Forbidden - Pedro Pascal

Chapter 18: "surprise"

"Ok, are you ready?" He smiled, cocking his head at me in his huge mirror in his hallway.

"Nearly, I'd be ready quicker if I knew where we were going,"

I answered snarkily as I fixed my hair in my reflection. I looked back at him, hopeful he would finally tell me, but instead he snapped a picture and I rolled my eyes, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"You'll find out,"

He smirked and looked down at the picture he'd just taken, tracing it with his finger. He strolled over to where I was as I fiddled with my strapless dress in the mirror, his arms slipping under mine.

"I hope you like it, baby girl," he muttered, kissing the nape of my neck. I spun round, smiling softly up at him.

"I'll like anything if we're doing it together," I said, resting my cheek against his chin; even in my heels I wasn't anywhere near as tall as him.

All he had told me when we woke up from our post-airport nap was to dress as fancy as my luggage allowed, and be ready by 6pm. His white dress shirt strained against his broad chest, he was even wearing a black tie, so wherever we're going must be fancy. Even now, he made butterflies hit against the pit of my stomach, and my cheeks pink.

"What's up Lil, you all flustered?" He teased, tilting my head up so he could watch. I liked to think of myself as reserved to most people, maybe even a little mysterious or unreadable, but to Pedro; he could see right through me.

A light sigh involuntarily left my lips as his fingers brushed my cheek and I turned to look away, hiding my grin.

"Of course I'm fucking flustered, Pedro Pascal is taking me out on a mystery date for my 23rd birthday," I muttered, glancing up at him. His curls were crisp with gel and fell over a little onto his forehead, his facial hair perfectly groomed and his skin shining a little with moisturiser.

"You look ravishing, by the way," my eyes wandered over him and he giggled lowly, grabbing me just below my ass, flopping back into the armchair and pulling me onto his lap.

My lips brushed against his and he pushed forward fervently into it, as I grabbed onto his shirt collar to stop myself falling backwards off of his lap. He shifted me forward and my stomach flipped with arousal as I felt him grow beneath me, his manhood straining directly against my underwear. He grumbled against my lips at the sensation and gripped harder on the inside of my thigh. I moved to his neck, littering it with slow kisses.

"If we had time, I'd have you right now," he mumbled into my ear, and I giggled, twirling a curl of his hair around my finger. I looked at the time: 5:58pm

"Hey, two minutes, that's enough time for you," I snickered as he tickled me in retaliation. He groaned lowly in my ear as I slid off his lap, pulling him out the door and grabbing my handbag in the process.

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"Calm it Salsa, you don't need to blindfold me,"

I laughed as his hand closed over my eyes in the cab. In response the fingers of his other hand clamped over my mouth and warmth stirred in my groin.

"Shh, I don't want you to get an idea of the location,"

He muttered with his lips pressed against my ear, and I licked the palm of his hand, over exaggerating the motion so he pulled it away, wiping it on my shoulder blade in fake disgust.

Gently guiding me with his hands on my shoulders we stepped out of the taxi, onto a bustling street. The air was chilled and as if he knew, he rubbed his warm hand up and down my bare arms. We walked further, taking meticulous care in my heels while still being made blind by the hand cupped over my eyes.

The noises of cars and people died down, and I felt my heels bump over rougher sidewalk. I finally tripped over something, maybe a stone, and lurched forward, inhaling sharply with shock. I fell roughly into his arms as he shot out to catch me, meaning I was finally free to look at my surroundings. When I did so, my breath caught in my throat and my heart panged.

"Oh, Pedro.."

Fairy lights glowed gently, hanging from tree to tree in a huge trail around us; the centre of Madison square park. Next to a fountain in the middle of the court was a table and camp chairs, lit with a single candle in between two wine glasses. I bit my lip, overcome with emotion.

"This is-"

"Where we first met." He interjected, slipping his paw of a hand into mine, smiling softly down at me and glancing over to the table.

"Shall we?"