INVISIBLE STRING ― pedro pascal

-INSTAGRAM & MESSAGES & REAL LIFE

"What?" He asked, blinking and placing the name to the face.

"I asked if you're okay. This is the wrap party, you don't seem very excited," Bryce Dallas Howard, his coworker and friend pointed out.

Pedro nodded. "Oh, yeah," he played it off. "I'm good, thank you. Tired, this week's been crazy."

"Yeah," She agreed, eyes flickering to Willow, who was making her way to them. "Well, if you need anything, you know where to find me."

Pedro smiled kindly, nodding again. "Thank you."

She left and was replaced by Willow a moment later. She smelled of coconut and vanilla, sweet, but not overpowering.

He smiled down at her, noticing how she was nearly a head shorter than him. Being a man of average height, he secretly appreciated her being so much smaller.

Willow's face brightened when he smiled and his hand instinctively reached for her, but he stopped just before it reached her face, moving to his face and scratching his scruff awkwardly.

"Hey," she said quietly. "You didn't text me back," her eyes narrowed playfully.

His smile softened. "Are you liking the wrap party?"

"Yeah," She shrugged. "It's nice. Jon said if viewers react well to the finale, they might extend the contract."

His eyes widened. "Really? That's incredible! I told you so," he teased her and she shrugged.

"I know," she stepped closer to him and he felt his heart rate pick up. "I didn't want to get my hopes up."

Her hair was in braids, he realized. Two braids dangling at her shoulders, but they were loose and sloppy and hair fell across her shoulders, neck, and slid in front of the bandana.

"Dios mío," he breathed out, cursing himself for letting it slip.

She was so close now, looking at him with her wide, innocent brown eyes. He thought they were green — did they change color in the light? — hazel, he remembered she'd mentioned. God, was she beautiful.

His jeans felt tighter suddenly and he cleared his throat, willing himself to look away.

But she captured his attention before he could, nibbling on her lip. Was she thinking the same as him?

The party music blared away, voices and laughter echoing across the empty lot. Pedro didn't focus on them, they felt so far away. He could only see her, hear his own heartbeat.

His head leaned down a fraction and she tilted hers up.

"Fuck it," he whispered, his body thinking before his head. She let out the quietest of moans, one he wouldn't have heard if he wasn't so close to her.

His lips brushed against her own and she tasted of honey and sugar, everything sweet, and good, and kind; oh, how he craved her.

She didn't stop him, encouraged him, rather, reaching her hand to his chest and pulling him towards her.

As his lips molded against her own, warming him from the inside out, he wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her closer.