Oneshots by worldoftom [t.h. x female]

Rapture

Summary: "You look hot and I'm trying not to kiss you senseless right now."

Words: 2,876

Warnings: fluff, kissing, hints of smut, mentions of the GQ photoshoot

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You have to admit. You have been excited for this day pretty much since Tom told you he had scored this job. It's a major hit for him in terms of exposure, not to mention that it's his third (maybe fourth?) cover of this year alone.

As for you-

Well, you may have to wait a few weeks, but you're definitely going to get yourself an extra copy, aside from the one Tom will probably get you from his deal with the magazine. This extra one will be just for yourself. You're thinking about adding little notes on the side to keep you inspired when you really miss him.

Like you did today because when he got up, the sun was barely poking through the horizon, leaving you behind with half cold sheets and a fluffy pillow that thankfully smelled like him. Soon after, the scent was mixed with yours, the imprint of his body was no longer warm, and it was like he hadn't even been there at all, so you got up to get ready for work.

The day was rough, to say the least, with a few customer complaints and people needing you to do this and that even though you could have done it all much faster without them breathing down your neck. And your boss seemed to have forgotten that you were supposed to have a shorter lunch break so you could leave 30 minutes earlier to meet Tom, so when you left, you felt like she hated you even more despite that you'd warned her beforehand.

All in all, you need this little treat you're sure you're about to receive.

It's half five and you're just arriving to the location where Tom told you he would spend the whole day. The minute you walk inside the building, though, and Tom's assistant rushes you inside with a quick apology, you realize your stressful day isn't over yet. Apparently, the team is running late, for a reason he doesn't tell you and you obviously don't ask. Instead, you remain in silence as you're led through corridors and high-ceiling halls into a room that seems to be where Tom changes outfits for the shoot.

This makes you a tiny bit more excited. Your original plan was to sneak in cautiously in the hopes of seeing something that wouldn't make the final photos or the behind the scenes video that was planned to be released.

Unfortunately, though, your dreams are shot down. Your instructions are to not leave the room, to wait for Tom to come to you when he can, which is something a lot stricter than you expected. In any other photoshoot you've visited over time, you've always been allowed to peek just a little bit, but not today.

You chuckle at the high level of secrecy that seems to come with every single one of Tom's contracts recently, but for now, you can't do anything other than hang out and wait.

There's a really quiet assistant-like dude with you in the room, sitting in an inexplicably large armchair, but he's all crouched over his phone while sometimes watching you from under his eyelashes.

"Y'all right, mate?" you decide to ask, breaking the silence with the idea of striking up a conversation.

The only response is a grunt before the guy looks back into his phone. Wow.

"Very well, then," you mumble, trying not to be overheard, and keep yourself occupied by browsing the warm-looking garments chosen for today.

You knew this was going to be a fall/winter photoshoot, which sounds ridiculous when today is reportedly the hottest day in the country's history. At a second glance, you can't help but feel slightly underdressed in your off-shoulders bodysuit tucked into a pair of jean shorts amongst all these coats and three piece suits.