Fic: Why Ya Wanna 2/??
Bret wakes to the bleating of her alarm and an ache behind her eyes, and then it hits her…. The near hook up with Christian the night before.
"Joy!" she shouts getting out of bed. She journey's to the kitchen where her friends are eating Lucky Charms and looking way too chipper for that hour of the morning.
"Yes ." she replies smirking as she hands Maria dried cereal.
"Please tell me I didn't…" Bret whines.
"Mornin' sunshine." Jensen greets he as goes to get something from the fridge. "Didn't what?" he asked.
"Almost screw Christian last night and yes you did." Bethany Joy replies.
Jensen turns from the fridge momentarily shocked then smiles. "D, you owe me 25 bucks it was a near miss." He shouts.
"Where is Neels anyway?" Bret asks sitting on the bar stool and sporting a hung over scowl
"Bathroom." Jensen uncaps a beer and slides it across the island to her.
Bret buries her head in her arms on the counter. "Why did I do that?" she says the words muffled. Danneel walks in and sits on the stool next to her.
"Do what?" she asks happily.
"Drink that it'll help." Jensen said to Bret pointing to the beer.
"I almost fucked Christian try and keep up." She swigged beer.
"I miss everything." Danneel whined
"I know why you did it. He's hot." Joy replies.
"I can see the appeal." Jensen points out. "In a totally straight man objective kinda way." He adds.
Danneel shrugs. "You just wanted too." Bret groans. "And there's nothing wrong with that." Danneel finished.
"So Miss Joy you seemed to be enjoying your time with Steve last night fill us." Bret stole a piece of buttered toast off Jensen's plate. Effectively changing the subject.
"Toast stealing whore." He complained Bret just grinned then laughed when Danneel stole his last piece.
"Mean." He whined stealing Bret's beer and the cereal box he left.
"Do tell Jo." Danneel prompted nibbling on bread.
"There were total fuck me eyes going on I saw." Bret bit into her toast
"There was not!" Came the indignant reply.
-/-/-/-
Bret was altering a pair of jeans for Sophia when her phone rang.
She looked at the ID before answering and her best friend grinned up at her.
"Hey Piper."
"Hey chick you sound tired."
"I'm fine just end of show run down is all it is. How are you?" She tucked the phone between her shoulder and ear and held the pants up eyeing them.
"Good other than Brighton being sick that's why I'm calling can you take one of my styling jobs? A music video."
"Sure who is it?"
"Christian Kane… please don't scream."
"Damn it Pipes…" she said softly.
"I know, I'd do it really I would but-"
"I said I'd do it and I will but how the fuck am I supposed to get over him if you all keep throwing him in my path…and the worst part? He seems to enjoy toying with me." She griped tossing the jeans to the floor. She got up and walked over to the window looking out into the beach of Wilmington. The water deep blue and glistening in the sun.
"Maybe…I don't know B, maybe you're not meant to get over him."
"Listen Pipes, I- you're the only one who knows or even bothered to notice-" she chewed her bottom lip.
"That you fell in love with him. I figured. I won't say anything you know that."
"I gotta finish these pants kiss my bright man for me. I love you."
"Will do I love you too."
She hung up and dialed Christian's number.
"Hey," He answered. She counted the seconds between wave sets trying to ignore the feelings his voice set off inside her. Nine seconds and guts still twisted up anyway. She took a breath and pushed it all away.
"Hey its Bret…"
"I know, good to hear from you." There's a girl talking on Christian's end of the line. Soft Spanish tinged words that get under her skin before she can stop them.
"Listen I won't keep you from…whatever just answer red or blue?" She gave him a choice.
"You aren't keeping me Bret… hang on just a second Sof…"
"Look I'm styling Whiskey In mind for Piper her kid is sick so unless you want a different stylist or to wear tye dye and MC Hammer pants you'll answer blue or red?"
"You wouldn't."
"Oh try me honey." She cocked her head to the side speculatively.
"Red." He stated.
"Thanks. I know you're general state of dress and a black dress for the chick is easy."
" Have fun with Juanita. "She teased before she could stop herself.
"Her name is Sofia and we're just colleagues."
"I was your colleague and I believe we screwed on like eight out of ten sets so…not buying it."
-/-/-/-
She stands in the lot a moment to get her bearings . She shifts the garment and sewing kit to the other hand looks for anyone she knows. She's not actively looking for him but that's who her eyes land on anyway. He's talking to Ryan's Kane's drummer near the craft services table.
"Hey." she calls and he turns.
He turns at the `sound of her voice and the tinge of Texas he hears in the word. She's always sounded like home to his ear.
He stands still and just takes her in. He starts at her face and other than a melon red lip gloss she doesn't seem to be wearing any make up. Her hair is down again but not curled it just lays on her shoulders in its natural state.
She's wearing mirrored aviator sunglasses. He wants to see her eyes.
A plain black tank top and tightly fitted faded blue jeans.
Red peep toe heels. The robin's egg blue toe nail polish makes him smile.
Bret confuses him. She's simple and extravagant down home and yet uptown. He'd always liked it.
Even when she's trying to be plain she can't. His smile widens she looks really hot. He'd tell her too but she just might slap him considering how they left things.
"Stop gawking at her and give the girl a hand with her bags." Ryan states.
"I'm not-"
"You're gawking trust me. Now go say Hi." And Ryan walks off.
He walks toward her and she slides her shades down and peers over the top of them at him.
Can you direct me to the wardrobe department?" she asks giving him a soft smile which he returns, that's the first thing she'd said to him when they met.
"Yes ma'am I think can." His fingertips brush against her palm as he takes her things.
"What is all this?" he looks over at her as she falls into step beside him.
"Shirts, jeans, accessories a dress for your leading lady and my kit."
They weave through lighting sets trailers and masses of people.
"Mister big shot…" She grins and he shrugs.
"It's nice but really I just wanna play."
"I know." They finally reach the trailer and he lets her go in first.
-/-/-/-
Steve saw them go into the trailer stopping short to make sure he isn't imagining it. Then he pulls out his phone and shoots off a text.
Steve: Is it just my imagination or did I just see Bret?
Joy: Oh so that's where she went, she mentioned doing her friend a favor. How do you know she's there?"
Steve: Just caught Kane checking out her ass as they went by.
-/-/-/-
"I can take the back up a little if you'd like Miss Pernas."Bret said pinning a bit of the black reflective silk into place at her waist. The black backless halter dress with a slit clean up one side was lined in blood red silk on the inside. It was tight fitting and verging on slutty.
"It's lovely in a very sexy way, who's it by?"
A shadow darkens her door. "It's Black Dahlia my personal line. " She answers
Chris your first look is behind the screen. You shouldn't need any adjustments, I remember your measurements." She says around the pins her mouth not bothering to look up at him.
"All business huh?" he grinned crookedly at her. "Hey Sofia…" he adds coming in
Great she'd dressed his new girlfriend like sex on a stick for him. She sighed tiredly. It just doesn't pay to be nice. Piper will pay.
-/-/-/-
When she has to stand in dingy bar and watch them make out she's ready to harm someone.
Steve comes over next to her. "This totally doesn't count he's acting…."
"Nope he's not acting he's enjoying himself." She tries not to let it show how much she hates this. When Sofia straddles his lap on the bar stool it sets her teeth on edge.
"He is not!" Steve says sounding somewhere between placating and amused and she knows her pain and dislike is evident on her face.
"Oh he is, he has a tell. See how he's stroking her cheek there? That's a touch reserved for the real thing."
When he squeezes her thigh it grates on her last nerve. "I hope they fall off the goddamned bar stool." She mutters and stomps off.
"She's just a pretty face."
She turns and faces him. "Really? Then what the hell was I Steve?"
-/-/-/-
"One of the guys dumped a beer over his head at the end of shooting as a joke. So now he's sticky, and his shirt and hair are soaked.
He opens the door to wardrobe praying Bret is still there and has a spare shirt.
She's sitting on the couch reading glasses on so amerced in her book that she doesn't realize she is still wearing a pin cushion on her wrist. It makes him snicker and she looks up.
"Hey what ya reading?"
"Trashy romance novel. What happened to you?" She looks him over and gives him a bemused smile.
"Beer attack. Got spare clothes?"
"Always." She sits her book aside. She gets up unfurling her legs from beneath her and moving to her gear bag.
"Shampoo?"
"I think maybe let me look."
When she turns around spare shirt and soap in hand he's right behind her bare chested and entirely too close. She shoves the shirt and soap at him. Her hand lands on his chest. She can feel the steady rhythm of his heart against her palm.
He lets the items fall between them.
He tilts her chin up and kisses her softly and her breath catches in her lungs. She kisses him back deeper tailing her nails down his sides. He inhales sharply with the action and she nibbles his bottom lip. That sets him off balance. He leans back and looks somewhere between amused and miffed.
She gives him a snicker and kisses him again. Somehow they end up pressed against the sink of the trailer making out. The sink edge digs into her back but she doesn't care at all. He kisses her chin and brushes a curl of hair behind her ear.
When his thumb strokes down her cheek she remembers something and freezes.
"Is she your girlfriend?" she asks voice thick.
"What?" he mumbles pressing a wonky line of kisses along her clavicle.
"That pretty Brazilian you got paid to snog."
"She's Moroccan… and snog?" he laughs
"Like that matters any and I've been watching a lot of BBC America. Bite me."
"I might…"
She shoves him off. "Are you seeing her or not?" he pauses. "Have you fucked her?" again a pause. This time it a little too long and he avoids her eyes.
"You know what? Forget it Christian just forget I even exist and I'll try to forget…" She throws her hands up shaking her head.
"I can't…" He whispered.
"You're going to have to because you can't be like this with me it's not fair. It's not right to look at me like I'm a damn popsicle and its 20,000 degrees outside or to say my name like you'd rather stop breathing before you'd stop talking to me and kissing me like you mean it is cruel and not just to me…"
"Bret-"
"You know what's worst of all Chris?"
"I believed you that night at the bar and all the nights before it. Stupid fucking me." She tries to walk away and he grabs her arm turning her back to face him.
"Bret I meant that…I like you. I want-"
"Decide what you want Christian, take all the time you need. Until then keep your hands off me my name off of your lips and false promises out of your eyes."
She shoved past him and walked out of the trailer. She stomped past Steve who was leaning against the Christian's trailer talking on the phone.
-/-/-/ -
"Oh this is bad Joy."
"How so?"
"That is not the walk of a satisfied woman and whoa that, well it's not Christian's good scowl."
"There's a good one and bad one?" Joy said laughing.
"You forgot your kit Bret. "Christian still shirtless stuck his head out of the trailer door.
Bret kept walking and gave a nonverbal reply.
Steve laughed. "She just flipped him off."
"That's my girl!"
"So, you wanna have dinner sometime? I think I have the perfect sitters for Maria."
"They'll kill us!"
"Nah, there's a fifty-fifty chance they'll have sex on your furniture though."
"Ew, Okay but if Bret hates me after this then…"
"I think that's the first time a woman has ever said ew, before accepting a date with me and Joy…"
"Hm,"
"I'll be your friend no matter what."
AN: I own nothing but Bret, Piper and Brighton! This is strictly for entertainment. I do know Christian Kane or anyone else in this fic. Do not send me hate mail concerning Sofia. I like the woman just fine she just came in handy plot device wise here! Leave me Reviews!