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it was rare that you as a new actor went off script or improvised much, after all you were still paying your hollywood dues and you didn't think it wise to blatantly ignore what the writers spent time working on. your costar, however, did it a few times.

finn was fun to work with, even more fun when he was being a little shit and making you fuck up on purpose by changing some lines or adding things that weren't scripted.

"this movie is obviously very teenager, very wild in the sense that it's coming of age. have there every been times where things got too crazy on set?" the interviewer asked as you reached to take the umpteenth sip of the ice cold bottle of poland springs water.

your eyes glanced over to finn's, who's were already on you. you knew exactly what he was thinking about and the slight smirk that had fallen on his lips made your skin hot.

"there's been a time or two." he smiled, leaning back into the chair and folding his arms.

your mind flashed back to finn's hand wrapped around your wrist, tugging you up a flight of set stairs and closing the prop door behind you two. you remember gasping as your back hit the wall, his lips immediately going on to yours as his hands dug into the fabric of your 70s flared jeans. the writers had wrote a kiss between you, you were well aware of that was prepared for it. finn however.

seemed to have other plans. he moved his lips from yours allowing you to catch your breath, only for it to hitch again when small kisses were peppered along your neck. he got down on his knees, moving his hands up and down your thighs as he began to kiss down your exposed stomach, the crop top wore allowing him to do so. your hands soon found his hair, and your mind sort of found his game.

you tugged on the black curly strands, signaling him to stand up which he did. finn towered over you once again, hands never leaving your hips as he pushed you on to the bed of the room. the look in his eyes making your heart beat even faster than it already did. this wasn't in the
script. at all.

there was the sound of cameras rolling as your hands reached for his shirt, gripping it to send the message that you wanted it off. he got the hint, pulling it off before pushing you to scoot further on the bed and placing his lips back on yours.

you don't remember where your mind was at this point or if the directors even had anything to say. the only feeling you noticed was you being pulled to sit on his lap, arms wrapped around his neck as you moaned into his mouth. some way, somehow, he had gotten your pants off.

you two were desperately grabbing at each other, and no one gave it a second though. after all the movie was pretty hot and heavy between you two, the endless sexually pinning your characters had for each other had finally bubbled over to it's breaking point and here you were, about to fuck.

the last thing you remembered was your shirt also being pulled off, leaving the two of you half naked and breathless as he sucked hickeys on to your breast before someone finally velled cut.

"that was improvised?!" the interviewer asked in a shocked tone. both of you shook your heads yes.

"i mean, i was just supposed to kiss her. i wasn't supposed to take off their clothes and make out but- i don't know. i kind of got caught up in the moment and it felt right."

"well i know fans are very happy that you two decided to take that route for the characters."

it was definitely not for the characters.

"they weren't the only ones who were happy." finn smiled, you hit his arm and rolled your eyes. he never sticks to the script.

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