Before we could respond to the three smirking idiots in my trailer doorway, we were called to set. I looked back at Dylan, my cheeks on fire. He laughed as he reached forward and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.
"We'll umm. . . We'll see you two on set," Holland laughed as she grabbed both Tylers and dragged them out of the doorway. When the door shut, I leaned my forehead on Dylan's shoulder.
"That was so embarrassing," I mumbled, making him laugh as he rubbed circles on my back.
"Little bit."
I leaned back, playing with the pocket on the front of his shirt, not able to look up and meet his eye-line. "Y/N," Dylan whispered. "Look at me."
I took a deep breath before slowly looking up at him. My cheeks burned hotter the longer he stared at me without saying anything. I held my breath as he reached forward and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.
"I never actually said it."
"Said what?" I asked, even though I knew what he meant.
"That I love you," he said, shrugging slightly.
"How?" I asked, my voice breaking.
"What? Y/N. . ."
"How can you love me? We've only known each other a short while. Plus, most of our relationship is on-screen. If anything, you don't love me. You love my character."
I tried to get off his lap, but he tightened his grip on my waist, stopping me. "Y/N," he sighed as he gently rubbed his fingers in circles on my revealed hip. "I didn't fall in love with your character, okay? I didn't fall in love with you while filming."
"Really?" I asked, my voice breaking.
"Really," he laughed. "I fell in love with you during our lunches, our late night shenanigans, the random 2 am calls, the movie nights. But the moment I knew I was in love with you? We were watching a movie at my place and you had fallen asleep on my shoulder. You started mumbling like you were having a nightmare. All I did was wrap my arms around you and whispered that you were okay, that I was here and you instantly calmed down. You snuggled deeper into my chest and that's when I knew. I looked down at you and never wanted to let you go. All I wanted was to make you happy. All I want is for our on-screen relationship to be real."
"I want that too." I bit my lip, gathering the courage. "I love you, Dyl."
"Then will you go on a date, a real date, with me this weekend? I promise, no nasty set food, no cameras, no props. A real date."
"I wouldn't say no to some props," I joked, my cheeks instantly burning. Dylan let out a laugh before pressing his lips against mine. Before the kiss could get too heated, we were called to set again.
* * * * *
"You okay?" Dylan recited his line. He was sitting on the floor, a textbook in his lap, as I was laying on my stomach on my bed.
"Yeah," I stuttered. "Just lost in thought."
Dylan stood up, sitting on the edge of my bed. "What kind of thoughts?" He asked.
I hesitated before sitting up, sitting next to him. I played with my fingers nervously while Dylan watched me. "Y/C/N?" He said softly. He reached over and grabbed my hand, instantly intertwining our fingers.
"You know you can tell me anything," he said, a smile on his face.
"Anything?" I asked, making my voice break. I looked up at him, biting my lip.
"Of course, babe. That's what boyfriends are for," he recited, letting out a small laugh.
I took a deep breath and started to ramble through my lines. "The thing is, since the supernatural world seems to be taking a break, I've had the chance to think, really think. Not the bad kind of thinking, but the life-changing type of thinking that could be a good thing unless you don't think the same thing which would make it the bad, embarrassing, life-ending, thinking. The kind of thinking. . ."
I gasped when Dylan leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine, shutting me up. Our lips moved in sync, probably more than Russell wanted. The second we pulled away and leaned our foreheads against each other, I recited my line, meaning every word.
"I love you."
I bit my lip as Dylan studied me, like Stiles was supposed to do. "You what?" He gasped out.
I jumped up, instantly pacing in front of him. "Look, I know we've only gone out a little while and maybe I shouldn't have said anything. I clearly shouldn't have said anything because you are clearly freaked out. This was a mistake. I'm so sorry, Stiles. I shouldn't have said anything. What was I thinking? Just throwing that out there like it was perfectly normal to tell my boyfriend of less than four months that I loved him."
As I continued to ramble through my lines, Dylan jumped up. He grabbed my hand, spinning me around, and instantly pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was long, deep and desperate. He was the first to break the kiss, my head spinning as I struggled to catch my breath.
"I love you too."
I couldn't help the smile that formed on my lips, instantly forgetting that we were doing a scene. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him roughly. As our lips hungrily moved in sync, Dylan backed us up. I gasped when my knees hit the edge of my bed. I laughed as we fell backwards, landing on my comforter.
"Are you okay?" He laughed as he hovered over me.
"Better than okay," I blushed. He looked down at me, hesitating. Before he could say anything, I leaned up and pressed my lips to his.
Our lips continued to move in sync as I wrapped my leg around his waist, pulling him closer. I bit my lip when he started kissing my neck. I struggled to remember that this was just a scene as Dylan slid his hands under my shirt.
I gasped when Dylan bit down on my neck, hitting me sweet spot. "Stiles," I moaned, almost moaning out his real name.
He pulled away and smirked at me before pressing his lips back onto mine. Our lips moved in sync as I reached down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt.
He leaned back, give me just enough time to pull his shirt off and toss it across the room. Before kissing me, he leaned down and pulled my shirt over my head. He smirked down at me, his eyes grazing over my almost bare chest. When his eyes met mine, he waited a second before eagerly pressing his lips back to mine.
When Dylan slowly start grinding his hips against mine, I could feel how hard he was. We jumped apart when we heard Russell yell cut.
"That was great you two," Russell praised as Dylan hovered over me, not breaking eye contact. A blush formed on my cheeks as Russell continued to praise us. "Really perfect. You could feel the emotion, the love. I don't think we need to do it again. Let's move on."
Dylan and I jumped when Russell clapped his hands together. We both laughed, trying to break the tension. Dylan looked down, his eyes widening like he remembered he was still on top of me.
"Sorry," he stuttered as he slowly crawled off of me. I sat up, my arms subconsciously wrapping around myself as I got out of the bed. I looked down, searching for my shirt.
I laughed when I looked up and saw Dylan holding my shirt out to me. "Thanks," I blushed as I took it from him and instantly slipped it back over my head.
I looked up and couldn't help but giggle when I noticed Dylan had put his shirt on wrong. "It's on inside out, isn't it?" He asked, laughing.
"And backwards."
He sighed before taking it off. The minute his bare chest was exposed, my cheeks burned. I quickly turned around, running my hands through my hair. I tried to rush back to my trailer, but gasped when I felt two arms wrap around my waist.
I waited for him to say something, but he didn't. I bit my lip when I felt Dylan lean down and press a soft kiss to an already sore spot on my neck. "Why am I so turned on by the marks on your neck?" He asked, giving me goosebumps as his breath tickled my neck.
"Probably because you put them there." I whispered. He turned me around and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear with a smile on his face.
"Want to get out of here?" He asked. "I'm suddenly very hungry."
I blushed when I caught onto his double meaning.
"Maybe," I hesitated to say, " after dinner, we can pick up where our scene left off."
The look in his eyes and the way his arms were still wrapped around me, made me blush.
"I'd be okay with that."