Warning: Major Ciles Fluff

•Miles•

"Hey has anyone seen-" V is cut off when a body leaps onto my back, nearly tipping me over.
"Hi!" C says happily, clinging to my back. I sigh, adjusting her legs so I'm supporting some of her body weight.
"A warning would be nice next time," I complain with a smile.
"You love it," C replies, leaning forward and kissing me on the cheek.
"My eyes!" Jax shrieks joining us.
"Shut up Jax. You're the last person who should be complaining to me about PDA," I retort.
"Less complaining, more music making! Let's get to work people!" Bianca shouts making her way over to us.
"Good morning to you too B," I say dryly.
"Come on Miles, we need to get this video filmed," Bianca replies.
"Now where's Beckett? We need to get you into the dance studio, let's go people! We are loosing time!" Bianca exclaims, clapping her hands and herding people around. V looks at C and I warily.
"Who's worse, Scarlett or Bianca?" She asks.
"Scarlett."
"Bianca." We say in unison. V laughs.
"You know what I never want to see?" She asks.
"What?"
"Scarlett and Bianca together."
I shudder.
"You go hunt down Beckett, I'll bring C to the studio?" I ask.
"I got you," she responds.
"Good. Because I've been on Bianca's bad side before, and I never want to be there again," I say.
"What did you do?" C asks curiously.
"Why do you assume I did something?" I respond. V and C roll their eyes.
"Like that's even a question," V scoffs.
"It may or may not have had something to do with the Alya incident," I mumble.
"Which one?" C asks. I glare up at her and she giggles.
"Just go find Beckett. I don't want to deal with a salty Bianca," I order V. With a final laugh, V turns on her heel and flounces off in search of her significant annoyance.
"I swear that girl is-"
"Careful," C warns.
"An absolute delight," I finish.
"Nice save."
"I try."

V and Beckett saunter into the studio only a few minutes after we arrive.
"I thought we'd have to send out a search party," Bianca calls over to them. Beckett just shrugs and smirks. Bianca sighs in exasperation.
"Whatever. Miles, you and C are going to the music room to film some, delicate, scenes. Beckett and V are staying with me," Bianca announces. C and I practically sprint out of the studio and away from Bianca.
"I love that girl, but she is absolutely terrifying sometimes," C laughs as we hurry to the music department.
"What is up my dudes?" George asks when we walk in.
"What did you say?" C asks, still laughing.
"Mindy is trying to help me with my 'modern' speech. So what is up my dudes?" George repeats. C laughs again.
"We're here to film," she tells him.
"Yes I know. It was a rhetorical question."
"Okay George."
"The concept of this film is a romantic montage so you two will need to kiss." George states, as he adjusts his camera. I choke on air.
"Very straightforward," I comment, probably turning bright red by the second.
"I assumed that because you two are a ship, you wouldn't have a problem with it," he replies, still not looking up from his camera. This little dude is certainly a character. George finally lifts his camera and points it towards us.
"Well?" He says after a few moments of awkward silence.
"What you mean right now?" C asks.
"I thought it was implied," George responds.
"You don't want to like, set up an intro or anything?" C trails off.
"Editing people! Editing!" George responds. I look at C with a raised eyebrow and she shrugs helplessly. We lean towards each other awkwardly.
"Let's go! It isn't as if you've never locked lips before!" George exclaims. Our faces are mere inches apart and we both burst out laughing.
"I'm sorry! Sorry!" C apologizes through fits of giggles.
"Okay I'm good," I say, trying to straighten my face. As soon as we make eye contact again we burst out into another fit of laughter. George groans.
"If this scene doesn't get filmed in the next five minutes, I'm getting Aiden. And Scarlett." George threatens. C and I freeze.
"Alright. Take 7!" George shouts unnecessarily loudly. I glance at C quickly before leaning in with determination, connecting our lips. At some point C's arms wrap around my neck and my hands find their way to her hips. It feels like only a few seconds have gone by when George yells 'scene!' I pull away and C gasps for breath.
"Good. The most difficult part is out of the way. One more time just to be safe," George announces. I look at C with exasperation. C just laughs.
"Don't pretend like you're not enjoying this. C'mere," she says with a sly grin, once again connecting our lips. I smile into the kiss and somewhere in the background I think I hear George telling us we can stop, but we just ignore him.

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