Requested by anonymous: Tom is about to leave for filming, and he wants pictures of Y/N so that he can have an album for when he misses her. It starts with innocent photos, like ones of her laughing and ones of her with Tess, and then goes to more risqué and dirty photos.

"Smile." Tom mumbled, a smile also on his lips as he raised his camera to point at me. I leant down and kissed Tessa's head, the dog happily sitting in my arms as Tom took the photo.

"Alright...another beautiful photo of my two favourite girls for the album." He smiled as he lowered his phone and looked at the picture.

"Surely you have enough now, Tommy, you've been taking photos of me constantly for the last two months." I whined playfully.

"I've got nowhere near enough, love. I have five hundred photos of you, and I'm away for a year and a half, that's not even enough for one photo a day." he scoffed.

"Tommy, baby, you don't need a new photo of me for every day that you're away." I chuckled as I gently took his face into my hands as his arms curled around my waist.

"I don't need that, no. But I want that. If I'm going to be away from the love of my life for a year and a half, I'm going to need enough photos to get me through that time." He stated, making me sigh and give him a small smile as I pecked his lips. When Tom had been cast as 'Nathan Drake' in the upcoming 'Uncharted' movie, he had been over the moon, and I had been just as happy for him. After all, he had won at life when he had been cast to play 'Spider-Man', a role that he'd been quoted to have said that he wanted to play, and so to then be cast as the protagonist in a movie of his favourite video game was another major achievement for him. The only catch was that filming was a year and a half long, starting from next week. When Tom had found out the rigorous filming schedule that would allow him minimal breaks, he had decided that in order to get through us barely seeing each other for that span of time, he'd create an album full of photos of me and only me. So, for the last two months, he'd taken several pictures daily of me doing everything from simply smiling at the camera, to golfing when I went with him, to crying at a movie since he thought that I looked cute. Any time that he'd decided to take a photo of me, he had done.

"We'll still see each other, though, right? It won't be goodbye for a full year and a half." I scoffed, but that was mainly to cover the choke in my voice as tears pricked my eyes. Tom sighed and gave me a small smile as he raised his hand and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"We've been over this, sweetheart. It won't be goodbye for a full year and a half, no, but it will be for a good amount of that time. It's four months at a time with only two weeks of break in between. It's going to be tough, I won't lie to you, but we can do it." He nodded. I sighed and returned it as I looked at the buttons on his shirt, a choke in my throat as I tried not to cry. Tom had been with me long enough to know when I was trying to stay strong, though.

"Yeah. We can do it." I whispered as I looked back at him. He smiled sheepishly and bit his lip, both of us very aware of the fact that I was on the verge of losing it.

"I love you, darling." He chuckled.

"I love you too." I returned with a playful roll of my eyes, making him chuckle again as he leant in and kissed me.

I lay in mine and Tom's bed, my naked body wrapped in our sheets as I lay there with my eyes closed. I leant forward and cuddled my face into Tom's pillow, a sigh of relief leaving my lips as I inhaled his scent. After all, his pillow usually lost his smell after about two months of him being gone, so I was going to make the most of it whilst the fabric still smelt like him.

"Darling." my eyes fluttered open again, a tired smile taking over my lips as Tom walked into the room with two mugs of coffee in his hands.

"Hmm. Thank you, Tommy." I smiled as I sat up and took one of the mugs from him.

"Hold on, love, don't move." He mumbled, making my eyes widen as I held the mug.

"Tom, I'm naked in our bed, and my tits are out." I scoffed.

"I know." He smirked and winked as he raised his phone, making me playfully roll my eyes as I sipped the coffee.

"God, you remind me of a hormonal sixteen-year-old boy whose only just discovered boobs." I teased.

"Hey, you said that I could have a few 'for my eyes only' photos. I'm just taking some more to enjoy when I'm feeling extra alone." He flirted as he took a few more photos of my exposed chest before putting his phone down. I sighed and looked at him.

"You may as well take a few more, since I'm already naked. It may be your last chance before you go." I spoke with a playful roll of my eyes. He returned the glance.

"Really? I mean, I doubt that it will be my last chance, but I'd appreciate it." He smirked.

"It will be your last chance if you keep taking random photos of me out of the blue." I continued to tease, making him laugh and shake his head as he grabbed his phone again.

"God, I love you." He chuckled, making me smile and bite my lip as I posed for the camera. I raised my leg and seductively put my shoulder forward, my lips forming into a slight pout as Tom snapped the photo.

"Beautiful, sweetheart. Absolutely beautiful." He spoke gently as he looked at his screen.

"I'm about to get even more beautiful." I nodded, making his eyes flick to me as I lay down. Tom gulped harshly, his eyes glued to me as the way that I lay down made the sheets slip off of my body, exposing more of my naked form to him as I lay back on the bed.

"Fuck me, darling. How did I get someone so stunning?" He mumbled, making me smile and bite my lip as he took another few pictures. He lowered his phone, telling me that he was done as he looked at the screen.

"They okay, Tommy?" I checked.

"They're more than okay, love. They're making me really fucking horny." He stated, making me squeal as he threw his phone down and jumped towards me on the bed.

"Tommy!" I laughed, making him smirk as he leant down and started to leave open-mouthed kisses on my neck.

Tom's P.O.V

Tom lay in bed, his arm curled around Y/N's waist and his girlfriend's head and hand on his naked chest as she slept. It was the last night that they had together before he left for filming, and he didn't want to go. He didn't want to leave the love of his life behind, but he had to. After all, she had a full-time job too, and they had a house and a dog together, so their only option was to do long-distance when he went away. It always killed himself slightly, but he knew that in a few years' time, when they were married and had settled down, it would be different. He looked down at the sleeping girl, his heart full of love and a smile on his lips at how cute she looked. She always looked angelic, especially when she was asleep. Her hair had fallen over her shoulders and was tickling his skin slightly as her eyelashes gently rested against her cheeks. Her lips were closed in sleep, making them look oh-so-kissable. She looked perfect. And that only meant one thing. Tom leant his spare hand back to his bedside table and winced slightly as he tried not to wake her up before he could take a photo. He grabbed his phone and turned the camera on before pointing it at Y/N. He took a photo of her, the beautiful memory now immortalised as he looked at it and checked that it wasn't blurry.

"I know that you just took a photo of me." Y/N mumbled, making Tom chuckle and look down at the girl who still had her eyes closed.

"Can I keep it, darling? It's a really, really cute photo." He responded as he leant down and gently pressed his lips to her head. She sighed, not bothering to wake up as they talked.

"Okay. Since it's cute." She teased.

"Thank you, sweetheart. Love you." He smiled as he put his phone back onto the table before snuggling back into the sheets and pulling her closer with his arm around her waist.

"Love you too, Tommy." She whispered. He sighed out and closed his eyes as he rested his head against hers. His body sunk into sleep, his mind happy knowing that he had the best album that he could have of the love of his life for when he was away. And every single photo was perfect.