A/N: Hi guys! sorry for the late updates. I will be a junior in college in the fall and I've just been swamped with school work and having two jobs. But I finally have some time to myself! and if you read this far I have an important question to YOU!! There is a very special moment coming up ( not in this chapter but by chapter 10 ) and I want to know ( it's a moment we have all been waiting for ) What POV you guys would prefer it in? It's easier to write it from Akoya's because since she's a character I created, but from Jasons, it will be a challenge because I'll have to channel what I think he'd be like. Anyway just comment which Point of View you would prefer for sexy time!! lol, enjoy.

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Jason Momoa

"Well, it has its ups and it's downs. You know? A lot of people just look at me and make their assumptions of what I am or make me out to what they imagine or want me to be and I feel like I'm always trying to live up to that."

"You know you don't have to do that. You should just y'know... be yourself and your true fans will follow."

"It's not that simple, Akoya. I wish it was but, I have a fam-.. Kid's to feed and raise. I have to play the role." I look up at her into her eyes, knowing I was probably doing what I feared-- ruining her image of me.

Even though she's been pretty a chill and not like a crazy fan I still expected her to be like the rest in a way, but when I looked for the look on her face, that same look I see in other people she didn't have that.

"Yeah, I totally get that. I mean I can't relate of course but I could imagine.." She says looking away.

For the past couple of hours, we've been talking about the jobs and career paths we have taken in life up to know. She started out by telling me she was a track star in high school but then ended up doing marine biology major to, where she is now, an author.

"Just know, that I can't begin to imagine what you go through. I feel like most people only see the glitz and glam-"

"True." I cut in.

"and forget about the things that this life comes with. So even though I can't empathize, I can't sympathize. People seem to forget you are human, just like them." She smiled warmly.

It really conveyed to me that she was being genuine.

I hadn't gotten that from anyone other than my close friends in a while.

There was a moment of silence between us. She gazed at me, almost what seemed to be absent-mindedly, with a gentle smile.

This is the first time I'd felt this way about her. A little small spec of something in my heart grew for her as she looked at me.

It felt like she didn't see Khal Drogo the Dothraki King, or Aquaman King of the sea, not even Jason Momoa. But like she stripped away all my titles and just saw a man.

"Do you write about things that are not educational?" I say, breaking what seemed to be turning into a moment.

"Mostly educational.. but sometimes I write about other things." She says rolling her eyes as if she was pondering something.

We spent the next few minutes bickering about why she should tell me what else she writes about. 

"Why do you want to know what I write about anyway?" She blurts out.

"I'm just curious." 

"Well if you were 'Just curious'," She says putting finger quotations around the phrase, " You wouldn't be fighting this hard to know."

"Well if you weren't fighting so hard for me to not know, I wouldn't be so curious."

She stops, knowing she can't defend against the valid point. She stands it one swift motion and turns toward the kitchen.

"Ah!" She yelps in pain.

I stand and rush over to her quickly snaking my hand around her waist to help her stand.

"Are you okay?" I ask, with a half smirk on my face trying not to laugh at her attempt to escape the conversation.

"Y-yeah, I just stood up too fast." She says gently pushing me off of her.

I slowly let go in caution to make sure I don't hurt her in the process.

"What are you going off to do anyway?" I asked sitting back down curious looking at the time.

"You have got to be hungry? I know I am.." She says as I start to hear the clanging of pots and pans around in her kitchen.

"Instead of making something why don't we go get something to eat?" I say.

"I'm not going out with my skin looking like this!" She yells.

"Pizza?" I say, knowing they deliver.

"Chinese?" She says in reply and almost instantly I hear her stop rummaging through her kitchen.

"They deliver here?" I ask.

"They sure do." She says grabbing a house phone that I didn't notice out of the entire time of being here and tossing it to me.

"What's the number?" I ask.

"It's speed dial number 3." She says sheepishly.

I burst in laughter.

Who has food places on speed-dial?

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Two orders of shrimp fried rice, one order of beef & broccoli and two eggrolls later and we are watching Game of Thrones.

We both had been caught up but she had so many questions we ended up just watching it.

"So that scene where you and Khaleesi are...  or more like where you are raping Khaleesi.. was that awkward?" She asks.

"Very. I know she was acting, but I felt soooo awkward." I say laughing and throwing my head back.

"Literally after they said cut after every scene I'd be like 'are you okay', 'are you sure'?" I add.

"In the scene where your butt is out.. is like everything all out or is there something for that?" She asks I can tell she is very into the conversation.

"Well, they give us like- this sock to put over it so we aren't completely exposed," I say as she nodded taking in the info.

"you were looking at my butt?" I say playfully after a brief silence.

"N-no- I mean yeah! it's on the screen." She blurts while pointing to the screen.

"Who wouldn't look at a butt? Everyone looks!" She says defensively. "Even you." She says referring to the other day in the hospital room.

I smirk. "No need to get all defensive. and it's okay anyway I had a butt double.." I slip in the last part raising my eyebrows and curling my lips.

"A what? Butt double?" She says surprised. "That wasn't your butt?" She says, almost what seems to be slightly disappointed.

"Yeah.." I laugh scratching the back of my head.

"My wife at the time wasn't too fond of me being naked in front of other women and the world seeing 'her' behind." I put quotations to put emphasis on those being her words and not my own.

She gives a dry laugh and turns her attention back to the show.

This was the first time I had ever mentioned my ex-wife to her.

"My ex-wife.." I add.

"I saw.." She says while her eyes flick towards me as if she wanted to ask but wasn't comfortable enough to.

"It's okay to ask," I say returning her gaze.

"Well... What happened? I've read so many articles and so many interviews of you totally gawking over her you to look so in love.." She says.

"We just..." I let out a big sigh.

"grew apart- I guess? The articles will say it was cheating and all sorts of scandal but the absolute truth is we were in love for a long time. She is my soul mate, but not my life partner and I believe there is a big difference between the two."

"What do you mean?"

"Like.." I say as I shift on the couch to face her better.

"A soul mate is a fruit. The fruit is good and only lasts so long until you eat it all but a life partner is a tree, in which you can continuously grow many fruits. A soulmate you can only enjoy for so long but a life partner, it's in the name, you can spend your life with." I say almost all in one breath.

"But.. a fruit has seeds that you can grow tree's from.." She says confusion basking in her golden honey eyes.

I just look at her and she just looks at me.

"You didn't think that far did you?" She asks a smirk creeping onto her lips.

I shook my head starting to laugh, she starts to laugh too.

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Akoya Kailani

The next thing I know I am opening my eyes and it's a lot darker outside but not completely.

smells so good...

I sit up rubbing my eyes looking down at whatever I was laying on.

I pull back immediately and put my hand over my mouth.

Jason was laying on his back with his head resting on the armrest on the couch and I was laying in between his legs on his chest.

I look down at the part of his chest where I was sleeping and see a small wet spot.

I just drooled on a celebrity...

I say to myself quietly while shaking my head.

I slowly get up trying not to wake him. My skin was feeling better and better by the day. I didn't know whether or not to be excited about that because on the one hand I'll look normal, but on the other...

I look over at Jason who is still sound asleep.

I stand up and grab a blanket from a random hallway closet and drape it over him. I grab a sticky note from a random drawer.

'Make yourself at home, but not too comfortable. A guest room is down the hall.' I write and stick in a place I know he will see. His forehead.