Like A Virgin - Chapter 43 (Jayma Mays/Matthew Morrison)
Title: Like A Virgin
Author: emmaschuester
Pairing/Characters: Jayma Mays/Matthew Morrison
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Harmless fun, no offence intended. Pure work of fiction.
Spoilers: To episode 2x18 - "Born This Way".
Summary/Author's Notes: new chapter! Enjoy.
"You haven't told me what's the occasion yet." She sat down in the chair he was holding for her, her black dress riding up higher on her thighs, and he did a double take before reaching his own seat on the other side of the small round table.
"Has there got to be an occasion to go out for dinner together?" He smiled, and took her hand. "I missed you."
She entwined her fingers with his. "I missed you too, baby."
"I'm sorry I woke you the other day." He had been forced to a 4am wake up call for a satellite press tour, and even if he had tried to be as quiet as possible, she had rolled over in her sleep, and, finding an empty space, had woken up.
"Aw, don't worry. It's just my needy self. I didn't feel you there, I have abandonment issues, you know." She smiled, cheekily, and he chuckled. "Well we can't have that, can we?" He took her hand to his lips, and kissed it a few times.
They were interrupted in their own private world by a waiter, who brought them menus and a wine list, and left after writing down their drinks orders.
His hand automatically found hers again. "I feel like I haven't been the best of boyfriends lately."
She tilted her head to the right, feeling flirty. "Why do you say so? I recall cuddles... laughs... late-night talks..." Her foot slowly ran up his calf. "...great sex..."
He tensed immediately, and released a nervous chuckle. "Yeah. Only, I try and squeeze all of that in the little time I get to spend with you."
She noticed his tense frame, his shoulders bracing themselves as if he was expecting a blow, and took pity on him, releasing his leg, amused in the breath of relief he exhaled softly. She loved the effect she could have on him, every single time.
He took a menu. "So, shall we order?" They were in their favorite Italian, both agreeing they could skip their eating regimen for one night and indulge in some carbohydrates, and he was now hungrily scouring the list.
She playfully nudged him. "Try and pick well because I wanna go halfsies."
He narrowed his eyes. "Hm, and who tells you I want that too?"
She pouted, her huge eyes bearing an irresistible sad expression. "Come on, be nice to me."
He stared at her eyes for a long moment, a sly grin on his face, unable to look away, and then shook his head, as if to wake himself up, and scoffed mockingly. "As if I could ever say no to you..." He lowered his menu. "Come on, missy, give me your top-three picks and I'll see what I can do."
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They walked out of the restaurant about an hour and a half later, slightly tipsy from the bottle of red wine they had downed. She turned right, to walk to his car, but he gently grabbed her forearm to spin her around, hinting to the sky. "It's such a beautiful night... and there's a completely deserted beach right down that street." He held out his hand. "Walk with me?"
She nodded, grinning, and gladly changed the direction of her steps to match his. They reached the beach in only a few minutes, and when she felt her heels sinking in the sand, she reached down and took off her Louboutin pumps.
He smirked. "Where did you go? Jay?" His head bowed down. "Oh, there you are. Midget."
"Hey!!" She slapped his bicep, quite forcefully, and he yelped. "Now don't come tell me that hurt those things, mister." She gestured to his arms. "They're bigger than my thighs together."
He suddenly ducked and grabbed her behind her knees, lifting her up against him. "They're good to do this, yeah." He started running towards the edge of the water, laughing. "And they're good to throw you in the waves..."
It was nice and warm, a beautiful night in LA, but not warm enough for her to feel like dipping in the ocean, and she screamed and punched his back, though very lightly this time. "Matt! MATT!! Let me down! Come on, this dress is dry-cleaning only!!"
He burst into even louder laughter, and ran up until the very edge of the foreshore, stopping dead in his tracks an inch before his feet could start getting soaked. "Scared?"
She giggled, a little exhilarated, and instead of answering wrapped her arms around his neck, her shoes still in her hand, kissing him softly. He slowly slid her down along his body, until she was at level with his face, still supporting her tiny frame in his arms. When they parted, she wiggled a little, until he let her down, backing a few steps so she wouldn't land in the water.
She held out her hand. "So, about that walk? Can I trust you not to throw me in the ocean?"
He chuckled. "Yes, you can. Just hang on a minute." He crouched down, and slid off his shoes and socks, rolling up his dress pants a little. "This is much better." He got up, a wide smile on his face, and took her hand.
They walked for a long time, enjoying the empty beach, away from the street noises and crowds, their silence comfortable and welcome, as he held her tight with his free arm, laying his lips on her hair repeatedly.
Their stroll came to a halt when he spotted a small wooden lifeguard stand, empty as the rest of the area, and guided her towards it.
She looked at him curiously, as he freed his hand and jogged up to the small house. "Matt?" He had tried to open the door, which was locked, and was now eyeing the open staircase leading to a little balcony. He held out his hand. "Shall we?"
She looked at him, a bit shocked. "Isn't this like... private property?"
He just nodded slowly, a wicked grin on his face, his open hand impatiently in front of her, and after a short consideration she took it, her uncertainty clear in her expression. He led her up the few steps, and she walked to the railing, surveying the beautiful scenery in front of them, as he took his place behind her, his hands landing just beside hers on the wood, his lips grazing the skin behind her ear.
She sighed. "This is so beautiful."
"I know." He kissed her earlobe. "It'd be a perfect place for a proposal, would you mind handing me over the ring for a second?"
She giggled, and moved her fisted left hand to her chest, as if to protect her ring. "Our proposal was perfect as it was." She turned her head slightly, and smiled at him. "Most perfect one ever made. And anyway, no chance I'm handing over my ring, buddy."
He chuckled, and bowed his head to catch her lips with his, moving slowly at an awkward angle until she turned around, deepening the kiss, dropping her shoes with a thump. One of his hands landed on the back of her neck, massaging the soft skin, playing with her red locks, as the other ran up and down her left thigh, up to her hipbone, and down again, moving from the silk of her dress to her equally silky skin, and she let out a quiet sigh, diving back on his lips.
She pulled back after a few minutes, giggling, a hand on his chest. "I really don't feel like giving you stories about sex in a lifeguard house that you can use in your next album, mister."
He smirked. "Right, because I don't have other stories I could use, do I? Let's see..." He mockingly scratched his head, and she laughed and pushed him on his chest, and he took the opportunity to sit down in a corner of the balcony, holding out his arms to her. "Fine, fine, no balcony sex." He playfully scoffed. "Come here."
She eyed the floor for a second, and before she could voice her thoughts, he had taken off his jacket and laid it down inside-out for her. "Here you go. Just tell me it's not germs you're worried about."
She giggled, and sat down, nestling against his shoulder. "No, silly. This is my new favorite dress, and these woodboards are humid and kinda gross."
"So the perfect place for my Dolce jacket, I suppose."
"I guess not, but you're so nice that you don't mind, right?" Her right hand cupped his cheek as she batted her eyelashes, and he burst into laughter. "God, one look of those eyes and I could hand you over a kidney." He circled her waist and pulled her in between his legs, her back against his chest, her head on his left shoulder.
He sighed. "Hey. I'm really sorry for being all over the place lately. My schedule is so crazy right now, sometimes I find myself wondering, for whom am I doing all this? Sleeping four hours per night, hardly finding time for you..."
She took his hand. "You're doing this because that's what you're born to do. And you could never be happy if you gave up on your passion..." Her head turned a little and she kissed his jaw. "That's one of the things I love the most about you, Matty. You could never stop being so passionate... about everything in your life..."
She twisted in his arms, so she was facing him, her eyes wide with excitement, the moonlight casting a ray on her face, and he cupped her face in his hands. "My God, you're so beautiful. I love you, midget." She giggled. "You dummy. I love you too."
He kissed her softly, moving his lips from her mouth to the tip of her nose, to her cheekbones, and he whispered in her ear. "I think we should start planning for the wedding..." She nodded, her heart beating much faster at the thought. "Get me involved, please? I want to help."
She grinned. "Of course."
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"...so." She flipped through the papers on her desk, her gaze a little unfocused.
"So." He smiled. "I'm free for at least half an hour. Talk to me."
"I was thinking. New York? Los Angeles?"
He looked at her with an amused look. "Yes, they are cities. Is this a trivia game?"
She laughed and slapped his arm. "Yes, exactly. Moron. I was thinking about our wedding... remember? September 3rd?"
"Oh, crap. I think I have plans that day." He grinned a devilish smile, and leaned down to kiss her hair, circling her shoulders from behind as she laughed and leaned back on him. "Oh, shut up."
He chuckled. "I'm sorry. What about New York and LA?"
"You always say New York is home to you, right? So maybe we should get married there?"
He spun her chair around, a soft look on his face. "Are you serious?" She nodded, and he laughed, taking her hands. "Oh my God I love this idea!" His eyes searched hers for a moment. "Are you sure though? New York isn't really your home... I'm completely happy with LA. Or Grundy, too. Actually, shouldn't it be the bride's hometown?"
Her eyes widened, and in that second he understood he had talked too much. "Umh... no, no, I don't want it to be Grundy." She looked down at her lap for a second, and swallowed. "I would love to get married in New York. I know how much it means to you. And once I become your wife, I'm gonna be following you over there a whole lot I guess..." She cupped his face in her hands. "I'm sure about this, sweetie. Organization is going to be a bit trickier from here but that's what wedding planners are for, right? And we agreed on a small wedding, right? Just the people closest to us."
He leaned closer, and brushed his lips on hers, softly. "I love you. And I can't wait to marry you."
She pulled him down, and he hid his face in her neck, laying pecks on her soft skin. "I think I'll come to New York when you guys shoot the finale, and I'll try to get a few names of wedding planners before that."
"Sounds good." He grinned. "Let me help a bit, okay? I know as a guy I'm genetically programmed to be a mess at this stuff but I want to."
"Of course. You have to help me, mister." She got up, and took his hand. "I think our break is over. Dance rehearsals, right?"
"Right." He got up and circled her waist. "We need to get that running around in circles down by this afternoon."
She burst into laughter. "Hey! It's not that easy with heels and stuff. I don't wanna mess up."
"So is that why you made me run around the kitchen table last night? Wait, are we supposed to be naked in the scene too?"
She spun around in his arms and hit him on the chest, giggling. "Shut your mouth!" He spotted a light blush creeping on her cheeks, and kissed her there.
She opened her trailer door into the sunlit day, grinning. "Come on, Butt Chin. Let's go."
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"Okay guys, one more time." Zach moved closer to get a clearer look of rehearsals in front of the stage. They were supposed to start shooting the musical number after the lunch break, and had been rehearsing it for more than two hours.
They all reached their positions, and the music started again. She approached Matthew towards the ending, and they clasped their hands and ran onstage, running in circles with the kids and throwing their sweaters away to show off their t-shirts. They had laughed at her 'OCD' writing, Matt joking that they were giving him permission to stare directly at her chest during a scene.
They rehearsed the scene multiple times, before getting a break for a change in the lights; before she could even go grab her water bottle, though, she was called to shoot a behind-the-scenes video for the episode.
"I was constantly teased about being a ginger, it's a hard road, if you're a ginger child." She smiled, thinking of the teasing her siblings subjected her to, the youngest in the family and the only redhead. "And Matt always tells me a ginger will never be the leader of a cool gang... but also never a dictator, which is a good thing, right?" Laughing, she smoothly switched the subject to the dance number, thinking it wiser not to dwell on personal matters.
She joined the rest of the cast back for lunch a few minutes later, watching with amusement as Harry and Heather dove into an impromptu dance to whatever music was playing in the background. They were a crazy cast, and she enjoyed every minute of it.
As they were walking back to the stage her phone rang: her publicist/assistant/friend had gotten her message and was now calling with a list of NYC-based wedding planners. "My God you're so efficient!"
As she was talking, she moved towards the first row of seats in the theater, and sat down in one, completely enthralled by her conversation, and so excited to be talking about wedding plans with her friend. He came up after her, and leaned his shoulders on the edge of the stage, staring at her as she talked and laughed on the phone, completely oblivious to the world outside, her features hopeful and so happy, her eyes shining.
The PA had to call him twice to get his attention, and he was shuffled to film his segment of the behind-the-scenes video.
"And for me, for my character, it's... actually, I'll show it to you, I'm wearing it right now." He opened the zipper of his sweater. "It's my butt chin!" He poked at his chin dimple, walking closer to the camera. "Do I have a butt chin? Come on? I do??" He burst into laughter and sat back down.
The producer asked about Will and Emma. "Great, great stuff going on with Will and Emma right now, very exciting."
"So how is it to work in a scene with Jayma?"
He smiled, unable to hide his grin. "It's great. She's the one I have the most scenes with, after Jane, and it's just great."
His smile grew wider, as the thought of his fiancèe invaded his mind. "We actually call her Jaymamazing, because... I don't think I've ever seen her without a smile on her face." Except for when she's mad at me, at least. "She's one of those people that just light up a room when she walks in." His hands clasped together in his lap, as he tried to contain his gushings. "I love doing my scenes with her, because she gives me so much..."
The producer smirked as he noticed the lovestruck expression on Matt's face, as he continued, oblivious to the other man's thoughts.
"Every time I look at her eyes, I just..." he thought back to their night on the beach, to that morning as she had kissed him awake, to just five minutes before, as he watched her talk excitedly on the phone. "I melt. She's got those big, old Bambi eyes, and they just get me every time." He smiled to himself, and added, as an afterthought. "I've already told her, all of our kids must have her eyes, no other chance." A warning went off in his head, and he chuckled nervously. "Okay we're gonna have to cut that last sentence, please."
He sat there for a couple more minutes, talking about their dance number and the "Born This Way" episode, before he was free to go, and he walked down the auditorium two steps at a time, looking for her, feeling he might burst if he didn't just see her right at that moment. He finally spotted her on stage, chatting with Dianna and one of the PAs. He crept up behind her and suddenly circled her waist, kissing her neck over and over.
She laughed. "Matty! What's going on?"
He flashed his friends one of his lopsided smiles, and excused them, dragging her behind the stage, where he kissed her thoroughly, until they were both out of breath.
She smiled, and whispered on his lips. "What was that for?"
"I've just spent five minutes talking about how beatiful it is to shoot scenes with you." He pecked her lips. "And as I was talking, my mind just went, forget about the show, you're gonna be spending your life with her." His hands rode up to cup her face. "I just really really wanted to kiss you."
She smiled and leaned closer to kiss him once more, and when they parted, he noticed a few tears pooling in her eyes, and kissed her forehead sweetly.
"We might only have a problem here..."
She tilted her head in question. "What?"
"If our kids end up with your eyes, as I hope and want..." Her breath hitched as she noticed the certainty in his tone, as if it was only a matter of time until he would be singing to her belly. "...and you teach them that Bambi expression you do... I don't think I'll ever be able to say no to any of you. Ever."
She laughed, and pulled his bowed head to the crook of her neck, her hands running in his curls, her lips laying gently on his earshell. "I'll teach them all of my tricks..." She giggled as she heard his soft whimper. "You're in trouble, sweetie."
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Okay first of all: I am so sorry for the lack of updates. I'm going through the busiest time I've ever experienced in my life and the free time I have is too little to do anything other than try and relax a bit.
Second, I have no idea if any of you are still reading or lost hope on a new update, but if you did read this one, I'd really love to hear your thoughts, since it's been a while since I last wrote this. :)
Author: emmaschuester
Pairing/Characters: Jayma Mays/Matthew Morrison
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Harmless fun, no offence intended. Pure work of fiction.
Spoilers: To episode 2x18 - "Born This Way".
Summary/Author's Notes: new chapter! Enjoy.
"You haven't told me what's the occasion yet." She sat down in the chair he was holding for her, her black dress riding up higher on her thighs, and he did a double take before reaching his own seat on the other side of the small round table.
"Has there got to be an occasion to go out for dinner together?" He smiled, and took her hand. "I missed you."
She entwined her fingers with his. "I missed you too, baby."
"I'm sorry I woke you the other day." He had been forced to a 4am wake up call for a satellite press tour, and even if he had tried to be as quiet as possible, she had rolled over in her sleep, and, finding an empty space, had woken up.
"Aw, don't worry. It's just my needy self. I didn't feel you there, I have abandonment issues, you know." She smiled, cheekily, and he chuckled. "Well we can't have that, can we?" He took her hand to his lips, and kissed it a few times.
They were interrupted in their own private world by a waiter, who brought them menus and a wine list, and left after writing down their drinks orders.
His hand automatically found hers again. "I feel like I haven't been the best of boyfriends lately."
She tilted her head to the right, feeling flirty. "Why do you say so? I recall cuddles... laughs... late-night talks..." Her foot slowly ran up his calf. "...great sex..."
He tensed immediately, and released a nervous chuckle. "Yeah. Only, I try and squeeze all of that in the little time I get to spend with you."
She noticed his tense frame, his shoulders bracing themselves as if he was expecting a blow, and took pity on him, releasing his leg, amused in the breath of relief he exhaled softly. She loved the effect she could have on him, every single time.
He took a menu. "So, shall we order?" They were in their favorite Italian, both agreeing they could skip their eating regimen for one night and indulge in some carbohydrates, and he was now hungrily scouring the list.
She playfully nudged him. "Try and pick well because I wanna go halfsies."
He narrowed his eyes. "Hm, and who tells you I want that too?"
She pouted, her huge eyes bearing an irresistible sad expression. "Come on, be nice to me."
He stared at her eyes for a long moment, a sly grin on his face, unable to look away, and then shook his head, as if to wake himself up, and scoffed mockingly. "As if I could ever say no to you..." He lowered his menu. "Come on, missy, give me your top-three picks and I'll see what I can do."
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They walked out of the restaurant about an hour and a half later, slightly tipsy from the bottle of red wine they had downed. She turned right, to walk to his car, but he gently grabbed her forearm to spin her around, hinting to the sky. "It's such a beautiful night... and there's a completely deserted beach right down that street." He held out his hand. "Walk with me?"
She nodded, grinning, and gladly changed the direction of her steps to match his. They reached the beach in only a few minutes, and when she felt her heels sinking in the sand, she reached down and took off her Louboutin pumps.
He smirked. "Where did you go? Jay?" His head bowed down. "Oh, there you are. Midget."
"Hey!!" She slapped his bicep, quite forcefully, and he yelped. "Now don't come tell me that hurt those things, mister." She gestured to his arms. "They're bigger than my thighs together."
He suddenly ducked and grabbed her behind her knees, lifting her up against him. "They're good to do this, yeah." He started running towards the edge of the water, laughing. "And they're good to throw you in the waves..."
It was nice and warm, a beautiful night in LA, but not warm enough for her to feel like dipping in the ocean, and she screamed and punched his back, though very lightly this time. "Matt! MATT!! Let me down! Come on, this dress is dry-cleaning only!!"
He burst into even louder laughter, and ran up until the very edge of the foreshore, stopping dead in his tracks an inch before his feet could start getting soaked. "Scared?"
She giggled, a little exhilarated, and instead of answering wrapped her arms around his neck, her shoes still in her hand, kissing him softly. He slowly slid her down along his body, until she was at level with his face, still supporting her tiny frame in his arms. When they parted, she wiggled a little, until he let her down, backing a few steps so she wouldn't land in the water.
She held out her hand. "So, about that walk? Can I trust you not to throw me in the ocean?"
He chuckled. "Yes, you can. Just hang on a minute." He crouched down, and slid off his shoes and socks, rolling up his dress pants a little. "This is much better." He got up, a wide smile on his face, and took her hand.
They walked for a long time, enjoying the empty beach, away from the street noises and crowds, their silence comfortable and welcome, as he held her tight with his free arm, laying his lips on her hair repeatedly.
Their stroll came to a halt when he spotted a small wooden lifeguard stand, empty as the rest of the area, and guided her towards it.
She looked at him curiously, as he freed his hand and jogged up to the small house. "Matt?" He had tried to open the door, which was locked, and was now eyeing the open staircase leading to a little balcony. He held out his hand. "Shall we?"
She looked at him, a bit shocked. "Isn't this like... private property?"
He just nodded slowly, a wicked grin on his face, his open hand impatiently in front of her, and after a short consideration she took it, her uncertainty clear in her expression. He led her up the few steps, and she walked to the railing, surveying the beautiful scenery in front of them, as he took his place behind her, his hands landing just beside hers on the wood, his lips grazing the skin behind her ear.
She sighed. "This is so beautiful."
"I know." He kissed her earlobe. "It'd be a perfect place for a proposal, would you mind handing me over the ring for a second?"
She giggled, and moved her fisted left hand to her chest, as if to protect her ring. "Our proposal was perfect as it was." She turned her head slightly, and smiled at him. "Most perfect one ever made. And anyway, no chance I'm handing over my ring, buddy."
He chuckled, and bowed his head to catch her lips with his, moving slowly at an awkward angle until she turned around, deepening the kiss, dropping her shoes with a thump. One of his hands landed on the back of her neck, massaging the soft skin, playing with her red locks, as the other ran up and down her left thigh, up to her hipbone, and down again, moving from the silk of her dress to her equally silky skin, and she let out a quiet sigh, diving back on his lips.
She pulled back after a few minutes, giggling, a hand on his chest. "I really don't feel like giving you stories about sex in a lifeguard house that you can use in your next album, mister."
He smirked. "Right, because I don't have other stories I could use, do I? Let's see..." He mockingly scratched his head, and she laughed and pushed him on his chest, and he took the opportunity to sit down in a corner of the balcony, holding out his arms to her. "Fine, fine, no balcony sex." He playfully scoffed. "Come here."
She eyed the floor for a second, and before she could voice her thoughts, he had taken off his jacket and laid it down inside-out for her. "Here you go. Just tell me it's not germs you're worried about."
She giggled, and sat down, nestling against his shoulder. "No, silly. This is my new favorite dress, and these woodboards are humid and kinda gross."
"So the perfect place for my Dolce jacket, I suppose."
"I guess not, but you're so nice that you don't mind, right?" Her right hand cupped his cheek as she batted her eyelashes, and he burst into laughter. "God, one look of those eyes and I could hand you over a kidney." He circled her waist and pulled her in between his legs, her back against his chest, her head on his left shoulder.
He sighed. "Hey. I'm really sorry for being all over the place lately. My schedule is so crazy right now, sometimes I find myself wondering, for whom am I doing all this? Sleeping four hours per night, hardly finding time for you..."
She took his hand. "You're doing this because that's what you're born to do. And you could never be happy if you gave up on your passion..." Her head turned a little and she kissed his jaw. "That's one of the things I love the most about you, Matty. You could never stop being so passionate... about everything in your life..."
She twisted in his arms, so she was facing him, her eyes wide with excitement, the moonlight casting a ray on her face, and he cupped her face in his hands. "My God, you're so beautiful. I love you, midget." She giggled. "You dummy. I love you too."
He kissed her softly, moving his lips from her mouth to the tip of her nose, to her cheekbones, and he whispered in her ear. "I think we should start planning for the wedding..." She nodded, her heart beating much faster at the thought. "Get me involved, please? I want to help."
She grinned. "Of course."
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"...so." She flipped through the papers on her desk, her gaze a little unfocused.
"So." He smiled. "I'm free for at least half an hour. Talk to me."
"I was thinking. New York? Los Angeles?"
He looked at her with an amused look. "Yes, they are cities. Is this a trivia game?"
She laughed and slapped his arm. "Yes, exactly. Moron. I was thinking about our wedding... remember? September 3rd?"
"Oh, crap. I think I have plans that day." He grinned a devilish smile, and leaned down to kiss her hair, circling her shoulders from behind as she laughed and leaned back on him. "Oh, shut up."
He chuckled. "I'm sorry. What about New York and LA?"
"You always say New York is home to you, right? So maybe we should get married there?"
He spun her chair around, a soft look on his face. "Are you serious?" She nodded, and he laughed, taking her hands. "Oh my God I love this idea!" His eyes searched hers for a moment. "Are you sure though? New York isn't really your home... I'm completely happy with LA. Or Grundy, too. Actually, shouldn't it be the bride's hometown?"
Her eyes widened, and in that second he understood he had talked too much. "Umh... no, no, I don't want it to be Grundy." She looked down at her lap for a second, and swallowed. "I would love to get married in New York. I know how much it means to you. And once I become your wife, I'm gonna be following you over there a whole lot I guess..." She cupped his face in her hands. "I'm sure about this, sweetie. Organization is going to be a bit trickier from here but that's what wedding planners are for, right? And we agreed on a small wedding, right? Just the people closest to us."
He leaned closer, and brushed his lips on hers, softly. "I love you. And I can't wait to marry you."
She pulled him down, and he hid his face in her neck, laying pecks on her soft skin. "I think I'll come to New York when you guys shoot the finale, and I'll try to get a few names of wedding planners before that."
"Sounds good." He grinned. "Let me help a bit, okay? I know as a guy I'm genetically programmed to be a mess at this stuff but I want to."
"Of course. You have to help me, mister." She got up, and took his hand. "I think our break is over. Dance rehearsals, right?"
"Right." He got up and circled her waist. "We need to get that running around in circles down by this afternoon."
She burst into laughter. "Hey! It's not that easy with heels and stuff. I don't wanna mess up."
"So is that why you made me run around the kitchen table last night? Wait, are we supposed to be naked in the scene too?"
She spun around in his arms and hit him on the chest, giggling. "Shut your mouth!" He spotted a light blush creeping on her cheeks, and kissed her there.
She opened her trailer door into the sunlit day, grinning. "Come on, Butt Chin. Let's go."
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"Okay guys, one more time." Zach moved closer to get a clearer look of rehearsals in front of the stage. They were supposed to start shooting the musical number after the lunch break, and had been rehearsing it for more than two hours.
They all reached their positions, and the music started again. She approached Matthew towards the ending, and they clasped their hands and ran onstage, running in circles with the kids and throwing their sweaters away to show off their t-shirts. They had laughed at her 'OCD' writing, Matt joking that they were giving him permission to stare directly at her chest during a scene.
They rehearsed the scene multiple times, before getting a break for a change in the lights; before she could even go grab her water bottle, though, she was called to shoot a behind-the-scenes video for the episode.
"I was constantly teased about being a ginger, it's a hard road, if you're a ginger child." She smiled, thinking of the teasing her siblings subjected her to, the youngest in the family and the only redhead. "And Matt always tells me a ginger will never be the leader of a cool gang... but also never a dictator, which is a good thing, right?" Laughing, she smoothly switched the subject to the dance number, thinking it wiser not to dwell on personal matters.
She joined the rest of the cast back for lunch a few minutes later, watching with amusement as Harry and Heather dove into an impromptu dance to whatever music was playing in the background. They were a crazy cast, and she enjoyed every minute of it.
As they were walking back to the stage her phone rang: her publicist/assistant/friend had gotten her message and was now calling with a list of NYC-based wedding planners. "My God you're so efficient!"
As she was talking, she moved towards the first row of seats in the theater, and sat down in one, completely enthralled by her conversation, and so excited to be talking about wedding plans with her friend. He came up after her, and leaned his shoulders on the edge of the stage, staring at her as she talked and laughed on the phone, completely oblivious to the world outside, her features hopeful and so happy, her eyes shining.
The PA had to call him twice to get his attention, and he was shuffled to film his segment of the behind-the-scenes video.
"And for me, for my character, it's... actually, I'll show it to you, I'm wearing it right now." He opened the zipper of his sweater. "It's my butt chin!" He poked at his chin dimple, walking closer to the camera. "Do I have a butt chin? Come on? I do??" He burst into laughter and sat back down.
The producer asked about Will and Emma. "Great, great stuff going on with Will and Emma right now, very exciting."
"So how is it to work in a scene with Jayma?"
He smiled, unable to hide his grin. "It's great. She's the one I have the most scenes with, after Jane, and it's just great."
His smile grew wider, as the thought of his fiancèe invaded his mind. "We actually call her Jaymamazing, because... I don't think I've ever seen her without a smile on her face." Except for when she's mad at me, at least. "She's one of those people that just light up a room when she walks in." His hands clasped together in his lap, as he tried to contain his gushings. "I love doing my scenes with her, because she gives me so much..."
The producer smirked as he noticed the lovestruck expression on Matt's face, as he continued, oblivious to the other man's thoughts.
"Every time I look at her eyes, I just..." he thought back to their night on the beach, to that morning as she had kissed him awake, to just five minutes before, as he watched her talk excitedly on the phone. "I melt. She's got those big, old Bambi eyes, and they just get me every time." He smiled to himself, and added, as an afterthought. "I've already told her, all of our kids must have her eyes, no other chance." A warning went off in his head, and he chuckled nervously. "Okay we're gonna have to cut that last sentence, please."
He sat there for a couple more minutes, talking about their dance number and the "Born This Way" episode, before he was free to go, and he walked down the auditorium two steps at a time, looking for her, feeling he might burst if he didn't just see her right at that moment. He finally spotted her on stage, chatting with Dianna and one of the PAs. He crept up behind her and suddenly circled her waist, kissing her neck over and over.
She laughed. "Matty! What's going on?"
He flashed his friends one of his lopsided smiles, and excused them, dragging her behind the stage, where he kissed her thoroughly, until they were both out of breath.
She smiled, and whispered on his lips. "What was that for?"
"I've just spent five minutes talking about how beatiful it is to shoot scenes with you." He pecked her lips. "And as I was talking, my mind just went, forget about the show, you're gonna be spending your life with her." His hands rode up to cup her face. "I just really really wanted to kiss you."
She smiled and leaned closer to kiss him once more, and when they parted, he noticed a few tears pooling in her eyes, and kissed her forehead sweetly.
"We might only have a problem here..."
She tilted her head in question. "What?"
"If our kids end up with your eyes, as I hope and want..." Her breath hitched as she noticed the certainty in his tone, as if it was only a matter of time until he would be singing to her belly. "...and you teach them that Bambi expression you do... I don't think I'll ever be able to say no to any of you. Ever."
She laughed, and pulled his bowed head to the crook of her neck, her hands running in his curls, her lips laying gently on his earshell. "I'll teach them all of my tricks..." She giggled as she heard his soft whimper. "You're in trouble, sweetie."
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Okay first of all: I am so sorry for the lack of updates. I'm going through the busiest time I've ever experienced in my life and the free time I have is too little to do anything other than try and relax a bit.
Second, I have no idea if any of you are still reading or lost hope on a new update, but if you did read this one, I'd really love to hear your thoughts, since it's been a while since I last wrote this. :)