Steamy Love (Tom Hiddleston x Reader)

Chapter 1: Extra Towels

(Warnings: Light Swearing, light smut buildup)

"God, I'm just so desperate to feel your lips on mine.." Tom's deep voice spoke, his tone soft to stay quiet. Your bodies were so close to each other. You were in his bed, your noses lightly nuzzling together, your lips just barely apart. He was panting. He wanted this. He wanted you.

...
How did this happen, again?

You were a streamer on Twitch with a fairly large fanbase. You were gifted with the rare case of being a respected female streamer in the community. You've never really said or done anything controversial, thankfully. That probably helped.
You loved streaming, and had recently been partnered just about a month ago. Things were really looking up for you.
While you loved your job, you still had yet to live out your dream. Your dream of acting in a show or a film. You had a background of theater behind you, specifically musicals, but you never pursued it in college.

You were really hoping an opportunity would arise, though you haven't been waiting around for it. You've been actively signing up for and going to auditions for the last couple weeks, ever since you got partnered, yet you haven't recieved any call backs just yet. Your last audition was just a couple days ago for a romantic film that still has yet to be titled. It sounded like a basic love story, "two unsuspecting people fall in love", that sort of thing.
Hey, it's no 'Marvel', but it's a start.

Just as the afternoon was going by and the sun was already setting, you were fixing up your equipment so the wires wouldn't get all tangled. You felt a sudden urge of productivity to clean, plus no one likes tangled wires.
You heard your phone start to buzz in your back pocket. You stood up straight and slipped it out, answering the call without reading the Caller ID.

"Hello?" You spoke first.
"Hey! This is Y/N, right?" A voice spoke. It was one of the judges from the last audition you did!
"Oh! Y-Yeah, It is! How are you?" You asked, though you weren't sure why you asked how he was. You were caught off guard. You probably just wanted to sound polite and professional.
The man on the phone let out a friendly little chuckle. "I'm feeling alright. I bring good news! We've accepted you as the role of Mary!" He chirped.

You did it.
You actually did it.
You got the part!

"W-Wow! That's amazing! Thank you so much!" It was hard to contain your excitement. This was finally your moment to make your dreams come true. This was going to be your first real role. You've only ever been used to support, silent roles in theater. This would be different.
After a talk about the script and what not, you ended the call with a positive ring in your voice. The role you had landed was the leading lady that would end up falling in love with the main male character. You weren't sure who got that part just yet. You forgot to ask the man on the phone during the call.

Either way, you were set to fly out to L.A. and stay there during the weekend to meet some of the writers and cast members, as well as your future rom/com partner. That gave you at least 3 days to prepare and pack for the trip. You were kinda hoping he was hot, though how could he not be? Classic rom/com films usually have hot Male leads. At least 98% of the time.
Not that looks matter, but hey, maybe in the future you'd start seeing gifs of you and your leading Male actor all close together during parts of the film. It's a pretty 'sex positive' film, after all. There's gonna be a couple steamy bits.
What a role to start your career, huh?

You went to bed early, and it seemed like the whole rest of the week went by in a sudden flash, as you found yourself on your short flight to Los Angeles. You were excited, to say the least. You couldn't wait to meet all of the people you'd get to work with. You made sure to make a little update status on Twitter that your Saturday stream may be delayed or completely scrapped, depending on what the day has in store for you. You had a very nice community. They were even proud of you for getting hired for that role.
The film wasn't meant to be too long. You were told it could potentially be under an hour, but the director was very good at telling a great story in short amounts of time.
You planned to give all you had to for this project. This was your big moment, and you weren't going to let it slip.

You enjoyed the window view from the plane for your plane ride, arriving in L.A. in just a couple of hours, though by the time you got there, it would be well into the night.
A hotel room just a drive away from the airport already had a room waiting for you. A quick taxi drive got you there in a couple minutes, some of the staff in the hotel helping you with bringing your things up into your room. It was a cozy little room with a big double bed, and a beautiful view of the city.

Once you tipped the staff for helping you with your things, you moved to the big window at the end of the room to look out at the view. You almost couldn't believe that you were here, that this was actually happening. What could possibly make this better?

There was a little knock at your door.
You looked back at the door from the window, tilting your head as you got up. You just arrived. How would anyone know you're here? Maybe it's the cleaning service?
"Hello?" You spoke as you moved to the door, noticing the little peep hole you could use to see who was on the other side. You didn't use it quite yet.
"H-Hello?" A male's voice spoke from the other side. He didn't sound American. He had an accent.
You perched yourself up slightly to look through the hole, seeing a sharply dressed man with short hair, giving a slightly embarrassed glance behind him. He didn't know you could see him. You couldn't help but feel like you've...seen him somewhere before.

"Hi there, um, I couldn't help but notice you've just arrived here and...uhh..." He cleared his throat a bit. "My room doesnt have any towels. I'm literally just across from you. Do you have any extra towels?" He asked. He's definitely not American. Maybe he's from the UK?
You pulled back from the door so you could unlock it and open it for him.
Holy shit.
He was much taller than he appeared through that little door hole, though it certainly didn't do him justice. He was a fine looking man. You could tell he had a lot of class.

You two locked eyes for a moment, his light blue eyes meeting yours. There was a slight silence before you gave a little smile.
"Let me just check my bathroom." You spoke, moving away from the door to go to the little bathroom in one of the corners of the room. You checked under the little sink cabinet, finding an extra white towel. You came back out of the room with it, handing it to the gentleman.
He seemed very relieved to see the towel in your hand, a big smile stretching along his thin lips, showing his purely white teeth for a slight moment.
"You're an absolute life saver." The man spoke, carefully taking the towel. "I owe you for this."
"Nah, don't worry about it.." You smiled again. "Its just a towel."
"Maybe, but at least now I get to have a shower.." He replied, resting the towel under his arm so he could holding his other one out.
"My name is Tom.."
"Nice to meet you, Tom.." You shook his hand. His hand was soft. "I'm Y/N."

"Well, I hope to see you around, Y/N." Tom smiled. "Perhaps I can return this kind gesture after my meeting tomorrow."
You were almost tempted to ask what he did, but it was getting late. He probably wanted to go have that shower.
Wait.
Did he flirt with you?
Fuck--
Is that what flirting is?

"We'll see.." You returned the kind smile, getting a little goodbye wave from him before you closed your door.
You still couldn't figure out why, but he seemed so familiar. Was he in a dream of yours or something? That natural British tone was definitely familiar.
Perhaps it'll slip from the tip of your tongue one day. For now, you need to get some rest.
You have a big day tomorrow.