Fate || BENNIFER

The Script

Jennifer's P.O.V

I sat on the couch, my legs folded beneath me in a comfortable cross-legged position. The room around me was bathed in soft, golden sunlight, casting a warm glow on the pages of the script that was spread out before me on my lap.

I was alone, finally finding a moment amidst the chaos. The house was quiet, save for the faint sound of my pencil scratching against the paper as I underlined lines and made notes in the margins.

"The Boy Next Door" was the latest project that had captured my attention, a thrilling script filled with complex characters and a suspenseful storyline. As an actress, I had seen my fair share of scripts, but this one had a certain allure that drew me in.

With a focused expression, my eyes scanned the pages of the script, my lips silently mouthing the lines. Time seemed to slip away as I lost myself in the words, my surroundings fading into the background.

Ben's P.O.V

Unaware of my presence, Jennifer continued to delve into her script. The soft sound of my footsteps as I approached her from behind was barely audible. Peeking over her shoulder, my gaze fell upon the lines she was studying. My eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and amusement. I had stumbled upon a passionate sex scene.

A mischievous smile played on my face, and I couldn't resist the opportunity to playfully tease her. I leaned in closer, my breath against her ear, and I whispered in a low, seductive tone.

Jennifer's P.O.V

As I reached the page containing the passionate sex scene, a subtle tension rippled through my body, my fingers tightening around the script. But far from feeling intimidated or uncomfortable, I felt a strange sense of exhilaration as I allowed myself to be transported into the scene. The words on the page began to come alive, forming vivid images in my mind. I could almost feel the weight of my character's emotions, the heat of their bodies, and the intensity of their connection.

In my mind, I envisioned myself on the very same couch, and Ben, taking on the role of the male character. The lines blurred between fiction and reality as my imagination took hold. I could almost feel his touch, his hands exploring my body as the characters merged in a passionate embrace.

My body tingled with anticipation, my heart racing in synchrony with the character I portrayed. As the scene unfolded in my mind, my senses heightened. I could almost taste the yearning on my lips, the electricity that sparked between them. The weight of Ben's body pressing against mine, the rhythm of our breaths mingling, became tangible in my imagination. I felt the rise and fall of my character's chest, the rapid beat of my own heart mirroring the intensity of their connection.

"I can help you practice that scene." I heard Ben whisper in my ear.

Startled, my head shot up, my eyes widening in surprise. I quickly closed the script, a blush creeping onto my cheeks. I turned to face him, a mixture of amusement and embarrassment dancing in my eyes.

"Ben! You scared me." I exclaimed softly, a hint of laughter in my voice. "I didn't even hear you come in."

"You were picturing me, weren't you?" He said in a mischievous tone.

I didn't even mind the interruption, in fact, the vivid scene I had just read had left me in a state of heightened arousal. I was so in the mood.

I met his gaze, my eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and desire. In that moment, words were unnecessary as we both knew what we wanted.

Ben climbed on the back of the couch, shoes on and all, his movements deliberate and full of confidence. As I let myself fall backwards, he softly landed on me, straddling me with a seductive grace. My hands, fueled by the intoxicating scene I had just read, wasted no time in pulling off his shirt, my fingertips grazing his warm skin. The heat between us intensified as our lips finally met in a passionate and urgent kiss.

The living room was filled with the sound of passionate kisses and muffled giggles as we found ourselves in a heated make-out session. Our hands wandered playfully, blissfully unaware of the impending disaster.

Amidst the tangled limbs and strong thrusts, I accidentally elbowed the table next to the couch, causing it to wobble. In a moment of sheer bad luck, the table sent the lamp crashing to the floor, shattering into a thousand pieces.

Ben and I sprang apart, our eyes widening in shock as we stared at the wreckage before us.

"Oh, no!" I exclaimed, my voice laced with disbelief.

Ben's face contorted into a mix of surprise and amusement as he surveyed the disaster.

"It got a little out of hand." He said.

I laughed nervously, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment as I looked at the lamp that was definitely beyond repair.