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Chace You Down

A Short Story

~Y/N travels with her new boss, Jensen Ackles, to Hawaii for the Sony Open golf tournament and gets more than a little distracted by a new acquaintance.~

Chace Crawford x Reader, Jensen Ackles

6,600 Words

Warnings: Absolute uncompromising Fluff. You will feel the sun and smell the ocean air, bask in the glow of a stranger's stare. It is deliciously romantic and annoying and wonderful.

The airport was crowded even at five in the morning and Y/N struggled to keep up with her new boss, finding that his stride was just about twice as long as hers and ten times as quick.

Jensen was already at the gate when she caught up, close to panting as she balanced a tray of Starbucks in one hand and a wallet with their tickets in the other. Her bag was slipping off her left shoulder and when she stopped short, the entire thing came crumbling down. The bag slid down to her elbow and the coffee left her hand, somehow jumping two inches into the air when she reached for the wayward strap.

Boss Man was quick, reacting like a true superhero. In a flash, he dropped his carryon and lunged for the tray, relieving Y/N of the embarrassment of spilling two Americanos all over the ugly airport carpeting and herself.

She gasped and stared in wonder at the green-eyed devil, thankful and more nervous than ever.

He’s gonna fire me before we even get airborne, she thought.

Jensen smiled kindly.

“Steady there, kid,” he teased, a gentle laugh on his breath. “You OK?”

“Yeah. I think so.” Y/N took a calming breath and righted the bag on her shoulder, quickly scanned the wallet to make sure the paperwork was still in order, and reached for the coffee tray.

Jensen pulled it back. “Uh, no. I’ll… handle the caffeine. You just… take a second to catch your breath.”

He hates me.

Y/N shook herself quickly and exhaled a quick huff. “Sorry. I’m a little frazzled first thing in the morning.” Her huff turned into a yawn and she struggled to hide it by clenching her jaw.

Jensen squinted at her and bit his lip. “Get any sleep last night? I know I had you up pretty early.”

Yeah, I was up approximately all night long, terrified, but thanks.

“Not really.” Y/N answered, laughing softly. “Little bit of a nervous flyer. Still kinda nervous around you. Nervous in general, really. Kinda all over a mess. I’m sure you’re finding that out. I’m sorry about that. Probably shoulda been on my resume. ‘She’s a disaster! Do not hire!’ But here we are.”

Jensen blinked slowly, wide-eyed and amused by her rambling.

“Sorry. I talk a bit too much when I’m nervous. Have I said the word ‘nervous’ too many times? I feel like I’ve said it too much. You know when you start to say something over and over and over and it starts to sound wrong? Nervous… Nerve… Us… Nerve-”

Kindly, Jensen held up a finger to his pursed lips, shushing her. “Calm down, Y/N.”

She sucked in a heavy breath and held it, nodding up at him. “Sorry.”

“You’re doing fine.” He smiled and plucked his ticket from the wallet in her hand. “Let’s just get on board and settled and you can get some rest.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, still nodding like a bobblehead. “Rest. Yes.”

“It’s a long flight.”

“Yeah…”

Jensen grinned. “Don’t worry. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

With a wink, he turned on his heel and gave his attention to the blonde attendant behind the gate desk.

Great. You’re supposed to be taking care of him and he’s flipped the script.

“Coming?” he asked, looking back over his shoulder.

Y/N chewed her lip and smiled, steeling herself. “On my way, boss!”

First class was way nicer than Y/N had imagined and she quickly settled in, sure that she could spend the six hour flight to Honolulu with a minimum amount of discomfort and only one or two minor freak outs.

Jensen got comfy right away, tucking himself into the seat by the window and lowering the bill of his black ball cap. It was strange to Y/N just how much the hat worked. They hadn’t been stopped by a single fan the entire walk through the airport, although, she noted, it was so early she doubted anyone else was even awake. Jensen buckled and then busied himself on his phone, shooting off a few last minute messages while the cabin doors were still open.

On the aisle, Y/N perched on the edge of her seat, watching with flitting eyes as other passengers shuffled in. The usual parade of folks made their way past them and down into the depths of the plane. A few cute elderly couples in matching Hawaiian shirts, ladies with giant sun hats, and men in wrinkled polos. There was the standard young couple wrangling three kids under five, and a posh looking woman with a service dog stuffed into her purse. Business men, a teenager with his headphones blaring, and on and on until they were stuffed in the aisle and Y/N could barely breathe.

A few people waved at Jensen, a young girl nearly screeched into her hand, all smiling and polite, all ignoring Y/N in favor of their favorite T.V. star. He took it like a champ, waving back, saying good morning, always smiling, always kind. Y/N wondered how he didn’t lose his mind with everyone fawning over him, and yet, she wished just one person would say hello to her.

“Well, hello.”

A tall figure cast a shadow over Y/N, but she didn’t bother looking up right away. She knew the greeting wasn’t for her.

The stranger cleared his throat and Y/N looked up, finding a handsome smile and bright blue eyes gazing down at her. His stare was deep and intrigued and Y/N felt her cheeks burn. She swallowed hard and blinked herself back into reality.

“Hi,” he said again.

Y/N opened her mouth but nothing came out. The cabin lights shone down on him, highlighting the faint strands of blond in his coffee-colored hair, the gentle slope of his nose, the cut of his brow. She was stunned for a long moment before Jensen’s voice broke the trance.

“Hey, brother!”

Jensen leaned over Y/N to shake the man’s hand and she took a deep breath, flooding her sense’s with conflicting colognes. She coughed and the men split apart, giving her room to breathe.

“Sorry,” Jensen laughed gently. “Chace, this is my new assistant, Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N/N, my buddy Chace Crawford.”

The name and face clicked together in her mind and Y/N knew immediately who he was, but kept herself in check, calmly nodding a smile up at him.

“Nice to meet you,” she said softly.

Chace backed up a step and looked her over quickly. “Same here.” He grinned and lingered on her lips a moment too long and Y/N felt her stomach flip nervously. “You excited for Hawaii?”

A large group of passengers had backed up behind him, but Chace paid them no mind. He waited, eyes fixed on Y/N, smile brilliantly sly and intriguing.

She shivered. “Uh, yeah. I mean… yeah. It’s exciting.”

Jensen leaned over to relieve her. “She’s a nervous flyer,” he explained while teasing her just enough to calm her down.

Y/N laughed and nodded. “That I am.”

Chace stretched out his arms across the aisle, resting one hand on the back of the seat in front of her, the other across the way. He bit down into the corner of his mouth and narrowed his eyes on Y/N.

“Well, that’s no good. We’ll have to keep you distracted.”

Her pulse quickened at his suggestive tone and she shifted in her seat, seemingly uncomfortable.

From the door, a short crimson-haired flight attendant cleared her throat rather loudly and picked up the intercom, casting her annoyance over the loudspeaker.

“Please keep the aisle free so that fellow passengers can find their seats… Thank you.”

Chace either didn’t hear the announcement or didn’t care. He stayed right where he was, silently flirting with his new acquaintance.

Not unappreciative of the attention, Y/N stared right back, trying not to get lost in the ocean of his eyes or the way the scruff on his lip accentuated his mouth just so.

Struggling to break free, she sat up straight and nodded at the line of people behind him. “I think she was talking to you.”

Chace leaned in a little closer, smirking. “Who?”

“The… flight attendant…” She laughed at his obliviousness. “You’re holding up the line.”

A glance over his shoulder had him startled and Chace flipped around, plopping down into the seat across from Y/N. “Oops.” He shrugged at her and settled into the chair, angling himself so that he could still look at Y/N.

The parade began again, and Y/N tried to calm down, pushing her head back into the seat. “Your friend’s kinda funny,” she said quietly, aiming her voice at Jensen.

He looked up from his phone and peered over at Chace. “Yeah. I think he likes you.”

Y/N jolted. “What? No. Nah.”

Through a break in the line, Chace called to Y/N.

“Psst…”

She turned just in time to get a face full of khaki covered ass. “Ugh. What?”

Around the backside, Chace tried to find her. “Come sit with me.”

“What?”

A toddler pranced passed, stopping to wave at Y/N who smiled and waved back.

“Come sit with me,” he said again over the child’s head. “The window seat’s empty.”

Y/N shook her head. “No way. I’m fine here, thanks.”

Only slightly defeated, he slumped back in his seat. “I’ll just have to shout across the aisle the whole time then.”

“Sucks for you, then,” Y/N called back, twisting her neck to see around a pair of gray sweat pants.

“Don’t leave me here all alone, Y/N…”

Her name rolling off of his tongue was like honey dripping down her body and Y/N took a slow, deep breath, ignoring the tingling it invoked.

“Sorry, Charlie. I’m quite comfy in my own seat.”

A portly man in baggy jeans squished by.

“It’s Chace.”

Y/N hummed in question. “What’s that?”

The procession ceased and Y/N found him staring again, bright eyes locked to her face, smile soft and inviting.

“My name.”

He rested his head against the seat, pressed his elbow on the armrest, watching her intently.

“Oh? Sorry,” she lied, trying to knock him off his path. “I forgot.”

He grinned and looked away, settling in for the long ride. “Yeah,” he whispered. “I bet you did.”

The flight was mostly uneventful.

Jensen napped for a good portion of the journey, the brim of his cap turned down over his eyes like some modern Indiana Jones. Y/N tried to read but Chace was persistent, and they chatted on and off for most of the ride.

Y/N found that she really did enjoy his obvious interest, but she played it cool, not wanting to come off like some crazed fan. After a few months following Jensen around, she knew how to keep the excitement inside when meeting famous folk. She didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable. After a few hours, he seemed just like a normal guy anyway, so it was easy to keep herself together.

Somewhere in the middle of the Pacific, a bout of turbulence rocked the airplane so harshly that Y/N thought she would soon meet God. Her knuckles blanched on the armrest and her jaw clenched so tightly that her teeth began to hurt. She held her breath, eyes screwed shut, and prayed that the end would come quickly. If she was going to die, she’d rather get it over with before they crashed into the sea.

When the rumbling calmed, she unclenched herself enough to realize that sometime during her panic, Chace had reached for her, and their hands were clasped tightly across the aisle. She exhaled slowly and fell deep into the knowledge that he’d helped her through the worst of it. His palm was big and warm, his long fingers were soft and wrapped around hers a little too perfectly.

Embarrassed, she pulled away and adjusted herself, smoothing down her shirt and fiddling with her hair.

“You really are a nervous flyer,” he joked, sitting back.

Y/N wanted to scream but she swallowed it down. “Yeah. Sorry.”

Chace shook her apology away. “Don’t mention it. Glad I could help.”

Me too…

He seemed so sweet, so adorably genuine and kind, but Y/N wasn’t interested in anything but doing her job. She smiled back and sighed.

He is really hot though…

Jensen woke himself with a loud snuffled snore and sat up, looking around with blurry eyes. “What’d I miss?”

Y/N had everything arranged for their arrival. She’d ordered a car - a nice, nondescript yet very fancy black Navigator, pre-checked in at the hotel, and even had a welcome basket with local treats set up in Jensen’s suite. Everything was going to be perfect. She was nailing their first trip.

Well, maybe not nailing it. Still doing a pretty good job. An OK job at the very least. She would have been doing better had Chace not insisted on hitching a ride from the airport with them, squishing himself into the seat next to her, and basically following her every move. ‘Hey, we’re all going to the same place, right?’ he’d said, eyes forever undoing the buttons on her blouse.

Jensen didn’t seem to mind, enjoying catching up with his former costar, but Y/N was a tad annoyed. She had to make things perfect for Jensen; that was the entire reason she was there. He didn’t really need an assistant anyway, not the way some actors did. She was basically a glorified gofer, forever fetching him coffee and organizing his scripts, sorting his mail, answering his mail, and making sure he got where he was going on schedule. Between her nerves and basic clumsiness, she was sure she was close to losing his patience and her job. Things needed to go well.

The hotel was simply breathtaking. Somewhere between the gorgeous surroundings and beautiful guests, Y/N felt a little lost. She felt underdressed and out of place, but did her best to focus on her job. She stood in the humid heat of mid-day and flagged down a bellhop, oversaw the distribution of luggage from the car, and handled the tip. Inside, she quickly got their room keys, made sure everything was in order, and waved Jensen down in the lobby.

He and Chace had been found out by a gaggle of fans, and she stood back for a moment while they graciously smiled for a few selfies.

“I can’t imagine ever getting used to that,” she commented when the young girls had moved on.

Jensen shrugged. “Part of the job. I don’t mind.”

Chace’s gaze was back on Y/N, seemingly enthralled by her every word and fluttering, nervous movements.

You’re gonna burn a hole in me, dude…

“Anyway,” Y/N shuffled the keys in her hand and gave Jensen his. “You’re in Suite 408. I made sure you have a balcony with an ocean view. I’m in 207, but my phone is always on, as you know. I made you dinner reservations at nine in the lounge, I hope that’s OK. If not, I can always change it. Um… pool is open till midnight, there’s a private gym on your floor… what else? It’s noon here so… a little after four in Austin if you want to call home, but I think JJ is at a birthday party this evening, so they may have already left. I can text Marie and find out if-”

Per usual, Jensen held up a gentle hand and gestured for Y/N to take a breath.

“You’re awesome,” he said simply. “Everything’s great. Thank you.”

Y/N held her breath for a quick moment and exhaled slowly. “Thank you.”

Dipping his chin, he looked her in the eyes and smiled. “Go take a break. I don’t need you for the rest of the day. Sunday is yours.”

She hesitated, but then nodded. “Thanks, Jensen.”

He was gone with a wave, making his way to the elevators as a posh looking bellhop followed behind.

Y/N had just about caught her breath when she remembered her shadow was still lurking. Chace leaned on his rolling suitcase handle and grinned.

“So here we are,” he said, “two strangers in paradise…”

Oh dammit, why me?

“Here we are,” she agreed, nervously chewing at her lip.

He took a step and her stomach tightened.

Gosh, he’s pretty…

“Wanna come see my room?”

She nearly choked on her shock. “What?” A laugh overtook her and Chace backed away slowly. “Are you serious? We just met and I do not know you. I’m not gonna go check out your room, dude. Gross.”

Realizing his misstep, Chace held up his palms in surrender and looked contrite. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant-”

Y/N shook her head and stepped around him, escaping quickly. “I know what you meant. And… honestly… no.”

She left him there in the middle of the lobby looking like a lost little boy, blue eyes wide with obvious sadness, flip flops frozen on the polished tile floor.

Trying to save face, he waved a farewell and called out to her. “OK! Maybe later then! I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other!”

Y/N refused to turn back, hiding her smile and sticking to her guns. But still, when the elevator doors began to close, she caught his eye and felt the sparks of something passing between them.

It was only a few seconds, but it was undeniable and Y/N sighed heavily.

Well… shit.

It was a humid heat, so much so that stepping out of the safety of the enclosed hotel provoked a line of sweat to instantly trickle down her spine.

Y/N shuddered at the feeling and adjusted her sunglasses, hiding her precious eyes from the blazing sun. There was a slight breeze and it blew through the palm trees with majestic grace, but brought more hot air, so Y/N made her way to the pool, determined to try and relax just a little bit.

She sat in a lounger and stretched out in the sun, feeling good. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, enjoying the scent of sunscreen and tropical air, a hint of chlorine from the water and Chace’s heavy cologne.

Chace’s cologne?

Quickly, she sat up and popped her eyes open, finding the man standing to her left, casting a cooling shadow over her. He had changed into bright swim trunks and a tight fitting white tee, and held two frozen drinks in his big hands. Giant sunglasses hid his eyes but Y/N could feel his stare all the same.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, looking up into the halo around him.

“Thought I’d find you out here,” he said, taking a seat on the lounger next to her. “Brought you a pina colada.” He held out the drink in his right hand and Y/N cringed at it, cocking a brow.

“I don’t do coconut, sorry,” she lied, turning her nose up at the offering.

Chace tongued his cheek and laughed. “Guess it’s a good thing this is a Mai Tai then.”

Annoyed but stuck, Y/N sighed and took the drink. “You have an answer for most things, don’t you?”

He grinned and laid back, kicking his feet up onto the chair. “Usually.”

So cute… I mean, smug. Smug! So smug… and cute. Damnit.

“Enjoying yourself so far?”

Y/N settled back and took a sip. “Yeah. I mean, I guess. Little tired.”

“How’s your room?”

She huffed in annoyance.

He laughed.

“I don’t mean like that,” he told her, shaking his head. “I’m just being polite.”

Y/N softened and smiled. “Room’s good. Yours?”

A smirk lit his lips. “I could show you, if you’re interested…”

She would have smacked him if she could reach, but that would have just pushed him onward. She rolled her eyes instead.

“You’re just so cool, aren’t you?”

Chace shrugged. “When I need to be.”

The drink was cold and Y/N ran the rim across her lips, enjoying the cool bite. Chace lowered his glasses to the edge of his nose so he could watch, blatantly in awe of her.

When she caught him, he jolted back into place and cleared his throat.

“So… been working for Ackles long?” he asked, hoping she would ignore his staring and the way it made him shift and adjust his shorts.

“Not really. Few weeks now. It’s really… he’s great. He’s just the nicest, most genuine, awesome guy. I’m really lucky.”

Chace raised a brow. “You’re not giving an interview, ya know. Tell me how you really feel. I won’t rat on you.”

Y/N scoffed. “It’s true! He’s really just… overall, I mean… I have no complaints. He probably has many, but he’s so sweet. It’s a great job.”

“Getting up at the crack of dawn to mix the guy’s protein shakes and make his coffee is a great job?”

“Well, I mean… could be worse.”

“Does he make ya fold his socks too?”

Y/N pursed her lips. “He packs himself, thank you.”

“Mhm…”

“Honestly, I don’t even really know why I’m here. He barely needs me at home, this is just… I don’t know.”

“Maybe he thought you could use a break.” Chace took a sip and then let the straw dangle on his bottom lip. “He is a nice guy, after all…”

His words made it into her head, but Y/N was distracted by the straw and the way it stuck to his lip. As she stared, he reached for it with his tongue and she squeezed her thighs together, overly intrigued.

Damn… Don’t look at his tongue, what are you doing! Stop that!

“Maybe, yeah…” she answered finally, prying her eyes away from his mouth. “Anyway, it’s a lovely hotel and I’m sure it’ll be a great week. If you’ll excuse me…”

She stood up too quickly and nearly tipped over. Chace was quick to catch her, standing as she did and holding her steady with a gentle hand on her arm.

His touch burned her skin in the best way but she panicked and tore away from him, turning back to the hotel.

“You don’t have to run off…”

I really do. Oh boy, do I…

Flustered, she waved him off. “Yeah. It’s… I’m sorry. I need to go make some calls before it gets too late back home.”

Chace pouted and her heart skipped a beat.

Don’t you dare use that lip at me like that… holy…

“Screw the phone calls. Stay. Take a swim with me.”

The idea of seeing him in the pool, of watching the water bead off of his naked chest and run down those big arms had Y/N squirming again. She clenched hard and exhaled quickly, shaking her head.

“You gotta stop trying to get me alone, dude. Not gonna happen.”

“Alone?” He laughed. “The pool’s full of people. We’re surrounded.”

She squared her shoulders. “You know what I mean. Goodbye.” Spinning on her heel, she walked off, desperate to stop the throbbing between her thighs.

Chace once again stood alone and rejected, waving her off with a smile. “Can’t blame a guy for tryin’.”

Golf, it turned out, was boring as shit. Standing in the hot tropical sun silently watching a bunch of celebrities, even beautiful ones, golf was even more so. Y/N spent most of each day hiding in what little shade there was and mindlessly nibbling on the refreshments as they cycled past.

Still, she kept her eyes on Jensen, cheering when appropriate, bringing him iced water when he waved her over. He was having a blast, and unfortunately, so was his buddy.

Chase was radiant in the bright sunshine, smiling, joking around with fans, carrying on like a fool. It was hard to keep her gaze off of him, hard to stop imagining what the flexing muscles of his arms would feel like wrapped around her back as they rolled beneath cool sheets in her room.

More than a few times, Jensen caught her staring off in Chace’s general direction and had to snap her back into reality.

“You ready?”

Y/N sighed happily at the image in her head, completely lost to the idea of naked body surfing beneath a full moon with a certain someone.

Jensen snapped his fingers in front of her eyes and Y/N jumped, nearly spilling the tall glass of water in her hand.

“Holy!”

“Hey… sorry.” Jensen took a step back and laughed. “You were zoned way out. You OK?”

Y/N shook herself and tore her eyes away from Chace so was sauntering into the viewer’s tent, close enough now that she would see the sweat on his thick neck.

Jensen. Jensen. Focus on your boss.

She cleared her throat. “Yep. Sorry. Just a little… It’s hot out here, isn’t it? I’m not used to the heat.”

Cautiously, Jensen held out his hand, palm turned inwards, and reached for her forehead. Y/N laughed gently as he tested her temperature, looking like a true dad.

“Yeah, you’re really warm,” he commented, eyes narrowed on her, investigating. “Let’s get you back to the hotel.”

“I’m sure I’m fine,” she said with a smile. “It’s just a thousand degrees out here.”

And your friend is making me dizzy…

“Still. We’ll go relax tonight, yeah?” Jensen set his hand on her shoulder and pushed gently towards the exit. She turned and let him lead the way.

“Leaving so soon?”

Blue eyes caught every ounce of her attention and Y/N nearly tripped over her sandals. She stumbled and Chace steadied her once again; his cat-like reflexes on display, adding fuel to her daydreams.

“Whoa…”

He laughed and Y/N gasped, pulling away to stand up on her own.

“Sorry.” Her cheeks burned and not from the sun.

Chace grinned. “You keep falling into me. Can’t say I hate it.”

Y/N tried to roll her eyes in annoyance but it was hard to pretend. The top of his nose was a little sunburnt and she couldn’t stop staring.

“Yeah, well, maybe you’re just in my way a lot,” she said finally, huffing a bit at the end.

In my way… in my dream last night… damnit go away.

A flick of pink tongue against chapped lips made her knees weak.

“Maybe I am…”

Jensen cleared his throat behind them and Y/N nearly had a heart attack. He was smiling when she looked back, but the nerves over her job were once more getting the best of her.

“Sorry. Right. Um-” She looked to Chace and offered an awkward wave. “Bye.”

Chace was taken aback, shifting to full height. “Bye?” He looked at Jensen and then back at Y/N. “Thought we were all grabbing dinner tonight.”

“Dinner?” Y/N echoed.

Jensen affirmed. “Yeah, why not?”

There is no way you can maintain any semblance of professionalism while watching that man eat… Damn.

Y/N stammered, looking for a viable excuse. “Well… I mean. I’m not- I’m not feeling too great. I think I’ll just grab something and eat in my room if that’s OK. You guys go have fun. I’m not… yeah, I- I can’t really… um…”

Jensen cocked a brow and glared down at her. “No. You’re coming. End of discussion.”

“But-”

“No buts,” Chace chimed in, offering Y/N his arm. “Boss man insists.”

For a moment, Y/N considered breaking out into a run, but it really was very hot and the tiny finger sandwiches she’d been picking on all day hadn’t quite filled her up. Also, Chace was looking at her with the sweetest, possibly most endearing puppy dog eyes she’d ever seen.

He’s the devil. Stay away.

With a sigh, she relented and slipped her hand into the crook of his arm, instantly regretting the intimate touch.

God, he’s… firm…

“That’s better.” Jensen clapped a hand on each of their backs and gave a little shove. “Hurry up, I’m starving.”

Table for three underneath a canopy of giant leaves and fairy lights, with the ocean one side and the gorgeous hotel on the other. The breeze was warm and the candlelight mesmerizing as it danced along Chace’s face, forever highlighting a new spot for Y/N to lock into and become slightly obsessed over.

Jensen kept the conversation light and flowing, but Y/N could barely pay attention. She was stuck in a deep ocean of beautiful blue eyes and a smirk that made her thighs clench each time she saw it. She was falling hard, and rather annoyed by it.

Whenever Chace took a chance, she shot it down. Each time he tried to make her laugh, she rolled her eyes. Every time she caught him staring her heart would nearly explode, beating much too fast.

They’d spent sunset with a bottle of very expensive red wine that Jensen insisted upon, and tongues were slowly loosening. As the sky darkened, they switched to rum and Y/N felt as if she were floating above the table, staring down at a dream.

She finally gave in and laughed a little, smiled more freely, gave in to the flirting and gentle prodding. It wasn’t half bad, even if playing hard to get was way more fun.

Chace stuck the end of a crab leg between his teeth and sucked hard, slurping out whatever meat was left.

Y/N laughed around a bite of salmon. “Sure you wouldn’t prefer the octopus?”

Shocked, his eyes widened and he dropped the shell. “You do watch the show! I knew it.”

Biting her lip, Y/N shrugged. “Maybe…”

Jensen laughed and blew up her spot. “Don’t let her fool you, she’s seen it all. And read ahead in scripts, and commented on everything. She’s great.”

Embarrassed, she hid her eyes. “Whatever…”

Chace leaned in and grabbed his drink. “Here I was thinking you had no idea who I was…”

Y/N mirrored him, leaning over just enough to give him a view down her top. “Didn’t want you to get the wrong idea about me. I’d hate to make anyone uncomfortable… thinking I was a fan or something.”

He rolled the rim of his glass over his bottom lip, narrowing his eyes at her. “So you’re not?”

Y/N licked her lip slowly and lifted her glass. “Not yet…”

Waves crashed upon the shore and a warm silence cascaded over the table as Y/N and Chace fell deeper into each other’s gaze. She took a sip of rum and felt the heat travel through her system, flooding her with a hazy arousal that was both exciting and relaxing. She licked her lip, chasing an errant drop of liquor and laughed gently as Chace’s jaw dropped in awe.

Feeling rather left out, Jensen clicked his tongue.

“Should I leave you two alone?” he asked, knocking back the rest of his drink.

Quickly, Y/N shook herself and let the spell break. She sat up straight and grabbed her napkin, dabbing her mouth and tossing herself back into reality.

“Um… what?” She laughed, hoping to distract from her behavior. “No! Don’t be silly.”

Jensen rolled his eyes but smiled kindly, and Chace sucked his teeth, leaning back.

“All the same,” Jensen said, pushing his chair away from the table, “I think I’m gonna hit the hay. My arms are killin’ me.”

Y/N stood with him. “Oh. Well, I can run and get you some Advil if you need or-”

Jensen waved her off. “Please. Stay and have dessert. I’m fine. Just tired.”

Oh sweet Lord, Jensen don’t leave me alone with him…

“Are you sure?”

“I am.” Dropping his napkin on the table, he nodded at Chace and then smiled at Y/N. “You two have fun.”

Chace grinned. “I’m sure we will.”

Oh crap.

Y/N swallowed hard. “Well… good night, then.”

Jensen was gone too quickly and Y/N watched him leave like a child being left alone in a department store. Or, more like a candy shop. There was too much temptation at the table.

The temptation scooted his chair in and motioned to their waiter. “Want another round?”

Y/N sighed and sat, giving herself over to the situation. “Yeah. Sure.”

Two more drinks appeared and a stillness settled around them. The sun had gone entirely and the hotel lit up with torches and artificial lights tucked away into the flora.

“Nice night.”

Y/N nodded. “Very. I like smelling the ocean like this. It’s… fresh.”

“Don’t get out to the beach much back home?”

She sighed. “Nah. Too busy. Also, the waters I’m around aren’t like this. This is clean and blue, not some gray-green sludge with no movement. This is perfect.”

His eyes fell across her face and she could feel her cheeks burn.

“It is pretty perfect,” he whispered, lips tipping the rim of his glass.

Oh, I am in big trouble.

She cleared her throat and looked away at an older couple across the restaurant. They were holding hands over the table and whispering to each other, truly in love.

“What about you? You get to the beach a lot?”

Chace shrugged. “I try. Filming in Canada takes me away from the sand, but I get back to it when I can.”

“Is it nice up there at least?”

“You’ve never been to Toronto?”

Y/N shook her head.

“Well, you should come up with Jensen next time he’s filming with us.”

I really should… I bet your costume is super tight in person…

The rum tickled her tongue.

“Yeah. Maybe.”

“So indecisive…” He chewed the corner of his mouth and eyed her closely over the candles.

“No,” she answered, desperate not to think about his teeth grazing her skin. “Just…”

“Coy?”

“Perhaps.” She took another sip and looked up from beneath her lashes. “Is it working?”

Chace blushed and shifted in his seat. “Uh, yeah. A lot, actually.”

The alcohol was making her too confident, too easily flirtatious and she set her glass down. The moon was bright and she looked out at the ocean, marveling at the glossy sheen it cast over the waves.

“So beautiful,” Chace whispered.

She nodded and then looked back to find him staring not at the waves, not at the moon, but at her. Her stomach tightened and her pulse quickened.

“You’re looking the wrong way,” she teased.

He shook his head slowly. “I’m really not.”

Do not fall in love with him. Absolutely out of the question.

Without realizing it, Y/N was leaning in, caught for the thousandth time in his gaze, wanting to be closer.

The flames flickered in his eyes as Chace pushed in close.

Time slowed down, the Earth spun a little bit slower beneath them.

Y/N smiled and batted her lashes.

Chace licked his lips slowly.

She sighed.

“Do you hear music suddenly?”

He laughed softly and nodded towards the stage. A large man in a pink floral shirt was plucking away at a ukulele.

Y/N rolled her eyes at herself and laughed. “Oh, I thought maybe it was you.”

Chace pushed up out of his chair and leaned all the way over, stopping just before their lips met. His eyes fluttered closed, his breath passed over her lips like the warm evening breeze.

Y/N held her breath.

Do it. Kiss me. Please.

She closed her eyes.

Wait. No! No, no.

Panic flooded her system and she jerked away. “Oh! Um…” Still fleeing, she stood up, nearly knocking her chair over. “I’m uh-”

Frozen mid-attack, Chace looked up, brows knitted and confused. “You OK?”

No, I’m an idiot. Damnit.

“Um…” She looked around quickly, desperate for an escape or reason. There was nothing on the wind but coconut and petals, nothing in the sky but stars and streaks of light gray clouds. Nothing that would help her.

Chace sighed and stood up, backing off. “It’s OK.” He cleared his throat and smoothed his shirt down over his stomach, readjusting himself.

Y/N’s stomach ached in the worst way. Everything was colliding inside and she hated herself for pulling away.

Fix this. Now.

She sucked in a breath of courage and downed the rest of her drink in one swallow. “Come walk with me,” she said, grabbing his hand.

He went without hesitation, laughing as she nearly dragged him from the restaurant onto the sand.

The beach was empty and they walked hand in hand for a long while, comfortably silent. His hand was warm and big and she felt calmer the farther they walked.

With the hotel in the distance and low tide nipping at their toes, Y/N stopped suddenly and turned. She went up on her toes and reached for him, pulling him down into a soft kiss that made his breath push out in a gentle moan.

His eyes fluttered open when she let go.

“What was that?” His voice cracked and he shook himself as if waking from a dream.

Oh, no…

Doubt filled her head. “A kiss?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I know that, but-”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“I’m sorry.” Y/N stepped away, shoes sinking deep into the dryer sand. “I thought- I mean- I shouldn’t have assumed. It’s just that- Damn it, I’m sorry.” She spun towards the hotel, skirt whipping in the wind. “I’m sorry.”

Chace caught her arm, halting her escape and drawing her back to him. “Hey, I didn’t say it was a bad thing.”

Her smile returned. “It’s not?”

“Are you kidding?”

He turned to meet her face to face and wrapped his right arm around her waist, pulling her close. Their bodies touched and her heart skipped. He was warm and hard and felt like magic against her.

“I’ve been trying to get you alone since the moment we met,” he confessed. “I can’t stop thinking about you. All day, every day. I can’t even focus on the game. All I think about is laying you down and… showing you just how beautiful you are.”

Swoon…

“You can’t be serious,” she laughed, every inch of her heating up.

His hand splayed across the small of her back as he dipped his chin. “I am. You keep reeling me in and then pushing me away. I’m goin’ a bit crazy here, Y/N…”

Her heart was racing, breath scarce as she looked up into his handsome face. “I’m reeling? You’ve been hitting on me all week.”

He shrugged. “Still. You keep saying no.”

Y/N sighed. “I just really need to focus on my job and I feel like I’m getting everything wrong and pissing Jensen off and I just-”

Chace shook his head and grinned. “Not likely.”

“What?”

“You really think his arms are hurting? Or maybe he was just giving us some time to get to know one another…”

That sneaky jerk…

His fingers tensed on her back and she melted into him, leaning forward a little more.

“So, you wanna try this again?” he asked, left hand lifting to caress her cheek.

More than anything, you charming son of a…

Y/N bit her lip and leaned into his touch. “Yes.”

Please…

Chace smirked and tipped his head to the side, aiming for her sweet lips. “I knew I’d wear you down…”

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