Tom hiddleston one shots

Photoshoot

~~~Inspired by this photo-shoot~~~

"Okay team, were already running late so when he gets here its straight to hair and makeup. Wardrobe can wait." Your usually calm exterior was throw through the window and it could be sensed by the crew working close by you. You paced the floor frantically muttering to yourself "We only have an hour of good weather before the rain sets in so of course he's bloody late..." Just as you finished the door slammed shut and a tired and flustered Tom entered the room. Before he could even apologise the was thrust into a stylists chair and work began. 

Fifteen minutes later the crew was finally outside in a narrow street paved with black cabs and surrounded by old red brick buildings. Tom emerged from the crowd of people dressed in an olive cable knit jumper with a hint of a white collar appearing at the neck, black slim fit jeans that left just enough to the imagination, brown leather brogues with a matching belt all tied together perfectly with a tweed blazer. You desperately wanted to just stand and admire him but you were losing daylight. Literally. "Where do you want me?" you bit your tongue to abort your original response. "Just walking down the stairs over there but keep your interest here," He follows your orders and you raise the camera to focus on is tall frame. "perfect." You have him repeat this action a few times before you get the perfect shot. 

"Okay now take off the blazer and just hold it over your shoulder and walk towards the camera." It was hard to stay concentrated when his cute smile made an appearance as a gust of chilly air blew the blazer off his broad shoulder. You eventually got the picture, a profile shot of his masculine jawline speckled with a hint of a beard; his sharp features perfectly silhouetted  against the urban backdrop. You could have stared at it for hours but you felt a single raindrop hit your cheek. "Quickly now last one.". Tom was positioned on the back seat of a taxi; one leg on the pavement and his left hand draped over the top of the door. Due to your short stature you stood on a box to be able to get this shot from above. He laughed quietly to himself as you clambered onto the wooden box you had taken from the studio. "Tom!" you called to grab his attention, he switched back to a serious expression gazed softly into the lens. "More intense" you directed. He was always good at following orders. "fuck" you whispered as you could almost feel the smoulder through the camera. In the final picture Tom is looking straight down the lens with a devilish smirk plastered on his face proving that maybe your whisper wasn't as quiet as you hoped. 

You quickly gathered your thoughts and turned to the crew. "That's a wrap guys! And just in time." you stated and the skies opened and everyone scrambled to protect their equipment. You tucked the camera into your coat and rushed to get inside when suddenly the rain stopped above you. Looking up you saw Tom towering above you with a large black umbrella shielding you from the elements. "So how were the pictures?" he asked in his smooth voice. "You did good Hiddleston. I'll show you when we get back inside." you replied, your eyes fixed on the ground as you struggled to avoid stepping in deep puddles. You finally entered the studio and wiped your wet shoes on the rug, not that it made much of a difference as the floor was wet from all the equipment that was brought straight in. 

You took your time looking through the images you had captured. You nearly jumped when two large hands rested on your shoulders from behind. "Have i ever told you how cute you look when you're concentrating." Tom commented. "Well i could concentrate a lot more if you were not so distracting." Tom laughed and slipped into a chair next to you in front of the screen where his face was being displayed. Finally you reach that picture that caused a knot to form in your stomach when you saw it. "I think we should keep this one to ourselves." He whispered to you as he put back on the gold band around his finger he had kept in his wallet during the shoot. "And maybe when you get home." he started and laced his fingers with yours, "You can be the model." 

~~i keep saying im going to write more and never do. sorry~~