Leading Lady | Charlie Barber x Reader.

Sweet Dreams.

*Lil bit of smut again. This is a slow burn, but it's building up the storyline and the sexual tension of course*

Rens was extremely busy when you arrived. Groups of people were huddled outside in the street smoking and talking, it was very New York. You went inside and looked around, hoping to see Charlie towering over everyone, but you couldn't see anyone you knew. You went over to the bar and got yourself a beer, spirits were definitely not a good idea after the tequila last night.

"There she is!" You heard a voice call out. It was Dylan.

He sat beside you with two other men from the theatre that you hadn't met yet. He introduced you to them. Eric worked on lighting and the other guy was a costume designer called Jonah. They seemed nice enough but they were all gawping at you, making you feel a little uneasy.

"So, where's the boss?" You asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"He's just having a cigarette, out back." Jonah said.

"Oh cool. I'm gonna go say hello." You said, hastily grabbing your beer and making your way to the outdoor smoking area.

Charlie was leaning against the brick wall outside, looking at his phone with one hand and holding a cigarette to his lips with the other. He was a sight for sore eyes. He was wearing a baggy white shirt, tucked into his black slacks, a brown leather belt keeping everything together. His wavy hair was pushed back out of his face, a frown set on his eyebrows.

"Can I pinch one?" You said, leaning up next to him. He looked down at you with a small grin, his face loosening up.

"Sure." He said, putting his phone back in his pocket and handing you a tailor made. "I didn't know you smoked?"

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Mr. Barber." You chuckled, placing the cigarette between your lips as he held a flame up to it.

"I see. And a beer drinker?" He grinned, noticing how big the pint glass looked in your hand.

"Yes. I'm a catch right?" You joked.

Charlie looked you up and down, he thought you were perfect. He felt his arousal begin to swell in his slacks as he looked at your legs, those perfect legs he longed to touch. You were wearing heels but you were still so tiny. He just wanted to pick you up and take you back to his place. You weren't just a catch, you were his dream girl.

"I hate to ask, but, I saw you frowning whilst you were looking at your phone. Is everything okay?" You said, hoping you weren't being too pushy.

"Oh, yeah...Nicole." He frowned again, she was the root of his unhappiness.

"Trouble in paradise?"

"Mhm." He sighed, stubbing his cigarette out on the bricks behind him. "We haven't been happy in a long time." He looked so upset, you wished you hadn't asked. The air suddenly turned cold, biting at your legs.

"We don't have to talk about it, come on, let's go back inside." You put your cigarette out and took him by the hand to lead him back inside the bar. Charlie's heart flipped in his chest, your hand felt too good in his.

Dylan and his other friends had found a table, there were several other people sat with them now as you and Charlie approached them. You let go of his hand and took a seat opposite him. A couple of girls who were also actors greeted you, you felt incredibly welcome.

You spent the evening drinking beers and talking about the play, enjoying getting to know your fellow colleagues outside of the theatre. Charlie ignored his phone and spent most of the evening looking at you, your face was glowing as you spoke. He couldn't look away.

One of the women, Mary, the assistant director, rubbed Charlies shoulder as she took a seat next to him. You noticed her whispering in his ear, how he smiled at her, you felt a twinge of jealousy settle in your gut. You couldn't explain it, you knew he was married and he was the boss so everyone wanted to be around him, but you still wanted him all to yourself.

You asked around if anyone wanted another drink, everyone was fine, somehow you were drinking quicker than everyone else. You wobbled over to the bar to get another beer, checking your phone. It was still early and you already felt drunk.

"Actually, could you make it a shandy?" You said to the friendly bartender, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of anyone, especially Charlie.

You heard someone say your name loudly over the sea of people in the bar, a familiar voice. You blood went cold.

"Vic?" He was sat at the bar, his blue eyes hovering over you. He approached you slowly, you tensed up.

"What are you doing here?" He asked. "You look... incredible."

"I'm here with friends. It was good to see your alive, but I really don't want to talk." You snapped, turning around, he grabbed your free hand, turning you back to face him.

"Hey, don't walk away. I've missed you." He purred, his voice made your skin crawl.

"Don't touch me." You hissed, snatching your hand away from him.

Charlie looked over at you to see where you had gone, worried you were stuck with a sleaze like Dylan. He noticed you by the bar, talking to a guy he didn't recognise, he saw you snatch your hand away from him and didn't like the expression on your face. Charlie made his way over to you at the bar, you looked up at him with thankful eyes.

"Is there a problem here?" Charlie said, glaring at your ex boyfriend like he was a deadly virus. He placed a hand on your lower back, making you relax.

"No, Vic was just leaving." You snapped.

"Who the fuck is this?" Vic said, loud enough to get the attention of the bar staff.

"This is my boss. Now, if you'll excuse us." You sighed, turning away and walking off with Charlie. Thankfully Vic left too, not looking back.

Charlie offered you another cigarette so you went back outside. You sat together, enjoying the feeling of being tipsy and being alone with him. Vic was the last person you needed to see tonight, but you were glad you had someone else with you. He had been violent in the past and you didn't fancy another split lip.

"I take it that was the ex?" Charlie mused, exhaling smoke and nursing his old fashioned.

"Unfortunately, yes. I'm sorry about that."

"You have nothing to be sorry for." He said. You were used to apologising to Vic so much it was almost second nature.

"Thank you, for rescuing me." You sighed, placing your head on Charlie's big shoulder. Charlie looked down at you as you nuzzled up against him. He sighed too, knowing that you were both in need of affection.

"Do you have plans tomorrow?" He asked, resting his chin on the top of your head. It felt so good to be so close to him in that moment, you almost forgot his question.

"I'm seeing my friend Rose in the afternoon, but I'm free in the evening." You said. You noticed Dylan and Eric walking outside and moved your head away from Charlie.

"Well I was going to see a movie tomorrow evening, alone, would you like to come along?" Your heart fluttered. Seeing a movie with Charlie Barber, it was like a dream come true. You nodded, accepting his invite gratefully.

"Charlie! And...m'lady." Dylan said, stumbling around. He had drank one too many whiskey's.

You let out a small chuckle at him and he tipped his pretend hat to you. "You're a mess Dylan." You said, watching him as he wobbled around, trying to make you laugh again.

"And you...are gorgeous." He said, taking your hand and kissing it. You grimaced, Dylan was cute but definitely not your type.

"Well, I should get going." You said, pulling your hand away from Dylan's clammy one.

You said a brief goodbye to everyone and Charlie left with you. You explained that you could get an Uber alone but he insisted on sharing one with you to make sure you got home safe. The journey was quiet, you were both just enjoying the sights, the twinkling lights of the city flashing past as you drove.

"Well, this is me." You said, as the driver pulled up to your apartment building. "I'll see you tomorrow night."

"Here." Charlie said, placing a small card into your hand, it had his number on it. You smiled at him, his lips looked too tempting in the pale moonlight, your drunken mind full of ideas. "Text me so I have your number. See you tomorrow, leading lady."
...

You clutched the card to your chest as you sat down on your bed, you felt like a little girl who just had just had her first date. Charlie was like a drug, you wanted him close. You wanted to drag him inside your apartment with you and feel him on top of you. You wanted to taste his lips, feel his hands all over you. You were intoxicated just thinking about him.

Charlie hadn't stopped thinking about you either, since the moment he saw you at your audition. Flustered and covered in coffee, your scuffed knees from the fall you had, you were consuming him. And tonight, the way you rested your head on him, how you drank beer like it was water. He was smitten, and he had masturbated over you more time's than he'd care to admit. Imagining how tight and wet your cunt was. He couldn't stop. He felt so dirty.

You spend almost an hour thinking about what to text him. You kept deleting and rewriting, deleting and rewriting. Just sent the text god damn it!

'Hey. It's me. Thank you for tonight, I had a great time. I hope you sleep well.'

He replied almost instantly.

'Best night I've had in ages. I look forward to tomorrow. Sweet dreams.'

Your heart skipped a beat. You couldn't help but slip off your clothes and dip your hands into your panties. You rubbed your clit and moaned Charlie's name over and over again, wishing his large hands were touching you instead. Imagining his soft lips were sucking your neck. You came hard, what was this man doing to you? He was married...But he said it himself, he wasn't happy. Maybe you could make him happy. You sighed, tucking yourself into bed. Sweet dreams indeed.

*AN - I hope you're enjoying the story so far!
Thing are going to get spicy soon! Love you all, SithKween!*