Forbidden - Pedro Pascal

Chapter 1 : "do you remember the steps?"

Hey guys I hope you like this, didn't expect it to get any reads; it's basically just an elaboration of a dream scenario I used to fall asleep at night LMFAO... enjoy

———————     Characters     ———————

                         ~Lily Calloway~
As "Lily"

                           ~Pedro Pascal~
As himself

                           ~Oscar Isaac~
As himself

                        ~Enya Umanzor~
As "Enya"

                    ~Jeffrey Dean Morgan~
As "Lily's Dad"

            ********CHAPTER ONE *******

I took a few gulps of water out of my huge workout bottle, panting and covered in a light sheen of sweat. Pedro patted my thigh affectionately as he staggered over to the break bench. The dark curls of his hair were slick and stuck to his shining forehead.

"You're killing me Lily, I'm not built for salsa. Or maybe I was, like, 20 years ago," he grinned, gesturing towards his heavily muscled body.

"Hey you worked out hard for this role," I answered, squeezing his bicep playfully. "It's all in the mentality anyways. The more practice we do now, the less takes you'll need to do for this film."

He walked in slow circles, rubbing his forehead and chuckling. I placed my bottle down and stretched quickly. "Alright, let's go again." I took his hand and we lined up, a hand on his shoulder; he placed his on my lower back, the warmth of his body radiating into mine.

"Relax," I teased, scrunching up my nose. It had become almost an inside joke now, I said it before we began every time. He took an overly large sigh as I felt his chest rise and fall, looking at me tauntingly with a glimmer in his eyes. I grinned. "Perfect,"

For another hour we practiced as I slowly got to working out the flaws in his form. He was a great dancer naturally, so for a dance choreographer like me, it was a piece of cake to get him up to speed; only the second month of training and he was almost ready.

I heard the studio doors flap gently open, and there was Pedro's partnering actress, a relatively unknown actress at that - it seemed to be one of her first roles. She was strikingly beautiful, with thick blonde hair to her waist and piercingly blue eyes, an iced coffee to hand. Behind her strode in the dance co ordinator, John, who even I was afraid of. He clapped his hands together sharply, the sound whipping through the room.

"Alright, let's see how we're doing," John gestured to Pedro, his arms still around my waist. The girl sauntered over and placed down her coffee. She had barely turned up for rehearsals the past month, so I dreaded how this would go. I took a deep breath and directed them into position.

"Okay guys, we'll start beginning of Act 2: you guys are at the work party, ready for the ballroom dance to compete against Joe and Maria. All set?" I rubbed my hands together in hope.

Pedro nodded, giving me a comforting smile. The actress seemed like she barely heard me, or cared, looking at her nails. He attempted to lead her as I switched on the music, and she stumbled four times. Before we could even get to the end, John raised a hand.

"You." He flicked his hand in the direction of the girl. "Get out. Don't come back until you've practiced for at least 12 hours, that was atrocious."

In a huff, she picked up her coffee and left.

I glanced at Pedro - he looked worriedly back.

"Lily, are you even training them? Did you even choreograph something for them? I mean, what was that," he interrogated
, hand on hip.

I felt my cheeks flush, partially with anger. I opened my mouth to defend my self, but Pedro took a step forward before I could.

"Hey, that's not entirely fair. The girl hasn't showed up to half the rehearsals, and you didn't let us finish. It's a great choreography, let me do it with Lily, I'll show you." Pedro's voice was deep now, his dark eyes a little clouded with frustration.

John waved a hand carelessly, and we took that as a sign to begin. I pressed the music and ran into position with Pedro, who squeezed my hand, his brow furrowed.

We completed the dance perfectly, but even my heart beat a little harder for the final part. I was suddenly 9 again in a dance studio being ridiculed by a teacher, instead of the 22 year old woman I really am.

Approaching the finale, he nodded at me to signal, and I flew into the air above his head, catching me and holding me there for a good 5 seconds until the music ended. It felt like forever, and my hips tingled with nervousness around the firm grip of his huge hands.

To my delight, John broke into applause, scoffing in his constant state of annoyance that seemed to prevail despite he was pleased.

"For fucks sake Lily, you should have been casted for this instead," John muttered, leaving with a flap of the doors behind him. Pedro lowered me down laughing, his forehead almost pressed against mine for a second, the heat from each other humming between us.

"I would have much preferred that," he whispered, and I stifled my giggles.