47 - Tom

                                    

                                          
"What if," after what seemed like an eternity, (Y/N) finally spoke up with an idea, "we just... put it on pause."
                          
"On pause?" Tom wasn't sure he followed.
                          
"Yes. To be sure we are only one another's - you know, I'm yours, you're mine," he loved how she said that "We only put a pause on it."
                          
"Until when?"
                          
"Until I don't work for you anymore." She had said it with a smile, which was very misleading. Maybe he had missed something in this plan but, so far, it didn't sound exactly spectacular. "I know, it sounds like a forever. But my contract lasts only until you're finished with this movie." She tried to sound hopeful. It worked a little bit.
                          
"Ok, we can wait until December." Now it was his turn to squeeze her hand. She, however, wasn't happy. "Tom, as your assistant, I feel obligated to tell you, that technically you aren't done with this movie until you finished the press tour and the movie is actually out, and neither am I."
                          
"You mean to say, we can't date until next July!" his voice sounded more offended than he actually was but in the end, he was glad it did. Normally she would laugh when he used that tone in his voice (it was funny after all), but she couldn't get herself to smile because at the same time it was also kind of sad.
                          
"I think so."
                          
"No. Sorry, can't do that." he shook his head vigorously in denial.
                          
"It's the only real way to make sure we don't jeopardize our careers, especially yours." he didn't like how she made his job sound more important than her own. "I promise, it will go by sooner than you think."
                          
"I will keep you to that." His finger went up to touch the tip of her nose, making her scrunch it up and say: "You're an idiot."
                          
"Your idiot....in nine months." 
                          
"Oh no, you're already mine. Just in nine months, it will be official."
                          
"It sounds like you're pregnant." he was joking, but (Y/N) took it to another level.
                          
"That's not such a bad metaphor actually, right?" Her eyes lit up as another idea probably popped up into her head. "Think about it. Expecting parents have to wait nine months for their baby to be born and they can wait. So why can't we?"
                          
"Because we haven't had sex yet?" As soon as he said that out loud, a part of him regretted it. Was it appropriate to talk about things like that so soon? He was starting to get scared that (Y/N) would think he sounded desperate. Thankfully, she hadn't even properly listened to him.
                          
"I'm serious Tom. Nine months." she scooted closer to him. So close that he could feel her breath on himself. "And then I'll be yours," she whispered. It sends shivers down his whole body, together with a one-word thought: Fuck...
                          
"I thought you were already mine." He didn't want to whisper, but his voice still came out softer. She bit her lip at his words. Tom started to feel very uncomfortable in his jeans suddenly. "If that's how we're going to play it, love, I definitely won't be able to wait so long."
                          
"We'll just have to wait and see."