bad at love • kit h

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@ adekane: everytime i'm out with @ sophiet i hold her hand, we must be dating too.

@ sophiet: no @ adekane it only applies to men and women holding hands, apparently friends can't do that. you shared palm sweat for too long, now @ enews is going to be looking for a baby.

@ user1: my moms slay @ enews

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after hours of filming i was ready to collapse on the floor with ranma and sleep for a week, but i had one more scene to film with kit before i could actually rest my eyes.

kit was already on set, waiting for me to arrive before the cameras started rolling. "i may or may not have eaten a pepperoni pizza for lunch."

his guilty expression was enough to make me scream in laughter at the sight, but i contained my inner howls and drew the mints from my pocket. "luckily for me, i came prepared."

"you'd still kiss me, even without those mints." kit winked at me as he popped one in his mouth.

before i could say anything action was yelled and i had to be my character.

kit's eyes hungrily watched as i slipped my white furry coat off my shoulders and revealed my naked body, "let me stand here, jon snow, like this."

"and let you torture me?" kit moved closer to me but i waltzed over to the door.

the pin in my hair, once removed, allowed my dark locks to fall over my shoulders, tempting him even more. "i'd like to be naked without being sexualised."

kit growled, his hands running through his curly hair. "but i want to appreciate you. every. single. part."

silence flooded the set, the scene becoming more intense as kit began to remove his coat and shoes. he hastily approached me, picking me up by the waist and throwing me on the bed.

my hands clawed at his clothes, removing them as fast as i could until we were both completely uncovered.

"cut!"

kit and i both looked at each other puzzled, there had never been a cut called during one of our intense moments before.

"you guys that was great, but we need more passion now." we both nodded. "action!"

my hands caressed his lower chest, smoothing over his abs and running up his chest to feel his shoulders.

kit raised an eyebrow at me, wondering what i was doing. we never usually get a script for these scenes, it's mostly improvisation.

using my grip on kit's shoulders, i managed to flip him underneath me so i was on top. his eyes flashed with vulnerability, making me cradle his neck and hover my face over his.

it wasn't me who closed the gap between us, it was kit. he pecked my lips softly, not pulling back until the kiss had resonated across my body.

then simplicity turned to lust and passion. desire flooded the space between us.