*Lexie*
We make our way to his room, luckily not running into anyone I know as we walk through the quiet hallways.

He unlocks the door. "After you my lady".

"Well thank you good sir". I say, smiling at him, before walking inside in front of him. Suddenly my heart feels like it is creeping up in my throat. Should I be here with him, alone ? What would Edward say ?

He closes the door behind us. "So.. uhh welcome to my room..no that sounded weird". He looks like he don't know what to say.

"Do you have some kind of first aid kit or do I need to run to the reception ?" I ask, trying to get this, kind of awkward feeling away. It's a feeling like we are doing something wrong.

He points to a bag in the corner. "I got a small one in there, there should be everything needed to take care of the finger".

I go to look through the bag and find a smaller zipped up bag inside pulling it up, starting to open it as I speak. "This one right ?"

"No.. not that one, don't open.. shit". He groans.

I look into the bag and start giggling. Oh well look at this, Mr Hiddleston has a whole little treasure chest of fun stuff. I pull out the first item. "A blindfold ? That seems a bit kinky Tom".

"It's for sleeping.. I know not very manly, but I often have a hard time sleeping on planes and the first couple of nights in new places, so it helps me sleep. Now just close it. Thank you". He looks at me, his eyes begging.

I shake my head, this is to much fun and a great way to get to know him, find out his dirty little secrets. I pull up the next item. "A measuring tape ? So Tom, what are you measuring ?" I wiggle my eyebrows, my eyes running down over him.
yeah okay, I tend to be a bit cheeky at times.

He walks over, snatching the measuring tape from my hand, but I manage to jump away before he can get the bag too. "I need to stay within a certain size.. my arms, chest and so on, for the costume.. come on Lexie, please just give me the bag".

"So never measured anything else ?" I ask with a grin, retreating from him. I don't know what has gotten into me, I am usually not this brasen, maybe it's the fact that I could never tease Edward like this, and the flustered look on his face makes it all worth.

I pull out the next thing, raising an eyebrow. "And I guess this has a good explanation too".

Walking closer, he looks at the bottle of KY. His cheeks flushing and he chuckles. "Actually yes. My skin is very sensitive".

"Your skin is sensitive ? Uhm I don't really get it". I look at the bottle. His skin were and in what situation ? Yeah my mind does sometime run a bit crazy.

He groans and run a hand over his face. "It was an advice I got from a friend.. my nipples always got irritated when I worked out, okay! A little glob of that and they don't".

"So for your nipples, because they are sensitive". I say, wondering if they are sensitive to the touch too. Actually now he mentioned them, I notice how they are visible through his shirt, poking hard against the fabric. I should not be staring at his nipples.

"Yeah they are, and no I never had any other use for it, that has never been an issue". He say with a cheeky grin, walking slowly closer having me back up.

Oh he is getting naughty now. But well I believe him. Knowing how my body reacts involuntarily to him. "Oh no ? Well these then". I pull out a pack of condoms, noting that the little size mark on the box says XL. "Do you have some great explanation for those as well.. balloons for the kids ?"

He stops right in front of me, biting his lip. Then he leans closer, his warm breath fanning over my cheek and ear, as he halfway whispers. "Nope, no explanation. Not beside the fact that a man should always be prepared".

My breath hitches, my heart is racing and my senses are onslaughtered by the masculine slightly sweaty smell of him. God, what does he want ? Why is he so close ? It feels like the room is spinning. I feel so small with him leaning over me like this.

He leans even closer, his body almost pressed into mine. His arm reaches around me. I turn my head, looking into his warm eyes. He licks his lips. "Can I.. just..".

"Please..". I swallow. Feeling like I am getting draw towards him, forgetting everything. I am sure he is going to kiss me, I want him to kiss me so badly right now. "Please yes k..".

Pulling back he holds up a first aid kit, smiling. "Got it".

"Oh.. fine then, let take a look at Your finger". He had been reaching for the bag. I feel like an idiot. I almost asked him to kiss me. What the fuck is happening to me ?

*Tom*
She takes the first aid from my hand, after putting my other bag back. I had been so close to kissing her right there. The pull of her lips almost to much to fight. And I am actually pretty sure she wanted me to kiss her. But I am not sure if she truly wanted it or she might regret and that is why I pulled back.

"Sit down Tom". She say, and I comply. Watching her go fill the ice bucket with water. Then she comes over kneeling in front of me. And I have to admit that my mind kind of runs dirty for a second with images not fit to be repeated. "Give me Your hand".

I hold out my hurt hand, and she gently remove the tank top still wrapped around it. The bleeding has subsided, but it has started to throb quite a bit. "Be gentle with me darling".

"My middle name is gentle". She say with a wink. Then she starts cleaning the finger with warm water. It hurts to be honest, but she really do have soft gentle hands.

I try not to make a sound, but when she put on some antibiotic cream I must admit that I let out a curse. "Oh fucking shit fuck.. uhh that stings".

"Language my dear, you don't go around kissing girls with that mouth do you ?" She say, looking up at me through her lashes.

I bite my lip, breathing in deeply through my nose as she bandages the finger. "Well no, not at the moment anyway".

"Hmm there might be some desperate single women coming in for the wedding". She say nodding towards the bag. "Now when you have everything you need".

Shaking my head slightly, I think that there is only one woman here who has my interest, and she is of limits. "Nah.. no thanks.. desperate women are not my.. Uhh type".

"Oh so you like a challenge perhaps ? Someone who doesn't throw themself at you ?" She gets up from the floor.

I get up to, looking down at her, wondering if she know that I am thinking about her. "Yeah I like a challenge.. I like having to work for it".

"Well people tend to appreciate things more when they had to work to get them". She say, looking thoughtful. "Just look at my mother-in-law to be, she had everything handed to her and it only made er entitled and snobbish".

I nod slowly, I've met that kind of people often. "I know what you mean". And then I take a chance, one that could tip the boat. "You are going to make me work hard aren't you ?"

Her eyes go wide with surprise. Then a smile spread on her lips. "Not really shy are you ? But yeah, now even more so". She walks toward the door. "See you Tom.. and next time, focus on Your workout and not on the ass in front of you".

"You.. damn you got me there.. you win". Shit she knew. She is no doubt making me work hard. I already do, just trying to keep up with her. "See you Lexie and Thanks for helping me out".