Love That Only We Know

Maybe friendship, maybe more?

Author note at the end
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Dakota POV

I get out of the car and head to my apartment complex, tonight has been confusing for my emotions.
I turn around and still see Jamie waiting for me to head inside.
What'd you expect Dakota?? For him to wait for you..

I make it in the building and head up the stairs, finally making it to my room I open the door and close it shut. I lean my back against the door and just take a couple minutes to breathe.
I finally regain my thought and start undressing, still having a feeling of being watched I open my curtain and see that it is the empty Vancouver sky ahead of me. Not a person in sight...

Tonight has definitely been fun and I like when I am around Jamie so far, I hope that feeling never changes.
I hope we have a friendship that lasts forever.

I start to make it to my bed until my phone starts to buzz, notifying me that I have a text message.
OH IT'S FROM JAMIE!!!
Mr.Grey- I really enjoyed our time together today, I hope it will always be this carefree with you Dakota Johnson. Have a nice sleep, I look forward to working with you. It will be awkward at times but I promise you, I will always try to make it comfortable and for you to feel safe at all times. You can count on me.
Good Night
I find myself smiling from this very thoughtful message, I press my phone against my chest almost like giving  Jamie a virtual hug through the phone.
I don't care but I start twirling around like a lunatic but I don't care, I am so happy to have someone like him to work on movie so sensitive.
I throw on some PJ's that consists of an old band shirt and some night shorts. I cuddle in bed and reply to Jamies text.
DJ- I hope it's always this carefree as well, thank you for these thoughtful words.
I put my phone away and drift off into bed.
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Jamies POV

I wake up with a stiff neck and find myself asleep on a couch.
Fucking hell, why did I decide to sleep on the couch?
Oh...that's right, I got into a little spat with my wife
Speaking of....
"Oh, I see you're finally awake."
My wife says with a smile on her face
I sit up and follow her to the kitchen
"You want me to make you anything for breakfast Millie?"
I go up to her and wrap my hand around her belly
Where the best thing that's ever happened in my life is living, I can't lose Dulcie...she's well...she's everything.
My wife unwraps herself from my arms and looks stern for a minute but is replaced by a smile.
"So do you have anything to say for last night?"
Is she serious right now?!
"And what would that be exactly..hmmm?"
"Well you came home pretty late last night, drinking might I add."
"Hahahaha, you're serious right now Millie, I was just getting to know my co star that I will have to be intimate with, or did you forget??"
I'm start getting frustrated, so I walk well more like stomp over to the fridge to take out a nice cold beer.
"Oh of course I didn't forget, how can I forget that'll you will be shoving your tongue down some bitches throat!" "MY HUSBAND NO LESS!"
I lean against the fridge and pinch my forehead, feeling frustrated.
"Millie, we've talked about this." I say in a quiet voice, because yelling gets us nowhere.
I walk over to her and hug her with her back pressed against my front.
I once again put my hands around her belly caressing her baby bump.
I whisper sweet nothings in her ear while nibbling on her earlobe.
"Millie, you know that nothing will change between us, but I need your support. I can't do this if you get jealous. We're a family.
I grab her hand and face her.
"I need you here with me and I need you to trust me."
"I NEED YOUR TRUST AND NOT YOUR JEALOUSY." I say with more emphasis.
I grab her face lightly caressing her chin and neck and pull her in for a kiss.
Looking into her eyes, she leans into me and starts crying.
"I'm sorry Jamie, you're right I need to be more trusting."
She looks up at me and pouts
"Will you forgive me?"
"Yes, but promise not to call Dakota a bitch again, alright?" I give her a stern look.
She rolls her eyes at me and says okay but do I really trust her..?
She takes my hand and guides me upstairs
"Where exactly are we going??"
She turns around and says she thinks I deserve a proper apology.
I'm not complaining.
*I'm not writing a sex scene for them so don't worry, but I'm gonna be realistic and say that Jamie looks like someone that has sex a lot. He even said in an Elle interview. So yeah, I'm just alluding to the fact they had sex