Addicted To You

Space Is Just a Word Made Up...

...for someone who's afraid to get too close
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As soon as the scene is finished, Marlene calls everyone to the table read room. Something came up, and it's important to inform everyone as soon as possible. When everyone takes a seat, Marlene stands and offers her cast a smile.

"Pretty Little Liars is going to the Bahamas! We are flying there tonight so we can start filming as soon as possible." Everyone's jaw drops at the news, in shock.

The Bahamas?! Paradise?! It makes sense, especially because in the show, Haleb, Spoby, Ezria, and Emison just got married. Everyone decided to pitch in to a joint honeymoon off to The Bahamas and will experience bliss, along with all sorts of other things.

"I booked one hotel room for Tyler and Ashley, one for Troian and Keegan, one for Lucy and Ian, and one for Sasha and Shay. Yes, these hotel rooms only have one king size bed, but it's for filming reasons. We'll use your rooms in the show at some point. If anyone has an issue sleeping in the same bed, call me and I'll organize a way to get another bed in there. The flight takes off at midnight and it's currently 5 PM. Everyone go home, pack for a week, and meet me back here at 10:00. Thank you!"

By the time Marlene finishes, everyone is buzzing with excitement, unable to believe their ears. The best part is, is that they'll get a little vacation out of it.

Ashley stands and walks beside Tyler, sighing. "So much for those drinks, huh?" The actor turns his head to look at Ashley, sighing as well. "Forget about it. All I was going to say is that I'm done having sex with you, Ash. It's been great, but you're with Ryan. Maybe I'll never understand why you stay with him, but I don't want to be 'the other guy.' Not anymore. We can still be friends, best friends even, but no more sex. I'm tired of my heart getting jerked around." They exit the building, and Tyler immediately breaks away and goes to his car, leaving Ashley alone with her thoughts.

His heart getting jerked around? Have I been doing that to him? Ash thinks, a pang of guilt searing through her. As she drives home, she remembers all her good and bad times with Ryan. They've been together on and off for 5 years, that's a big deal. That's not something you just walk away from. Her and Ryan have been through hell and back, and she's decided not to give up on him. In the middle of reasoning to herself, she notices that she's sitting in her driveway, shaking herself from her trance.

Hours later, the entire cast arrives back at Warner Bros Studio at 10:00 sharp, large suitcases and carry ons everywhere. Marlene called 5 cabs, one for her, and one for each of the pairs. It takes a few minutes for the cars to arrives, and when it does, the cab drivers puts their luggage in the back and each pair gets in the cab.

Tyler is distant, there but not truly there, when sitting next to Ashley.

"What's wrong, Ty?" She whispers, almost afraid to ask. Whatever it is, she has a feeling that it has to do with her.

"I need space. I need to get to the point where I'm not thinking about you every last second. I need to look at you and not see you underneath me, writhing. I need to not think about your lips on mine and how badly I want it to happen again. I need to get sober. Sober from you."

His words hit her hard, straight through the heart. It causes a lump to form in her throat, suddenly choked up and wordless. "I...I think about you too, Ty. I think about you more than I should. Fuck, I think about you all the time and what I would give for you to be on top of me just once more. Kissing me, touching me..." The blonde shudders, blue eyes burning into his chocolate ones. Thick, all too familiar tension laces the air, suffocating them both. They need to breathe, and they're each other's oxygen. Like it's a habit, Tyler grabs her hips and pulls her into his lap, pushing the button to the privacy screen in the cab.

His fingers sneak under her shirt and squeeze her hips, passion and hunger igniting in his darkening orbs. Fuck, why is she so sexy? Why can't he keep his hands off her? Hell, who would keep their hands to themselves after she said all that? After all, he's still a man. A man that's too in love with a girl for his own good; a man that can't resist the inevitable.

They don't kiss yet, letting the moment build up. Large hands move down to her thighs that are on either side of him, grazing the bare skin due to her shorts. He grips them tightly in his hands, relishing in the way her breathing picks up it's pace. Good, she's affected by his touch, just like he knew she'd be. Moving his head forward, he parts his lips, kissing down the side of her neck slowly. Ash tilts her head to the side, granting him more access.

It's all too good, the littlest of things making her go crazy. She has to bite down on her bottom lip to control any noises that wish to slip out. He bites down on her pulse point before sucking rather hard, "punishing" her. It only spurs her on,  clearly a fan of roughness. His tongue soothes over the rather large mark that's left behind, devilishly smiling. He marked her and everyone will know that she's his. Even if she really isn't.

Now every time Ashley looks into the mirror, she'll be forced to think about him and their times together. Her head is spinning, grinding against him before she takes note of what she's doing. So good, it's always so good.

The cab stops, and her eyes widen, quickly hopping off his lap and beside him just as she cab driver opens the door to let them out. A hickey on her neck and a bulge in his pants; not obvious at all.

As they exit, they grab their bags and head to their plane, deciding not to discuss the moment of poor judgement back in the cab. No matter how many times they say they'll stop, it all quickly dissolves the moment they're alone. Memories flash behind their eyes, the addiction only growing worse with each passing day.

Marlene passes out their plane tickets, everyone trying to see where they're sitting. Great, Tyler and Ashley are sitting to-fucking-gether. Damn Marlene and her obsession with the pairs being side by side at all times.

The gang gets on the plane, going to their designated seats. There isn't much said between Tyler and Ashley as the plane takes off, Ashley sitting on the inside and staring out the window.

"You know we need to talk about what happened in the cab, right?" He finally breaks the silence, causing Ashley to sigh for what seems like the millionth time that day. That's what she was trying to avoid, not wanting to have to justify her actions.

"It's simple, Tyler. We have amazing sex together and we keep coming back for more, that's all."

"That's all? You've got to be kidding me, Ash." Tyler rolls his eyes, huffing out a breath of frustration. "Whatever. We got it out of our systems not once, but twice. We were always curious about what it'd be like, and we found out. Case closed." The actor feels his blood boiling all over again, hating that this is getting between them. Fuck Ryan and the way he steals away Tyler's girl.

"Fine. I guess you're right." The blonde retaliates, turning her head back to look out the window.

Complication; a word Ashley Benson despises of, especially now.

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

But since when does everything go according to plan? Since when does everything go the way you want it to?

Never.

And that's what destroys people in the end.

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A/N: Bahahah, I know, I know, I'm evil. I love angst and drama, along with passion & tension.😍 What can I say?

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