* 𝓯𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 ,

— it's on purpose. it wouldn't be so bad to mark her. )

( boy was she making it a challenge to stay calm and collected, or even merely focused. ) I am an . . . impulsive man, Claire. all the goodness in me depends on you and it hangs by a thread when you speak like that. ( his fingers might be digging into her skin, maybe —

( the mention of something so preposterous brought him to pull her to him possessively, keeping her firmly in place at his side. ) absolutely not. you're not getting rid of me so easy, 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦. ( her name rolls off his tongue, thick Rs and wet sounds. )

( he eventually parts to breathe, even if he really didn't want to. he's panting like a madman, flushed down his neck, mouth shiny with saliva and swollen. ) you are gonna kill me, beauchamp. and I will happily let you.

( it had been there, but it was highly inappropriate for co-workers. and besides, there was no way she liked him. not like it matters at present as he kisses her with all his might, his chest pressed flush to hers. a light moan floats in between them. )

( script my ass, he's been restraining himself for literal months! so now he's getting a kiss and he's making it last, his tongue playfully teasing hers as he tilts her head backwards for better positioning, the other hand low on her hip. )

( oh, absolutely fucking not. she's not gonna tease him like that and just come out unscathed. he grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her by it before kissing her properly and rather hotly. )

( he's practically immobile now, his heart hammering in his chest so loud he can hear it echo in his ears. he tilts his head to the side, eyes half closed. ) you . . . hm. ( he really can't breathe. )

( his mouth falls open softly, his tongue wetting his lips as he tries to form complete sounds. ) is . . . is that so, beauchamp? ( looking at her like one looks at a slice of cake. )

( he's practically not breathing, and yet the happiest man alive. ) you're lucky the walls are stuck to the ground, otherwise they would be drawn to you as well. not a hard thing to be, that's what i mean. ( biting on his lower lip as he smiles. )

mediocre at best, you of all people would know. ( hands on her hips, pulling her in close and personal. )

( chewing on his lower lip, playing coy for a minute before pulling her into him with a chuckle. ) cheery much?

( swallowing thickly. )

( he chuckles, looking at her through his lashes with a small, complicit smile. ) us? professional? when has that ever happened? ( a gentle shake of his head. ) besides, we need to figure out the mechanics of a sex scene, so that's not professional to begin with.

( he's sprawled onto a small couch as he follows her get into the room with his gaze, a gentle smile on his face. ) good morning to you, diva. got your order and it's still hot. ( he points to the cup on the table. ) come sit next to me, will you?

( two cups of coffee and two scripts in hand as he waits for @FORBlDDENFRUJT to join him. if they don't rehearse this, this week's scenes are gonna be rough. )

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— than he did at present. )

— screen. ) In fact, I think we better go back to rehearsing pretty soon guys. ( he needed to deflect quickly. ) we also have a bag of sushi waiting for us and I'm starving, aren't you, C? ( he played friendly, or so he hoped, but he'd never wished to kiss her more —