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Perfect. {Tom Hiddleston}

You couldn't help yourself. He looked absolutely perfect at the moment. You knew you were probably getting on his nerves but you didn't care one bit.

Click.

Tom took his eyes off his script and looked at you.

"Y/N?" he questioned. "What are doing?"

"Shh," you shushed him. "Don't look at me. Go back to what you were doing."

Tom went back to reading his script but stopped when he heard another click and was blinded by another flash.

"Why are you taking pictures of me?" he asked.

"Go back to your position. I'm trying to make these look as candid as possible," you said.

"Y/N, love, you know I absolutely adore it when you take pictures of me but only when I am told why the pictures are being taken."

"Mind your business," you complained.

"You're taking pictures of me. I'm pretty sure it is my business, love," he retaliated.

You groaned and rolled your eyes.

"You wanna know why I'm taking pictures of you?" you asked.

"Yes."

"I'm taking pictures because this mood, this atmosphere, this moment is perfect," you explained. "Because you're perfect."

Tom couldn't help the smile that spread across his face or the pink colour that dusted his cheeks.

"Aw," you cooed, while taking more pictures.

"Stop it," he said, covering his face up.

"You stop it. I'm trying to capture your perfect face."

He let out a chuckle and removed his hands from his face.

"Fine."

You took one more picture of him.

"Perfect."