Warning this chapter mentions drug use and alcoholism. Also some innuendo.

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Ana

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It's very early on a Saturday morning. I awaken, needing to pee badly. I'm quiet and careful, hurrying back to Pedro. He needs his rest. It's been a taxing week on set for him. He stirs, reaching out for me.

I smile, hoping he'll go back to sleep. He really does need it. Luckily he does, his breathing growing more regular and even, snoring a little. I watch his face, relaxed and peaceful.

I'd love to go back to sleep as well, but my troubled thoughts are tormenting me. I can't stop thinking about how stubborn Kellan is being. He's such an asshole. Why did I think dating him was a good idea?

Oh that's right; because Pedro had ripped my heart out of my chest, threw it on the ground and stomped on it until I was all but dead inside. I sigh, rolling on my back and gazing up at the ceiling as the light from outside slowly grows, casting menacing shadows all around the room.

I shift uneasily beside Pedro, picturing the scene that could (possibly) play out should Kellan decide to confront Pedro in public.

He's taunting me, trying to provoke Pedro into a physical altercation. Shooting off his big mouth, stating what a loser Pedro is and how he's not man enough to stand up Kellan.

Pedro losing his shit, and punching Kellan right in the face, knocking him to the ground, shouting at him, telling him to back off and he has no idea what he's talking about.

Me screaming at Pedro to ignore Kellan and come along with me, my face burning with embarrassment, as I grab Pedro's arm, tugging him away and trying to shield us both from the bright flashes of numerous cameras going off, recording the whole incident.

Not exactly what I'd want to end up in the gossip tabloids. Shit like that could do Pedro's career some serious harm. He might get asked to leave The Last Of Us series or worse. People might start blacklisting him, stating that he's unworthy to work anywhere.

It wouldn't exactly be helpful for my career, either but mine could take a hit and it wouldn't be as permanent.

Pedro stirs again, only this time, he wakes up, smiling as he pulls me close to his warm body.

"'Morning, Hermosa."

"Good morning," I whisper, cupping one of Pedro's cheeks in my palm.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Not long," I reply, stroke Pedro's disheveled hair, smoothing it down.

"What time is it?" Pedro's hand is slowly snaking its way down my thigh. I gasp softly as it connects with certain parts of my body.

"Not even seven thirty. Go back to sleep."

"I'd rather screw you, mi amor." I chuckle, leaning in to gently kiss the tip of Pedro's nose. He grins, dimples digging into his cheeks and turning me into jello.

"You need sleep," I say firmly, cuddling closer to Pedro's warm body, wrapping my arms around him.

"But screwing you is much more fun."

"Pedro."

He sighs in mock frustration. I chuckle again, closing my eyes. We're fine for about two minutes and then, I feel Pedro's fingers probing my nether regions.

"José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal," I scold.

"Mariana Elena Hernandez Delgado."

"Oh, you didn't just say my full name, Pedro!" Pedro chuckles and I swat his cheek. He glares at me.

"Such a feisty, senorita!"

"That's right!" Pedro cups my face in his hands and I melt just gazing into his beautiful eyes.

"Seriously, though," I add. "We should go back to sleep for a while."

"All right," Pedro murmurs, caressing my cheek. "Just stay."

"Wild horses couldn't drag me away."

***

The rest of the day is lazy. Pedro and I mostly just lay around. Bella joins us, too and they entertain me by relaying on embarrassing stories about Pedro om set.

Pedro tries to downplay them but I know its true by how red his face turns. It's adorable.

"I told you I was going to tell Ana stuff," Bella says grinning mischievously.

"I'd kinda hoped you'd given up on that," Pedro jokes.

"Whatever for?" Bella looks downright devious and I love them for it.

"It's much more entertaining to embarrass you."

"You're terrible!" Pedro groans, covering his face with his hands, head tilted upwards as Bella and I laugh in delight.

"Bella gets the giggles," Pedro snaps playfully, trying to appear threatening and failing miserably. "It's so annoying!"

"I only get the giggles," Bella protests. "Because you're the one making the jokes!"

Pedro suddenly grins, looking quite pleased with himself. I swat at his lower abdomen and he jerks, drawing his knees up to protect himself.

"Yes, it's true!" He boasts. "I'm hilarious."

"Don't you mean "hideous"?" I tease and Bella about rolls off the couch, from complete hysterics of laughter.

"You're the worse girlfriend, ever!" Now Pedro is glaring ferociously at me, his eyes slanted closed.

"You just make it so easy!" I say, leaning across his legs. Pedro's expression softens as he gently cups my cheek in the palm of his hand.

"Despite the fact that you enjoy tormenting me, mi amor," Pedro murmurs. "I still love you."

"Aww thanks." I lean in, feeling immediate euphoria at his lips locking with mine. "I love you, my Pedrito."

Pedro's gaze never once breaks contact with mine. I could gaze into his beautiful eyes forever.

"I'm getting hungry," Bella announces loudly, they're way of breaking up Pedro and I's mental strip down of each other.

"I could go for some food," I say, leaning back but grabbing Pedro's hand, lacing our fingers together.

"Yeah. Me too." Pedro and I get up from the other couch and Bella joins us, as we head for the door.

"Where to?" Pedro asks. I look at Bella, who grins. I swear, they can read my mind. Maybe better than Pedro.

"Chinese," we say in unison.

"Very well. Off we go!"

***

"Oh, Pedro! OH!" After we'd returned from dinner, Pedro insisted on us showering together. (Him and me, I should specify.) And then, he wanted to make love to me. I completely agreed. I'd been aching for that since this morning.

"What are you doing to me, Hermosa?" Pedro pants, his lips connecting to my exposed collarbone, causing me to writhe.

"You're completely taking over my life. I've realized that I can't live without you."

"So..so do something about it already!" I demand, rising up to meet Pedro as our hormones explode in ecstasy.

"I will." Pedro collapses next to me but I latch on to him. I'm getting a sensation that I'm falling and if I don't grab on to him, I'll crash and burn.

"When?"

"As soon as your little stalker gets locked up permanently."

"That could be years." I bury my face in the crook of Pedro's neck. He's all sweaty but I'll overlook this once because I'm feeling needy.

"Ana, you have to be firm with him," Pedro murmurs, caressing my bare back. It tickles and I squirm from the sensation.

"I don't want to discuss this." I tilt my head back and begin kissing Pedro's jaw. He releases a frustrated moan. I grin. Pedro and I are quite the pair. Both enamored with one another, the addiction growing stronger each day, the high far deeper than any drug or alcohol.

"Quit distracting me," Pedro scolds playfully but I ignore his warning. Right now, he's the only one who matters.

"No." Pedro moves, lightening quick, flipping me over on to my back, holding my wrists above my head, pinning me there. I smirk.

"Getting mouthy, are we, chica?"

"Yes."

"I might have to punish you for that!"

"Oh, you're nothing but talk!" I taunt. Pedro's gaze darkens. Although we just screwed, I'm becoming aroused. I squirm, trying to free myself.

"Should I show you that I'm not just talking?"

"Can't we just cuddle?" A wave of weariness overtakes me. Pedro looks concerned.

"If that's what you want."

"Yeah." Pedro releases his grip on my wrists and I shift around, cuddling closer to his warm body, feeling dog tired.

I close my eyes as Pedro's arms encircle my body. I want to sleep for a month. I suppose this has to do with Kellan. Dealing with his crap is really beginning to take a physical toll on my body.

"Sleep well, chica," Pedro whispers.

"Thanks," I murmur sleepily. "You too."

***

"And that's a wrap!" The director yells, clapping his hands and grinning in triumph. I cheer loudly, grinning myself as Bella launches themselves into Pedro's arms.

I laugh as Pedro holds them close. I'm pleased that we'll be returning to New York for a few weeks before the interviews begin, promoting TLOU part two. But I'll miss Bella and will be sad to leave them behind.

Pedro and Bella join me, each one throwing themselves at each me as I'm laughing, trying to hug both of them at the same time.

"I'm so proud of you two," I murmur, squeezing Pedro and Bella. "You're my heroes."

"Aww shucks." Pedro's face turns red.

"Thanks, Ana." Bella's eyes turn bright with unshed tears. I feel myself getting choked up as well. I hold Bella close to me as they hug me tightly, they're face buried in my shoulder.

"I'll miss you, Ana."

"I'll miss you, too, sweetie." I feel Pedro's hand on my back and tears spill over from my eyes, slipping down my cheeks. We just stand there, clinging to each other, as if our lives depended on it.

Because in a way, it did.

***

I grab my bags, following Pedro out front to the waiting cab. He takes my bags from me, loading them up in the trunk before joining me inside the cab.

I automatically reach for Pedro's hand, holding it tightly as my heart starts to pound just a little bit more. It's been a long day and I'm so ready to just get home, crash and pretend that the outside world doesn't exist for several hours.

"Tired?" Pedro's massaging my hand. I smile, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Yeah. I'm exhausted. Looking forward to sleeping for several hours."

Pedro chuckles, raising my hand to his lips. I immediately shiver. I want to be lying, half naked, in Pedro's arms, as we cuddle together, falling asleep in his bed, safe and secure.

"Me too."

"I hope Bella calls when they return home," I add. Pedro looks pained for a moment. I know how much he'll miss his "Bellie," as he refers to them as.

"I'm sure they will." The cab rolls to a stop in front of my apartment building. I'll go home with Pedro, but I need to grab my mail and some clean clothing first.

We head up, both of us dragging from the long day of traveling, trudging down the hallway to the elevators and getting inside.

"I'll be quick," I tell Pedro as I fish my keys out of my bag. I yawn. Damn. I feel like I've been run over by a freight train.

I unlock the front door, noticing the pile of mail on the table that Isla left, along with some legal paperwork, left by my lawyer. I grab the stack, hurriedly dumping it in my bag and head for the bedroom.

I go to my closet and open it, and begin pulling out shirts, jeans and a few dresses. Pedro has followed me and I toss him another bag, so he can start stuffing my clothes into it while I grab clean socks, bras and underwear.

It takes us all of ten minutes before we're heading back out of the building and climbing back into the cab so we can head to Pedro's.

Within twenty minutes, we're climbing up the stairs to Pedro's apartment and I freeze when we reach Pedro's floor.

Shit. It's....Kellan.

***

"Well, well! The lovebirds have returned! Did you tie the knot in Canada?"

"You're not allowed near Ana," Pedro growls. "She has a restraining order against you!"

I grab the keys from Pedro, inserting them into the lock, completely ignoring Kellan. I'm shaking with fear and all I want is get away from him.

"Hey, man," Kellan says, holding up his hands in defense. "I'm only here to remind Ana that this is never gonna be over!"

"It was over the second you started abusing me, asshole! Now get lost!"

"Fine, I'll go." Kellan starts walking away. "Enjoy what little time you'll have left together. Because I'm not backing down."

Pedro starts to say something, but I grab him, pulling him inside his apartment and firmly shutting the door, releasing a shaky breath.

"Ana, call the police. Now."

"Pedro, no. He's gone. And I'm too damn exhausted to do anything now. Let's just get some sleep and then we'll deal with this shit."

"I don't agree," Pedro says. "But since it's you, I'll do as you ask." I smile, grabbing Pedro and kissing him, pushing away the frightening thoughts.

Kellan can wait. Right now, all I need is Pedro.