Aaron Tveit Imagines

You better work, work

Aaron hunched over, completely out of breath. He swore his lungs were going to give out.

"Aaron, you need to build up your endurance if you're already out of breath after one number!" The director yelled from the side of the dance studio.

"Doing all these moves.... And singing.... And having to sound good? Too much!" Aaron spoke jokingly to a backup dancer, motioning his hand at his neck as if to say, I'm out. She laughed, and flirtatiously flipped her long brown hair, flattered by the attention of the lead performer.

"Okay, from the top!" The director yelled again.

"Yeah! Alright! Wooo!" Aaron playfully yelled out between deep gasps of air, keeping the energy up. He brought his loose, white tee up to his face to wipe away the sweat from his brow, revealing his happy trail and belly button in the process.

In just a couple of weeks, Aaron would be debuting his big time performance as the lead in Catch Me If You Can on Broadway. Though he was overexcited to be in action and things were falling into place, he still got extremely nervous deep down. Usually he was able to use his nerves to fuel his confidence, but this performance was get more and more tough. It pushed him to do things he's never had to do before. From completely changing his diet, to several workouts per day, trying to gain muscle and endurance to last throughout the entirety of the show.

After a couple of more run throughs, the director finally called it a day, leaving Aaron a grateful and heaving mess. His usually styled hair stuck out in all different directions from the intense exercise, which was actually kind of adorable.

"Hey sweetie, how did everything go today?" Aaron's girlfriend, Katherine came into the studio. He'd been laying on the floor catching his breath and relaxing with his eyes closed. He didn't notice everyone else had already left.

"I've never loved the feeling of being this close to death as I do when I'm preparing for this show," Aaron spun around, still on the floor, but to where he could see her now. We heels clicked across the hardwood floors as she came to stand over him.

"You know you're wearing a skirt, babe," Aaron said with a cheeky grin, looking up at Kate.

"Yeah, so.... You like?" She hadn't caught on yet.

"I mean, yeah but everything's kinda exposed from this angle," Aaron let out a chuckle, as she flushed pink and crossed her legs. She slowly lowered herself onto her knees to avoid slipping in her heels. Aaron's arm muscles pulled her on top of him. He lay on his back, and she leaned on her side across his torso, playing with his necklace.

"You know you're going to be great in this production. You always are," Kate smiled down at him, placing her hand on his cheek. He strongly grabbed her wrists and dominantly brought her down to his level.

"I love you, baby girl," Aaron smirked a little and then went in for a kiss. His lips were soft against her's, and their breathing synchronized. She felt the heat resonating from his body and ran her hands from his cheeks to his shoulders and chest. Soft trembles came from Aaron as she touched his favorite parts, like his collar bone. He moved her hair out of the way and kissed her neck, and then slowly bit down and sucking, knowing he'd leave a mark. They lay there kissing until Katherine finally remembered the time.

"Come on, I bet you're starving," Kate sat up and offered a hand to Aaron. He took it and didn't let go once he was standing beside her. They walked out of the studio and out to her awaiting car.

Aaron cherished these small moments he had with Katherine. They were times when it felt like no one could touch them, and they were when their love for each other blossomed the most.