Tom Holland imagines

She's just shy

"I like having you here," Tom murmured into Y/N's mouth, their lips mere millimetres apart.

Y/N closed that tiny gap to kiss him again gently, grinning into him.

"I like being here," she whispered.

"I'm glad," Tom chuckled.

"Though I'm going back to work," she added.

"What? No you're not."

"I am," she insisted. "I hate just sitting around here all day waiting for you to have some free time," she pouted. Tom pecked her lips again and rolled his eyes.

"So sit in on meetings - you always have valid input and it's always appreciated." Tom pointed out.

"No, no, I can't do that," Y/N immediately declined, shaking her head and dropping her gaze furhter.

"What? Why not?"

"Because that's too many people, Tommy," she whined.

"You're so cute when you're shy," he laughed gently, holding her tighter.

"Shut up," Y/N groaned.

There was a knock on Tom's office door and Tom groaned.

"Yeah?"

Y/N buried her face into Tom's neck as the door opened and someone who wasn't Harrison walked in, hiding her face from them. Tom's chest rumbled with low, quiet laughter and he rubbed her back comfortingly as he spoke to the man.

"You can't tell me you weren't adorable just then," Tom scoffed the moment the door closed again. Y/N raised her head and glared at Tom.

"Fuck off!"