A Shot of Herophine

Couch

Friendly reminder that this is only a work of fiction and I support Herophine in whichever way they choose to be. Enjoy!

Josephine's POV

"See you tomorrow, Anna", I say as I turn to walk towards my trailer.

"Goodnight, Jo!", Anna yells from across the trailer lot.

I sigh happily as I reach my trailer door and type out a quick text to Hero, telling him that I've finally finished filming one of my solo scenes. I wait a few moments for a response and when no text comes through, I check the time on my lock screen and realize that it's nearly 3AM.

Surely, Hero must be asleep in his trailer by now; when he's not filming, eating, smoking or facetiming his mum, he's sleeping on his tiny, uncomfortable couch in his trailer.

Well, the couch isn't that tiny. It only seems that way when your giraffe of a boyfriend is lying on it. It's also not that uncomfortable. It just isn't really meant for two people to lie on it. Hero and I complain about it a lot, but we've actually really taken a liking to that couch.

Just thinking about that stupid piece of furniture has me turned on as I replay some of the 'memories' we've shared on it over the course of filming our movie.

I know by experience that there's no way I can go back to my trailer feeling like this. Before my mind can register what I'm doing, my legs take me back down the trailer stairs and straight across the lot to Hero's trailer.

When I reach his door, I check my phone screen and unsurprisingly, there's still no text from him.

I push my phone in the back pocket of my jeans and push Hero's door open to discover an unusually silent trailer. I chuckle to myself as I realize I'm going to have to remind him once again to start locking his door at night.

I walk towards the back corner of the trailer where that tiny, uncomfortable couch resides and find no sign of my co-star-turned-boyfriend. I briefly look around the trailer and all I detect is the very faint scent of cologne and cigarettes, meaning Hero hasn't been here for some time.

Exhausted, I collapse on the couch and whip out my phone to send off another text to him as I wait for him to return.

Hero's POV

I've been impatiently sitting in Jo's trailer for some time now, wondering where she is. She's supposed to be done filming her scenes by now and I'm starting to worry on this fucking tiny, uncomfortable couch.

If only my phone wasn't dead, I could text her or call her. I keep telling myself I have to buy a new phone charger so I wouldn't have to keep borrowing Jo's.

Admittedly, I'm grateful that his charger broke on the second day of filming. That damn charger is one of the reasons Jo and I became so close so quickly. To this day, I use it as an excuse to see my girlfriend as often as I can on set when we're not filming.

I could have just grabbed Jo's charger and gone back to my trailer like I usually do, but I figured it would be nice to surprise her in the early morning hours when she's expecting me to be asleep.

After another five minutes of anxiously waiting, I grab my pack of cigarettes and my lighter, and leave her trailer. I walk towards the back of the trailer and head for the open forest that surrounds the lot.

Jo says I smoke too much, and I promised her I wouldn't smoke around her anymore, so I try to distance myself from her trailer as much as possible in case she returns.

Josephine's POV

I've lost track of how much time I've been waiting in Hero's trailer.

What I do know is that I've grown even hornier sitting on this couch, thinking of all of the things we can do on it that we haven't already done.