7) Writer Part 2

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You watched as Dylan climbed the wall attached to a harness. You two have been filming for about three weeks now and you both decided that being friends was the best decision for the time being. If it lead to more then you would have to talk about it again but only after filming for the movie was done.

"Looking good Dyl", you yelled up to him, winking as he looked down at you.

It's been hard to just act like friends though. You two constantly flirt and sometimes you just have to leave the room because the tension is too much between the two of you.

He smirked down at you as he watched you get attached to your own harness. They made it look you both had permanent wedgies. Once you were safely attached you started climbing up the wall for the stunt scene. You were level with Dylan now.

"How do you manage to look good in everything?", he said as your cheeks flushed.

"I guess I can just pull off a lot of things", you said and shrugged.

"I wish I could pull that off of you", he whispered.

"What?", you ask not hearing him.

"Nothing", he said quickly as you two start filming the scene.

***

Later that day when you're all eating lunch, Dylan is eating across from you. You're busy talking to him but you can tell he isn't really paying attention. He gets up to take his tray to the kitchen but you throw a bread roll at him, hitting his head.

He turns around and squints his eyes at you, a slight smirk on his face.

He turns around and squints his eyes at you, a slight smirk on his face

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"You wanna go there?", he asks, picking up a roll. But before he can do anything, you squeal and run away. The cast and crew laughing at the two of you as Dylan chases you outside.

You're a fast runner so you make it to your trailer before he can catch you. You're standing by the door, holding it shut so he can't get in.

"Y/N open up!", he says, panting.

"Nope!", you say back.

"Come on baby I just want to talk", he says and your heart flutters at the word "baby".

You slowly open the door, eyeing him and making sure he isn't holding anything. He smirks at you as he lets himself in. You take a step back as he walks towards you and before you can say anything, his lips are on yours. You hesitate at first before moving your lips in sync with his, your hands going to his unruly hair as his are around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. His tongue slips into your mouth as you moan and you can feel him smirking. All too soon, you pull away, trying to catch your breath.

He rests his forehead against yours as you both stay silent.

"We..", you start saying.

"We weren't supposed to do that", he utters your thoughts.

You nod but it felt so right kissing him.

"But I don't care", he whispers and you look up at him.

"I've been wanting to kiss you since I met you. You drive me absolutely insane and I can't resist you any longer otherwise I'll go crazy..", he breathes and you smile shyly up at him.

"So now what?", you ask him.

"I want you to be my girlfriend but I don't want to go public right now. So if you want.. will you be my girlfriend?", he asks and you nod, slowly leaning in to kiss his lips.

"When were both ready.. we'll go public. And we'll take it at our own pace..", you say but he isn't paying attention as he is staring at your lips as his hands roam over your waist, down your legs.

"Dylan", you say causing his eyes to meet yours and a blush to cover his cheeks.

"Sorry.. it's just now that I can kiss you.. that's all I want to do", he says and closes the distance between your lips. He kisses you passionately and leads you to the couch, placing you underneath him as he crawls on top of you.

"Would.. would you like to come over tonight? Maybe we can watch a movie and I'll make dinner for us", he asks as he hovers over you.

"Yeah.. that sounds great", you say and reach up to pull his lips to yours.

***

"This feels good.. I don't know when last I've been this happy", Dylan tells you as you sit on his couch later that night. You smile up at him as you finish your lasagna that he made you.

"Me neither", you tell him and he smiles down at you, cupping your cheek.

"I'm still eating", you say as your mouth is full. But he only shakes his head before placing his lips on yours, in a quick peck.

"I don't care", he says and kisses your nose.

"You're pretty reckless today", you smirk, placing your plate on the table in front of you.

"All because of you. The amazing writer and talented actress that I met on the plane", he smiles and kisses your cheek.

"Who knew that not even a month later I would be dating the man of my dreams", you tell him which causes him to smile even wider.

"I'm the man of your dreams?", he asks, placing your legs over his lap.

"Well yeah.. you're smart and funny. Talented, kind and crazy but in the best way. You're so supportive and compassionate. You're hard working and ambitious and just.. just the best. Not to mention you're absolutely gorgeous", you say against his lips and kiss him.

"You know for someone who has only kissed one guy.. you're pretty great at it", he says and you roll your eyes.

"Sorry I'm not as experienced as you.,", you tease but you actually mean it.

"Babe.. I'm sorry..", he says seeing the hurt in your eyes.

"I didn't mean it like that.. I love that I'm the guy who.. hopefully one day.. you'll get to experience everything with", he says and you smile shyly. He places a kiss to your neck.

"What did you say earlier, when I was in the harness?", you ask and he blushes.

"Oh um.. I just said that I wanted to.. take your clothes off", he says not looking at you.

You blush and hide your face with one of his pillows.

"You're a sexy lady.. you have to get used to me drooling over you now", he tells you as he takes the pillow away from your face.

"And when you're ready.. I can't wait to make love to you", he says and kisses your lips again.

And you know that you'll never get tired of that feeling.

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