Drive(r) Me Crazy-Adam Driver x reader

3-Beat me

It had been about a week and a half since finally perfecting that one damn fight scene, and you'd memorised every step of it, thankfully for Daisy. Today you were rehearsing a scene that - apparently - had just been added into the script. According to Jeffrey it was because the movies had been declining in popularity and they had to add something in to get the numbers back up. you weren't quite sure what it was, which put you a little on edge, but it cant be that bad, right?
"So basically this is complete fan-service." Jeffrey said, cradling his head in his hands dramatically."which kinda hurts both my, and the companies, pride but hey, it is what it is."
He handed you and Adam each a script. It was weird that he only called you two into this impromptu meeting but you didn't really question it.

"Okay, so I want you two to go and read the script, run some lines, and when you've done that you can go into room..." Jeffrey paused for a second, flipping to a notebook clipped to his belt."12 and rehearse in there until I get back. I have a meeting at lunch so as soon as I get back I'll come in and, y'know, direct 'n' stuff." He turned and stuffed the notebook into his bag, before heading out of the door, leaving you and Adam standing in the break room.
"Okay... so, that was kinda weird. What did he mean by 'Fan-service'?" Adam said, running his hands through his dark hair.
"Yeah it was, and I dunno, guess we'll find out?" you said, pulling out a chair and sitting down; Adam followed suit.
"Oh." you said, everything finally clicking into place. You connected the dots; the hatred that hung between yours and Adams characters, how Jeffrey knew how much the fanbase thirsted over Adam-especially when he played Kylo Ren, and how easy it would be for any horny teenager to project onto your character. "I think I know what he means."
"What?" he asked, opening his script.
"Im pretty sure it's a sex scene" you said, skimming over your script, confirming your suspicions. "yup it is."
"Oh ok, cool."Adam said, flipping through the script."well, it does kinda make sense, I mean you could cut the sexual tension between our characters with a knife." he laughed.
"Well I'm glad I'm not the only one who noticed."You chuckled.

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You and Adam had been reading the script for about 10 minutes and with every second the air of awkwardness between you two grew thicker. It wasn't that it was a sex scene, no, you were both far to professional to be shaken by that (even despite your lack of experience). It was what happened before - I guess you could call it 'foreplay' - which was less than simple.
Your eyes were drawn to the stage directions between the lines:

'Kylo pins Aria to the ground, holding her hands above her head'

'Aria sits on Kylos chest, holding him down with the force as she mocks him'

'Kylos lightsaber cuts Arias over-cloak, revealing her under-clothes'

Unsure whether to be excited or embarrassed you flipped the script shut, running your thumb across the edge of the page to distract you from the awkwardness. Although you knew that, as a professional actress, you should hold yourself with professional indifference, you couldn't help but notice the anxious tingle low in your stomach as you thought about it.
"Looks like we're filming Fifty Shades 4." Adam chuckled nervously, closing his script. "Only with more lightsabers and less handcuffs." You joked.
"We should probably run these lines."Adam said raising one of his thick eyebrows. "Yeah, but they don't really make sense without the stage directions."
"So lets go to room 12 and rehearse"

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You held your script open as you stood in front of Adam, brandishing your shitty plastic lightsaber in your other hand, as if you were about to slice his throat.
"Oh please," You spat, your voice laced with false malice."you're nothing but a traitor"
Adam stepped closer to you, using his lightsaber to fling yours out of your hand."I'm less of a traitor than you'll ever be"

You continued through the script, reading out witty insults between every thrust of your lightsabers as you both gradually grew more exhausted. After a while both of your characters had been disarmed and you found yourself standing in the middle of the floor, Adams large frame towering over you. You could feel the body heat radiating off of him from how close you were, and the slight glisten of sweat on his throat sent a rush of adrenaline through your chest.

Glancing down at your script you read out your line;
"Your efforts are futile, Ren. You might as well just surrender"
He returned the intense glare you shot him, looking deep into his hazel eyes. You hadn't really noticed how beautiful they were; flecks of honey littered the auburn irises, like shards of golden light glistening through treetops at sunset. You were broken out of your trance by Adam, his gravelly voice cutting through your daydream state.
"You'll have to make me."

The words rumbled in your ears as he said them, hitching your breath and sending a rush of adrenaline to your core. You lingered for a second, both of you staring at each other in faux hatred, before lifting up your script to check the next line. You read the stage direction in your head;
'Aria Luna gets Kylo Ren to the ground, pinning his hands down either side of his head'

"How the fuck am I meant to just get you on the floor?" you said perplexed.
Adam looked down to check his script."Maybe you use the force?"
You thought about it for a while, before a small smirk crossed your face."Or I do this" You swiped your leg into the back of his knee, quite literally sweeping him off his feet.
He let out a muffled yelp as his back hit the ground. Luckily the ground was covered in those mats that are meant to be easy to fall onto but are 10x harder than the floor, so it only hurt a lot.
"Asshole!" He called out, before hooking his leg round yours and giving you a taste of your own medicine.
You crumpled down, falling forward with a huff.
For a moment you were perplexed as to why it didn't hurt when you hut the floor, but then you realised: you didn't.
You looked up to realise that you were lying on top of Adam, arms outstretched in front of you, hands holding you up over his chest.
You both froze. For a minute your mind was blank, not quite sure what to make of the situation: Is this awkward? Does Adam hate me now?
You looked up, making eye contact with the man you were currently straddling. You could feel his chest rising and falling underneath your hands, hear his deep, raspy breaths which - like a flame held to a gallon of gasoline - sparked a rush of fantasies running through your head.

You imagined his breaths moulding into moans in your ears. Droplets of sweat dripping off of his chest and onto you as he holds himself above you. The

feeling of his skin pressing into yours.
The air of awkwardness hung silently, freezing you both in place until you decided to break the silence.
"Asshole yourself!" You chuckled, gently punching Adams shoulder as you shuffled off of him, kneeling at his side.
Adam let out a laugh as he shifted to sit in front of you.
"What's the matter, Ren? Not used to getting beat?"You crossed your arms and leaned forward, playfully raising an eyebrow.
"Not by a little girl." He said smugly.
The words 'little girl' rumbled round your head, his deep voice painting pictures of him on top of you, holding you down. You couldn't help but imagine that being his nickname for you, those words passing through his plump lips, making yo-

"Any ways, we should probably keep rehearsing." He said, swiping a piece of hair from his face and snapping you out of your trance.
You agreed, following him as he stood up, choosing to ignore the excited feeling deep in your chest.