Something Good (Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader) Part 28
Summary: Tom takes you for a spin on the dance floor.
Read the previous parts here
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The sun was just going down as the three of them hoped out of the dirty SUV in front of J.B’s. It was almost tradition now when he was in town. It was a requirement when you were both in town at the same time. The giant red barn had been renovated nearly twenty years ago into a BBQ joint and dance hall. The country swing style of dancing you were accustomed to wasn’t far off from some of the styles he had been trained in during both school and various movie roles. You were shocked when he was a pro by the end of the first night and Tom was without a doubt the best dance partner you had ever had. The more you could read and anticipate your partner’s moves, the more fluid the moves became.
Mom went to find a table while you and Tom stood in line to get dinner and the first round of drinks ordered. Everywhere else you went with him, people were stopping him. Back at home, people were stopping for you. Being born and raised in the small town, you knew nearly everyone somehow or at least knew their relatives. By the time the two of you made your way over to the table with three cold beers in hand, you had already been stopped four times. Each time, Tom just stood patiently beside you and smiled at you. If the person lingered for more than a brief moment, you politely introduced them. Tonight alone, he had met a friend from grade school, an old teacher, and your boss from your high school job. He leaned down beside your ear before going to pick up the tray of food from the counter when your number was called.
“Look who’s the famous one now, Love. I get the chance to be your arm candy.”
You playfully smacked his chest. He gave you a wink before going to pick up the order. As always, the food was amazing. J.B. had been the local grill master since you were a little girl and was a good friend of your dad’s. When he opened the place, you spent most Saturday nights here well into your teens. There was even a wild night here when you came back to town just after your 21st birthday and got to finally have a beer at your favorite place. Tom took a swig of his new beer to wash down the last bite of food before turning to your mom.
“Alright Darling, first dance always goes to you. We’re not changing things now.”
He took your mom’s hand and kissed the back of it as he started to lead her around the table towards the dance floor. When she fake swooned, you and Tom both let out a loud laugh.
“Try to survive without us for a few minutes, George.”
Tom kissed the top of your head as he left to dance with your mother. Her face always lit up when he danced with her. You knew he made her feel young again. He was also the only man she had danced with since your father died. It was good to see her out on the dance floor after watching your parents spin around to the music nearly every single Saturday night.
Your mom wasn’t the only thing that looked good out on that dance floor. Tom’s dance with her gave you the perfect chance to watch him without it being as obvious. You were pretty sure the man had never had an off day when it came to his appearance. He looked like perfection 24/7. It was most likely the southern belle in you, but when he dressed up to go out dancing with you, he looked like pure sex poured into a pair of tight blue jeans and cowboy boots. Just to make sure he always had them when he needed them, he left his boots from “I Saw The Light” at the ranch since they were already worn in from filming. It was the only time you ever saw him in boots, so you savored the sight in front of you. Tonight, he had traded in his usual button up shirt for a very fitted cotton t-shirt and the fit of his denim pants hugged his amazing ass in all the right places. You would never tell him, but seeing Southern Gentleman Hiddleston was one of the main reasons you loved to go dancing with him so much. The feast in front of you was a million times better than any country fantasy your teenage self could have imagined. He looked delicious in a designer suit, but damn… it was nothing compared to this.
When the song ended, he gave her one final spin before looking back at you. A faster pace song started up and he narrowed his eyes and pointed his finger at you before curling it slowly to beckon you out on the dance floor with him. You laughed before chugging the rest of your beer and heading his way. When the two of you passed each other, your mother locked eyes with you.
“Keep it decent you two…”
Giving her a mischievous wink, you looked back at him standing at the edge of the dance floor with his thumbs hooked into his front pockets. His eyes traveled down your body before meeting yours again.
“No promises, Momma…”
The grin on his face only widened as you took his outstretched hand.
“I hope she got you warmed up, Hollywood.”
Tom quickly twirled you out and back into his chest as the two of you joined the flow of people around the sawdust covered floor.
“Dance with me and find out for yourself, Georgia…”
With it still being early in the evening, the dance floor was a little more crowded than usual so Tom kept it to tight spins and twirls around him as the two of you shuffled your feet across the floor. At one point, he brought you back in so your back was against his chest. You felt him plant a kiss on the side of your neck before the hand that was holding your arm across your waist lifted to direct you into another twirl. As you came back against his chest and back into the hold once again, you hoped the blush across your cheeks just looked like a warm flush from the dancing.
His outfit wasn’t the only thing you loved about going dancing with Tom. He always seemed to be more affectionate with you on the dance floor. You couldn’t complain about the physical contact and getting your hands on his body either. It wasn’t uncommon for your fingers to graze across his chest or back as he pulled you around him. The first song came to an end and yet another fast paced one began. At the same time, you both noticed the crowd thin out and he gave you that look.
“You ready, Gorgeous?”
You couldn’t help but let your eyes roam before giving him a sexy smirk.
Tom pulled his bottom lip between his teeth before leaning in towards you. You felt his hand slide around from your lower back to find your hand down by your hip. With a wink, he quickly pulled back away from you before twisting you around. Relying on his grip on your hands, you fell backwards against him until you almost touched with the floor. Tom lifted you back to your feet and spun you out into wider spins now that there was more room around the two of you. The dancing was now less of a simple two step around the floor and more of a blur of twists and spins.
Completely trusting him to direct you, you followed his lead and signals to anticipate his next move. He checked over his shoulder to make sure no one was behind him and you knew what was coming next. With one hand, he pulled you out of a spin towards him and slid his arm around to your lower back as he positioned you next to his side until you were standing just over his shoulder. When his other arm came up to your shoulders to support your weight, his foot kicked back against yours before planting his weight on that leg. You leaned back as he bent down at the waist and flipped you backwards into a low dip over his thigh. Knowing he had already checked for other dancers around you before leading you into the move, you bent your left leg and kicked up your right to help your momentum. The positioning had you nearly upside down in his arms with Tom’s face a couple of inches away from yours.
Once he lifted you back up, he slid you behind his back. Finding it exactly where he expected it, his left hand grabbed onto your right one as you passed and he twirled you into a fast and tight spin in front of him. Tom’s hand above your head kept you spinning as you lowered down into a squat and back up again. The more he spun you, the more you laughed. You were loving it. By the end of the song, you both were out of breath but grinning from ear to ear. Needing a break and another beer, you started to make your way off the dance floor towards the bar when a slow song started. His grip on your hand tightened as he pulled you back onto the floor with him.
“One more, Sweetheart. I’ll get you another drink after. Promise.”
He didn’t have to fight you too hard as Tom pulled you up against his chest. You felt his hand slide around your waist and he rested your clasped hands against his shoulder. With the slower pace of the song, he would spin you occasionally but chose to keep you against him instead. His leg was tucked in between yours as the two of you gracefully moved to the rhythm of the song.
As the chorus came up, Tom’s sultry voice sang the lyrics into your ear. Your head lifted off his chest to look up at him as he sang them directly to you.
“If I never get to see the Northern Lights, or I never see the Eiffel Tower at night… if all I got is your hand in my hand, Baby, I could die a happy man”
You gave him a confused look and he chuckled.
“You know this song?”
“Hey, I listen to country sometimes!”
Tom stared at you as he continued to recite the lyrics to you and he held you a little tighter.
“Baby, that red dress brings me to my knees, oh, but that black dress makes it hard to breathe.”
He made a face at you as he sang the next line to hear your laugh.
“You’re a saint, you’re a goddess, the cutest, the hottest, a masterpiece…”
His fingers softly tucked the hair behind your ear as he continued to sing to you.
“I don’t need no vacation, no fancy destination. Baby, you’re my great escape. We could stay at home, listen to the radio and dance around the fireplace…”
As the song started to finish, he rested his forehead against yours and whispered the lyrics to you.
“If I never get to build my mansion in Georgia or drive a sports car up the coast of California. Oh, if all I got is your hand in my hand, Baby, I could die a happy man…”
When the song ended, he lowered you into a dip before pulling you off the dance floor towards the bar.