The Waitress

Riding out the storm

The near miss or was that "near kiss", wasn't mentioned again that afternoon. It was the room's prancing pachyderm and wasn't going to be repeated.

They were adults.

They had control.

Okay, mainly they had a chaperone. Part of Melody felt relieved but another part, the teen with the crush on the movie poster pin-up boy, was a touch disappointed but she was a big girl. She'd get over it.

Anyway, she figured that some of her attraction was to what he was, not who he was and that wasn't fair on either of them. Though he was easy on the eye and, from what she saw already, charming and she had a unique opportunity not to just meet him or have him sign an autograph or something superficial but to get to know him, to talk to him and with him, to become his friend.

Lots of people met Tom Hiddleston but not many got the chance to know him.

It wasn't quite so easy for Tom well it was, but he was prone to over complicating situations at least in his own brain space.

After coming close, so fucking close to kissing her he was grappling with his own pretty base emotions which he hoped he'd hidden under a smooth exterior.

It wasn't really working.

He had to call in the big guns and excused himself from the room to go shower but didn't, couldn't, have the warm shower that Mells had in the unit's main bathroom. No despite the slight chill from outside (the rain was surprisingly warm - much warmer than English rain and a hell of a lot bigger) Tom turned the shower in his lavish ensuite to cold until shaking hands and blue lips got the better of him.

She was gorgeous but they'd set boundaries.

One his mind was happy with.

It was nice to have a friend, friends, here so far from home.

Rationally he knew that rationally his mind was good with that, more than good. She was fascinating and interesting and fun and just what he needed while he was out here. Like another sister.

Yeah, another sister.

Well, that's what his brain was classing her as.

His body.

God his body had its own ideas though.

He wanted to nail her to the wall and he wasn't even sure where the urge had come from but they weren't exactly the thoughts a brother should ever ever have for a sister and the cold water only staved off the inevitable..

The moment the water warmed up, his vivid imagination ran away with him again until his hand was forced to intervene in the matter.

He hoped she didn't hear him take his pleasure, take himself in hand and give himself a good seeing to. A very good seeing to.

No, she didn't need that. It would be awkward and he didn't want that with her. They had really had minimal contact but already they were anything but awkward, something that rarely happened for him, to find someone that he could be himself straight away and she liked it, got it, understood him. No, he didn't want to lose that. Look he didn't know her but what he was starting to see, he liked. In a way, he thought he saw a mirror of himself.

But it was early days.

More than anything, she was fun.

He needed fun.

She was smart.

He needed that too.

So, Tom was the perfect host when he dried and dressed and joined her and Liam in the kitchen. She was watching Lee make tea and chatting, wearing one of Tom's shirts - way too long and a pair of Liam's track pants - she wasn't sexy.