june
production
"I told you to bring them." He says, his buds tucked into his ear as you sit on the step of your trailer. "Did you download your playlists?"
"Yeah but that's no good without my headphones, is it?" You'd left them on the side in your room, thinking you could grab them on the way out but he'd knocked on your door about ten minutes too early and sent you into a panicked rush.
"Well no but I bet you won't forget them tomorrow." He says, lips curling into a smirk as he stands in front of you.
It's coming up to six now, the sun only just appearing whole from behind the horizon. The rays break through a line of clouds that are thick in colours, pastels bleeding into each other as it warms. The world around you was quiet, away from the streams of traffic that would soon appear. In the distance, you can just about hear others talking as they set up for the day.
"Here," Sebastian says, passing you one of his Bluetooth headphones. "I pick the music, though. You don't get a say."
"Thanks." You push it into your ear, it doesn't quite fit but it stays in place without falling.
You go to say something before he opens his mouth slightly, eyebrows high as he waits for your comment. His hair is so fluffy today as you film your scenes in chronological order before he has to shave the sides and trim the top in a week.
"Were you going to say something?" He asks. "Because I can take it back." Sebastian holds his hand out flat in front of you, fingers in line with your eyes.
"I was just going to say it's a bit slow. A bit moody."
"Give it back."
"Okay, I'm sorry, it's good."
"I'm just trying to get into character." He says, skipping to another song.
"Oh, so you have a few different ways then?" You tease, looking up at him through the blur of your lashes as he stands.
"Hmm. Depends."
He's looking down at you now, feet kicking at dust as he tucks his hands into his pockets. He tilts his heads as if he's trying to read your mind.
"Did you get your sides?" He asks suddenly, looking away from you now.
"No, I didn't get anything." You think you know that word, like a mini script. Pages that you'd be filming today, small and handy so you could carry them around and practice. "Should I have sides?"
"Yeah, do you not know what we're filming today?" There's a tone to his voice but you can't quite make it out when his face is serious and unmoving.
"Sebastian, should I have sides? I thought we were filming parts of the flashbacks?"
"Seb. Call me Seb, for fucks sake, Y/N. We are, but do you not have your sides?"
"Sebastian." You stand up now, panicking a little and your palms start to sweat. "They weren't on your list of things to remember." You rush into your caravan, emptying your bag onto the table even though you definitely don't think you were given any.
Sebastian has followed you inside and bursts into a laugh when you turn to him, empty backpack brushing the floor as you bring your hands to your sides.
"I can see how this is going to go." You say. "Okay, gotcha. Game on, Stan." You throw the bag onto the table and it slams.
"No, I think it's all down to us today. An improv kind of deal."
"No script? I thought we were doing the flashbacks?" You ask, thinking the quietness was because of a closed set.
"We are, just not that one." It's his turn to look at you through long lashes, tongue hovering between his teeth.
"Oh."
"Disappointed?"
"Yes." It takes you a second to register what you'd said, as he looked at you with wide eyes. "I mean no! No, I'm not." Your face almost burns. "Fuck. I meant no." His eyes don't move from your face, following you as you move in a panic trying not to touch your hair or makeup.
"It's okay to be disappointed."
"I'm not." But you are.
"I was thinking. We're here all day playing Billy and Hannah."
"Yeah?" You ask, recognising the tone of voice from his room the other night.
"It's just, we haven't kissed. I wouldn't want us to have our first kiss while things are rolling and it takes us by surprise. It wouldn't look natural."
"Right?" You look at him with a smile.
"You're going to make me say it, aren't you?" He bites at his lower lip before he pouts, eyes narrow.
"Yeah, because I'm not sure where this," you wave your arms between the two of you, "is going."
"Hmm, funny. Using my own words against me, good one."
"Hmm, I think so, yeah." You lean against the table behind you, fingers gripping the edges as he steps closer to you.
He lets out a sigh and you watch his chest settle as he stops by your feet.
"Want to practice?" He asks, eyes watching your mouth as you pull your lower lip between your teeth with your tongue. It shines with your spit as he waits for your answer.
"Yeah."
"Hannah and Billy?"
You nod because it's all you can manage, holding your breath as your eyes trail down to his mouth which is just as wet as yours. His fingers trailed along your neck, tightening against your throat as he pulls you stand.
His free hand tickles the hair at the nape of your neck before he clamps his mouth onto yours. It was soft at first, just wet lips. He tasted like alkaline and caffeine, a sour bitterness.
There's music playing in your ear as your hands cup his cheeks, a soundtrack to your kiss with a chorus of your breathing.
It's him that opens his mouth first, his tongue skirting your lips as he begs for entry. Your hands move down towards his hips, digging into skin as you pull him closer to you and he lets out an almost grunt, a gruff pleasure as he draws away for air.
His hand tightens against your neck and your breath stutters against his lips before he kisses you again.
This time he doesn't wait for permission, pushing his tongue into your mouth. When you swipe yours against his, he sucks it between his teeth before clamping down against it. He pulls away to watch you whimper and you feel his mouth curl into a smile before he lets go.
His hand is hovering against your throat as you try to steady your breath, licking at the taste of him on your lips.
"Yeah." You nod between unsteady gasps. "Yeah, I think they'd kiss like that."
"Hmm, me too." He wipes the wetness off his mouth with a finger and you want it in yours.
You see Sebastian adjusting his trousers as he turns towards the door, his breathing much less jagged than yours.
"They'll call us up soon. You should really get yourself together." He turns to flash you a smirk before he leaves.
It's about seven when you get to the set, bits being finalised as you arrive. The director comes over as you stand by the chairs that skirt the scene.
"Right, so, it's pretty easy today. There's some pallets, tools and what have you. Billy and Hannah need to build a wooden sofa, so yeah. That's it really." He says.
"That's it?" Sebastian asks, looking towards the pile of wood in front of the house. "Do you want anything in particular from us?"
"No, no. All yours. Obviously, this is one of their happier moments, which is key. There's food and drinks in the house, so if you get peckish or thirsty it's all in there. We know it won't all go to plan, but we'll move around you. Okay?"
You nod, feeling nervous that it was down to you. No script. No words to be memorised.
"It'll be fun," Sebastian says, nudging you with his shoulder as he notices you blow your cheeks with nerves. "Just pretend they're not here. Just Billy and Hannah, yeah?"
"Yeah."
It's been a couple of hours now and it's been easy enough to block out the crew around you, concentrating on sanding the pallets as Sebastian figures out the layout.
"Han, like this?" He's holding onto the arm of the sofa with a stretched leg, toes pressing against the wood, while his hands hover over the back pallets, making sure they don't fall.
"Yeah, yeah that looks good." You put the sander on the floor and sit down on the pile, leaning back against the ones he's trying to hold. You arch your neck to look up at him and he flashes you a smile.
His lips land on yours and even though you've already kissed it still takes you by surprise. Still leaves you wanting more as he pulls away.
"Comfy?" He asks and you nod with narrow eyes. "Good."
He steps away from the makeshift sofa, the back falling to the floor and your body follows them, crashing against the wood. He leaves you in a cloud of dust as he laughs.
"I'll get you back, B. You fucking wait." A part of you is talking to Sebastian.
When he comes back from the house he's carrying a cooler, a faded blue and covered in scratches but it's filled to the brim with ice and bottles of beer.
He uses a rusted nail from one of the pellets to open a couple of drinks and hands you one. He must have seen your look of confusion when you swallowed a mouthful and realised it wasn't fake as he winked at you with a slight bobbing nod.
You don't know what time it is when the bench is done but the sun is getting low and your head is getting light. The two of you sit on it now, drinking the last of your beer with your head resting on his thigh, looking up towards him.
His skin seems slightly tanned even though you'd been caked in suncream to help with continuity. Your eyes follow his jaw, studying his stubble. He clenches when he swallows and you can just see the tip of his tongue licking at his lips as he savours the last of his drink.
"I could sleep here." You say, suddenly aware of everyone watching you. Cameras tracking.
"Do it then," Sebastian says, looking down at you and stroking your temple. His eyes look heavy, too, and his smile wobbling as if he could doze off.
"Hmm." You bring your hand up to his face, stroking at his cheek. Brushing away sand and flakes of wood. His eyes are so bright still, but you can't remember if you'd noticed their colour before. "Your eyes are so blue."
"Yes. They are. You tired?"
You nod as he shuffles, his hand supporting your head now as he stands. He drops his bottle to the floor before his other arm slips into the crease of your knees. His hand moves towards the nape of your neck before he lifts you up towards his chest. He's as warm as the sun had been and you can hear his heartbeat as you lean into him.
Sebastian carries you towards the house, glancing down at you as your eyes start to close. You're not acting now, you really could sleep. A nest of limbs in his arms.
"Cut!"