You and Me (A Bart Baker Fanfic)

Chapter 7

My eyes open drowsily while the morning light shines through the curtains, telling me to wake up. I roll over anyway and am surprised when I feel someone beside me. My eyes flash open as I sit up to see who's in my bed. But wait... This isn't my bed. This isn't my room. Where am I? Memories come flooding back to me when I look down and see Bart sleeping peacefully.

I lay back down beside him and smile to myself as he snores softly with his mouth parted. My smile turns to a giggle as his snoring gets louder, until finally his eyes open in confusion.

"Page? What- why are you in my bed...? Oh... I remember." He says, sitting up at first, but then lays back down calmly. I snuggle closer to him and look into his eyes.

"Let's start over, shall we?" I whisper. Bart nods and smiles.

"Morning, beautiful." He says softly, kissing my forehead. I feel my cheeks warm as I smile up at him.

"Morning." I blush. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him so that there's no room between us.

"You are so perfect. You know that? I'm the luckiest guy on earth to have you."

I blush and smile shyly. Not sure what to say, I respond by planting a kiss on his lips.

But, our perfect moment is ruined by someone's phone buzzing. Bart pulls back and rolls his eyes.

"That'll be mine. Stupid job." He groans, climbing out of bed. As he stands, I can make out his exposed, toned arms and chest, which is extremely sexy.

He hurries over to his phone and picks it up, accidentally hitting the speaker button.

"WHERE THE CRAP ARE YOU, BART?! YOU'RE THREE HOURS LATE!!! WE SHOULD HAVE BEEN LIKE HALF WAY DONE WITH FILMING BY NOW!!" A man screams into the phone. I can't help but flinch at his tone and Bart looks at me with concern.

"Babe, you ok?" He whispers, putting his hand over the phone. I nod, pulling the covers up around myself, even though I still have my tank and shorts on.

As Bart takes he man off speaker and continues to argue with him, I glance in the mirror almost jump at my reflection. My hair is an awful mess and my makeup is smeared. I sneak out of bed and into the bathroom, washing off my face in the sink. Even though I do look awful without makeup, I look better than before.

I search Bart's bathroom for a brush of some sort, but I'm unsuccessful. I hear Bart open the door and see him leaning against the door frame, his shirt reapplied.

"What?" I ask. He smirks.

"You're just so beautiful." He whispers, before he steps closer to me, pinning me against the wall.

"Bart! Let me go! You're already late for filming.. Bart!!"

"Filming can wait, you're more important."

My struggling is cut short when Bart kisses my neck, causing my senses to go numb. I let out a soft moan and Bart moves up to kiss my lips passionately.

When we pull back, both completely breathless, I remember why I came in here in the first place.

"Bart.. Do you..... Have a brush...?" I gasp. He nods as he too gasps for air.

"Yeah..... Over there.."

I stumble over to the place where Bart pointed and pull out a brush. I thankfully brush through my hair, taming the wild beast.

I turn back and face Bart, who's still smirking.

"We have to go." I say. He nods.

"I know. Come with me?" He asks, holding out his hand. I nod, taking his hand.

We walk out of the bathroom and before we walk out the front door, Bart grabs his flat brimmed hat. We rush outside to his car, and he opens the passenger door for me. I smile and thank him before I climb in the car. After he gets in and starts the engine, we drive on towards the Maker, almost unable to keep our eyes off each other.