What if...

Chapter 10

AN: this is a bit of a filler chapter I needed to lay the basis for the following plot!

After that faithful Friday night, when Jen had shown up at his door, they had spend the whole weekend in bed, not even getting dressed. David had gone down to fix them some snacks or drinks every once in a while, but the rest of the time, they had mostly enjoyed each other to the fullest... talking for hours, making plans for their future, showering together... and he could not even recall the number of times they had sex.

And while he was blown away by how amazing their "first time" had been, convinced it could not get any better than this, he was proven wrong with every time that followed being even more amazing than the previous. They were even more in synch, more confident in their touches and exploring each other more and more. He thought he would never get enough of this woman. He only had gotten dressed and gotten her bag out of the car on Sunday night, so she would not have to go back to the set on Monday in the same clothes she had worn on Friday.

On Monday, they had both taken seperate cars back to the set, and when they had hung out with the others, he had chimed in in the sympathy talk when she had announced that her and Tate had decided to call it quits, as it simply seemed like the time had come. Fortunately, no questions had been raised by the others.

After that, they had mostly spend their evenings either at one of their houses, or, in case they met with the others after work, had left separately only to meet up at home.

He had to admit it really was fun to be sneaky about this. And also amazed that nobody seemed to have caught up on them yet. While they had tried to keep it low key between them whenever the others were around, there had been a couple of heated "moments" in either his or her dressing room... entwined bodies and tongues, lying on a couch... his hand below her shirt, teasing her nipples while they kissed... their consciousness had always kicked in before they ever actually had sex on set,  but still... it had been hard to keep himself together.

Since everyone was used to a certain degree of flirtation between them, nobody had caught up.

This night, a few weeks later, he was already at home cooking dinner for them. They had the afternoon off and Jen had decided to spend that time shopping with Lisa and Courteney and then excuse herself to get home to spend the evening with him. It was not that he would have minded if she had decided to spend the night with the girls too, but being apart seemed to be just as hard on her as it was on him at this point.

He had tought of asking her to just live with him, yes he was that guy, but he knew he could hardly ask her as long as they still kept the relationship itself a secret. Plus, it was quite early... But when you knew, you knew, right?

While he was still lost in thought, cutting up carrots and leech for the Bolognese sauce, he overheard the key in the door and was surprised when Jen hugged him from behind and landed her lips on his neck.

He put the knife down and turned around in her arms to give her a proper "welcome home" kiss.

She put her hands around his neck and smiled excitedly.

"Guess what happened today? I got a call from my agent. I have an audition for a movie next week!!! It has the working title "Object of my affection", it's a dramatic comedy, and it's 20th Century Fox!!! And she did not contact THEM, they contacted her because they WANT ME for the part!!!! Isn't that great?!?! "

"OH MY GOD! That's fucking fantastic!!!", was his reply as he hugged her tightly.

She continued to explain: "They want me to come in and do a scene, and if that goes well I will do some screen tests... and who knows?!?! I know it's not a huge blockbuster, but: THEY wanted ME specifically!!!!"

"Are you kidding? It's perfect! And 20th Century? Please!!! Come on!!!", he said in honest excitement.

"Do you know when it will film?"

"It would be in New York, this summer!"

"That sounds so great! You know what? We need to celebrate this! Why don't you pick a nice bottle of wine, and I finish this, and then we start the real celebration after dinner?", he asked her, nodding his head towards the stove, squeezing her butt.

"You bet!", she said and danced out of the room to the cellar to pick up the wine.

He chuckled and returned his attention to the cooking.

When she returned, they opened the wine and poured the first glass. They kept chatting while Jen sat the table and he finished the cooking.

After dinner, they did the dishes together.

Jen put the towel she had used to dry around his neck to pull him closer to her.

"How about we head upstairs for dessert now?", she asked, giving him a suggestive smile.

He took the towel from her hands, scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the fridge bridal style. Then he said: "Open it. There is a can of whipped cream in there that I plan on licking off of you on this very special day."

She laughed at him, did as he requested and let him carry her up the stairs.

She threw the container on the bed when he sat her down at the foot end, and they undressed each other under feverish kisses.

When they had thouroughly enjoyed themselves, they took a quick shower to get rid of the sticky remains on their skin. When they finally fell into bed and he wrapped her up in his arms, before falling asleep, all he could think was: "I could SO get used to this."

AN: the whipped cream thing is inspired by David's movie Kissing a Fool. And yes, I considered writing it out, but somehow I did not have it in me LOL. Sorry for the tease. If you would have liked read it, feel free to play it in your head! 😈Next one will be more interesting and also a little spicy! Thx for sticking around!