Interview for Two Tom HiddlestonxReader One-Shot

    With slick palms, you opened the building door, leaving a nice sweaty mark on the handle.  Reaching the elevator, you traveled up to the third floor where the interview was to take place.  
    Why am I so nervous? You thought to yourself, It's only an interview -- and I'm not even the one being interviewed!
    Straightening your back and combing your hair behind your ear with your fingers, you entered your final destination, the meeting room.  As you regulated your breathing, you pushed open the wooden door.  Until you realized that you were supposed to pull it.  Giggling quietly to yourself for a split second, you composed your laughter and properly opened the door.  Upon entering the room, you noticed the blazing lights, appropriately set up to give the most attractive angles.  Similarly, you saw the two chairs sitting opposite to one another.  
    "Hello, Miss __(full name)__?" A short, clean shaven man inquired.  You simply nodded your head in response.
    "Alright, so everything is set up and ready to go, we are just waiting on the main man," he informed you with a smile.
    "Okay, great," you replied.
    As your short conversation came to an end, the man gently escorted you to your seat, the one with its back facing the door.  Taking your appointed place, you rummaged through your bag and removed your notes in order to glance over them one last time.  As you finished reading the second to last question, the noise of an opening door sounded throughout the room.  Glancing over your shoulder, you saw the back of a tall, curly haired man talking to the same short gentleman.  Turning back around, you patiently waited for them to finish up their small talk.  Before long, the tall individual came into your peripheral vision, and you looked upwards to greet him.
    "Hello," you began, standing up and extending your arm with a bright smile on your face, "I'm ________."
    "Hello, darling.  I'm Tom."  He replied, unexpectedly refusing your handshake and instead pulling you in for a hug; of course, you weren't complaining.
    "Sorry, I'm more of a hug person," He apologized with a polite smile.
    "It's no problem at all," you assured him.
    "Please, sit down," he offered, gesturing with his hand.
    "So do we just," you began, looking around the room with your gaze ending up on Tom, "start?"
    "Cameras are rolling Miss _____," a producer responded.
    "Oh, alright," you smiled at Tom, receiving a vibrant one back.
    As you began the interview, you soon realized how smoothly things seemed to be going.  After a short while, it was as if the both of you were simply having a conversation, joking and laughing throughout the entire thing.  A short fifteen minutes later, the interview was coming to a close and you thanked him for his time.
    "It's been a pleasure, darling," he responded as the two of you stood and embraced once again.
    "It was lovely meeting you," you responded.  As the two of you were approaching the door, your stomach decided to release an earth-shattering growl.  
    "Sounds like someone's hungry," Tom commented with a grin.
    "Sorry, I forgot to eat breakfast before coming," you apologized, returning the smile.
    "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, you know?" He asked rhetorically.  After taking a glance at his watch, Tom's eyes soon returned to yours.
    "12:03.  I believe it is time for me to eat some lunch."
    "Yeah, me too."
    Shifting his eyes away, he stood there more a moment, seemingly pondering something.
    "Would you," he began, a smile creeping onto his face, "would you like to grab some lunch with me?"
    "I'd love to," you answered, noticing his lights gently light up.
    "Great," he grinned. "Where would you like to go?"
    "Oh, I haven't been to this part of town before, so I'm afraid you will have to make that decision."
    "In that case," he smirked, "you have to go to this little Mexican restaurant down the street.  It's absolutely delightful."
    "Well, what are we waiting for?"

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    All throughout lunch, the conversation never died down.  Unless you count the times where the two of you were eating.  Even after lunch, the talk continued for a good hour.
    "And that's how I became known as the llama rider in my hometown," you stated as you finished your story.
    "Well," he began, "that was definitely a unique story.  Not everyone can wrangle a llama."
    "I guess I just have a llama-wrangling talent," you jested.
    As the giggling died down, Tom glanced down at his watch.
    "Oh my," he interjected, "somehow it has become three o'clock.  I've had a lovely time, ______."
    "Me too, Tom," you replied. "I hope we can do this again."
    "So do I," he agreed.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    A month had passed since you last saw him.  Of course, the two of you had exchanged phone numbers and messaged a bit, but there never seemed to be enough time for a true conversation.  You had kept up with his movie schedule, hoping that you might be the one to interview him for his next movie, War Horse.  As fate would have it, the next day you received an email from your boss, letting you know your next job.  This job just happened to be War Horse. 
    Hopefully Tom's in it enough to be interviewed, you thought to yourself, knowing his part was slightly small.
    You prepped yourself by reviewing the movie and the actors in it.  During your research, your boss sent you a second email with an attachment of names to whom you would be talking.  As you scrolled anxiously down the list, a name caught your attention. 
    Tom Hiddleston and Benedict Cumberbatch - 11:30 a.m.
    You smiled to yourself, thankful that you would be able to see him again.  To make things even better, you would also be talking with Mr. Cumberbatch himself and they were your last interview of the day.  

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    The day had finally come when you would interview the two British actors.  Similar to before, your hands were sweaty -- not as sweaty, but still sweaty.  You followed the same procedure: enter the room, talk to the main man, take a seat, and wait for the main attraction.  Not long after, the two men strolled into the room and took their seats.  After Benedict politely shook your hand, Tom gave you a huge bear hug.
    "Hello again!" He began, "I was so excited when I saw your name on the list of those interviewing."
    "I had a similar feeling as well," you responded.
    "I suppose you two have met before then," Benedict interjected with a questioning look.
    "Ah yes, this is the girl I was telling you about," Tom explained.
    "Oh! Lovely to finally meet you, ________," Benedict responded, shaking your hand once again.
    "Lovely to meet you," you cheerfully replied with a broad smile. "Shall we get started?"
    Once again, you were off on your interview having fun just like the previous time.  When you had finished with all of your questions, the three of you stood and exchanged hugs.
    "It was really fantastic to meet you, ________," Benedict stated, with a large grin and a knowing glance towards Tom.
    "It was lovely meeting you, Benedict," you responded.
    "You know," Tom interjected, "it is around lunch time again.  Would you like to join us?"
    "I would love to!" You exclaimed.
    "Well then, let's get to it," Benedict added.
    This time, the three of you went to an Italian restaurant that had live music.  After you had finished your meal, the three of you just sat around the table, laughing and chatting.  Soon, the music began to pick up a little and couples began to leave their tables and dance in the space provided.  Benedict shot a mischievous glance towards Tom, which was returned with a furrowing of eyebrows on Tom's part.  He then turned to you.  
    "May I have this dance, ________?" Benedict politely inquired.
    Shocked, you responded, "Of course."
    In a moment, his hand was around your waist as the two of you danced with the others on the floor.  As you were being spun around, you caught a glimpse of the man left at the table.  Something was off.  He was smiling, but not in his normal joyous way; it almost seemed sardonic, and it was aimed right at Benedict.  Not long after, the song was ending, and you were about to head back to your seat until someone tapped you on the shoulder.
    "May I have this next dance?" Tom whispered into your ear sweetly. 
    "I thought he'd never ask," responded Benedict.
    "Yes, of course," you replied.
    Smiling his regular smile, he led you into the dancing area. As you both prepared to dance, the atmosphere changed when a slow song began to play. 
    "Well, this is a little unexpected," Tom commented.
    "Do you want to wait for a faster song?" You politely asked.
    "No," he smiled down at you, "it's a good unexpected."
    With his hand on your waist, you began to slowly rock back and forth to the rhythm of the music.     
    "I've heard you're quite the dancer," you smirked.
    "Oh really?" He responded, eyebrows raised in intrigue.
    "Are you going to show me any of those moves?" You joked.
    "Maybe when a faster song comes on," he countered.
    Grinning, you returned back to your quiet dance and soon you began to be twirled around.  When his hand returned to your waist, your momentum was too strong and pushed you right into his chest.
    "Oh, I'm sorry," you squeaked as your eyes darted around and your face became flushed.
    "No worries, darling," he comfortingly responded, gently rubbing his hand back and forth on your back, reassuring you that it was okay.
    As the night progressed, Tom and you continued to dance to both fast and slow songs.  As promised, he showed you some of his stellar moves when the tempo picked up.  In no time, both of you were winded and in need of water.  Returning to your table, you noticed how Benedict was chatting to the couple sitting at an adjacent table.  
    "I'm so sorry, Ben," Tom apologized, "we just left you here all by yourself."
    "It's no problem, really," Benedict assured, "I was able to meet this lovely couple."
    As introductions took place and finished, Tom sat down at the table. As you grabbed your phone to check the time, you were astonished to see that it was already nearing five o'clock.  
    "Holy cow!" You exclaimed.
    "What's the matter?" Tom asked, genuinely concerned.
    "Oh, nothing really," you stated, "I just didn't realize how far the time had gotten away from us."
    "My goodness, you're right," Benedict interjected.
    "Well," Tom started with a smile, "I guess it's true that time really does fly when you're having fun."
    "I suppose so," you agreed.  "Well, I should get going."
    "So soon?" Tom joked.
    "Unfortunately, yes," you replied.
    "Do you have more work?" Benedict asked.
    "No, I just," you hesitated, "didn't want to take up anymore of your time."
    "Oh, darling," Tom began, "it has truly been a pleasure to be in your company."
    "I must agree," Benedict added.
    "Well, thank you," you shyly returned.
    Glancing over at Benedict, you noticed him scribbling something on a napkin and slipping it over to Tom.  When he didn't notice, you heard a faint slapping noise and assumed that Benedict must have hit Tom's leg.  Confused, Tom looked over to his friend with a questioning look.  Establishing eye contact, Benedict then shifted his eyes down towards the paper, meaning for Tom to follow.  In a hushed whisper, you could just make out the muttering of Tom saying, "I will."  Shifting his focus towards you, Tom took in a deep breath, releasing it with an amiable smile.
    "I've really enjoyed our time together tonight," Tom stated.
    "So did I," you agreed.

    “________,” he started, “would you want to grab some dinner with me tonight?”
    Startled, you replied hesitantly.
    “I’m actually supposed to be meeting one of my friends later this evening.”
    “Oh, right. Of course.  Never mind, then,” he responded, hanging his head ever so slightly.
    “However,” you tentatively spoke, “I’m free tomorrow evening if that works for you.”
    With every passing word, Tom’s face grew brighter and a meek smile appeared. 
    "Perfect,” he responded with a strange look in his eye.  Somehow, you got the feeling that he was referring to more than just the date.