THE HOLLAND BOYS AND HARRISON OSTERFIELD IMAGINES

"Sit in my lap." / "Really? Right now?" - Tom Holland Imagine (prompt)

Written By: @/bby-calum

prompt: 53 - “Sit in my lap.”

              97 - “Really? Right now?

word count: 583

The grey sky filled with black rainclouds grumbled restlessly. The rain hammered down onto the roof of Tom’s trailer, sounding as if it was causing dints in the metal above as you were wringing out your wet clothes. You and Tom were the only actors needed on set today, so the trailer park was pretty quiet. Filming had been put on hold until the rain held off, and you were gathering your stuff ready to leave since that would probably be tomorrow. You hadn’t brought any spare clothes to replace your wet ones, so Tom offered you some of his. He threw you a towel to dry your dripping hair when the lights went out. You peaked outside the small window, noticing that the power had been cut.

“This storm is really bad, huh?” Tom though aloud, and right on cue, a flash of lightning ripped through the sky. It was still daylight, but the thick clouds made everything dark. Tom found a flashlight in one of his drawers, switching it on so he could find you some clothes. “Here you go,” he passed you some sweatpants and a hoodie.

You were about to thank him, but the knock at the door interrupted you. Tom opened the door, and the assistant stood under the large golf umbrella informed you that due to the power outage, the electric gates surrounding the area you were filming in had failed. They couldn’t be opened, so you were to stay in your trailers until further notice.

“Guess we’re stuck here then,” Tom shrugged, making himself comfortable on the sofa that leant against the trailer wall. You joined him, snuggling into the large hoodie he had given you to wear. “Do you wanna run some lines?” You agreed, and ran through a few scenes a couple of times together, including one where your characters were meant to kiss.

“Sit in my lap.” Tom instructed.
“Okay I’m pretty sure that’s not in the script, Tom.”
He gave you a cocky smile. “Oh it’s not? My mistake.” You felt slightly flustered, you’d never seen Tom as anything other than a friend before, yet here you were, your heart racing at a quicker pace than usual, an ache apparent between your thighs at the thought of sitting across his toned legs. “Shame.” Was he flirting? “Are we going to rehearse the kiss too?”
“Are you flirting with me, Tom?” He put his hand to his chest, mocking a shocked look on his face, before that cocky smile returned. “You are flirting.Really? Right now? We’re meant to be working,” you teased.
“Well technically, I think- I think, they dismissed us from set, so we’re not actually meant to be doing anything work related.” Tom sent you a suggestive look.
You opened your mouth, about to say something, but the lights came back on, taking you by surprise. You heard the same assistant from before shouting outside saying everybody was free to go home since the gates were now open. 
“Guess I’ll be going then,” you stood up from the sofa. “Thanks for the clothes, I’ll get them back to you tomorrow.”
“Wait you’re just going to leave?” Tom sounded shocked, he thought he had you in the palm of his hand. You shrugged, teasing him a little.
“Yeah.” With that, you left his trailer, leaving him sat on his sofa. He laughed in disbelief to himself. Had you rejected him? Or were you just playing the long game? Tom couldn’t decide.