Warning: Minor innuendo.

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Breaking news!! Pedro Pascal has been seen, locking lips with his his co star, none other than bad girl, Charley Evans! The two were seen, at a local lake, clearly enjoying themselves! One can't help but wonder: is this simply to help promote their latest film or is there something more between these two?

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I stare, dumbfounded, at the latest headlines. Mel has been on my back the entire day, (when I'm not filming, that is,) telling me that I need to seriously watch myself over the next several weeks. I refrain from snapping at her that she insisted I go on that picnic with Pedro, in the first place.

Pedro, by the way, doesn't seem daunted at all by these ridiculous headlines, which kinda pisses me off, although I couldn't say why exactly. Maybe because I know, deep down, he's secretly flattered to be taming this particular bad girl.

I'm having a little trouble focusing on my lines. I've already flubbed several and I'm surprised James isn't jumping down my throat about it. I force myself to stay in character and put everything I have into these scenes. I need to prove to Hollywood that I'm a serious actress and there's more to me than just getting drunk, causing fights and flipping off the damn paparazzo.

Mercifully, by the time we wrap for the day, James just claps me on the back, saying tomorrow will be better and he knows I'm capable of getting through this film shoot. I give him a reassuring smile, telling him I won't let him down.

"I know you, Charley. You're top notch. You need to start believing that yourself," James says before he heads off. I nod, keeping the smile on my face, even if it kills me. (And it practically is.)

Pedro approaches me a few minutes later, falling in step beside me. Neither of us speaks until we reach my trailer.

"James is right," Pedro says. "You don't give yourself enough credit for your talent." I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, I'm so awesome," I snipe. "Go me." Pedro frowns.

"You're being awfully self deprecating." I sigh, knowing he's right.

"Right. Sorry. Old habits die hard." I enter my trailer, Pedro right on my heels. He gently shuts the door behind us, studying me.

"I'm trying to understand why, Charley. You're crazy talented and yet, you struggle to believe that."

I shuffle over to the couch, plopping down, grateful that Mel isn't here at the moment. If she were, I'd probably end up like one of Medusa's statutes. Frozen in stone.

"There's just...a lot that went on, when I first got into acting," I say, knowing I'm skating on thin ice. Pedro hovers a few seconds before lowering himself down next to me.

"Charley, despite the fact we haven't known each other long, I'm here for you. Whatever you want to share, I promise you, it's stays between us."

I look at him. There's that earnesty, written all over his face. I nearly cave, spilling out everything, yet that voice in my head is screaming at me not to.

"Not sure I'm ready to bear my soul just yet," I hear myself saying. "Though, I'm pretty sure you're trustworthy." Pedro flashes that grin and I find myself, reaching out to cup one of his cheeks in my palm. Instantly, he softens, one his hands, gently brushing some loose hairs away from my forehead.

"You're one of a kind, Charley," Pedro murmurs, leaning in and gently nipping at my bottom lip. Shamefully, a soft moan escapes from my lips. Pedro's grinning as heat floods my cheeks.

"Damn." I blush harder, but chuckle.

"What can I say, Pascal. You're one of a kind, too."

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Pedro's lying beside me on my bed, spooning me, his arms wrapped protectively around my middle, his lips grazing my neck, my hair swept to the side. I giggle, feeling much better.

"You're addictive," Pedro growls, sounding suspiciously like the Mandalorian. I vaguely recall him mentioning something about using a bedroom voice for Mando. Certainly never thought I'd hear it in person.

I roll over, smiling softly at Pedro. Damn. He's so beautiful. And I'm not just talking about his physical appearance. He has such a beautiful soul. To be honest, I'm surprised he's not already spoken for.

His eyes crinkle at the corners, his lips curving into a grin. My face is hot again and I'm somewhat irritated with myself for allowing to be so easily enthralled by him.

"You really are incredible." Ughhh. That deep voice is making my nether regions tingle. I shift, thinking that'll release the tension. Pedro's expression turns amused, as though he knows exactly what I'm doing.

"Something the matter, hermòsa?" Pedro teases. I groan, lightly smacking him. He just laughs. Cocky bastard.

"You know damn well what you're doing to me," I grumble playfully. Pedro laughs again, gently curling his fingers around my wrist, his thumb caressing my bone.

"Guilty as charged." Pedro's expression turns serious and he draws me closer, pressing those perfect lips to mine. Instantly, I'm drowning in him, never wanting to surface. His hand releases my wrist, slipping across my arm, sliding down to rest on my waist. Eventually we break for air. I chuckle.

"You're too damn charming for you're own good," I jab at him. Pedro just chuckles. I feel it, down in his chest, a faint rumble. I place my hand, palm down, against his bare chest. I scrub my fingers over the hair and Pedro is immediately, squirming.

"Ah, no!" Now I'm laughing.

"Ticklish, much?" I joke. Pedro tries glaring at me, but is failing miserably. I continue, until he's begging me to stop. I do, allowing him to catch his breath.

"I take it back!" He snaps playfully. "You're a cruel, cruel woman!" I burst into giggles, falling against him. He immediately starts attacking my sides, digging his fingers into my ribs. My body starts jerking and twisting, as laughter bubbles up, exploding from my lips.

"Uncle!" I cry, between giggles. "Uncle!" Pedro immediately relents, chuckling as I struggle to catch my own breath. I mock glare at him. He just smiles charmingly at me.

"Now who's the cruel one?" I shoot at him. Pedro smirks.

"Still you." I grab a pillow, crashing it down on his head. His expression turns to one of surprise, as he grabs his pillow, hitting me. I laugh and within a few minutes, we're having a full blown, pillow fight. I'm giggling so hard, I'm struggling to hit Pedro. He's faster than I expected.

Finally, I completely dissolve into a fit of giggles, accidentally rolling off the bed, landing on the floor, and still giggling. Pedro scoots over to the edge of the bed, peeking down at him, a hint of concern on his face.

"You okay, mi amor?" I sit up, still laughing, reaching out for his hand.

"You know, Pascal? I'm perfect."