Soft Launch 🖤 Pedro Pascal

Chapter Twenty Two : Touch Starved

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* Smut, please do not read if uncomfortable first part is not smut but then the second part becomes filthy smut, again do not read if uncomfortable or a minor *

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The car was too quiet.

The kind of quiet that hummed with electricity, buzzing in the charged air between them. The city slipped past in streaks of neon and shadow, the glow of passing headlights casting golden flares across the dashboard. Rey sat with one leg crossed, the slit of her desert-hued dress revealing a sculpted line of thigh every time the fabric shifted. Her perfume lingered - warm, smoky, something with amber and spice that curled under Pedro's skin and refused to let go.

She was glowing. No, simmering. That was the better word. Like heat off scorched sand, all sunburnt elegance and stormy allure. She hadn't said a word since the afterparty incident - since Pedro had all but dragged that no-name prick off her and declared, in front of half the damn bar, that she had a boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

He hadn't even meant to say it, not aloud, not like that.

But then she'd looked at him. With that soft, stunned expression and her lips parted just slightly. And he knew it was real. Had been real for a long time.

Now she was beside him. Close, radiant, silent.

"You okay?" he asked, eyes flicking to her before returning to the road.

She nodded, then let the silence stretch again.

Another red light. Another sideways glance.

Her head turned toward him slowly, eyes sharp and unreadable. "So... that was a moment."

Pedro swallowed. "Yeah."

"You gonna make a habit of fighting dudes off me in bars?"

"If I have to."

She huffed a laugh, low and amused, but it curled like smoke. "You said I have a boyfriend."

"I did."

She uncrossed her legs slowly - deliberately - and his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

"Was that a slip," she asked, voice like silk laced with sin, "or a statement?"

Pedro exhaled hard. "Do you want it to be?"

She didn't answer right away. Just shifted in her seat until her dress fell lower, the top pulling taut across her chest - that corset-boned neckline making a mockery of his restraint. She reached up, casually pushing her hair behind her ear, exposing the smooth length of her neck, and Pedro could swear the temperature in the car jumped ten degrees.

"I want..." she started, dragging her gaze over him like a hand. "...you to stop pretending you're not already halfway undressing me with your eyes."

Pedro's knuckles turned white on the wheel.

"Rey."

She tilted her head. "What?"

"Don't start something we can't finish in the front seat of a black SUV."

"Who says I don't want to finish it later?"

He hit the turn signal with more force than necessary. "You trying to kill me?"

"Trying?" she whispered. "No. But watching you suffer just a little is fun."

He groaned under his breath.