Thank god we didn't have to pay for phone bills by the minute any more. 5 days in New York were spent in bed mainly. We ventured out for food - we didn't go together for fear of photos as we were happy in our little bubble at the moment, but we spent the week wrapped in us. I don't think I'd ever felt such a connection with someone. Then, far quicker than I ever expected, he was off again - back to Canada. Luckily I had a good few projects to keep me entertained but every night, or morning, or spare moment we were texting and calling one and other.
"Can we go away or something once this is over" he grumbled over video call late one night.
"Where are you going to take me?"
"Maybe we go to Chile, you could meet my dad and millions of cousins" he smiled.
"I was thinking more somewhere I can chill out, not have to be on my best behaviour"
"They'll think you're wonderful, no matter how you behave. How about we find somewhere hot, and private with a pool and a beach that's on the way to my dad's, and we stay away for a few days, and then maybe go and say hi to him after?" he seemed keen for me to meet his dad which I wasn't adverse to, just didn't expect he would ever be in that place - meeting family was very "relasionship-y"
"I mean if you're going to take me off on a mini break then I'm down for that"
"I'll get thinking. We might have to wait a bit to have a break in schedules though" he was right. When he finished in Canada, he was back on the west coast for a bit, we were both at Comic-Con for separate things, but it meant we could hang out a bit. Then he was filming in Texas for the rest of June and July. It would be my birthday before we had any time to really be together.
"I miss you" I huffed. "I'm feeling rather lonely"
"Lonely or horney? Do you just miss sex?" he winked.
"Yeah, I miss sex with you though" I smiled but I really did. When he was around everything was so intense. We got in months worth of talk and sex into a few days. And then when he was gone I felt totally empty and alone.
"Anything I can do?" He raised an eye brow. He knew there was, we'd managed a few dirty talk session over the phone and I did love the way he could talk me through things. "I miss you too" he huffed. "You look good, like really good" he smiled
"You look pretty hot yourself" I set my phone agaist my nightstand.
"Fuck I wish I was there" His hand dipped under the waist band on his boxers.
"Fucking wish you were here too. I'm so wet just thinking about you"
"Shit Soph. I want you to fuck your fingers for me." He was quickly well and truly pumping his cock, boxers pulled down. I pushed two fingers inside of me and writhed on the bed a bit. "That's it. Now stop a second. I want you to tell me what you taste like" I pulled my hand up to my lips and coated my bottom lip with my slick fingers. I slowly licked my lip and he groaned and licked his lips too.
"Tastes fucking good" I said sucking my fingers with a pop.
"Fuck you're sexy. Kinky, beautiful, sexy as fuck!" His hand increased in speed. "You think you can come for me, Soph. You look so hot when you come"
I went back to curling my fingers within me and used my other hand to rub my clit. "Keep talking to me Pedro, I fucking love hearing you" I managed through breathy huffs.
"I wish I was there Baby, I'd bury my cock deep inside of you. I know you'd feel fucking amazing, so tight and wet. Your pussy clamping on my dick is the best feeling in the world. I can't wait to get you back and fill you completely. Shit, ah, fuck!" I opened my eyes as he came, I watched his wrist pump as his come shot over his hand and stomach. I threw my head back and let my orgasm peak. We both lay panting slightly. "Fuck, no where near as good as having you here" he hummed and searched about for a tissue to clean himself up a bit. "Think you might be able to sleep better now?"
"A little, maybe. A few weeks and I'll see you right?"
"Right! I've asked for evenings free so hopefully we can sneak away. Or at least into each other's rooms" he winked.
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Comic-Con was always fun, I had gone for years thanks to the super hero thing, and now it was over if we wanted to we could dine out for decades on appearances and photos at these things. I was now there to promote a different project that I had written on rather than be front of camera. It meant I could sneak about a little more, everyone would be looking at the stars of films and I could just pop into a panel or two, cause a bit of a stir and then hide away again.
Pedro had a full schedule for 'The last of us' and 'Mando' and was going to be much busier than me.
I arrived at my hotel and checked in. Found the rest of the film's cast and crew and we headed to the bar before things kicked off properly the opening day. I had a panel on day two but was hanging around for Pedro who was there for the whole few days.
"Is that the guy from Narcos?" Dan the director nodded over at the door to the bar and my heart fluttered. I looked over and had to stop my self from leaping up and throwing myself at him there and then.
"Yeah it is. Pedro Pascal right?" Emma one of the actors spotted him too.
"It is yeah" I smiled over and he caught my eye and winked.
"You know him?" Emma asked
"Kinda yeah"
He headed over and slipped his hand around my waist before kissing me on the cheek. "Knew I'd find you in the bar" he cheeked. "Sorry to interrupt" he apologised all around.
"You're not interrupting, guys this is Pedro, Pedro these are the guys from my last project." He smiled around and said hi.
"You been here long?" He asked.
"We've had a few, you?"
"Just got here and came looking for you. What's the plan?" He asked his eyes shimmering.
"I can head off now?" I wanted to make the most of every moment with him.
"Finish your drink, I'll go and unpack a bit." He gave me his spare room key and headed off.
"Kinda know him my ass!" Emma scoffed. "How long has this been a thing?"
"A few months, it's not a real thing. Just convenient, and a bit of fun" I blushed.
"We'll you go and enjoy that fun then!"
And we did. We spent the night in bed, Pedro over slept the next morning and we were awoken by his publicist hammering on the door. He made it to the press but was back with me as soon as it was over. We barely slept or took time to eat, if felt like a wast of time, time we could be spent wrapped around each other.
The final night we were dozing off, Pedro was off to La for a week and then Texas for 6 weeks shooting. I was back in the uk to film in London over July and for the first time in a long time I'd not wanted to start a job. I led my head on his chest feeling his breathing slow as he relaxed.
"I really like this" he whispered his hand drawing circled on my waist. "realmente me gustas"
"What was that?" I questioned half asleep.
"I really like this" he repeated. "I'm finding the thought of being away from you again really difficult".
"Me too."
"me estoy enamorando de ti" he said again in Spanish.
"Yeah that was the bit I didn't get last time"
"My Spanish lessons not helping you out?" He teased.
"You're obviously not that great a teacher" I quipped back and he gave me a playful squeeze.
"Me estoy - I am, enamorando - falling, de ti - for you" he kissed the top of my head and I felt like my heart would pop.
"I'm kinda falling for you too".
