Trapped

Chapter Fourteen: Inseparable

It has only been a week since everyone had returned to this world and already, they have resumed filming for Bates Motel. This had made the situation between Vera and Nestor prove to be extremely difficult. Now that they spend so much time together, Vera can feel her control slip even more day by day.
They've read through the script of season four and four specific people are surprised to find out that they already know what happens. They lived it.
And today, they begin to film it. Vera is in the middle of fixing her skirt when Nestor walks in, closing the door behind him, breathing heavily.
She gazes back at him with surprise through the mirror.
"Nes-"
"Before you say anything, hear me out." he begins, walking toward her. She turns around to face him, gazing into his dark eyes that are framed by even darker, long eyelashes.
"Vera, I know you wish what happened between us didn't happen but it did. It did happen and don't try to lie and tell me you didn't want it to. I know you did. I felt it. I felt your response to me and I don't think you think it was a mistake-"
"No, Nestor. That's where you're wrong." she says, stopping him.
"It was a mistake. I did like it. I loved it. Nestor it is what I had dreamed of for...I did like it. But it was a mistake. Because you're married." she tells him, looking down at the ground.
"V-"
"Are you willing to leave her?" she asks, looking up at his surprised face.
"What?"
"Are you going to leave your wife for me?" she asks again.
"Vera you know I can't-"
"Then please, please stop bringing it up. It only hurts me more." Vera says, stepping out of her dressing room.
A few minutes later, Nestor steps out as well, sitting beside Vera in the meeting room. These meetings usually only lasted about thirty minutes at most just to discuss what till happen today. This meeting however, seemed to last a lifetime.
The director of today's episode drones on and on but all Vera could think about is how close Nestor's hand is to her own, both of them gripping the edge of their chair tightly.
She watches out of the corner of her eye as Nestor's pinky reaches out and skims over her knuckles lightly. Her own pinky reaches out on its own accord, linking itself through his. And then the ring finger joins his, followed by her middle finger and then the rest of them.
She loves being close to him, touching him. She can't help it. It's like she is being pulled toward him. His fingers play with hers and she fights to hide the smile that is tugging at her lips. His thumb traces circles on the back of her hand, making goosebumps arise all over her body. She tries to pull her hand away but he holds it tighter, looking at her out of the corner of his eye with a smirk.
She looks around the room, making sure no one is into them. He resumes tracing shapes on her skin, unknowingly lighting her entire body on fire.
And then the meeting is over, everyone gets out of their chairs and begins to walk out of the room. Vera quickly pulls her hand away from Nestor's and stands up, wiping her palms on her skirt. Nestor continues to sit there, staring at Vera with amusement. She glares at him before turning and leaving the room, feeling his eyes on her as she goes.
He followed her out and tried to act normal. He jokes around with her, teasing her. They stood there, pretending to be friends when everyone else in the room could see that they were only existing for each other.
Once they are done filming for the day, Vera rushes off to her trailer. The day had been long and hard, the breaks from filming consisted of Nestor stealing glances her way and Vera trying to hide her excitement.
She wipes off her makeup from the day and ties her hair back before removing her clothes. She pulls on one of her night shirts and walks into the kitchen for a muffin.
She gasps and drops her muffin when she sees a figure sitting on her couch. The figure stands up and walks into the light, staring at her with his beautiful dark eyes.
"Hey, asshole, you scared the shit out of me." she says, hitting his chest playfully. He chuckles and grabs the arm that hit her, pulling her closer. She can feel his breath on her cheek as he stares down at her.
"I can't seem to stay away from you." he whispers, leaning down toward her. He places a soft kiss on her cheek, letting his breath tickle her skin. He presses another kiss on her neck, his arms snaking around her waist.
"Why are you doing this?" she asks. He pulls away, looking at her with confusion.
"Why am I doing what?" he asks.
He places a hand on her cheek and she leans into his touch, closing her eyes. She can feel herself become more relaxed as he continues to hold her.
"This. You have a wife. You're not supposed to-"
"I'm tired of being reminded of it. I want..you. I want to just stop thinking for a while. Can we just stop thinking for a while?" Nestor asks. He leans closer to her, her breath mixing with his, making both of their heads spin.
"Okay." she whispers, giving in.
"Okay?" he asks, pulling her body closer to his. She nods, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Okay." she whispers before pressing her lips against his. He picks her up, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carries her into the bedroom.
He gently lays her on the bed, crawling on top of her, holding himself above her. He places kisses all over her face and neck before moving down. His hands rub her thighs, stopping when he feels the scar on her left leg.
He looks up at her and then at the scar, letting his thumb run along the line of it again. She moves to cover the scar with her hand but he stops her, taking her hand in his.
"Nothing to hide, V. It's beautiful." he whispers, placing a soft kiss on the sensitive, scarred skin.
"You're so beautiful, Vera Ann." he whispers, placing another kiss on her scar.
"And I don't want to go too fast. Alright? I don't want to rush things, because I care about you." he tells her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and placing a kiss on the corner of her lips.
"You do?" she whispers, a small smile playing on her lips. He kisses her lips this time, really kissing her. He pulls away, leaving her breathless.
"I do." he answers. And they spent the rest of the night in each other's arms, whispering secrets and sharing memories and soft kisses.