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He knows it's going to happen. Knows the way his body responds to her when they hug or even if she sits close to him, their arms brushing. He feels the pull in his groin when she looks at him a certain way, a cheeky grin, or a sly smile. Some days, if he's particularly riled up, all she has to do is stand in the same room as him and it'll get him going. He feels awful about it. She's not his. He has no right to be thinking about her in the way he does.
But he can't help it.
It started from the moment he met her. At first it was just the simple acknowledgement that she was very beautiful. She stood tall with confidence, her golden hair flowing in loose waves around her face. Her green eyes met his and he felt the connection deep in his soul, right down to the very core of his being. It was almost like an electric shock. Or lightning.
Then when she spoke, her voice like honey, it took his breath away. She was intelligent and kind. And so funny. He can't remember the last time he'd laughed so much with someone he'd just met. If ever.
He could feel the attraction he had towards her, but that's nothing new. He'd had that with Jen and Alison, with Kristen. But it was just surface stuff. And besides, he could never be unfaithful to his partner. So even though the pull he felt towards Hannah was like playing tug of war with a whole football team as his opponent, he pushed it away. He was engaged and committed.
Until one day he wasn't. She'd left him. He was heartbroken and struggling. And Hannah was there. Kind, beautiful Hannah could see his pain despite the cheerful mask he'd pulled on over his despair. She would check in on him every day, make sure he was eating, drinking water, getting some fresh air and vitamin D. She wasn't the only one of course. Brendan lived around the corner and would pop in regularly, take him out for a walk around the reservoir with the dog. Or his sisters would FaceTime him from New York. He was grateful for all of their love and support. But Hannah's was different. He'd only known her for such a short period of time and yet she was already so important to him.
That bond only grew stronger when he returned to London to begin filming season two. They would share meals together, take their kids to plays and musicals, play dates in the park. They had such a lovely time together; it was impossible to keep pushing his feelings away.
But it was too soon. He was too recently single. He needed to work on his mental health before he put himself out there again. So, he settled with loving her from afar. Being the best friend he could possibly be when they were together. And when he was alone... He'd finally let his thoughts run wild.
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So that brings him to now. Over a year later. Many more theatre outings, dinners, events, the buzzing of attraction growing louder and louder as the months wore on. They'd been filming season three for what felt like forever but were finally getting close to the end.
This day had been on the schedule for weeks. He knew it was coming and should be more prepared than he was. He tried, but how can one prepare to spend a whole day kissing and simulating sex with the woman he's deeply in love with?
He's woken with a start a half hour before his alarm that morning, his heart pounding, and nerves thrumming through his veins. And a raging erection. There was no point trying to sleep anymore. So, as the sky started to slowly light up with the beginnings of dawn, he takes himself in hand, a sob of relief breaking free from his throat as he grips his cock.
He's given up trying not to think about Hannah when he jerks off. Now, he lets himself picture her gorgeous body in the form fitting clothes they put her in for Rebecca, or the plunging neckline of the dress she wore to a recent event. Her smooth, golden skin. Her full breasts. The stunning curve of her hips.
He stokes himself furiously, his eyes screwed shut and head thrown back with pleasure, groaning her name as his mind continues to supply an endless slideshow of images.
He comes with a strangled moan at the thought of her long legs wrapped around his waist, imagining himself plunging inside her warmth, his seed shooting across his bare chest.
He strokes himself gently as he comes down, shame trying to break through the haze of endorphins flooding his system. He pushes it away. He refuses to feel ashamed for how he feels. He wants her and that's that. His stupid conscience will just have to deal with it.
His alarm breaks him from the floating post-orgasm introspection and forces him up and into the shower. He really hopes this was enough to ward off any reaction from his dick later on in the day.
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It's a closed set for the day, only the essential people allowed in. This is one of the most important scenes in the entire series and it's imperative that they get it right.
The scene isn't too explicit. They'd filmed the build up a few days prior and now all that was left was the physical expression of Ted and Rebecca's love. A desperate kiss at Rebecca's front door, stumbling up the stairs, ripping off clothes as they go before finally falling into bed, the covers pulled up over their hips to keep the censors happy.
They film the journey up the stairs so many times he knows he doesn't have to worry about getting his steps in for the day. They're trying for a single shot from door to bed, but it's complicated and requires a lot of focus. He's very glad for it. Because god, can Hannah kiss.
If it weren't for the complicated shot taking a lot of his attention away from how she feels he doesn't know how he'd survive. She's warm and soft, her mouth delicious when she opens up to him. The kiss is frankly obscene. But it makes sense. Ted and Rebecca are so damn horny for each other.
He has to keep reminding himself that the little noises she's making are Rebecca's. It's Rebecca ripping Ted's shirt off, you idiot, not Hannah. It's Ted's hair she's gripping, not yours. He focuses on the specific movements he has to make in order of get the shot right, the precise placement of his hands as they ascend the stairs. It's like a dance.
They finally get the shot correct all the way up to the bedroom, so they keep going, pulling off the rest of their clothes until they're in their underwear. Ted in some black boxer briefs and Rebecca in a gorgeous (and very intentional) pale pink lingerie set. She looks so beautiful. She lays back in the middle of the bed, her back against the pillows, and beckons him closer.
He goes to her, settling on top of her while pulling the covers over their lower halves, restarting their kiss. The kiss slows down, as is in his script, a slow leisurely slide of mouths together, interspersed with breathy little noises of pleasure. This is Ted and Rebecca’s first time making love and he needs their love for each other to show through their actions.
They’re nearing the point where they’ll fade to black for the credits to roll, he just has to get through the next few minutes and hopefully this take is the one and he can escape without incident.
Luck never really was on his side, though.
His next step is to pull away from their kiss to watch her as she leans up. She reaches back and unclasps her bra, his arm holding him up at her side blocking the audience’s view. As she pulls the bra from her chest, his breath catches in his throat. She was given the option of wearing pasties. But she-
“Oh, god,” he moans, pressing his body back into her and tucking his face into her neck. It’s not in the script, but they go with it. He figures they think he’s just improvising and not totally floored by the sight of Hannah Waddingham’s incredible, very naked, breasts. His traitorous dick twitches in his boxers and that’s when he really notices how they're touching. Their chests are pressed together, her arms holding him tightly, one hand threading her fingers through his hair. It feels lovely and he tries to focus on that, but he can’t. She’s opened her legs at some point and now his cock is pushed right up against her core.
He can feel the heat of her against his dick as it starts to fill, hardening against his will. There’s no way she can’t feel it, now. He’s fully hard in seconds and it’s pressed right against her. He doesn’t know what to do. He really thought his morning wank was going to be enough. This has never happened to him during a love scene before. He should ask to stop the scene, he should-
Hannah lets out happy little sigh, pulling his face back to her’s, forcing him to make eye contact with her. “It’s okay,” she whispers. “I’ve got you, Ted.”
She’s gone off script as well. He can tell from the look in her eye, that wasn’t Rebecca talking to Ted. That was Hannah. She’s okay. He leans down and kisses her again, trying to keep the momentum of the scene going. He hasn’t ruined it yet.
They build the kiss back up for a beat, then Hannah, as is written, has to move her hands down to his hips, pretending to pull his underwear down as he does the same to her. They wiggle around for effect, trying to make it look real before stilling. His heart is trying its hardest to beat right out of his chest as he looks down at her beautiful face.
She’s flushed, her lips parted, and pupils dilated. She looks… affected. As if she’s just as aroused as he his.
He really wishes they were alone. He wants to talk about this with her, find out what she’s feeling, but all they can do is push through the scene. They’re so close.
He reaches between them, simulating lining himself up and pushing inside, thrusting his hips forward to emulate Ted finally penetrating Rebecca. They both gasp. His thrusting motion has pushed his cock even harder against her and he can feel it now. She’s so wet for him. The gusset of her pretty pink panties is soaked through, wetting the front of his boxers. Relief floods his system as they look into each other’s eyes.
“Yeah?” he asks, breathlessly.
“God, yes,” she moans, dragging his mouth back to her’s, their tongues dancing.
This scene wasn’t meant to have any dialogue at all, but he doesn’t care, it’s perfect now.
He grinds his dick into her, his hard shaft dragging over her clit, making her gasp into his mouth. She tightens her legs around him as they continue the motion, tiling her hips up to gain more friction. She feels incredible and he’s not even inside her. Yet, he hopes.
They keep going for maybe another 30 seconds before the director finally calls it. They stop moving and he reluctantly climbs off her, making sure they remain hidden under the covers. He leans back against the headboard, pulling his knees up to his chest for good measure. He can see from the corner of his eye that Hannah has pulled the sheets up higher to maintain her modesty.
“That was… really something else, guys,” the director announces, shaking her head in surprise. “I’ve never seen anything quite like that. Really beautiful work and it looks like we got it!”
They murmur their thanks as the crew file out of the room, some giving them a sidelong glance or an awkward smile. He wonders what that looked like to them...
They’re being handed robes they’re expected to slip on and once the door is shut behind the last person, Hannah is jumping to her feet. “My trailer. Now.”
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Hannah’s trailer slams shut behind them, Jason pressing her up against the door. “Fuck. I need you inside me right now,” she pants into his mouth, pawing desperately at the lapels of his robe.
God, he thought they might talk first, but fuck it. Talking can wait.
Jason steps away from Hannah, shucking his own robe and then his boxers, the front absolutely soaked with a mixture of her wetness and his pre-cum. His cock bounces free finally, eliciting a gasp from Hannah. She slides her own robe off before adding her panties to the pile.
She’s so gorgeous. The most beautiful women he’s ever seen. He feels like the luckiest guy alive.
He reaches his hand out, threading their fingers together before leading her over to the lounge at the back of her trailer. He sits down and she immediately clambers onto his lap, straddling his hips. Before he knows it she’s gripping him at the base and sliding down in one smooth motion, taking him to the hilt.
They groan in unison, pressing their foreheads together, just breathing for a moment. She’s so warm. So tight and wet. She’s already clenching around him, like she’s close to coming from this alone.
She begins a grind, swivelling her hips in circles, keeping him fully inside. He moans her name, wrapping his arms around her back and tucking his face in her neck as she cradles his head tenderly.
They move like waves crashing into the shore, a gentle undulation that has them sighing and humming with pleasure. It’s perfect, but he can tell she’s ready for more, her hips twitching and starting to raise up with every backwards slide. He pulls back to look into her eyes, his hands gripping her hips and lifting her up, his cock sliding almost all the way out before he snaps his hips up, thrusting back inside her.
She cries out with pleasure, her head thrown back. “Yes! Please, just like that, Jason!”
He pulls her to his chest, wrapping his arms securely around her and sliding down lower on the couch cushion. Planting his feet firmly on the floor, he begins a punishing rhythm, plunging his cock deep inside her hard and fast as she praises him, letting him know he’s fucking her just how she wanted. She’s moaning directly into his ear, the sounds sending shockwaves through his body, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
“You feel incredible, Jason,” she cries, gripping his shoulders tightly. He’s getting close to coming, but he’s desperate to get her there first. He flips her over on her back before sliding back inside. This new position allows him to swirl his thumb around her swollen bundle of nerves, making her shout.
“Come for me, baby. Come on my cock,” he says, feeling her clenching impossibly tighter around him. His words send her over the edge, and she comes, her body tenses as her pussy pulses, her mouth open in a silent scream. He keeps fucking her through it, his own orgasm a few thrusts away. He buries himself in her deeply one last time and comes, his seed shooting inside her before collapsing.
He's not sure how long he was floating in another dimension, but as he comes back to earth, he can feel Hannah gently stroking his hair, her lips pressed to his temple. “Welcome back, love,” she says sweetly.
Jason just smiles and captures her lips in a soft kiss. “I’m sorry,” he says, realising he’s resting his whole weight on her. He moves to lift off her, but she holds on tight with a little noise of protest.
“No, please stay,” she says. “I like the feeling.”
“Okay, Han. I can stay,” he replies, settling back down. She sighs contentedly, returning her attention to stroking his hair.
They lay in the quiet for a while, their breathing syncing up. He feels himself starting to drift off when Hannah’s soft voice breaks the silence.
“Jason?” she asks.
He responds with a hum, lifting his head to look at her. He can tell she wants to look away, his gaze intense, but she holds steady.
“Are we in love with each other?”
He’s surprised for a moment, considers asking her if she’s seen a certain film he was in, but decides against it. He nods, a tiny smile gracing his face.
“Yes. I believe we are,” he says.
Hannah returns his shy smile, reaching up to stroke his cheek.
“Good,” she says, pulling him down into a lingering kiss.