Imagine working alongside Tom

You had to keep pinching yourself, you couldn't believe that you'd managed to get the job! When you'd seen the small advert in your local paper asking for extras in a film, you had no idea when you went for the interview that you would end up being cast as one of the actually characters in it. Nervously you'd arrived on set and they'd quickly ushered you into costume whilst handing you the script. You frantically learnt your lines as they dressed you in a stunning deep blue floor length dress. You'd not even notice how different you looked until you caught sight of yourself as you walked past one of the huge mirrors on the set. "Places please. Quiet on set. We are going for a take. Y/N, you ready?", the director shouted, making you jump out of your trance. You tossed your script away, hoping you could remember your lines as you made your way to stand against the pillar in the grand old ballroom set they had restored, the light of the chandeliers casting a beautiful pattern over you. You glanced at the camera crew and the director setting themselves up and bit your lip; you hoped you could do it right. Just as the director shouted for everyone to standby, you had the sudden realisation that you hadn't even met your costar. You'd heard the gossip in the dressing room that whoever it was was a "sexy beast", which made you smile; you just hoped you could be as good as them, and that they'd like you. "Okay, ready and ACTION!". You sighed, resting your head against the pillar, looking up at the chandeliers above you, admiring them, biting your bottom lip in thought. "You do choose the most beautiful places to meet Y/N, but not as beautiful as you darling". That smooth velvety voice came from behind you, just like it had said in the script, but you didn't realise that it would have been so close to you. You swallowed, trying to hide your surprise and instead let a small smile creep on your lips, trying to stay in character. "You have a cover story to live up to Mr Bond. Best not to disappoint", you said as clearly as you could in your best British voice, your eyes searching off in the distance. You discreetly took a deep breath, knowing what was to come next. Footsteps came up behind you, a hand gently resting on your arm as a pair of lips kissed your neck. You couldn't help but close your eyes, a faint moan escape your lips; you hadn't meant to, but you couldn't help it, their kiss sent you on fire. Their hand slipped down your arm, and it was your cue to turn around to face them. Their hand grasped yours, raising up to their lips, giving it a gentleman's kiss just as you started screaming inside realising who it was. The smart tuxedo, slicked back brown hair, dazzling blue eyes, sharp cheekbones and a smooth grin that could start a fire. This cannot be real, this can't be possible you screamed inside as you looked up into the face of the man you had admired for years, the one who had made you love acting more, the "sexy beast" was Tom Hiddleston! "Mrs Bond", he said softly, kissing your hand again causing you to blush. "Flattery will get you nowhere James. We are here to do a mission, remember", raising an eyebrow, resisting the urge not to smile as your stomach did backflips inside you, your inner fangirl dying as you spoke your lines. "Of course, but once we are finished here, perhaps we could do a little sight seeing. There are a few places on my list I'd like to visit", he chuckled smoothly, bringing himself closer to you, his arm snaking around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His hand rested on the bare of your back through the gap in the dress and it sent electric shivers up your spine. You looked up into his eyes as he grinned down at you, trying to keep your expression stern when inside you had died a million times already at being so close to your idol. "Mr Bond, I am quite aware of what your definition of 'sights' is. Believe me, you may be able to charm all the other agents off their feet, but you'll have to try harder than that to get through to me", you said lightly to him as your hand trailed instinctively up the front of his shirt, your heart racing as you felt his muscular form underneath, only making you squirm more inside. "Well, in that case, we better not waste any more time", Tom chuckled quietly to you, as he drew you in closer to his side, and both of you walked off together out of shot. "And CUT! Brilliant job, fantastic. That's a wrap, we got it all. Okay, next scene", the director shouted from behind the camera as the set erupted in chaos as crew and cameras began moving around to set up. You took a deep breath and looked up into Tom's eyes as he still stood there with his hand wrapped around your waist, smiling down at you. "Y/N. I'm Tom, a pleasure to meet you", he said, taking you hand and shaking it, before kissing it, making you blush again. "H-Hi", you managed to say, as you tried to hide your trembling knees as the realisation hit you that you were working with THE Tom Hiddleston, and he was James Bond. "You're a very talented actress. I think we are going to have great fun working together", he chuckled like an excited child as he finally let go of you. You couldn't even form words, but just smile back at him, believing your life would never quite be the same.