Drive(r) Me Crazy-Adam Driver x reader

⚠️5-Good Girl

You were stood in front of your beloved snack table, picking at the finger foods and replaying the events of the previous day in your head. You remembered what happened: The sound of Adams deep grumbling laugh above you, the feeling of his lips against yours, the tingling heat rising between your legs as he held your wrists against the floor. Unfortunately your steamy little improv session was interrupted by Jeffrey coming in to get some measurements for the costume department, but luckily he recognised it as part of the script, so there was no awkwardness-at least not on his part. You and Adam were both whisked away to different dressing rooms before you could exchange a word, and the measurements took the rest of the working day, so you both went home with the heated scenes of earlier that day freshly imprinted at the front of your minds.

Even now the taste of his lips lingered on yours, bringing you away from reality and into the backrooms of your mind, replaying the scene over and over in your head until the mini quiches on your paper plate had gone ice cold.

You were snapped back to the real world by a hand tapping your shoulder as someone shouted your name.

"Hey! Hello? Anyone home?" Daisy said, waving her hands dramatically in front of your face.

"Oh, hello, hi, hiya, sup." You said hurriedly, trying to make yourself seem somewhat normal.

"You good?"

"Totally." You said, pushing the feeling of Adam on top of you to the back of your mind.

"Well then, anyways," Daisy continued."Apparently all the costumes are done, and were gonna see them today!"

"Really? Thats sick. I haven't even seen the designs so this is gonna be a complete surprise for me."

"Yeah, me neither."

Your conversation was interrupted by Marie barging past to get to the snacks.

"Oh, Hiya loves, talking 'bout the costumes?" She said, stuffing a sausage roll into her mouth.

"Yeah, how're they looking?" Daisy asked

"Good, just ya wait, you'll love 'em"

"I don't even know what kind of costume I'm in, any clues?" You chimed in, raising an eyebrow at Marie curiously.

"Well lass, you'll just have to see, I think we're gonna do some dress rehearsals today so you'll see later."

"Ok, cool." You said, reaching for a mini quiche, but you were quickly interrupted by Jefferey drab voice calling out to the cast.

"Ok everyone, could you all go and sit down in the break room, I'll be in in a sec." He shouted, raising a handset to his ear and scribbling something in his precious notebook.

Everyone filed into the break room, and you followed suit, tossing your plate into the garbage as you walked. You sat down in your usual seat, next to Daisy and Mark, and patiently waited amongst the low chitter-chatter for Jeffrey to arrive and start dishing out instructions.

It was just as you were intently studying the number of chips in the surface of the cheap wooden table in front of you that Adam walked in. You only saw him out of the corner of you eye, but his large frame was unmistakeable and although you couldn't hear what he was saying, the deep rumble of his voice drew your attention. You glanced over to him-he was talking to someone, but you didn't notice who, you were too distracted by the high rising feeling blooming in your chest as you watched him.

You studied him.

Watching as he shook his head, his thick hair falling onto his cheeks as it flowed down. Watching as he laughed, the dimples on his cheeks deepening around his near perfect smile. Watching his chest as he breathed, and how the outline of his muscles pulsed underneath his shirt.