Jennie

I wish the blinds were open more.

I squinted into the near blackness of my bedroom, feeling Lisa beside me, her leg thrown over both of mine as I lay on my back. Her heavy arm draped across my abdomen was sort of cutting off my air, but I figured suffocation by snuggling was a decent way to go, so I left it there.

If I survived that enormous hunk of man-meat between her legs, I sincerely doubt her heavy arm will take me out.

Her face was turned slightly into the pillow and it was killing me that I couldn't see her well. I wasn't sure why, but I needed to know if she looked peaceful, contented in her slumber. Probably because some small, annoying part of me expected her to regret what had happened between us.

Even with the—surprisingly faint—soreness that had settled between my legs as I slept, I didn't regret a thing. Not a single moment. But then, I wasn't prone to regret. It was a waste of time. Either you could change your situation or you couldn't, but you could rarely undo what had already been done.

A lesson I'd learned the hard way.

But like everything in life, it is what it is.

"Mmm…" Lisa mumbled, gripping me tight and nuzzling my hair.

"Careful. It's probably a rat's nest after last night." We'd ended the night with a long, hot shower followed by one more round of lovemaking. Afterward, I'd promptly fell asleep on her chest, hair still wet. There was no telling what it looked like this morning. "You could get tangled in there and be lost forever," I joked, loving how warm her body was. And unlike the last time I woke up beside her, I knew for a fact neither of us was dressed.

"I'm already lost." She ran her nose around my earlobe, her hot exhalation loud in my ear. "To you, in you, with you." Her erection pressed into my hip and commanded my attention.

I turned my head to let her nuzzle my neck more easily. "Not saying you should stop, but can we resume this after I start coffee and hit the bathroom? I know TV shows make the whole 'wakeup romp' look sexy, but it's not. That part of television and movies really squicks me the hell out. We all wake up with issues that need attending." She grunted in agreement and thrust against me again, another one of those physical punctuations. I rolled my eyes, hoping she could see it in the darkened room. "And I don't mean your morning wood, smartass. I mean my bladder is full and I need to brush my teeth."

"Well, that's about as real as it gets, isn't it?" she chuckled as she kissed my shoulder. "Got an extra toothbrush?"

"Lucky for you, I do." I reached down and traced her rigid length with my fingertip before pointing to the door to the master bathroom. "Middle drawer. I'll use the guest bath and start the coffee. Meet back here in ten?"

She cupped my breast and disappeared beneath the sheet. She replaced her hand with her mouth for one long, vigorous suck on my slightly raw nipple before ducking out of the bed. "Try to make it closer to five. I'm starving and I plan to have you for breakfast."

I brushed my teeth while making the coffee to save time.

Lisa

"This was a mistake. All of this was a huge mistake."

The tension in the air was thick as we both paced the room, circling each other.

"Maybe, but it's too late to go back now. You can't undo what's already done."

Jennie looked up, teary-eyed. "I didn't ask for this. It's all too much."

I held up a hand, the pages of this week's script held tight in the other. "Maybe a little less weepy and a little more desolate? Use your physical cues. Drop your shoulders like the weight of the world is on them, pour emotion into your tone. Make me feel it without the water works because those are definitely more suited for later in the scene."

She blew out a breath and nodded, blinking away the moisture in her eyes. "Good point."

"How'd you figure out how to cry on command so damn fast, anyway?" I asked, impressed. The aforementioned tears had tugged at my heart, even knowing they weren't real.

She shrugged. "We're supposed to draw on our own experiences to add emotional depth, right? That's what I did."

The words were nonchalant but something in her stance shifted and I saw a flash of a small, wounded girl.

"Any experience in particular?" I couldn't help asking, though I was already aware of her background. From the way she'd been acting, I didn't think she remembered everything she'd told me that first night. And I didn't want to bring it up, in case she did remember and just wanted to pretend she hadn't said anything.

I'll take Lose-Lose Situations for two-hundred, Alex.

She laid her script on the coffee table and reached for her glass of ice water. I did the same. Sipping slowly and silently, I waited her out because I could tell she was working up the courage to answer.

When she set her glass down, she gave me a small smile. "Foster care. If ever there was a situation that made me feel like I didn't belong, that was the one."

"How long?"

"Eight years. Almost a dozen different homes or group facilities." Her fingers did that tapping pattern she usually broke into when she was stressing.

"Then?"

She realized what she was doing and stopped, rubbing her hands together like they were cold. "Then I was eighteen and they cut me loose."

"Didn't you have any family to take you in?" She hadn't mentioned any during her drunken admissions, but it seemed like a question I should ask.

She shook her head and picked up her script. "This is a conversation for another time. We should get back to rehearsing these lines so I don't suck." Her forced laugh told me exactly how uncomfortable she was.

"You didn't suck last week or the week before that or the week before that. You were amazing. And you'll be even better this week."

She just quirked a brow and gave me a look that suggested I was full of shit.

"Even if you don't totally rock it, there's one irrefutably awesome moment coming this week."

"Which is?"

"Meadow slaps the shit out of Warren, so you get to take a swipe at Suho, and that will make you the envy of the entire crew. We've all wanted to take a swing at him for ages."

She cringed. "I'm really not looking forward to that. With my luck, I'll screw it up and accidentally hit him for real."

"It's all timing. The choreographer will work with you before the scenes but I can give you some pointers now." I motioned her over and stepped back so we were about arm's length apart. Well, her arm's length, anyway. My reach was considerably longer. "Okay, take a swing at me. Get as close as you can without actually touching me, and follow through all the way past my face."

She pursed her lips, looking thoughtful. "And you'll jerk your head to the side in time with my swing?"

"Yep. If it helps, try to swipe the tip of my nose at first and work our way closer until it looks like you're slapping the side of my face."

I'd half expected her to balk at the idea of taking a swing at me, but then I remembered who I was dealing with. She was my no-fear girl. She wasn't prone to backing down.

We counted down from three and she swung, but our timing was off. I turned too soon and it left too much gap between her hand and my face. We tried a couple more times until we were in sync so that from a certain angle, it indeed looked like she'd slapped the piss out of me. She was so excited to have mastered it that we kept going for a few more runs.

Until she accidentally clocked me so hard my ears rang.

After that, we decided we'd done enough rehearsing for one day and crawled back in bed, where she more than made up for her ill-timed swing. Hell, I'd gladly suffer through another hit if it meant a repeat of her bedroom acrobatics.

Totally worth the pain.

Jennie

Lisa and I drove in together Monday morning since she'd stayed the night with me the previous two nights. She made no attempt to hide how much she preferred my place to hers, and I liked that she felt at home in my apartment. She'd even started leaving hats and sunglasses laying around, like little breadcrumbs I could follow to find her. I really liked that, which was huge because I was so protective of my space. Hell, I could have shared Nayeon's apartment with her but the idea of not having something that was entirely mine nixed that idea.

Lisa's presence being a comfort instead of an anxiety trigger really said something.

I was contemplating that and lingering over my coffee in the common area when Mino found me that morning. "We've decided to expand the fight between Meadow and Warren." He handed me a single loose page that was meant to replace the original section of the script.

I looked at it, noting that the dialog hadn't changed but there were several paragraphs of physical description. "So, the lines are the same?"

He nodded, tipping his head at Lisa as she walked over to see what we were talking about.

Lisa in Tere's suit was mouth-wateringly hot. And distracting.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" I asked Mino, forcibly tearing my gaze from Lisa's perfect form.

"I said the changes are mostly on Suho's end. Warren no longer stands there and takes the slap. He'll slap her back then snatch her up, gripping her shoulders and shaking the hell out of her before Tere bursts in." He gave Lisa a quick glance. "It's a tactic to build the relationship between Tere and Meadow."

Lisa quirked a brow. "So, they've decided to go ahead with that possible pairing?" She wasn't looking at me, but there was a telltale curl of the left side of her mouth that told me she found it amusing.

"As long as the chemistry works, I think it'll be a great new layer to the storyline. Don't you agree?" Mino gave me a reassuring smile, catching sight of my apprehensive expression. My stomach did a little flip as I considered the logistics of a romantic pairing on the show, shooting scenes on a crowded soundstage, being watched and posed and touched on camera. I must have been a little green because Mino felt the need to reassure me. "You'll do great, so don't worry. Lisa is a total pro, so you'll be in good hands."

Lisa grinned at me, giving a quick nod.

I was well aware of how good her hands were.

Mino's attention suddenly shifted to something being said through his headset. A moment later he was gone, off to troubleshoot a lighting issue.

When I turned back to Lisa, something was off. Her jaw was tense and her posture was rigid.

"Hey, I'm the one who should be nervous here. I'm getting in a fight in a few minutes. So, what's with the look?"

She looked around for a moment as we stood side by side in the corridor, our backs to the wall. I figured she was going to say something flirty—maybe expand on the 'good hands' comment Mino had tossed out. Instead, she leaned over and whispered, "I'm trying to get my shit together. The idea of watching him put his hands on you like that is messing with me."

I almost laughed. "It's not real. He's not going to actually hit me, crazy."

"But he's going to grab you, shake you, and he's strong. What if he hurts you without meaning to?"

"Like when I slapped the piss out of you practicing for this same scene?" I rolled my eyes at her protectiveness. "What if I accidentally clock him too? That's the part I'm worried about. He's done enough acting that I'm confident he knows what he's doing. Me? Not so much."

"Still…"

I resisted the urge to kiss her, but only just. "You worry too much. It'll be fine."

"It better fucking be."

The choreographer pulled Suho and me aside a few minutes later. We practiced the scuffle half a dozen times, and each time it went more smoothly than the last. By the time we were finished, the focus was less on the actual fight and more on making sure our positioning lined up for the cameras.

Meadow was set to run out of the room after Tere came in to rescue her, so I had a chance to hang back and watch Lisa and Suho work with the choreographer for their big fight—which was kind of hot, even if they were pulling their punches.

An hour later, we did the first full run and my nerves suddenly decided to kick in. It was probably because the entire crew was there, even Rosé and Jisoo, who weren't in the scene.

"What the hell are you doing in my office?" Suho stormed in—fully immersed in his role as Warren. His eyes blazed with anger and I shrank back as scripted.

"Tia sent me in here to drop these files off and ask if you can make an extra key to the storeroom for me."

"Bull. You were snooping in here, weren't you?" He stepped forward, effectively backing me against the desk.

I shook my head, careful not to shift my hair and ruin the close-up. "Of course not! I was just—"

"That cabinet wasn't open when I left." He pointed over my shoulder and I turned, curious.

"I have no idea…"

He stepped so close I could feel his suit jacket brush the front of my blouse. It made my pulse race in fear, but I bit it back. It was an instinctive reaction and I could use it to add depth to the scene. I had to remember that.

I spun back and practically jumped up on the desk to put space between us. "You need to back off Warren." I gritted my teeth, looking at him with the perfect amount of bravado and apprehensiveness.

"Or what?" He trailed one finger over my cheek before skimming it down my throat. He was using a little too much pressure, which caused me to swallow hard. "You gonna tell your new girlfriend?"

I gave him a confused, angry look. "What the hell are you talking about?" I pushed feebly at his shoulder, but he stood firm.

He leaned closer, his breath on my ear. I could hear the camera being rolled closer, and it helped remind me that I was safe, this was okay—or it would be. "I know you're screwing Tere, you conniving slut. If you wanted the fast track to the top, you'd have done better to let me into those dollar store panties. I'm the real businessman here." He leaned back, smirking.

I reared back and let my hand fly toward his face. As practiced, he turned at the perfect moment and someone off stage snapped two sticks together to help add sound. Suho kept his head turned for a three count then slowly turned to look at me.

Without a word, he bent his arm across his chest and whipped the back of his hand in my direction. I felt the air move by the tip of my nose as he followed through, a perfect faux slap. I had a moment of I really did it before his hands locked around my upper arms and he was right in my face, delivering his lines with such vehemence, I barely kept myself in character. He was scaring me—me, not Meadow. And his grip was ten times tighter than it had been in the practice runs, so he was also hurting me. So much so that my eyes burned and I had to fight like hell to keep real—unscripted—tears at bay.

Right on cue, Lisa—Tere—burst in and Suho let go, spinning toward his nemesis. I was supposed to scurry out of the room, so I got my shit together enough to make my feet move, but the damn tears were coming and I couldn't stop them. Lisa's eyes flashed to mine as scripted, taking in my state and halting briefly on the already bright-red hand prints on my exposed upper arms. I blinked through my tears and hurried by her as I was supposed to.

My intention was to hit the catering table down the hall and grab some napkins before anyone saw me, but a sharp cracking sound followed by shouts from the crew halted me in my tracks.

"Goddamn it, Lisa!"

I hurried back and rounded the faux wall of the set to find Suho and Lisa being held back by crew members—barely. Tedd and Mino had Lisa, dragging her across the room as Suho struggled in the grip of Porter and Freddy who—funnily enough—were both grip guys.

"Accidents happen. Let it go," Tedd called before turning and poking Lisa in the chest. "Now apologize before someone gets hurt."

"I am hurt, asshole!" Suho yelled at Tedd. "If it was the other way around and I'd taken a real swing at your girl there, I'd be tossed."

"Fuck you," Lisa spat, eyes locked on Suho's.

Tedd poked her in the chest again. "The next two words out of your stupid face better be 'I'm sorry' or so help me God, Lisa."

Her lips curled up in a way that reminded me of the Grinch. "I'm sorry." The way she said it made it clear that she wasn't sorry in the least.

"Fuck. You." Suho snatched himself out of Porter and Freddy's hands, turning to leave. "Someone get me a goddamn ice pack before the swelling sets in."

Once he was gone, Tedd gave Lisa some room and motioned for Mino to leave. I stepped back, hiding from view as the rest of the assembled spectators meandered away.

"Thanks to your accidental punch, Suho probably won't be able to shoot anymore today. Frankly, I don't want to look at you right now, so go home and work through whatever shit is simmering between you two, then bring your ass back here tomorrow as the fucking professional I know you to be."

I couldn't see their faces but I didn't need to. The tension was palpable. "Fine. I'm out of here."

"Tell Jennie she can go too," Tedd called just as Lisa rounded the corner and caught me snooping.

"Damn right she can," She tossed back, taking my hand and pulling me along behind her.

"What the hell happened?" I asked as we made our way out, taking the deserted back halls to avoid seeing anyone.

"I slipped." She shrugged, not looking at me as we walked. She seemed to know where we were going, so I let her lead.

"You slipped? I heard the crack from halfway down the hall. You knocked the shit out of him."

She smiled, actually smiled, but kept her eyes forward. "It was loud, wasn't it? Bet it was even louder from inside his skull."

"You meant to do it, didn't you?" There was no accusation in my tone, no judgment.

She stopped, letting me get a step ahead of her before tugging on our joined hands and spinning me around. "I saw your face. And the red marks on your arms." She was stone-faced, deadly serious as she barely skimmed my upper arms with the backs of her hands. "He better be glad I didn't break his fucking neck."

I shook my head, trying to downplay it. "He just got a little too rough and it scared me. It made the scene more believable, so…"

She gave me an incredulous look. "He. Hurt. You." Every syllable ratcheted up her anger. "There is no justification for that, so you don't get to let it slide or shrug it off. The hit he took is a lot less than he deserves, and I really did pull the punch—if I hadn't, he'd have lost a few teeth." She tossed a look back down the hall, still seething. "And if they say that your part of the scene needs to be shot again, it will happen over my dead body."

"You're overreacting," I told her as I stroked her arm, attempting to calm her. I spotted the elevator sign over her right shoulder and breathed a sigh of relief. I needed to get her out of there before she decided to track down Suho for another sparring match.

"No. You're under-reacting. But you weren't so unaffected at the time. I saw you."

"It was more intense than I was prepared for, that's all."

She blew out a frustrated breath. "No, it was assault, Jennie. Stop trying to smooth things over and play it off like it doesn't matter."

"It doesn't!" I barked, twisting away and marching toward the elevators. "What you did was assault too, by the way. God, Lisa, just let it go."

"Why?" She stepped in front of me as I stared at the display above the elevator doors, watching the numbers tick by. "Why aren't you pissed off?"

"Because I'm not." Why was she pushing this?

"You'll have to do better than that."

"I don't have to do a goddamn thing," I corrected angrily. "I don't owe you an explanation as to why I'm not falling to pieces, just like I don't owe him the satisfaction of knowing he not only hurt me but scared the living shit out of me—and in front of the entire crew. But most importantly, I don't have to let it get to me. I flat-out refuse to let it get to me because I'm finally making progress fighting my anxiety and I'll be damned if I let that jackass set me back." I also refused to cry, though I could feel my lip trembling. "Now, can we please, for the love of Godiva, go back to my place and spend the rest of the day stuffing our faces with junk food and screwing ourselves silly?"

She looked down at me with an expression I couldn't quite gauge. Anger? Awe? Both? I wasn't sure…until she leaned down and kissed me breathless. Afterward, she pulled me into an almost overwhelming embrace. Her arms wrapped tightly around me, her lips brushed the top of my head over and over, and her heart thundered loudly in my ear as I rested against her. I couldn't breathe for the emotion that was welling in my chest.

She pulled back and pressed her lips to mine one last, soft time. "You're incredible, Jennie-fucking-Kim. Absolutely incredible."

I leaned back and gave her my best smile. "And you're seriously sexy when you're punching guys out defending my honor."

"Why thank you." She quirked a brow and gave me a sideways smile. "Because I want to take you home and do some distinctly less than honorable things with you on your kitchen table."

I grabbed her hand and dragged her into the elevator. "Just when I thought you couldn't get hotter…"

"Is that a yes?"

The doors began to close as I reached out to cup her through the suit she had stolen from wardrobe. "What do you think, Hollywood?"