Inappropriate Question

Can I have it?

I stand up from my chair within the packed audience, gripping the mic within my tensed fingers.

Tom sits up on the stage, comfortably on a deep square leather black chair. In his prime year at age 29, his face is smooth and shaven. He wears a fresh white dress shirt simply just showing off his skin along with dark black dress pants. The light hitting off his emerald eyes, squint up to where I'm standing, above in the shadows.

"I uh." I stutter. "I'm pretty sure I can't even ask this question." I pause to laugh. "Especially in public." Adding in a mutter.

Many faces turn to look at me and I merely just shrug at them nonchalantly.

Tom flashes that gorgeous smile and leans forward in his chair, "would you like to come whisper it in my ear?"

I blink several times, clearly dumbfounded. But hey, this solves the problem.

I step over the pairs of legs to the open aisle on the side. Lowering myself down each step, I move with ease. My boyfriend style ripped blue  jeans flap against my skin, showing my black fishnets underneath hugging my legs. My breasts gently bounce with each gravitational force below my white cropped t-shirt, not showing too much skin of course.

Finally coming to the ground level, I raise my head to watch how Tom observes my every move. With no hesitation, I lift my leg to promptly climb the stairs to be fully blasted by the stage lights and all the prying eyes behind me.

Tom sits in his chair, mic to his lips, eyes never leaving me. Arriving to him, I move to the side and lean over, cupping my right hand over his ear to keep the camera from reading my mouth. "Is it too much to ask, for a kiss?" My lips unintentionally brushing across his skin.

I pull away to back up slightly, yet staying down at his level. Tom chuckles to himself and removes the mic from close proximity. Instead he sets it on the floor allowing us to talk freely.

"That's quite a request darling." He comments while looking at me.

"Well you don't have to do it. It's just a request. I'm sure you turn down these all the time." I assure him as I glance at his lips, but only for a second.

"You're right. I have refused a lot of these in the past." Tom breathes. "But that doesn't mean I'll say no to you." He adds.

"Oh." Is all I can say with raised brows. 

"So, how would you like to do this." He sands his hands together. "Granted there's a full audience with many eyes on us."

"Yeah, you're right. This is really awkward." I comment feeling my ears starting to burn.

"Sit on my lap?" Tom inquires as he pats his hands on top his black slacks.

"Uhm. Yes. That would be great." I affirm breathily.

"You're a bit nervous are you?" He gently asks me as he shifts his posture to a better sitting position.

I shake my head, "no no. I'm good. I just gotta get in the right mind set first. A moment please."

I slowly stand up straight, only to lift one knee to place it on one side of his thigh in the gap between the chair, then the other to perfectly straddle Tom Hiddleston. I exhale a long breath, tilting my head up, closing my eyes. I can just feel the stares of all the women in the crowd. The judgement. Jealousy. Everything. And that only made me more confident.

I then press both hands flat onto his chest and just feel his heartbeat pounding into my palms. Under that thin piece of fabric, the heat of his torso burning under my skin.

Lowering my head down again, my eyes open to see a very shocked Tom. His eyebrows are raised, emerald eyes glued to me and his mouth is slightly parted.

"W..well uh. This- you really got the hang of this." He stutters as he holds his hands out to the side, just open.

"Does this bother you?" I wonder.

Tom's expression changes. His brows knit together in confusion, "on the contrary my dear, I find it quite hot."

A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. In this moment, I lean down, pushing Tom's head back, to drop my lips right down on his. I mold them together gently, just inhaling him. The cologne he wears radiates off his body so much that I can taste it in my throat.

The skin on my exposed waist welcomes a warm open palm, slithering along slowly.

My neck moves to a slow yet hungry rhythm, causing our heads to sway in many small directions. Our noses brushing against one another, making sure that his lips never leave mine.

The entire environment is faded out. I can't hear anything but my own thirst for this man. I feel nothing but his touch on me. His mouth, his breath, his hands, and of course his thighs that I'm perched so well on.

Tom breaks apart, panting. His emerald orbs just piercing into mine. He tries to form words but all that he vocalizes was a very stern, "fuck." He's looking at me like I just dropped from the sky. Pure disbelief.

Maybe I took this too far. No. I definitely took this too far. To the point that I completely forgot that we're not alone. The whole audience of women are damn near screaming. And not to mention, all their phones are out recording the longest moment of their lives. Heck even Zach the host is piled in his chair on the side with his jaw completely unhinged.

Turning back to look down at Tom, I scoot myself off his lap careful not to disturb anything. Standing up tall now, I can't even bring myself to look into the sea women.

Tom takes a moment then heaves himself out of the chair too, to pick up the mic from the floor and stands next to me. "So uhh, that was a little unexpected." He jokes rather calmly. "I'd say that's the most exclusive content you'll ever receive at an event like this." He then lowers the mic again to speak, "I'll find you after the show. Now off you go."

Rushing off the stage and out of the light, I quickly walk up the long steps back to my aisle. I motion for the women to pass me my purse, which they do, but not without plenty of looks.

I push open the double doors and step out into the high lit chandeliers just taking in a fresh breath.

But why should I care? I kissed Tom fucking Hiddleston. And no one at this little event can even try to match me. Not even close.

Because from what I know, we're not even done yet.