Together at last || Jenna Ortega x Y/n (female)

Chapter 12

Pov: Y/n

It's been two weeks since our first time sleeping together, and we have yet to spend a day where we don't do it. I am in complete awe of the way it doesn't get old, and it's deepened our relationship even more than I thought was possible - the absolute intimacy of the act is honestly the best thing ever. And my shame after doing it also quickly began to die down because I realized it was beautiful to experience each other in a moment like that. It's kind of an animalistic dance that, with Jenna, feels so natural and freeing (and satisfying, to say the least).

Right now was another one of those nights. I'm lying in Jenna's embrace after we tired each other out for the past two hours. I'm on the verge of falling asleep - already in the meditative state where no thoughts dare to enter your mind, and your body feels pressed to the bed like it weighs a thousand pounds - when Jenna's phone starts ringing. She, who apparently was in the same state as me, shoots up in shock and throws me off the bed with that.

I groan at the sudden loss of her touch and the stinging pain on my knee, noticing I scuffed it open when it hit the floor. She shoots me an apologetic look and shows me her screen, Tim Burton on the caller ID. I smile at her reassuringly and nod - because when Tim Burton calls, you answer, even if you are on the verge of dying.

"Hey Tim, how pleasant to hear from you," she says once, picking up - and I press a hand to my mouth, preventing myself from letting out an audible laugh at how formal she's being, even though she and Tim seem more like friends than colleagues. Then she listens for a few seconds before saying, "Oh yeah, I'm with her right now. I'll put you on speaker, okay?" My amused look quickly turns into a frown when I realize that I'm the only one here, so she has to mean me. The anxiety at the thought of speaking to him makes me adjust my posture as if he could see me through the screen - which I'm undeniably thankful he doesn't, considering I'm sitting on the floor still naked from Jenna and I's earlier activities. Now it's Jenna's time to be amused, because she notices my suddenly very nervous state.

My 'stop laughing, I'm freaking out here' look that I'm sending Jenna's way gets interrupted quickly when Tim's robotic-sounding voice tones through the speaker of the phone.

"Hello, Y/n! Nice to meet you. I'm Tim," he says - so nonchalantly as if he's just any other Tim, not the famous director Tim who I've adored ever since I watched 'Edward Scissorhands' when I was seven. "Good evening, Mister Burton," I press out, realizing that I've been quiet for a few seconds too long, and then instantly regret my choice of words. Good evening Mister Burton!? "Ha! Jenna was right, you are funny. Please call me Tim. Listen, I don't have much time, but I have a job offer for you. Jenna showed me some of your work on the set of Beetlejuice 2, and I fell in love with the way you capture the world. Would you be interested in being the on-set photographer for the second season of Wednesday? That would include behind-the-scenes shots for promotion and marketing, so people can see what making the show was all about. You would get compensated, of course."

At the end of his words, my mouth was down to the floor, and Jenna seemed to be just as shocked as me - but not in a bad way, just like she didn't know what Tim would say. After a few seconds of silence, only filled by Jenna violently nodding at me with two thumbs up and a smile, I speak again, "I- yes! Of course, thank you so much for considering me!". The excitement in my voice is something no one could overhear, even if they were near deaf. "Great! Jenna, would you send me y/n's number so I can give her all the details?"
"Of course, Tim, I'll send it later tonight! And also from me - thank you so much for that opportunity!" she replies, smiling like a goof.

After we said our goodbyes and Jenna hung up, we both started screaming and jumping around like 10-year-old girls who had just got allowed to have a sleepover, all while engulfed in a hug before falling on the bed. It took us a good five minutes to calm down again.