One Shots (Tom Hiddleston)

Stuck in an Elevator || Tom

"Darling, please-"

"I don't want to talk about it, Tom," you argue, pushing past him on the street.

You cross your arms tightly across your chest, keeping your coat close.

Tom continues to call after you, but you ignore him. When you look over your shoulder, you frown.

"I just want to be alone for a bit. Please."

You push open the door of your apartment building, a rush of warm air suddenly coming over you.

But you only make it right before the elevator before you've got to stop and wait for it to come. Tom touches your arm lightly as he reaches you, and you glare at him.

"I said I want to be alone," you snap gently, aware that anyone could walk in at any moment.

"But I don't want you to be alone," he says back.

You watch his face as he stares into your eyes. His thin lips are frowning deeply, and his eyebrows are raised, creating light lines in his forehead. He looks like a child when you look directly into his eyes, wide and innocent looking, and shiny. Are tears really threatening to spill from his eyes?

"Y/N, I'm really-"

The elevator door opens, and you both step aside to let the three people off of the lift.

You move forward quickly, hoping to leave him behind, but he gets on after you as you press the button.

"Tom, what the hell are you doing? Even when we get up there, I'll just lock you out of my apartment!"

The lift door slides shut, and you cross your arms again, scowling.

"I'm not about to give up on you."

"Look, I'll forgive you. But I just want to be alone," you say, empathizing the word 'alone'.

He reached towards you again, but you hit his hand away. Then the lift suddenly stops abruptly, causing the both of you to nearly lose your balance, and grab the railings. You do lose your balance, and your knees hit the lifts floor.

You let out a small yelp, and you hear Tom say your name.

The lights flicker, the lift stays stopped, but the doors don't open.

Your heart thumps in your chest at a wild pace as your hands tightly grip the railing still.

Tom lightly holds your arms and helps you up, frowning. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I just... wasn't expecting it." You gently push yourself away from him and walk to the emergency call button. You push it.

"The lift has stopped," you say as soon as the building manager picks up.

"Right." The manager's voice shows no hint of urgency, and it makes you clench your fists. "We'll get working on it. Hang tight for maybe fifteen minutes."

You start to press the button again, to argue, but you stop yourself. It'd be no use.

"It'll be okay," Tom tells you gently.

"I know it will be."

You turn to him, and you see his sympathetic face again. You can't exactly run from him now.

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

You avert your gaze, not wanting to immediately give in. Does he really deserve forgiveness when he hasn't even done what you asked? When all you asked for was some privacy?

"I really am sorry. And I promise I'll make it up to you."

"I-"

"Please," he interrupts, "just hear me out."

Finally you meet his gaze. "Well... I guess we'll be here for a while. I don't have a choice. Go ahead and tell me how you'll make it up to me."

"Thank you. So, I don't think what I did is all that bad-"

"You skipped our two-year anniversary dinner and instead grabbed drinks with an old friend!" You cry, making Tom flinch.

"Okay. So I did an awful thing."

"It hurt, to be honest," you huff.

He grabs your hand gently, and takes it up to his lips, never looking away from your eyes. "I'll kiss you better, wherever you hurt." He kisses your knuckles.

You look away and purse your lips. But he doesn't give up.

"Does it hurt... Here?" He turns your hand over, and kisses your palm.

No response from you.

"Or here, maybe?" He leans in and breathes on your neck as he speaks, right at the start of your shoulder. His lips press against your skin, and you inhale sharply. He smirks against you and trails his kisses along your collarbones.

"Tom..." You murmur, grabbing the fabric of his jacket to stay steady on your feet. "We're stuck in an elevator..."

"And? There aren't any cameras. No one can see."

He has a point. You want to be mad at him, but the feeling he gives you makes anything else in the world no longer matter.

He pulls down the collar of your shirt to access your neck and collarbones easier, and revealing some of your cleavage at the same time. He plants a lingering kiss over the left side of your chest, as if kissing right where your heart is.

"I bet it hurts there, doesn't it?"

You look down at him, and nod. "It does."

He kisses there again. "I'm sorry. I wish to make it up to you."

"How?"

"I'm going to plan the best late-anniversary dinner you've ever attended, and never forget a future dinner ever again," he says.

"How can I trust you?"

"I can't make you trust me," he says, his forehead lightly pressed against yours. "It's all up to you."

"Okay," you whisper. "And what about after we get out of this elevator? What are you going to do then?" You bite your lower lip, eager to hear what he has in store for you.

He kisses you tenderly, cupping your cheek. "I'm going to pick you up into my arms..." Another kiss. "Carry you into your apartment.." He pauses then, and traces his thumb along your cheek. You lean into his hand, and shut your eyes.

"Then what?" You whisper, your body tense and eager to hear more.

He whispers the next part into your ear, and a small smile spreads across your face.

"But you did say you wanted privacy, so..." He trails off, and smirks.

"Shut up. I don't want to be alone anymore. I want you, Tom."

He smiles. "So I'm forgiven?"

You wrap your arms around his neck, leaning against him. "Of course you are. Shit, how could I not forgive you?"

You kiss him, and he holds your waist tightly as you share a tender, sensual moment. Then the lights suddenly flicker again, and the lift slowly shakes, and starts to move up again.

"Oh, thank God," you murmur, still holding onto him.

"I think this was good for us," he smiles down at you.

"Good for you." You lightly hit his chest. "It gave you time to suck up to me."

"What?" He feigns surprise, and acts offended. "Me, suck up to you? Never."

"Oh, I'm so sure."

The lift door opens on the right floor, and you squeal lightly as he lifts you up into his arms, handling you with care.

You laugh gently, surprised he actually picked you up. "Let's go, Hiddleston. You've done a bad thing, and now you've got to make it up to me."

He grins crookedly. "My pleasure."