Space They Cannot Touch

49.

"Well if you just told me what was up then I wouldn't have to resort to Jedi mind tricks. And I've seen you get travel sick, you're usually much paler and very sweaty"

"Charming" you sassed, sighing when he didn't break into a grin. "I don't want to say it here" you mumbled, looking pointedly at the nearby crew. Jacob and Zendaya waved at you and you waved back, arranging your face in what you hoped was a calm blank slate. Judging by the frown they both gave you, it wasn't.

"Why not?"

"Ugh!" you groaned covering your face with your hand and trying to think of a good way of saying what it was without saying what it was. "I'm, uh, I'm closed for maintenance" you said quietly, chewing on your lower lip as you willed him to understand.

"Huh? Close for maintenance, what does that even mean?" he asked, looking thoroughly perplexed and your core clenched - damn him for making Peter Parker so attractive.

"I've got an unwanted visitor..." you said, fumbling for an ugly name. "Aunt Gertrude, if you will"

"You've an Aunt Gertrude?"

"Tom!"

"What?! You're talking in riddles!"

"Oh for fucks sake - I've got my monthly you-know-what!" you hissed.

"Your...OH! Oh! Oh, oh, okay" Tom stammered, cheeks bright pink. "Right, yep, I got you"

"Jesus Christ" you muttered, glancing around and hoping no one noticed. If they did, they were courteous enough to keep it to themselves.

"Sorry, but in my defence you WERE speaking in riddles! 'I'm closed for maintenance', like I'm going to know what that means"

"You need to get better at that stuff before the next game night, else we're going to lose again"

"I doubt menstruation will come - ow!"

"Say it louder why don't you!"

"Sorry! I'll shut up now shall I?"

"That would be best" you huffed, your stomach rumbling loudly.

Tom laughed, rubbing his shoulder where you'd hit him. "Catering's this way, sour-puss"

"Don't call me that"

"Ah, hormones! Wonderful mood changing fuckers" he muttered to himself, arm around your shoulder as he led you to catering.

Doughnut and coffee in hand you were suitably mollified, apart from feeling guilty for snapping at Tom.

"Sorry I'm a cranky bitch" you said, kissing his cheek and wiping away the cinnamon sugar mark left behind.

"It's okay, I'd be pretty cranky too if I bled out of my dick every month"

"TOM!" you gasped, elbowing him in the ribs and gesturing to the nearby crew, a few of who had definitely heard him.

"Sorry" he replied sheepishly, though by the cheeky grin he wasn't that sorry.

"Liar. Don't they need you?"

"Probably"

You rolled your eyes. "Come on movie star, I don't want to get in trouble for delaying production"

**

You started, groggily looking up to find Tom hovering over you.

"Sorry love, I'm just going to set" he said, leaning over and kissing your cheek.

"Oh, I'll come" you mumbled, sitting up and yawning.

Though the two of you had gone to bed late and the sun wasn't yet on the horizon, you only had a few days before returning to London and you wanted to spend as much time with him as you could, even if that meant hanging around set all day and night.