A/N: Hey there! I'm back with a (quite short -- sorry) chapter. We're moving slowly, so this is just an introduction, really. It'll get more exciting in later chapters, I promise. And they'll also get longer, eventually. For now, enjoy, and tell me what you think?

She's excited. Katharina Wesselowa is probably as excited as she’s rarely been before.

Okay, maybe her boyfriend as well as her family – or her former dance partner – have something to say about that. Moving in together with Tom not yet half a year ago has been exciting. Maybe even getting a baby brother when she was three. And winning the European championship in ballroom and latin dancing last year maybe has been a tiny bit exciting itself.

Okay, so, a lot of good things have happened to Katharina in the past 31 years.

But this, this is something that could be fun again. Since she's ended her career, she’s been teaching in a big dancing studio here in London. And it’s great to see people who are simply dancing out of fun getting better at it and enjoy themselves. But now, now she could have the chance of dancing for everyone to see again. Literally everyone, Strictly Come Dancing is a big thing on TV. If she decides to do it.

“Honey, I'm home!” she calls jokingly, as she gets rid of her shoes by the front door and drops her keys in the bowl on the sideboard.

“Living-room!”

Nina – as Tom uses to call her – grins. She can see it in her mind. He's on the couch, either a book or a script in hand, a half full cup of coffee on the table and at least three cookies on a plate. After two years together, she knows him almost as well as she knows herself. Maybe even better.

Dropping her bag by the door as well, Nina quickly makes her way over. There he is, on the couch as predicted, glasses perched on his nose, looking at the door and grinning at her. Instead of coffee it’s the red wine she knows he loves, but everything she was right about.

“Hi there,” she giggles and Tom laughs at her as she comes towards him, crawls up his body on all fours and kisses him hello before she wraps herself around him, snuggling close.

“What has you in such a good mood?” he asks. “Not that I mind a bit of kissing here and there.”

Nina chuckles. “You, of course.” At Tom's snort, she slaps his biceps lightly. “Let me be the cheeky one for once.”

She sighs when Tom pulls her closer, his hands wandering up and down her back. Nina turns her head to drop a kiss on his throat.

“Out with it.”

Muttering, she sits up, her hands on Tom's chest and her knees on either side of his hips. But then she thinks about this huge opportunity again and can’t help but grin broadly and wiggle her brows.

“What do you think of Strictly Come Dancing?”

“Never really watched.” He trails off and then his eyes widen, slowly catching up. “But should I? In the future?”

Nina nods, then hesitates. “Well, I’m not sure yet. But one of their producers came by the studio today. They’ve seen videos of Martin’s and my performances. They’re asking.”

Tom sits up as well, his face now inches from hers. His lips press to hers lightly. “Do you want to?”

She shrugs, but smiles against his lips. “I’m a bit scared they just want me, because they know I’m with you.”

They never hid their relationship since they’ve got together almost two years ago after Tom came back from Australia in November of 2016. They met – and Nina knows it sounds like a cliché – during a charity event where they both performed a dramatic piece and a dance respectively.

'The dancer Katharina Wesselowa and actor Tom Hiddleston hit it off quickly' the press would say. Truth is, they were giving themselves a bit of time to fully get over past relationships, but stayed in contact.

It didn’t take longer than a month though, before they went on their first date. It was around Christmas time, and the atmosphere couldn’t have been more romantic if they tried.

So, people know about them. The producers surely know about them, and maybe they just hope to draw attention? That’s what’s been swirling around in Nina's head all afternoon.

“They don’t. You’re a great dancer. And a great teacher.”

“I told them I’ll think about it.”

Tom nods against her. “Do that.”
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So that’s what she does. She thinks about it as Tom reads a book and she's propped up against him, nibbling on some crisps. She thinks about it as well when they share dinner and talk about Tom’s day.

And she also thinks about it as she snuggles up to Tom when they’re both naked and sweaty and in bed next to each other, when it’s dark outside and she really should be sleeping. Instead the opportunity to do something incredible in the next year is in her head.

Nina is even still thinking about it when she sees Tom slightly furrowing his brow and licking his lips. She frowns.

“What is it?”

He shakes his head, shooting her a smile, and pulls her into a hug that has her face pressed against his chest. “Nothing.”

“Uh-huh. I don’t believe you for one bit.”

“Okay. I had some news today as well.”

“Ooph.” It’s mumbles against Tom, and Nina pushes to get away from him, then leans on her elbow and presses a hand against Tom’s chest instead. He’s grinning at her. “Tell me.”

“You know, I actually still can’t tell you.”

“Now that’s just bullshit. What is it?”

“Marvel could shoot me.”

That has her alert. “Is it about the thing you told me in March? Or well, the thing you also couldn’t tell me then?”

“I really couldn’t. And can’t. But it’s big. And it’ll be somehow announced next month. It's also processing quite quickly.”

“But we need to plan around it, don’t we? If Strictly will be too much, I need to know. Will it be too much?”

Her heart beats fast. Now she’s got herself all excited just for Tom to shoot god knows where and her not being able to visit? Or for Tom to not be able to see the show? No way.

He smiles at her though, and all seems to be okay, somehow.

“I can tell you that it won’t be for a bit, possibly even a bit more than a year. And it’d have me in London. And that I’m freaking excited they want me.”

Nina pushes herself up some more. If Tom’s excited she’s excited as well. She straddles him, grinning at his huff.

“Of course, they want you. Everyone wants you. And I want you to do this, if it makes you happy.”

He smiles up at her, and Nina can’t do anything else than lean forward and press a kiss to his lips. “It makes me happy,” he whispers against her mouth.

“I can make you happy too,” she mumbles back and then screams and laughs as Tom turns them both around to pin her to the mattress.