When We Realize (A Sheo Fanfic)

Chapter Five

*Shailene’s POV*

Theo and I walked to the building where we would meet security to be escorted to set. The set that we are filming at today is in a studio, so there are fans waiting outside. When there are more than a few people, Rob calls and tells us to meet security somewhere so that they can walk with us, just to be safe.

We had a really nice breakfast. The food at Arden’s garden is 100% organic, and comes from his own garden on the roof of the building, which is rad. We signed a few autographs with people who waited to meet us and talked with them for a couple minutes. It’s so exciting meeting people who are just as ecstatic about the movies as I am. Sometimes when I am all caught up in the movie making process I forget that there are actually other people out there who are eager to see it.

We walked through the building to the studio, met with the screenwriters, Rob, and Neil, and talked about the scenes we would be doing that day. I sat in hair, makeup, and costume for an hour before I was camera, or Tris, ready.

We filmed for hours. We did some more scenes where Tris is stuck in the Erudite compound, some between just Four and Tris, and some with all the other actors. Everyone had a blast and the energy throughout the day was radiant. We shoot everything completely out of sequence, so it’s always interesting to see the final product because they truly do an amazing job. Watching the movie after everything is done is like a report card for me.

“Okay, you guys can take a twenty minute break.” Rob said to everyone who was still left near the end of the day. It is nine o’clock, and we only have one small scene left to shoot. Most of the other actors went home.

I walked down a few halls and into a small dressing room to use the bathroom. When I got out of the stall, I saw somebody in my peripheral vision and jumped.

“Shit!” I swore, placing my hand over my heart. Theo had followed me into the little room. “You scared me.” I said, biting my lip as I rinsed my hands.

I stared at him in his black clothing, his face cleanly shaven, all to look like Tobias Eaton. I felt my face automatically lift up into a smile, just as it often does around him. My heart beat, on cue, started to pick up. I closed the short distance between us and brushed my lips against his. His strong hands immediately cup my face, and soon his tongue is tracing my lower lip, wanting more. That’s how it always is with him. There’s always a dim fire within me, wanting and needing him, but within a matter of seconds that control can grow to be a forest fire. I open my mouth so that I can be engulfed in his sweet taste, and he sighs.

I can hear our breathing start to become heavy in the quiet room, and his hands are no longer being so gentle with me. He backs me up into the door, but we hit something on the way, and it crashes onto the floor. We both pull away, our faces looking anxious yet amused at the same time. When nobody comes in, his lips start to kiss up my neck feverishly.

“Theo, what are we doing, we’re at work...” I gasp. He ignores me, his hands tracing invisible patterns underneath my shirt on my stomach and back. “In a tiny little dressing room. Someone will hear. Or walk in.”

I hear a click behind me as he locks to door. He pulls back, his dark eyes hazy and his lips red. My resolve is already quite small, and it doesn’t help much when he says… “They’re all a few hallways down setting up. They don’t know where we are and we’ll be quick. And quiet.” His voice low and husky, his accent thick.

I gulp, and his lips start working with mine once again. “Speak- for- yourself… I- don’t know how quiet I- can be.” I say between his kisses. I feel a heat grow deeper inside me when he chuckles. I’ve never had to be quiet before when Theo makes love to me, and I honestly don’t know if I can. I might bite my bottom lip off trying to do so.

When I open my eyes the lights are out. Holy shit, what is he making of me? I would never do this in between scenes! How unprofessional! How irresponsi- my mind changes its course when he quickly removes my shirt and kisses down my chest. Screw it. Who cares about being ethical. His hands fumble with my bra clasp and soon my bra is also on the floor. His hands are all over me, in my hair, holding my face, removing my jeans. I tug at his shirt so he will take it off, and he does.

“We are so bad,” He whispers, kissing my cheek. “What’s become of us?”

“I was just wondering the same thing,”

His hand slips beneath my underwear and he parts my legs, touching me just where I need him. I let out a quiet moan, hoping to God that nobody needs to get anything in here. I couldn’t just stop now. I’m too far under. Two of his fingers slide into me and I curse under my breath. Even though it’s dark I can see the annoyingly pleased look on his face as I writher beneath him. I’m puddy under his hands and he knows it all too well.

“Theo,” I say after a few moments, my head falling against his shoulder. I want him to keep going, but we don’t have much time, and I’ll be frustrated all day if we can’t finish what we started. “We have like, five minutes.”

His hand disappears from my core and even though I cannot see him, I hear him fumbling with his pants. He knocks something over again and I stop breathing.

“Shhh!” I whisper, slowly reaching down to remove my underwear.

He laughs. “Sorry!”

His warm hands are on my waist again and he lifts me up, my back still pressed against the door. I wrap my legs around him and I can feel his hardness against me. I want nothing more than him so be inside of me again, so that I can feel entirely complete as our bodies connect in the most beautiful wondrous way.

“Do you have a condom on?”

“Yeah. I had one in my wallet.”

I don’t say anything else; I just lean forward and kiss him again, my arms around his neck. He positions us so that he is at my entrance, and this time he doesn’t ask me if I’m ready like he usually does, he just slams into me. Every inch of his body is pressed up against mine and it makes me wonder what life would have been without him; without this. If things hadn’t played out as they had I would’ve never known how happy I could actually be. I only want our love making on his mind for the rest of our lives; I want to be the only one worth remembering. I want only my name on his lips and my legs wrapped around his waist.

“Shailene,” He says, his face buried in my neck and his hips working against mine. The adrenaline of the situation heightens our senses, and it feels like I have never needed a release this bad, but then again, it always feels like that. As he pushes into me repeatedly it doesn’t even bother me that we are probably making more noise than we realize.

“Hmm?” I ask breathlessly.

“I’m so happy that everything worked out… the way that it did.”

I bite my lip as I smile, another small moan escaping me. I am so lucky to love him; my best friend. “Me too.”

We are most definitely going to hell. But that’s okay.