Forbidden - Pedro Pascal

Chapter 6: "trust me, i want to,"

(Smut warning)

The comfort of Pedro's hand on my bare back soothed me a little in the midst of all the flashing cameras and yelling of the different photographers. I tried to avoid the stare of his fans pressed against the barricade of the red carpet but I waved in their direction when he did and they gawped, open mouthed.

Who is she? Wow she's pretty, Is that his girlfriend?

I heard a few mutters amongst the fans, but it seemed to be genuine curiosity.

One particular reporter beckoned us clearly, and so he directed me over. The gaggle of people stretched to put microphones near our faces.

They asked a few generic questions to Pedro and seemed to ignore me, which calmed me enough to space out a little, feeling dazzled by the clicking of cameras.

Yanked out of my daydream, I noticed a reporter move the microphone closer to me, and Pedro nudged my side.

"So, is this Pedro's stunning girlfriend we're blessed with tonight?" The woman prodded, eyebrows raised in anticipation of my answer.

I froze; I wasn't expecting such a jarring question.

"Ummm, no not exactly.." I laughed a little nervously, eyes sliding over to Pedro. He leaned forward into the mic.

"Yeah I actually paid her to be my date, it's all a facade," the group shrieked with laughter and I felt a wave of relief, thankful he diffused the tension.

We were pulled around for a few more photos, and Pedro tapped me.

"Okay they've had enough good ones, start making faces," he pulled a ridiculous face into the nearest camera, and I did the same, evoking the twittering of laughter throughout the crowd.

"Hard part is over," he looked at me hopefully as we walked into the grandiose movie theatre. I breathed out, and he interlocked his fingers with mine as we settled into our seats.

It was odd seeing Pedro on a huge screen in front of me and then looking over to see his dark eyes lit up with the cinema screen, frowning a little as if analysing his own performance.

"Hey, this is brilliant," I whispered, squeezing his huge paw of a hand.

He smiled a little in relief, his expression softening as he hooked a loose strand of hair gently around my ear. Slowly he looked down at my lips, shifting forward to me to bring me into a soft kiss, a thumb brushing my cheek and his fingers cupped around the back of my neck. For a while it felt like no one else in this theatre existed; I had never felt so safe.

Pedro tugged my dress down a little jokingly, raising his eyebrows at my exposed upper leg through the slit in my dress. I stifled a laugh, but looked up at him as he left his hand on my bare leg. My heart thudded a little as he drew circles with his thumb inside my thigh. I shifted so his hand drew closer to in between my legs, breathing heavier as he moved my lace thong to the side.

He looked at me hungrily, waiting for permission. I nodded lightly and his eyes glimmered as he watched me squirm with pleasure, his fingers in slow circles over my clit and teasing my soaking opening.

Two can play this game, I thought, and leant over to his seat, my lips hovering over his as I traced his bulging manhood tense against his pants. As I unzipped his fly, I smiled as he struggled to kiss me back at the work of my hands.

My breathlessness worsened as his fingers grew rougher against me, a quiet moan leaving my lips. He pulled away, biting his lip and I paused, glancing around the theatre.

"We shouldn't," I whispered against his face. He nodded, groaning a little, sliding back into his seat.

"Trust me, I want to," he mouthed to me, and I looked away grinning.

"Me too," I mouthed back. He threw his head against the back of his seat in frustration, smiling from ear to ear showing his pearly teeth.