Main Characters in the Story:

Kang Han-ha as Emilie 'Eun-hye' Seung

Tom Hiddleston as Himself

Chapter XXV: Shirt

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Emilie was woken by a dull beeping. Her hand reached out for her phone, grabbing it and swiping at the screen to shut it up.

It kept beeping. She swiped blindly at her phone again but the noise continued. She was forced awake to try and stop the noise. Sitting up slightly, she realized that it wasn't her phone was beeping. Turning towards the noise, she saw where it was coming from. She peered over the sleeping figure next to her, noticing the phone on the other table beeping. Reaching over gently, she grabbed it and silenced it. She lay back down on her side, supporting her rested elbow with her head, looking at the man sleeping peacefully next to her. Remembering the previous night she smiled, not able to contain how happy she was. A small beam of light made its way over to Tom's sleeping form. She leaned over slightly and softly kissed him on the cheek, her lips lingering for a second before she pulled away, moving a piece of black hair away from his face.

"Well, good morning to you too." He grinned, eyes still shut.

"You were awake the whole time." She shrieked slightly. "You babo, neo {idiot, you}." She giggled.

Even though he doesn't understand her language at the end it made Tom smiled knowing it somehow teases her, an evil glint in his eye. He pushed Eun-hye on her back and leaned over her, supporting his weight on his elbows, his face inches from hers. "I'm sorry, my darling girl." He kissed her. "Forgive me." Another kiss.

"It'll take more than a couple of kisses to make that happen, mister." She teased, biting her lip and looking at him through her lashes.

"Oh will it now?" He asked, an eyebrow raised, moving his face even closer.

"M-hm."

His voice turned to a whisper. "Well I don't want you to be mad at me, darling." He said, kissing his way down her jaw to the spot he knew was her weakness. He kissed it several times before moving down to her neck. Only to be stopped when she pulled his head up to hers, colliding her lips with his. 'Hananim {God}'. She thought. 'Geuneun naleul michigehaneun beob-eul anda {He knows how to drive me crazy}'. She broke the kiss, looking at him. His eyes still closed like he didn't want to lose the moment. When they're opened, he stared intently, his gorgeous blue eyes boring into her ethereal dark brown eyes.

She kissed the tip of his nose. "You need to go to work, mister." She whispered. He pouted like a child and rolled onto his back. "Don't want to." He huffed, folding his arms across his chest. Emilie laughed at him slightly as she sat up, swinging her feet over the edge of the bed. She was still in her last night's underwear, her dress was laid over the back of the desk chair, Tom's white shirt laying on top of it. She walked over and picked up his shirt, shrugging it on and doing up a couple of the buttons. She felt comfortable being a bit more covered up. As she turned to face the bed, Tom was sitting bolt upright. Staring. She walked across the room, secretly enjoying his stare as his eyes followed her. Putting the small kettle on, she felt two arms wrapped around her waist, hot breath on her ear. "I don't think you know just how incredibly amazing you look wearing that." He whispered, kissing her softly on the neck.

She around in his arms to come eye-level with Tom's bare chest in all its toned glory. She ran her hands up it slowly and kissing it in the middle then looks up at him and points his chest in middle with each word she's going to say. "Go. To. The. Shower." She giggled. "I'll have a cup of tea waiting for you when you're done."

"As if waking up to you wasn't enough, you're looking gorgeous in my shirt and making tea for me." He smiled brightly, before turning around, heading to her bathroom. She playfully slapped his bum as he began to walk away. Winking at him and giggling as he looked over his shoulder at her with a smirk.

As she turned on the TV and made tea for them both, she was thinking to herself. 'Naega syeocheu man ibgoiss-eul ttae geuneun eotteohge naleul aleumdabge neukkigehabnikka? {How does he make me feel so beautiful when I'm only wearing a shirt?} Eotteohge geuleohge un-i joh-assseubnikka? {How did I get so lucky?}' A simple whiter shirt and she felt like million dollars. And all because of the man who was currently singing his heart out in her shower.

A few minutes later the bathroom door was opened and Tom stepped out. His towel hanging loosely around his hips, wet hair slicked back away from his face. He slowly walked over to her, a smirk on his face. He clearly knew what he was doing to his Eun-hye and he loved it. She broke eye contact with him and turned around, picking up the other cup. She turned back, handing it to him. He took it from her and kissed her. "Thank you, darling". He smiled turning back to the bathroom to finish getting ready. Emilie quickly pulled a pair of joggers, pulling a vest over her head. She figured Tom would need his shirt to head back to his room. She folded it and laid it on the side of the bed he'd been sleeping on. Her mind drifted back to their date as she stared at the indent he'd left on the streets. She smiled as she drifted away in her own little world.

"Penny for your thoughts." She was interrupted. "Fiver if they're dirty." He winked, spinning her around to face him. She giggled. Tom pouted as he noticed she looked different. "You changed." She laughed slightly, reaching behind to pick up his shirt. "You'll need it to go out in the corridor, handsome. As much as I like it, I don't think the hotel would like you roaming the hall half-nakey." He smiled at her use of the word 'nakey'.

She pressed the shirt against his chest, forcing him to take it and he pulled it on. She watched all his muscles move, drinking him in. he smiled as he pulled the collar up to straighten it. "It smells like you now, Eun-hye." He finished getting ready and gathering his things, and said his goodbyes to Eun-hye, saying he'd see her on the set. She walked him to the door and watched him walk up to the corridor to his room. He turned around, smiling and gave her a small wave before disappearing in. her phone buzzed with a new text as soon as she shut the door.

'I got home safely xxx'

Emilie bursts out giggling softly. 'Gwi-yeo-wo {Cute}'. She thought.

'Good to hear :) xxx'

Emilie put her phone down and got herself ready for work, Dave would be here to get her in an hour and she was still in her jammies.