by her waist and plant my lips on hers. I pull away and look her in the eyes. "You are not jealous at all. Noo, what are you talking about," she answers, her tone hinting with sarcasm. I roll my eyes at her comment.
"You should not worry," she continues, cupping my face. "Lights are gonna find you. Beams are gonna blind you, but you won't feel blue because somewhere in the crowd there's me." She kisses my nose, lips, and everywhere on my face. "Or I am standing by your side."
"I was glad to hear you coming and suddenly I feel alright," I whisper. "And it's gonna be so different when I'm on the stage tonight." I pull her in one more kiss before we leave the hotel room.

"Will we kiss on an official red carpet where countless flashing cameras are waiting for us?" Diana questions nervously. I forgot that this will be her first red carpet. "If you are comfortable with it then we can," I reply before adding more information. "You can stay by my side at all times, perhaps not if we are shooting photos with the cast. — she nods, agreeing — You should not worry about the flashes or questions since people tend to grow jealous. Otherwise, please do let me know and I will protect you."
"How is your knee?" I question while we are heading to the premiere. Diana lifts her dress to see the ginormous brace around her knee. "I may walk half a day," she answers. "However, if it hurts or starts stinging, I need to lift the pressure from my knee. Meaning, I need to use my crutches if it hurts and my father has my crutches as a backup." I nod. "Will you tell me when it hurts?" I question. She drops her dress and looks me in the eyes. "Yes, of course. I'm feeling rather well with my knee, so I do not expect any difficulties with it today," she replies.
"Mr Murphy, we have arrived," the chauffeur informs us. "You will own that red carpet," I smile. "Ready?" I watch her take a deep breath while closing her eyes. "Yes," she breathes out. "I am." She looks as focused as if she is readying for a competition. I open the door as it is etiquette that the actor goes first? I don't know, but I assist Diana on her way out nonetheless. I have my arm ready for her to hook through, which she does before we walk. Cameras start flashing and we are both blinded by the light. I am rather used to it, but I have my concerns for Diana.
Several photographers are shouting in our direction as we halt. I avert my gaze from the blinding light to look at Diana, who is looking right into it. "Are you alright?" I whisper, leaning closer to her ear. She shifts her gaze to me and smiles. She nods and it sends a relieved feeling down my spine. I press a kiss on her temple, admiring her for being here with me.

I watch Diana pair up with her father as the cameras are flashing. A smile graces my lips as I walk up to an interviewer. "Cillian, how nice of you to be here," the interviewer starts. "How was your experience on the set with the cast and the director?"
"It was an amazing experience," I speak loudly. "The cast is amazing, such talented people. Christopher is an amazing director who knows what he wants and how to portray it."
"You've also auditioned for Batman, can you talk us through that?" she questions, causing me to chuckle. "I have indeed auditioned for Batman, but now I'm only grateful for playing Dr. Crane because Christian Bale is such an amazing guy for the role. I couldn't have done it better," I reply, glancing over my shoulder. My eyes meet Diana's, who sends me a beaming smile.
"We have also heard rumors of you dating the daughter of the producer, do you deny these rumors?" It's starting to get more personal, which I don't particularly enjoy. I glance over my shoulder as I feel a hand on my shoulder. "Hi," she smiles as my hand snakes around her waist. "Hello, love," I smile, both turning our gaze at the interviewer. "No, I do not deny these rumors," I answer.
     "Miss Nolan, hi," the interviewer smiles at Diana. "Hi," she smiles in return. "Mr. Murphy didn't deny the rumors about you two dating however, he didn't confirm the rumors. Can you talk us through?" I sincerely try not to roll my eyes at her question, because it is ridiculous. I turn my eyes to Diana, who simply looks breathtaking.
     "I fail to guess why you question me if Cillian has already answered your question," she speaks. The corners of my mouth form into a smile I try to suppress. "It is not particularly your right to stick your nose in someone else's life, is it? Cillian hasn't denied the rumors nor confirmed, there is your answer." The female interviewer is humbled as she stutters over her words.
     "Have a good evening," Diana states before pulling me away from the interviewer. I experience an odd feeling between pride and terror. The way she handled that situation on her first red carpet is insane. "You handled that very well, love," I compliment. She chuckles and simply shrugs. "Why ask me if you had answered," she scoffs. "It was hot how you humbled her," I say, causing her to chuckle.

After the premiere, we head to a restaurant nearby. I pull Diana's chair for her to sit down. I meet her eyes as she glances over her shoulder. I huff a smile before I take the seat on her left side. Christian takes the empty seat beside Diana as he strikes up a conversation with her. ''Did you enjoy the film?'' he questions. ''I did,'' she replies. ''You, Cillian, and the others did an amazing job.'' ''It is your father's work honestly,'' Christian reasons. ''It may be my father's idea however, it is your skill of acting that is needed to do the job.'' I suppress a smile as I look at the menu. That's my girl.
     As we are waiting for our food, I cannot help but lay my hand on her knee. I hear her breath hitch, which causes me to smile. The reaction she shows when I touch her is simply fascinating. The effect I have on her is provocative. ''I assume you will continue as Batman,'' she questions. My hand travels further up her leg until it rests on her thigh. ''I sure am,'' he replies with a smile and turns to me. ''As will Cillian continue as Dr. Crane, right Cillian?'' I shift my gaze to Christian and flash him a smile. ''Of course.'' I move my hand further, however, her hand prevents my hand from going any further. A sinister smile plays around my lips as I find joy in teasing her. She crosses her legs and it tells me, she finds it arousing. Fuck. I want her. I need her.
     I decided to stay low while eating our food. ''You are mean,'' she whispers in my direction. I shift my gaze to look at her, looking at her as if I don't know what she is talking about. ''I fail to understand what you mean,'' I reply. Her mouth opens for a brief moment before she clenches her jaw. That is fucking hot. She is fucking hot. ''Christian is a rather handsome man,'' she mentions, taking a bite of her food as I choke on mine. My head snaps toward her as she seems unbothered. ''Remember that you are my property and no one touches it,'' I hiss. ''Then make me your property because I notice nothing,'' she replies with a cold expression in her eyes. I clench my jaw, resisting her enchanting appearance however, it takes every vessel my body.

Dinner is taken care of before we make our way to the after-party. ''Cillian, Diana!'' Christopher calls our names. I see him sitting in a booth, obviously wanting us to join. I take a look at Diana, checking if she agrees with the idea. I meet her eyes as she nods.
     Once we arrived at the booth, I noticed only one more person could sit. ''You can sit down,'' Diana states, however, I refuse. ''No, you need to sit down,'' I reasoned. I notice her rolling her eyes before she argues to let me sit. ''I am fine, Cillian,'' she almost hisses. I am taken aback by her behavior as I sit down. I pat my legs, suggesting for her to sit down however, she refuses. She is being stubborn. My eyes travel down to her knee, seeing she is lifting the pressure off her knee. I roll my eyes as I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her down onto my lap.
     ''Cillian-'' ''I noticed you were lifting the pressure off your knee,'' I speak swiftly, looking her in the eyes. Her cold expression seems to melt as her shoulders slump. I don't know what is with her, it is fading. She wiggles her ass to get comfortable, however, I am getting hard. She continues to wiggle until I firmly hold her still with my hands.
     ''Your phone is poking me,'' she whispers, laying back on my chest. I feel a wave of heat spread across my body. I turn toward her ear as I say: ''That is not my phone, love.'' She gasps, turning to look at me. Her shock fades into a mischief expression as she purposely rocks her hips. My grip around her waist tightens as a sinister smile graces her lips. I try my best not to groan, but at this moment, she is driving me over the edge.
     ''Payback,'' she mouthes and arches an eyebrow. The woman she is.