This is pure fictional work. So please, don't be offended by the inconsistencies with reality. Plus, my English is not perfect because I'm French but I'm working really hard on it so you ever want to suggest any corrections or help, or just talking...
Tom stayed on the set just for two weeks because he only had a few scenes to shoot and then he'd to return to London while Sasha stayed in Manchester to finalize this season's shooting.
Tom spent his time to send her texts, selfies, and as soon as they could, they called each other to skype.
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When the shooting finally came to the end, Tom flew back to Manchester to spend just the last day and night with all the Peaky Blinders crew and to celebrate the end of the shoot at the wrap party. He would fly back to London the next day with Sasha.
He finally found Sasha in the dressing room during the early afternoon. His hand moved from the small of her back to brush some errant hair from her eyes. She couldn't stop her eyes from closing as his fingertips brushed her forehead. When she opened her eyes they landed on a sweet smile. He leaned in close to her ear to whisper: «You look so fucking beautiful, you're perfect.»
Tom was still smiling down at her and he tightened his arm around her waist as she felt him smile against her cheek.
«You are handsome too, Mr. Hardy. And I missed you a lot.» She put her arms around his neck and he ran his hands down the tops of her arms over her shoulders and down her back, his hands finally resting on her butt, squeezing her thigh. The ache inside her was fantastic at this point. She played with his hair at the nape of his neck and felt a small shiver under her fingertips. He gently pulled her head to his chest and rested his chin on her head. Sasha took an arm and slide it under his and grabbed his shoulder from behind. It was as they were trying to be completely tangled together. He let out a low moan and she dug her fingertips harder into his shoulder. They couldn't get close enough to each other when suddenly, an assistant called Sasha's name to urge her on the set, and it was as if the spell was broken.
Tom started to get frustrated that every time he tried to have a moment apart with Sasha, she was asked to the set because makeup needed done or pictures taken. He was here to enjoy her company and it bothered him that he couldn't get any time with her before the after shot party. ________
The party was going strong all night. Everybody was enjoying themselves, dancing and laughing as drinks were flowing. Tom had been admiring Sasha all night, his urge growing stronger, his need building for her. Her emerald sequin dress, her high heels, and her perfume has combined to lay waste to his defenses. He was past the point of no return when Sasha sat down in front of him as he was talking with some people. Sasha picked a cherry out of her cocktail glass and put the stem in her pretty mouth, staring at Tom. Her mouth started to work back and forth before she stuck out her tongue. On the end of it, there was the cherry stem tied into a neat knot. Tom's brain was trying to figure out what her tongue did to accomplish that trick but the only thing he could think about was how bad he wanted to explore her oral acrobatics right now.
