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THE FOOL

p. pascal x f!oc

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Summary: Pedro takes every chance he gets to cheer Naela up. After filming an intimate scene, he finally starts to make some progress.

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Warnings: Innacurate portrayal of acting career (idk i’m not an actor) Pedro fluff, lil angst, not edited

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CHAPTER THREE — CIGARETTES AND APPLE JUICE

The next few weeks were hard for Naela. She was in a different country, bound by contract to stay until filming was finished. She felt violated, disrespected, and taken advantage of. And she was disgusted by the fact that no one was angry except for her and Pedro. But what was she supposed to do? Leave and then get sued? Naela had to be honest with herself. She would make this sacrifice, pick herself back up, and get through it. She needed this opportunity. And if she were really honest, she probably would have said yes if she were given all the information at the start. She would be reluctant, sure, but this was all she’d ever wanted.

Pedro was making it bearable. So were the other friends she’d made on the cast so far. Today, however, Naela was sure no one could prepare her for. Episode four, scene 18.

She had to admit, she preferred her outfit for this scene to her usual jeans and fitted t-shirt. PJ shorts and an oversized crew neck was much more her style.

She took her place on the couch, trying to ignore the giant camera placed to the right of the retro TV she was meant to be watching. She took a deep breath as the crew made the final adjustments and Pedro took his pace on the other side of the fake door.

“Okay, everyone’s in there places, good…” Tom was muttering to himself as he checked off his mental list. The flourecent lighting switched off and everyone was left in the warm glow of Lucia’s apartment lighting.

a/n: listen i know this is from season two but just pretend okay

“For this scene, after Javi witnesses Colonel Carrilo kill a child to prove a point to Pablo’s young informants, he finds himself at Lucia’s house after drinking. After countless lingering touches and passionate glances, he gives in to his desire. He needed someone who understood,” Tom read off of the script to help them get into character.

“Alright, everyone.” This was always the most nerve wracking part for Naela. The silence as everyone watched. “Episode four, scene 18, take one…Action!”

Naela took one more deep breath as she shifted in the couch, trying to get comfortable. She half-watched what the crew put on the TV for a few second before she heard her cue.

Knock, knock, knock.

She instantly opened the drawer next to the couch and withdrew her pistol. She kept it tight at her side as she crept up to the door, the camera following her as she did so. She certainly wasn’t expecting anyone at this hour, and frankly, she would be a good target for any of the members of Pablo’s cartel.

She put her eye up to the peephole and sighed, putting the saftey back on her gun. She unlocked all three of the locks on her door and swung it open.

There stood Pedro, looking up at her with a pitiful and defeated look.

“Javi…what are you doing, it’s pouring—“ She didn’t finish before he let himself in. Making himself at home, he started rummaging through her liquor cabinet.

She scoffed, “Go right ahead.” She rolled her eyes and joined him in her kitchen as he poured himself a glass of what was supposed to be liquor, but was really apple juice.

He poured himself a double and downed it in one go, planting his strong hands on her counter as he let his head fall. Naela had a second to take in his outfit, a light blue button up tucked into his tight jeans and chunky holster. She stepped closer, placing a hand on his shoulder as he continued to look down at his feet.

“What happened with the Colonel?” He turned to answer her question, and in that moment, he realized how close they were. Their lips, in particular. He paused for a moment, this was the moment where he chose if he cared about breaking the rules. If she was worth it. And she was.

He connected their lips softly, hesitating at first. He turned his body towards her and snaked one arm around her back, deepening the kiss. He tasted like cigarettes, and, you guessed it, apple juice. He smelled much better, though, like cedar wood and cardamom.

She let herself enjoy it for a moment, then broke away, “No, no, no….we can’t.” She was breathless and her mouth was already puffy. Pedro brought his hand up to cup her cheek, looking into her eyes intensely.

“Don’t pretend I can’t see the way you look at me.” His voice was low, almost like a growl. To her surprise, he slowly sunk to his knees, letting his hands wander as he did so. “We can take away each others pain…let me make you feel good, princesa.” He lifted up the hem of her sweater to pepper kisses along her stomach, his hands resting on her hips.

God, it was so hard to focus. If she had a line, she couldn’t remember what it was. The only thing she could think about was the overwhelming tingling sensation below her stomach. Why did he make her feel this way when she already loved someone else? Sure, he was difficult at times, but she loved him. She’d spent the last three years committed to him and she wasn’t about to let it go to waste.

Regardless, she pulled herself back into character, “J-javi—“

“Please, Lucia…you’re the only one who understands.” She followed his eyes as he straightens his spin to tower over her. His hands found their way back around her waist and she understood why Lucia gave in in that moment. She couldn’t say no. He connected their lips once more, this time more firey than the last. The director let them go on for a few seconds before calling it.

“And cut! I am really liking these one-take scenes you guys are doing. Keep it up!”

All Naela heard was “cut”. She was ripped from her fantasy as Pedro withdrew with his hands still lingering.

“Good job!” She choked out after a few seconds of awkward silence and staring.

“Oh, that was all you, Naela. You killed it.” His hands finally dropped, and she hated to admit she missed their warmth and the magic of the scene as the bright lights came back on. Reality always set back in during these moments, and she was reminded of how much trouble she would be in if Josh were to watch the show.

“Thanks,” was all she could think to say. Over Pedro’s shoulder, she spotted Boyd making kissy faces mockingly at them. “I think Boyd is calling for you.” She teased, pointing behind him. Pedro turned and witnessed Boyd trying to play it off by smoothing his new mustache down with his fingers. Pedro chuckled and shook his head.

“I’ll take care of him. See you around, Naela.” She giggled as he jogged off.

“See you.”

Naela was particularly excited to turn in that night. They had the weekend off to explore Columbia if they wanted, go to the beach, or just sleep in. Naela’s plans, you ask? Stealing food from the buffet and watching the telenovela she was binging.

To prepare for such an event, she took an everything shower, feeling like an entirely new human when she stepped out. Next step was putting on her favorite lotion and pajamas, then heating up her dinner. She was just settling in on her fouton when she heard a knock at her trailer door.

She was hit with a disorienting wave of deja vu, but regardless, she got up to answer. “Pedro?” By that time, the sun had set and the image was entirely too familiar. This time, he had a bottle of wine and two glasses. His usual button up and flared jeans was replaced with a slim-fitting t-shirt and pajama pants. She instinctively bit her lip, she liked the casual look on him. She was still getting used to the haircut and mustache, though.

The feeling she had was entirely different than while filming, though. Realizing he was probably put up to this, she sighed.

“I thought we didn’t need to do this until after we were done filming—“

He shook his head profusely, “No, this is just me, I promise. I just wanted to see how you were doing, considering…” Her expression softened to a smile as she stepped aside. He smiled back at her as he stepped into her trailer, having a look around. He noticed her looking at the wine in his hands.

“I ran to the store after the last scene and got this. Thought we could use something to unwind before the weekend.” He set it down on the counter and staged the glasses next to it.

She nodded “Yeah, of course. Very thoughtful of you.” She didn’t even need the alcohol, she was already blushing and he hadn’t opened it. She watched as he peeled off the wrap and stared at the cork.

“Shit, I didn’t think this through,” he joked as he tried prying it out with his fingers. Naela thought for a moment. Showing him her party trick could either impress him or turn him severely off. She wanted wine, though, so she decided to take her chances.

“Here,” she reached out for the bottle and he oblidged. He watched her, curious to see her solution. Like it was muscle memory, she brought the bottle up to her mouth and bit down on either side of the cork. It didn’t take much effort to slide it out.

“A woman after my own heart,” Pedro mused, taking the bottle back as she placed the cork on the counter.

She chuckled, “My brother taught me that.”

“Really?” He laughed. “Well, thank you, Sebastian, for teaching Naela to save the night.” He poured a reasonable amount into each glass and handed her one.

“Cheers to a wrap on week three of filming.”

“Cheers,” she added before taking an indulgent sip, peering over the rim of her glass to keep eye contact.

The tension subsided as the hours passed and as glasses were filled and then emptied again. They talked about any and everything that passed their minds. They might’ve said a few things they shouldn’t have, but the night was mostly filled with laughter and stories of their childhood.

It was getting late, and Naela felt herself getting giggly and delerious.

She had no problem saying “You’re way cooler than i thought you would be.” By this time they were slumped on her couch, her knees resting on his thigh as she held her head up with her hand. Pedro’s head rested on the back of the couch, unable to care about good posture anymore. It turned toward her once she said that, though.

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?” His tone was playful, almost teasing.

“The characters you play are so different from the real you.” She elaborated.

“What, you don’t think I’m a womanizer?” He joked, gesturing to his form.

She giggled and nudged his shoulder gently, “No, not at all.” They were quiet for a moment as their laughter subsided. “I think you’re really sweet, Pedro.” She let her head fall to his shoulder, showing her sincerity.

“Good…” He looked away, wanting to hide his nervousness. “I try to be.” She lifted her head to look at him, and at that exact moment, he turned to face her again. They were inches away just like they had been earlier in the day. This time, the awkwardness and then hesitation was real. The mental war they were going through not to do what they so desperately wanted to was real. She blinked away her rose-colored glasses and leaned back, finishing her wine.

“Thank you for this, Pedro.” She smiled genuinely at him. “It felt nice to talk to someone who knows exactly what I’m going through.”

“Yeah, it helps.” He gulped down the rest of his wine and collected her glass. He stood and made his way to the door, turning back to look at her as he opened it.

“Goodnight, Naela.”

“Night, Pedro.” He hesitated for a second, their eye contact lingering as he gave her a weak smile. Why did a profound wave of sadness always wash over her when he left? It was always a surprise and seemed to hurt more every time she felt it.

To hopefully help her forget, she immediately tried to fall asleep. She was restless for a good hour or so, but she felt herself nodding off eventually. It was like she blinked and it was suddenly her favorite time of the week: the weekend.

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