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A Tom Hiddleston fanfic. Contains smut, sns I didn't believe it when they told me. But it's real. I'm here. "So, did you enjoy the dance?" Tom winks. I laugh feeling my cheeks starting to burn. "I did actually." Tom is getting closer, pulling me in once more. His hand is resting on my lower back. There is no music here, but we don't need it. Slowly we dance until I have my back pressed to the wall of the elevator. "I did too." Tom whispers. We are so close, and his eyes are fixated on my lips. Like on a cue, we both go in for a kiss at the same time. It's a soft and delicate kiss until I wrap my arm around his neck. He speeds it up, tickling my lips with his tongue. I can taste the sweet hint of alcohol. He is pressing his body to mine now, and I just want him to keep kissing me like this. Y/n is a New York girl who's lucky enough to have landed a role in a new series. Whom other than Tom Hiddleston is the leading role in the series? They quickly grow fond of each other and one thing leads to another. They keep things low profile though, but rumors are quick to spread about them anyways. And with that comes the hate. For both. Tom is put in a bad light as well, which creates new problems. Y/n is only half of Hiddleston's age, and he is being accused of all sorts of things. How does this affect the feelings the two are growing for each other? How will they deal with this, and does their "relationship" ever find it's way out in the open? Warnings: • Age gap (19 years) • Mentioning of assault • Smut • Explicit language
1. Dance with me
