Jenna Ortega story's ( Also her characters)

Going a little to far-Lorraine

(I forgot the E on her name)

Lorrian leaned comfortably against her wife as they drove to the set, her fingers lightly tracing Y/N's hand on the wheel. "You okay?" Y/N asked, glancing over with a smile.

Lorrian nodded, her eyes soft as she leaned over to kiss Y/N's cheek. "Yeah, I'm good." As they parked and got out, Y/N stretched, looking at the makeshift set her father, Wayne, was setting up. "So, this is your big idea?" she teased.

Wayne just gave a knowing nod, already busy organizing the equipment. Y/N moved to set up her editing station, feeling a soft presence behind her. Lorrian snuck up, wrapping her arms around Y/N's waist and whispering, "Hey, beautiful."

Y/N smiled, leaning back into her. "Hey, you. What do you think about all this?" she asked, motioning toward the bustling crew.

Lorrian shrugged, but there was a playful glint in her eyes. "I know I'm with the woman I love, and she's pretty amazing, so... I'm good."

Y/N chuckled, feeling a wave of relief. "I'm glad. You know I'm just the editor, right? No funny business. I promise."

Lorrian tilted Y/N's chin up with a finger, her lips brushing against Y/N's in a teasing kiss. "You better be. Because every bit of you—your face, your lips, your pussy—it's all mine," she whispered, her voice a little rough with possessiveness.

Y/N's smile widened, catching her wife's lip playfully between her teeth before releasing her. "And don't forget, you're mine, too. The moment that ring went on, remember?"

Lorrian winked as she grabbed her boom mic. "Never forgetting that, not in a million years," she tossed back, heading to her post.

Wayne wandered over, rubbing his chin as he watched Lorrian and another actress, Maxine, chatting and laughing together on set. "So, kid," he started, glancing sideways at Y/N. "I need someone for a scene with Maxine, and your wife would be perfect. Thought I'd run it by you before asking her—figure you'd want to know first."

Y/N hesitated, her gaze lingering on Lorrian. "If she's cool with it, I'm not gonna stop her. But nothing too aggressive, Dad. You know she's... she's my gent gal." Her voice softened at the end, almost pleading.

Wayne raised his hands in surrender. "I hear you. I'll make sure it's nothing too heavy. I'll even pay her extra."

Y/N watched as Lorrian and Maxine continued laughing, clearly comfortable in each other's company. Despite the knot of unease in her stomach, she knew they could use the money. Maybe, just maybe, it would help them get out of this life—making sex films for a living wasn't exactly their dream. She sighed, hoping that Lorrian would say no but bracing herself for whatever came next.

A few moments later, Lorrian approached Y/N, her face a little tense. "What do you want me to say?" she asked softly.

Y/N looked up from her old, clunky computer, eyes locking with her wife's. "I want you to say no," she admitted, "but it's your choice. It's extra money, and maybe, in a few months, we can stop all this. Start that family we've been talking about. But, Ace, I love you—no matter what. You know that."

Y/N stood up, pulling Lorrian into a gentle hug. Lorrian exhaled, her fingers curling into the collar of Y/N's worn leather jacket. "Thank you. I want to do this... for the money, nothing else. I want that family, too. But you can't be there for the shoot. I just—I can't have her hands on me with you watching."

Y/N sighed but nodded, understanding the boundaries. "Deal. I'll make myself scarce, promise. Now go be sexy, and just... think of me," she said with a teasing smirk, leaning in closer. "Think of that pool party in '75 when I fucked you for the first time."