I Love You Tom Hiddleston

"I need a handbag Luke, and I need it today!" Tom flopped into the chair and rubbed his eyes with his hand.  Luke was used to all sorts of weird requests but not usually from Tom and never for a handbag. 

"I beg your pardon?" he asked as he closed the laptop and leaned forward.  "I took you more for the messenger bag type Tom!" he smirked, and Tom groaned.

"Ok, I asked for that." he conceded. "what I actually meant was I need to buy a replacement handbag for someone that I met today.  In a coffee shop.  And we had red hot mug-sex!" he blurted out.

"Whoa hold the bus there buddy!" Luke stopped doodling on his notepad and looked up "back the bus up! What the hell is MUG-SEX and more to the point, who with!?!"

"Her name is Kate, I bought her hot chocolate when I accidentally poured my coffee into her bag and we flirted OUTRAGEOUSLY with her mug." he shrugged as if it was all the most normal thing in the world.

"okaaaaayyyy," Luke gave him a seriously scathing look, not really any the wiser, then said "so assuming you've not made her pregnant by licking her coffee cup, which for you and your raging testosterone I wouldn't discount, how do you know you'll ever see her again?  Won't she be rocking in a corner now she knows you're a pervert for ceramic drinking vessels?" he laughed.  Tom was his long time client and more importantly, friend.   

It pained Luke to see Tom alone so much.  His rare forays into romance tended to fall into two camps.  He loved them and they loved him but both were just too busy to make it work, or, it was nice and fluffy and sweet but nothing lasting.  There had been one serious one, a while back but, well it just didn't work out.  Spectacularly. Now he was much more careful, so today's little revelation was a bit of a shock.

"Given that she was giving as good as she got, if you'll pardon the innuendo," Tom replied "I think the only shock she'll be in is the fact I said we'd meet again." he smiled and flushed slightly as he recalled her face. Her incredibly pretty face.

Luke shook his head.  "Ok, assuming that she hasn't taken out a restraining order as we speak, what type of handbag and where do we send it?"

Now it was Tom's turn to be shocked.  "Oh God! I have absolutely NO idea on either count." he slapped his forehead.  "I am such an idiot. " he paused, "Hold on!"  Pulling his phone from his pocket he dialled a number. "Hi it's me!  Yes, I know, long time no see.  You ok?  I have a quick Phone-A-Friend type emergency.  If you were me and had destroyed some poor woman's handbag ... don't interrupt Emma, this is serious!" he scolded his sister gently. "If you'd destroyed someone's handbag what kind would you replace it with?"  he screwed up his eyes as she gave him a row for being such an idiot in the first place.  

"No, I don't know what kind it was.  I don't buy them sis!" he rolled his eyes. "Yes, I could have asked but then I wasn't really thinking straight at the time.  I was just panicking because I'd wasted all the money she'd spent on it." he motioned to Luke any chance of a cup of tea? Luke nodded, getting up to go to the door.  As it closed behind him, Tom said quietly, "Emma, listen, do you think it's possible you could come with me?  I have no clue and I really want to get this right.  It's VERY important." he paused "I REALLY need to impress her, she seems, well, special." he smiled softly, Kate's smile floating in front of his eyes.  "Very special."

As Luke came back into the room with the cups, Tom ended the call. "Thanks Sis, I'll see you later on then?  Just let me know when you're there.  Thanks.  Yes, yes, I know. I owe you AGAIN. Love you!" he laughed and hung up.

Luke smiled and sat down.  "Now that you've rescued your love life, do you think you might actually want to go over your schedule?  It's what I get paid for after all." He smiled and drank his tea as Tom nodded.

"Sorry man! Yes, so what's on for this week then?"

Kate sat for another twenty minutes just trying to get all her limbs to move in a co-ordinated fashion.  Every time she went to stand up, she felt her legs wobble and her head swim.  She'd come down with a serious case of Fangirl Syndrome.  The inability to function or think after being subjected to an intense fantasy about her hero. The only difference this time was it was no fantasy.  He really had just sat opposite her and flirted like a champ. The vision of him licking the cream almost made her collapse in heap on it's own.  Add to that the voice, the smile and the eyes?  Illegal.  Should be bloody illegal, she thought.

And what the ABSOLUTE SODDING HELL had she been playing at flirting like a crazy woman with him?  What was wrong with 'lovely to meet you can I have an autograph and a selfie?' oh no, she had to practically ravish him in the middle of the cafe. He'd think she was some sort of perverted fangirl.  Well done Kate, she thought.  Other people take their fantasies and run with them. Not her, she'd taken hers and made him run in the opposite direction as quickly as possible!!

Eventually though, reality hit home.  He had ruined her bag.  Her pride and joy.  She'd spent a couple of hundred on it in the sales, at full price there was NO chance she could have afforded it.  Now, after taking the plunge, it was ruined. But ruined by Tom Hiddleston no less.  

As she picked the soggy mess up to walk home, she suddenly realised one more thing.  He'd said they'd meet again.  Could she believe they would ?  Dare she?  Maybe he would be as good as his word.  Maybe they would drink coffee like normal people.  Maybe, she even dared to hope, they would actually discover they had more in common than just a mutual love of the need to tease.

He was a tease alright, in the best possible way.  She would do everything she could, she decided to make sure he had the chance to tease her again.  Walking home, she passed the little boutique where she'd purchased her now ruined treasure.  There was a nice replacement sitting in the display and she paused for a minute then walked on. Ah well.

As she walked home, she reflected just how easy he had been to talk to, flirting aside.  They'd instantly hit it off, a rapport between them that she would never have predicted, or dreamed.  His reputation preceded him. That he was polite, charming, intelligent was beyond question.  That he had an obviously wicked sense of humour a delightful surprise.  For a few minutes she allowed herself to day dream about what it would be like to really get to know him, the real Tom and not the public persona.  One thing she knew, she would never allow herself to openly show him she was willing not just to fall at his feet, but to lick them too. Not 'treat them mean, keep them keen' no, that was too harsh and God knew Tom didn't deserve harsh, but she wouldn't make it easy for him.  A girl had her pride!

"As if you have a choice Kate!"  She huffed in amusement as she opened her front door and went inside.  Looking at herself in the hall mirror she smiled. 

 Oh well, one day, maybe one day she thought.

That 'one day' would turn out to be much sooner than she ever expected.