Close to not enough - Jensen Ackles Fanfic

8º Chapter

I was almost ready, the flowered dress I had picked earlier that day still fitted me perfectly, hitting the middle of my thighs and hugging my curves perfectly.

I decided to let my hair with his natural waves after taking a shower and the make-up was nowhere to be seen on my face except for a small amount of mascara.

Before they left yesterday, Jensen told me that he wanted to take me out to know a bit of the town after he shot his scenes for the day. But sadly, he ended up working more hours than he was supposed to.

He apologized to me like five times in one single hour, but I wasn't mad at him or anything to be honest. He has a job and I want him to keep it... no one could replace Dean Winchester, really.

Instead of getting all grumpy and mad because of this small mishap of schedules, I decided to still get ready.

I texted Gen, asking the address of the set, and she didn't take more than 10 minutes to answer me with the details that I needed to get there.

The drive wasn't that long and the view around the place was amazing considering that all I could see was green around me because of the forest that surrounded the place. Perfect for all the scenes the boys had to shoot in the woods.

"Here, the security won't let me pass on my own, said that I need someone to come and get me, or he will call the police... Can I kill him?"

I texted Gen, so she could do something about it, this is supposed to be a surprise for Jensen because in his mind I was probably upset at him for not being able to stick to our plans. So I want to show him that even if we can't take a walk around town, we could still spend some time together, even if it is on set.

"Try again!"

She answered me and when my eyes landed for the second time on the security man in front of me, he had a small smile on his face gesturing to me to walk into the massive studio of WB.

I probably got lost like four times while trying to find the door that says "Supernatural" in it, but when I finally found it, I started to have some second thoughts about coming in here. Maybe Jensen just didn't want to hang out today... Maybe he is tired because of work and doesn't want to waste time doing something other than take a rest afterwards.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I felt a hand grabbing mine tightly, my eyes landed on Charlie, I mean Felicia... I met her once at the cast party two days ago, and apparently she still remembers me.

"Hey Claire! Gen couldn't come pick you up at the door, so she sent me." — The red haired girl said, giving me her beautiful smile, and I just smiled at her while she pulled me into a large hall.

"It's fine... I can come back later if it's a bad time!" — I said, perhaps I should just go and pretend that I was never here, possibly getting dressed was a bad move, and they all have too much work to do.

"Don't be stupid, Claire!" — She said, getting me a little surprised by her words. — "Everyone loved you at the party, you're more than welcome here, and don't get me started on how frustrated Jensen is since he figured he needed to stay until late." — She concluded, I shouldn't be smiling at that, but I couldn't help it either... Jensen actually wanted to be with me.

She led me into another door, this one got us into the main studio where the lights were extremely low and for a single second the only thing I could hear was Jensen's voice. This time I just knew he was playing his character by the harshness in it.

Felicia pointed me to a chair right next to hers in the first row, so we could watch properly what the guys were shooting at the moment.

I have never been in a studio before, especially watching the actors and actresses play their roles, but this is really amazing... seeing three people that normally are happy and careless turning into a completely different person is somehow powerful.

I was probably looking like a little kid at the candy shop at the moment. Gen already told me that she was going to be killed off the show, but she wasn't sad about that because as she said 'I found love in that show, I can only be grateful for it'.

"Cut" – The man next to me yelled loudly which made me jump on my seat, Felicia was already laughing at my reaction and I soon joined her. — "Jared and Genevieve, do you want everyone to leave, or they can stay?" — The man asked, and now I'm actually curious about the next scene they were shooting.

"Probably is better if we keep it to the minimum." — Gen replied, and I could already see in her face that she was kind of insecure about something, I just don't really know what.

"Ok then. Everybody, go to your trailer or go do whatever it is that celebrities do nowadays." — The director said once again, and I immediately jumped from my seat. I was about to start walking in the direction of the door when I felt a pair of arms hugging my body from behind. The single and sweet kiss that was left on the back of my neck made me shiver.

"Hello to you, too, Handsome." — I said, the smile growing on my lips as I turned around, finally seeing those big green orbs looking at me, and the outfit he was wearing... Dean's outfit. Is it wrong for me to be slightly turned on by that? I hope not.

"Stop undressing Dean with those innocent eyes, Claire!" — Felicia yelled from behind us, before she disappeared in one of the doors that lead to the outside world.

"Yeah... stop undressing, Dean." — Jensen said, the playfulness in his voice mixed with the small smirk that was on his face only made me want to undress him even more. — "What are you doing here?" — He asked, his hand grabbing mine slowly making me walk behind him, but for some reason, that question really made me start to doubt again for being here in the first place.

"I'm sorry... I thought it was a good idea to come to see you, but now I realize that I should have just stayed at home or at least asked you, you're working after all." — I said, while walking in the studio street.

"I'm glad you came! Don't get me wrong, Sweetheart, I just thought that you would be mad at me or something for being late for our little tour today." — He said, opening the door to what I assume is his trailer.

"Mad? Why should I be mad?" — I asked, taking a look at the design of the small space. A small bedroom with just a bed was in a corner, a couch and a small kitchen...but even being this small it's almost better than my apartment back in San Francisco.

"Most girls that I've dated get really mad whenever I have to delay some plans." — He said, making me smile as he took a seat on the couch.

"Then it's a good thing we're not dating, right?" — I asked, obviously joking... not that we were dating really, but obviously I wouldn't be mad at him even if we were.

"We're dating, Sweetheart, just not officially." — He said, his eyes closing for a second which gave me enough time to lock the door behind me, something in me gave me the courage to walk in his direction slowly.

"So... if we're dating, unofficially. Can I do this?" — I asked, my voice was low, almost like a whisper as I straddle his lap slowly, my dress slowly lifting due to the position I currently was in and in an instant Jensen's hands were grabbing my tights.

"You can do whatever the fuck you want... with me, to me." — He said, his eyes slowly opening to lock with mine, his tongue slowly wetting his bottom lip, making me want to kiss him right in the second.

"And... Am I talking with Dean right now or...?" — I asked, looking deeply into his eyes that were turning a shade darker as the moments passed.

"Don't you dare, Claire." — He said, his tone was playful, but his fingers were getting tighter around my legs, sending waves of electricity through my body.

"I won't... not today at least... Someday definitely" – I said, the space between us was almost gone by now, our noses were touching lightly, and I could feel his breath hitting my lips making the desire to kiss him only grow higher. — "I want to kiss you..." — I said, my voice barely above a whisper, but I think he heard me perfectly, since after that I felt him close the space that was left between us, selling our lips in a heated kiss.