Another update! Told you guys this fic was on my list. Hope you like! I finally have a plot for the rest of the fic.

Chapter Nine

"Well, good morning Toronto, it's eight-thirty here in the studio..." Jude woke with a start, clutching at the duvet. She rolled over, and in a brief moment of surprise she gasped at the sleeping body next to her, before the events of the previous night caught up with her. She exhaled slowly, and got out of bed, careful not to disturb Tommy.

She hit the off-button on her alarm-clock, which was still yapping cheerfully, and reached for her bath-robe. Then she switched on her coffee-maker before going to take a shower.

The water was scalding hot - Jude felt dizzy as she emerged from the bathroom ten minutes later. She wrapped her hair in a towel and pulled on some sweats, before making her way into the kitchen, where a grinning Tommy and a cup of coffee greeted her.

"Good morning," Tommy said, handing her the mug. "You know, for a moment there I thought you'd loved me and left me." Jude smiled, and sipped the hot beverage.

"Never," she replied. "You think I'd leave Tommy Quincey alone in my apartment?" Tom laughed, just as the toaster popped. Jude raised an eyebrow.

"Hey," he said. "It hasn't been that long - I still know where you keep your bread. And I also know that all you're having for breakfast is that black coffee." Jude watched as Tom moved towards the fridge and pulled out the butter.

"O.K then," Jude retaliated. "I know that you put butter on one slice of toast, jelly on the other, and then sandwich them together." Seconds later, Tom did exactly that. She smiled in satisfaction, and he took a bite.

"We need to discuss what happened last night," he announced, after swallowing. "I mean, we didn't exactly talk last night..." He cleared his throat, and Jude remembered guiltily the trail of clothes leading from the door she needed to pick up.

"Right," she agreed. "What did that kiss mean, precisely?"

"For me, it meant what I said to you before it," Tom answered. "I want us to get back together."

Jude considered this. "There's the little problem of Finn..." she argued. "Who kind of thinks that we - that's him and me - are dating." Tom snorted into his coffee.

"But do you want to be dating him?" he asked. "Or do you want to be dating me?"

Jude chewed her lip anxiously. "I want to be dating you," she decided. Tom grinned, and took another bite of his toast. "But here's another question - do we tell the press? Or even Pierre?"

Tom ran a finger around his mouth to collect the debris of butter and jelly. "No," he said eventually. "I think we should keep this quiet as long as we can."

Jude nodded. "Good idea," she said. "So not even Pierre?" Tom shook his head. "Right, not even Pierre."

Jude sipped her coffee thoughtfully. She was back together with Tommy - or at least that was what she thought had happened. She was now one half of Jommy again. She shuddered. Jommy. What a lame name.

"I'm going to take a shower," Tom declared, suddenly, and he stood up. He leant in to kiss her - Jude puckered, ready to kiss him back - and then it seemed like he thought better of it. He bobbed again, and finally Jude reached forward and held his face in her hands, kissing him lightly. "Thanks," he said. "Wasn't sure if it was acceptable or not this early in the morning."

"It's always acceptable," she replied, before kissing him again. "Have a nice shower."

"I'll be missing you the whole time," he said, and Jude mock-punched him.

"Chee-sy," she moaned. He grinned. "Get on with it. Are we gonna go to the studio together? Or seperately?"

"Together," Tom decided. "I like to live life on the edge." He blew her a kiss and then disappeared into the bathroom. Jude leapt up from her chair and raced into the bedroom. She needed to look flawless within ten minutes. It was going to be a challenge.


"Tom," Jude hissed, as his fingers snaked across her lap to link with hers. "We're 'not a couple', remember?"

They were in the limo, and the divider between the chauffeur and them wasn't up. He could see everything - and Jude didn't trust him. He could go to the press with information at any time.

"Will you excuse us, Jenkins?" Tom called, and he pressed a button so that the divider rose upwards. "Will you relax now?"

"No," Jude replied stubbornly. "You were the one who wanted to keep us a secret." Tom took hold of her fingers and kissed them.

"We're going to be fine, Jude," he said. "I only want to keep us a secret because it'll be easier. It's not because I don't want to show the world how much I love you."

Jude nuzzled into his neck and inhaled his aftershave. He always smelled so good, it calmed her instantly. "I love you too," she replied. The car jerked to a stop. "We're at the studio," she whispered.

"Is today a Jake-Remy scene?" Tom asked. Jude searched her memory.

"Yes," she answered. "Isn't today where Jake and Remy make out in the closet as Allison walks past unsuspectingly?"

Tom frowned. "Yeah." He tucked a curl behind Jude's ear. "Don't forget to look disgusted with me whenever we're off-set. That's the way you normally are - and that way, no-one will suspect a thing."

"I do not look disgusted," Jude disputed, but before she could say anything else, Jenkins opened the passenger door.

"Go to hair and make-up," Tommy ordered teasingly. "And be good."

"Am I ever anything but?" Jude asked, as she was led away from the limo. Tom raised an eyebrow.

"I refuse to answer that question."