Dusty (Tom Hiddleston /Reader)

Read to me? Cook with me?

The months go by.
Tom and I have become good friends. He talks to me as I work and I sometimes stay late to watch a movie with him.
He is kind and everything I would want in a man, but he is just my friend. That's the way it is.

Tom is sitting in the corner reading. As I work my way through the library cleaning.
I catch him looking at me out of the corner of my eye.

"So Tom, what book are we devouring today?"

He lets out a laugh "Just rereading some Shakspere."

"Could you read out loud? My iPod died a little bit ago, and its to quiet in here."

His eyes light up as he smiles.
"As you wish, Dusty."

The nickname stuck with me and I loved it. It let me know he cared and thought of me as a friend.

"Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love." His accent so calming I feel my eyes close to concentrate on his voice.

He continued to read as I worked and after some time, I was done.

"Sorry, it took me a little longer to finish. I just got sucked into your reading. I never understood Shakspere, but I think I like it now" I laugh as we walk outside

"Glad I could change your mind." He says as he goes to help me put my cleaning equipment in my car.

Shutting the trunk our eyes lock.

He licked his lips and let out a sigh. "You want to stay for dinner?"

His question takes me off guard but i quickly compose myself.

"Sure," I reply.

"Great!" He says excitedly.

We go back inside and he starts cooking something that smells fabulous. I help by chopping vegetables and he works on the meat.

As I butter the noodles I can't help but notes that we work so perfectly together in the kitchen. Like a beautiful dance, we just flow.

Tom gets out some wine and I finish plating.
When I come into the dining room he is lighting candles.

"What are you doing?" I smile at him.

"Sorry. Too much?" He askes, acting like he got caught doing something wrong

I let out a laugh "A little... But I like it."

Tom pulls out my seat for me and we start to enjoy the amazing meal.

"(Y/N)? Im going to New York for a few weeks. To be in a play"

"Oh, I can take care of Bobby if you need," I say as I sip my wine.

"I was actually going to ask if you wanted to come with me." He says unsure of himself

"Tom, I couldn't. I can't. I... It's not right. Im just your housekeeper, I should not even be here now." I ramble.

"You're also my friend, and I really would like someone to be with when I'm not on stage. Please? You'll have your own hotel room." He gives me that face, the one that is pulling at my heartstrings.

I feel my cheeks go red.

"Ok."

He gets up from his chair and hugs me. His lips touch my cheek, and I feel the butterfly that lived in my stomach go ballistic.

"Thank you, this will be so fun." He beams.

"To New York," I say raising my glass.

"To New York."