Forbidden - Pedro Pascal

Chapter 15: "turn around"

My eyes fluttered open to his fingers tracing along my jawline, tucking my hair behind my ear. His eyes swept over me, planting a gentle kiss on my forehead as if it was a goodbye.

"You can stay here tonight," I said quickly, looking up at him.

"You sure?" he answered gently, a grin spreading over his face excitedly like a child.

"Yeah of course," I shifted under his weight and realised he was still inside of me, my body twitching at the sensation. It was comforting and he knew it, pushing into me a little more. I shuddered.

"I fly back to New York tomorrow night," he sighed deeply, and I leant back on one elbow, looking at him sadly.

"Which means I miss your birthday," he breathed out again, leaving a kiss on my shoulder. I couldn't help but feel disappointed at the thought of him leaving.

"It's ok," I attempted to reassure him. "I come back the week after my birthday, I've got work back in New York for the next year with Taron. I heard what you said about me by the way," I nudged him cheekily, and he fell back into the couch cushion, embarrassed.

"Ok. I just wish I could see you on your day, take you out to dinner or something," he said quietly, and I blushed into his shoulder, not knowing how to answer him.

"Do u mind if I shower?" He said lowly, running his fingers through his damp hair. I grinned at the opportunity.

"Yeah, I was gonna go for one as well actually," I joked, pleadingly clasping my hands together as if begging to join him. He chucked a couch cushion into my face and I laughed a shameless belly laugh at my impression of him.

"Hey, I did not beg like that at Oscar's," he muttered, glancing at me testily.

"I wouldn't be opposed to it though," he whispered into my cheek, and I got up, sauntering over to my bathroom as naked as the day I was born. I heard him sigh behind me and laughed as the patter of his bare feet running after me filled the air.

The gentle hushing of the shower spread warmth over my heart and seemed to melt away any remainders of the emotional strain of the past few days. Gently the door creaked open and I sensed his presence behind me as he closed the door behind him. He crossed his warm arms over my chest and pulled me out the stream of water.

"Hey, I was enjoying that," I whined as he chuckled into my neck. I turned round to face him and pulled him under the shower with me, our noses touching in order to both be under the fall of the water, but he leant back slightly to look at me before pulling me into a kiss, so gentle and of the same cadence as the water I could barely feel it.

He broke away to catch a breath in the strong humidity of my bathroom and he smiled, biting the inside of his lip as his eyes glided over me again. I should be self conscious, but I'm not somehow; I'm perfectly ok with him seeing every raw part of me.

My eyes closed in bliss as he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, planting small kisses on the top of my shoulder. I leant my head against the side of his and ran my hands over his skin, soft at the surface but hardened with muscle underneath.

"Turn around," he murmured into my ear, and I abided without question, sweeping my hair over my shoulder a little shyly.

I heard the click of my soap bottle and giggled at the idea of him washing himself with my back turned, but my laughs were interrupted as he slid his warm hands over my back and shoulders and massaged them lightly, lathered in soap.

The instant relief of tension seeping out of my muscles made me sigh happily and slump over a little, my head rolling back from my shoulders.

"Ok, my turn,"

I turned around and took the soap, rubbing it over his chest and collarbones. I watched with satisfaction as his chest heaved a little the further down my hands wandered, keeping my eyes on his face. He grinned as he realised I can see right through him, leaning in and touching his forehead against mine.

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The torrential rain had now calmed to a gentle spitting, leaving fresh heavy air behind that lingered as it crawled through my balcony doors. I leant out over it, confident that at this time of night and in the dim lighting of the one lamp in my apartment, no one would be able to see my naked body. I swept my washed hair into a topknot to go to bed. Pedro's hand rested on my hip and he left a kiss on my cheek as he crawled into my bed, and I automatically joined him as he opened the covers invitingly.

His arms squeezed around me and I squirmed as close as I could into his chest, his fingers tracing the tattoo on my shoulder. Everything was warm and my head swam as I steadily fell asleep. His breaths grew heavier and warm on my forehead.

"I dreamt about you when we were apart, you know," he muttered. I wasn't even sure if he was sleep talking, but my heart plummeted in my chest and filled with happiness.

"Yeah?" I whispered, waiting for a response. He mumbled "mm" and I could almost hear my own heartbeat, despite my ear was pressed against his.

"Me too," I answered, smiling to myself.