The Trilogy: Smuts & One-Shots

My Inspiration*: Pedro Pascal

Requested

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TJ's: Pov

I lay back on the grass. My eyes observing the sky. Every star, every constellation gives me the peace I come outside for. My hands fold behind my head, doubling as a pillow. The grass that's attached to the dirt underneath me pricks in my hair. I look over. My sketch book lies beside me. I have no inspiration. The stars shine so vibrantly and the trees stand tall, yet I can't bring myself to pick up my sketchbook and draw my surroundings. Nothing is really sticking out to me. I sigh and turn my head back to the stars. The sky was clear, and the moon was full and big. The shadows cast my body perfectly.

My eyes close. The only thing I can picture is my neighbor, Pedro. His brown hair was perfectly styled to him. His brown eyes carry hope and happiness. Everything about him made me happy. We'd only ever talked a handful of times. He was always busy and I was just an 18 year old girl with no experience in love. No first kiss. No sex. I didn't necessarily follow the rules but I wasn't one to go out of my way to break them either. I wasn't a risk taker, but I'd risk a lot to have his hands on me. I alway got these funny tingles down my body when he was around. He made me feel things I'd never felt before. I wonder what it would be like to be under him. No clothes. No age gap between us. Just him, inside me. What would an older man feel like? Would they please you more or would it be the same as anything else?

I open my eyes. A deep breath emptying my lungs. What the fuck was I thinking? He'd never look at me like that. He probably thinks I'm just some silly little neighbor girl. Just a kid, who knows nothing. But the way he talks to me, it's different from anyone else. It's like he actually sees me. Like he understands. Chills over my body when he whispers. His voice is so smooth and soft. I'd never truly felt seen, until I met Pedro Pascal. The older man next door. The actor. The fantasy. That's all he will ever be. A fantasy.

A fantasy.

Pedro's Pov:

TJ laid in the grass. The night stars shine so bright as the moon casts down a light onto her body. I know it was wrong, but she was so beautiful. Even with her messy hair that stayed up, curls begging to break out of the hair tie. Her dark green eyes always lit up when I said something to her. She was easy to talk to. She was fun, and free. I liked that about her, but she was shy. It took awhile for her to actually talk to me.

I walk over to her. I notice the closed sketch book sitting next to her. Her combat boots are off and placed next to her sketchbook. She opens her eyes and looks up at me.

"Hey, Pedro." She says, her voice so soft and sweet, "Couldn't sleep, old man?"

I let out a light laugh and smiled at her.

"It's a nice night." I say, "What are you doing out here?"

She sighs and sits herself up. She pats the grass beside her, guesting me to sit next to her.

"Well, I was going to draw, but nothing peaks my interest tonight."

"Why not?" I ask, "It's beautiful out here." I say, referring to her more than the nature that surrounds us.

"I know. That's what I thought too. Maybe if I came out here, I could get out of this rut." She says, looking at me. Her eyes sparkle. "But, nothing."

I look around. The trees barely sway as a light wind hits us. The grass is a beautiful shade of green I haven't seen since I moved into this neighborhood, but nothing takes away from TJ's beauty. She's the most precious thing out here.

"You could draw me." I say, "I'll pose for you."

"Maybe something simple." She says, "Don't want you to crack a hip." She laughs.