Dancing with Love (a Tom Hiddleston fanfiction) -Book 1-

...my dear Tasha

(a month later)

Tom and Natasha had been training together for a week now, their sessions filled with hard work, laughter, and the growing bond between them. The dance studio had become their second home, a safe space where they could turn off the outside world and focus solely on the graceful art of dancing. Each day brought new challenges and triumphs, and with every passing hour, Tom felt himself becoming more comfortable in this not-so-familiar environment of a dancing world.

Despite the progress they were making, Tom's mind was often elsewhere, torn between his commitment to the reality show and his unfinished business on the set of "I Saw the Light". He had only a handful of scenes left to film, crucial moments that required his complete attention and dedication. The director had been understanding of his need to step away temporarily, but Tom knew he couldn't delay his return much longer without jeopardizing the production schedule.

During one of their breaks, Natasha noticed the distant look in Tom's eyes and the slight tension in his posture. She had seen it before over the past few days and had been waiting for him to open up, but her concern had grown too much to stay silent.

"Thomas." She said gently, touching his arm to get his attention. "Is everything okay? I noticed you've been troubled by something these past few days."

Tom looked at her momentarily caught off guard by her perceptiveness. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I've been thinking about returning to the set for a bit. I've got only a few scenes left to shoot, and I really need to wrap things up before we dive deeper into our training."

Natasha's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. "Oh, so you're planning to ditch me already? And here I thought we were getting somewhere with your two left feet." She winked playfully, making Tom let out a heartfelt laugh.

"But seriously, I understand. They can't finish the film without you. Just promise me you'll take care of yourself and not overdo it, okay?"

Tom smiled, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "I promise. And I'll be back in the studio before you know it. Can't leave my favorite dance partner hanging, can I?"

"You better not, or I'll drag you back myself." She grinned.

"Alright, deal. I'll call them after we finish here." Tom took a sip from his water bottle and took Natasha's hand leading her into the middle of the dance floor.

The walls lined with mirrors reflected their every move as Natasha perfected Tom's dance skills, focusing on his posture and hand placement far various moves. The studio was filled with the soft strains of a waltz, the music wrapping around them and setting a rhythm that was both soothing and intimate. The air was thick with concentration and a hint of something more, a palpable tension that had been growing between them.

"Remember to keep your back straight and shoulders relaxed." Nat instructed, her voice a blend of patience and encouragement. She stepped closer, her fingers lightly grazing his arm as she adjusted his posture. Tom's heart raced as he looked into her emerald eyes, captivated by the way her dark brown hair gently fell over her shoulders, framing her face. He could feel the warmth of her touch, the closeness of her body making it hard to focus on anything else.

She moved his hand into position on her back and Tom's breath caught. Her proximity, the scent of her parfume, and the graceful way she moved made it nearly impossible for him to concentrate. He found himself leaning in, his gaze dropping to her lips, and his free hand making its way to the back of her neck. The world around them seemed to blur, their lips millimeters from each other.