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

Lizzie & Maks

Tom's days on the movie set were a whirlwind of activity, yet they felt monotonous without Natasha. Each scene, though demanding and intricate, couldn't hold his full attention. His mind often drifted to the last time he saw her, the way she moved, the sound of her laughter. The clapperboard's snap would bring him back the on the present, but between takes, he found himself staring off into the distance, lost in thoughts of her.

Lizzie, his co-star, had noticed his distracted demeanor. One afternoon, as they were packing up after a long day of filming, she approached him with a curious look. "Hey, Tom," she said, handing him a cup of tea. "You've been a bit off lately. Where's your mind these days?"

Tom sighed, taking a sip from the cup. He glanced around the set, making sure they weren't within earshot of anyone else. "It's just the workload." He said with a small smile. "All these long hour are getting to me."

Lizzie raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Come on, Tom. You've worked on tougher sets than this, and you were fine." She said. "It's something different. What is it?"

Tom shrugged, trying to play it off. "Nothing serious. Just tired, that's all."

But Lizzie wasn't buying it. She leaned in closer, her eyes narrowing. "You're a terrible liar, you know that? Spill it. What's really going on."

Tom hesitated, but Lizzie's persistent gaze finally wore him down. "Alright, alright." He admitted with a sheepish grin. "I think I might have fallen in love."

Lizzie's face lit up with intrigue. "Fallen in love? With who? Do I know her?"

Tom rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a bit awkward. "You know how I'm working on that dancing show? Dancing with the Stars?"

Lizzie nodded, urging him to continue.

"Well, my dance partner, Natasha. She's... incredible. I can't stop thinking about her."

Lizzie leaned back in her chair, a knowing smile on her face. "Oh, you've got it bad."

Tom chuckled. "Yeah, guess I do. It's been tough not seeing her for the last week. Filming's been so demanding, and all I want is to spend more time with her."

"Why don't you go, visit her at work or something? Surprise her!" Lizzie suggested. "I'm sure she'd love that."

Tom nodded, considering the idea. "You're right. I'll go see her tomorrow. Thank you."

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The next day, Tom wrapped up his scenes early and made his way to the dance studio. As he quietly entered, he saw Natasha dancing to a slow Russian song, her movements as graceful and mesmerizing as ever. For a moment, he just stood there, watching her, a smile spreading across his face.

When she finally noticed him, she squealed with delight, her eyes lit up and she ran to him, jumping into his open arms. Tom caught her effortlessly, her lithe frame fitting perfectly against his. He breathed in her familiar scent as she wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing tightly. He could feel her heart racing against his chest, and the warmth of her embrace was comforting, melting away the weeks distance. "I missed you." he murmured into her ear.

"I missed you too." Natasha replied, pulling back slightly to look at him. "Did you finish filming already?"

"Not yet. I just couldn't stay away any longer." Tom said with a playful wink.

Without missing a beat, Tom took her hand in his, leading her onto the dance floor. They began dancing, moving in sync as if they were one. Tom felt the connection between them grow stronger with each step, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music.