Will he Love me ? (A Tom Hiddleston/Benedict Cumberbatch story)

"I am flattered Hiddles"

*Tom POV*
I am going to loose my mind, I have just come in to the make-up room and found Ginny there alone, telling me that India is sick and has asked her to fill in, reasuring me she can do it.
And I don't doubt it, I am just so very afraid I will humiliate myself, that I might literally explode from the feeling of her hands in my hair, oh God I love it, but it kind of makes me want to have my way with her here and now, and that makes me feel bad.
And last night I had the most explicit dream about her, which isn't helping, it had been so vivid and so naugthy that I didn't think I would be able to even look at her.
Well it turned out that I was, but it brought on yet another very painful erection totally out of my control, and I am trying to hide that.
I actually manage to make it through her washing and drying my hair without making an utter fool of myself, still considering how to ask her out and if she will ever consider it, I mean she is just so damn perfect.
When she is done with my hair she leads me to the make-up chair, and comb my hair in place before starting on the make-up. "So are you coming to India's costume party tomorrow".
India has invited everyone to a big costume party on our night off. "Sure, are you going to be there ?"
She nods and then started to say something, but my mind is running wild trails, guessing what she is going to dress up as, I can't imagine her coming as something scary, maybe something sexy. I shake my head. "Sorry ?"
She giggle and repeat her question. "I asked what are you going to dress up as ?"
"Well, I was thinking about Indiana Jones, it would be quite easy, but I am not sure if I can pull it off". I say with a small shrug and she smiles. "Uhh I love Indiana Jones".
Okay, could she be any more perfect ? I just stare at her as she pulls back a bit, studying my face, it is a little awkward, but I must admit it is turning me on also.
"I can see it, I totally can". She says with a little mischievous smile, that makes me want to kiss her so badly it almost hurts.
When she is almost done with my make-up the lock on the chair snaps, and the chair swirls around, making me turn away from her, she lets out a frustrated sigh, and turn the chair back.
I thought she would just lock it again, but what she does is so much better and so much torture. She was already sitting on the counter in front of me, she just put her feet up on either side of me on the armrests, leaning forward to finish.
This is so not fair, those jeans are painted on her long slim legs, and I take myself in letting my eyes run up her thighs, I might also have groaned again, but frankly I don't care.
Then she takes her feet down and puts her legs together all to soon, I sigh, looking up at her. She is staring at my face, making my heart flutter. Suddenly she is slowly leaning down towards me, and my breath gets caught in my throat.
Is it finally happening, does she know how crazy I am about her by now ?and how long has she known ? Well right now all I really care about is that she is staring at my lips and coming closer.
I can't help closing my eyes, then I feel a brush on my lips, not her lips brushing my lips but an actual brush, as she applies a little more lip gloss to my lips.
I open my eyes to see her so very close to my face, she smiles and whispers. "Perfect". And I feel her warm minty breath on my face, and it just about kills me.
She pulls away and starts to put her things away, and when she bends over to pick something up, I can't help staring at her ass again, my eyes trail up her back and as I look in the mirror her eyes stares right into mine, shit she just caught me red handed.
I blush and jump out of the chair, suddenly stuttering like a kid. "I.. I am so so so so sorry Ginny, I.. I.. I, um... I should, should go now". And with that I practically sprint from the room like there was a fire.

I feel totally mortified, luckily I haven't seen Ginny while on stage, I would probably have falled over my own feet if I did. But the way our eyes met in the mirror was stuck in my head. How can I possibly face her after that ? What does she think about me now ? She probably think I am a pervert or a creep. She'll never give me a chance now.
In the pause she is suddenly in front of me, ready to fix my make-up, and I have to look at something behind her, I don't dare look her in the eyes.
"You know". She suddenly whisper so only I can hear her. "I was going to tell you to take a picture, because it will last you longer".
My eyes shoot to her face, but she isn't looking at me, and I know my eyes go wide thinking about what she just said, did she like me looking at her like that ?
She brushes a little loose powder from my cheek with her thumb, then she softly blows on it, her breath hitting my ear makes me shutter and I have to bite my lip not to groan in front of everyone again.
I feel like a hormonal teenager here, and I know I have to do something soon or I will go crazy, maybe the costume party will be the perfect time to make a move.
She looks into my eyes, sending me a naughty smile. "I am flattered Hiddles". And then she walks away, giving her hips that little extra sway, making me loose my cool and groan out loud to everyone else's amusement.