Just a bit of fun between the reader and Tom Hiddleston. Trying to keep it somewhat realistic, but also make it a satisfying fantasy. Rating may go up depending on later chapters. More to come.

It's a Wednesday night and you're at a charity gala full of celebrities. Your best friend is gradually breaking into the film business, and through one connection or another, she was lucky enough to score an invitation for two to this enormous event. Naturally, the two of you were largely off to yourselves, but that was nothing to sneer at considering the quality of the entertainment and refreshments. Up to this point, you'd spent the majority of the evening pointing out your favorite stars to one another.

Standing on the side of the dance floor with drinks in hand, you and your friend chat away happily as if it were the most normal thing in the world for you to be there. Laughing at something your friend says, you look up and your breath suddenly catches in your throat.

"Is that Tom Hiddleston walking toward us?" you ask discretely.

"Either that or we're both having the same delusion," she replies in disbelief.

Sure enough Tom approaches you, and he looks gorgeous as usual. Tonight he's in a light grey suit and baby-blue tie.

"Would you care to dance?" he asks, extending a hand. Your friend's jaw falls partially open and you're glad he doesn't seem to notice.

You compress your initial shock into a remarkably small pause. "I'd love to," you reply as casually-but-still-enthusiastic as possible. Smiling, you accept Tom's hand and he leads you onto the floor just as the music starts. "Ahh a waltz," he remarks out loud, taking you into the proper hold. The combination of his sudden closeness and his hand around your waist leaves you breathless before you even begin dancing.

Looking over Tom's shoulder, you mouth "take a picture" to your friend, and she grins, holding up her cell phone excitedly.

"Enjoying yourself this evening?" Tom asks quietly as you step and sway together.

"I am," you retort, "and even more so now".

Tom looks down towards his feet and smiles shyly but amusedly.

"And what about you? Having a good time?"

"Always do," he responds.

The way he talks- it's just the same as all the interviews you've seen. He's so sincere in everything he says and does. Your admiration, however, is interrupted as Tom leads you into a spin. "You've done this before," he acknowledges, both accusingly and admiringly.

"What?" you ask, as you find your way back into his arms.

"You dance well," he says. "You've been following my lead effortlessly."

"Oh, well I took lots of classes growing up," you explain. "And I've dabbled in ballroom when occasion demands it."

"Clearly it's paying off."

A shy "thank you" is all you can manage.

"So when you aren't dabbling in dance, what is it that you do?" Tom inquires.

"I'm a student," you say, and he goes onto ask you all about your studies and your interests as he sweeps across the dance floor. You're flattered that he seems so genuinely interested in your life. You ask him how his acting is going, to which he replies modestly that it's all going remarkably well.

The music eventually changes into something noticeably more staccato. "Tango," you say with confidence, showing Tom you know your stuff.

"Have you got the moves?" he asks playfully. All you can do if smile.

"Have you?" you challenge. Tom narrows his brow and brings you into a close hold, your bodies pressing into one another completely.

Taking a deep breath, you try to relax and remember back to the few tango lessons you'd had in the past. It wasn't necessary though, as Tom seemed to know what he was doing. At one point, he paused and his finger lifted your chin up to meet his gaze, which was piercing.

"He's an actor," you remind yourself. "He's acting, that's all this is."

You know you can't hold your ground against his theatrics, so you decide to show off a bit of your technique. Tom gives you a quizzical smirk and on the last note of the music, he dips you down as low as you can go. You try to ignore how his hand trails along your thigh and lingers on your hip as he helps you back up, but his gentle touch is burning into your flesh. You both just stand there a moment as the room shifts into a slow dance.

"One more," Tom asks hopefully, looking into your eyes. You nod.

Once again you find yourself lost in his arms, hoping he can't feel your erratic heartbeat against his chest. Timidly you close your eyes and rest your head on his shoulder, neither of you talking.

You can't help but panic when the music finally stops. This is it, you're moment of glory is over, but neither of you seem in any rush to part.

"Well," Tom starts, "thank you for being such a lovely partner" and he kisses your hand.

"Thank you for asking me to dance," you reply, and you begin to part. Your hands, however, linger until your fingertips can no longer reach one another. You smile as you break contact and turn to walk away.

Almost immediately, you feel Tom grab your hand and scurry up alongside you. "Wait," he implores, and you suddenly start to wonder if you aren't dreaming.

To be continued…