A Stroll in the Park (Tom Hiddleston X Fem Reader)

Friends Crossing Lines

TW-  just straight up porn ngl

Days passed, weeks passed, and along with it all; work passed. Filming had moved to Australia for the scenes on Sakkar, the jet lag was almost unbearable in the first few days. It was all fairly run of the mill, you'd gotten fully into the swing of the way things worked on set and had made friends with a lot of people there too. Things with Tom couldn't be better, you spent most evenings together and he was seeming more relaxed at work. He made constant teasing jokes at you in front of colleagues, a lot of them were 99% sure something was going on between you two but it was never addressed head on.  

There was one slight hiccup between you two involving Ewan, who had also taken to making teasing jokes at you but considering that you weren't actually sleeping with him, it was certainly less welcome. It had reached a head when he had barged into your trailer one day.

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"Ewan!" you screeched as the door swung open. It had been quite peaceful beforehand, lunch had just rolled around and Tom had suggested that you could eat together so he'd gone to get food for both of you. 

"Right, I'm sick of this" he stated, not bothering to shut the door behind him "Do you like me?"

"Well yeah..." you started, extremely cautiously as he had gotten himself into a right state and was scarier than you'd imagined when feeling... whatever he was feeling right now "but in the same way I like Jill, or Marie y'know? You're my friend" you finish. Gentle but firm, couldn't have gone better.

"Yeah...alright...well" he sputtered, pacing around the small area like a distressed animal in a cage, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his nostrils seeming to flare slightly "No ,sorry, that's not good enough"

"Not good enough?" you repeat in slight disbelief "what would you prefer?" 

He decided to answer this question for you by striding towards you, his legs carrying from where he was standing to right in front of you within less than a second. Ewan's hands hook on to the back of your neck and pull you into a kiss. He clutched on to you, giving you no room to pull away and presses his body into yours, walking you backwards into your dressing table. You place your palms on his chest, pushing against him, not thinking to do anything else as you were still in a slight state of shock, all while his tongue pushed into your mouth.  

Despite your continued failed attempts to get him off of you, the one thing that did shift him was a man clearing his throat by the door, someone neither of you had noticed enter. Ewan takes his mouth away from you to look up but doesn't let go of you, keeping you close to him. 

Tom stood with two take-away cups of coffee and two polystyrene boxes, his figure filling the doorway that was yet to fully enter. His silhouette was made more prominent by the leather/cape combo paired with his wig, making his presence more intimidating than if he had appeared in jeans and a t-shirt. 

"Should I come back later?" he asks, his voice a mixture of anger and hurt but it was difficult to tell which was more prominent. 

You and Ewan shout out in unison, you telling Tom to stay and Ewan telling him to get lost. Thankfully Tom seemed to be looking to you for instructions. 

You take the opportunity to push Ewan off fully, putting your whole weight behind it to ensure he would get the idea. Tom mills about in the background, placing down the cups and boxes for the both of you, staying as quiet as he could. Ewan had a look of irritation painted on his face as he watches Tom get things ready for your lunch. 

"Tom mate, you couldn't give us a minute could you?" he asks him "we're sort of in the middle of something here" 

"You kissed me out of nowhere and didn't stop even though I was pushing you away, what makes you think that he's the one interrupting?" you demand, wanting  him to realise how mental he was being