QUICK QUESTION: I know the decision is ultimately mine, but for the couple of people following and enjoying this story let me ask you this: Do you think that Sean would give up as easily as he has, or do you think that he'd give another try to tempt Jessa into choosing him? I'm not talking about hurting Norman, just that Sean might want to understand her choice, and maybe try to remind her of what they had?

Send me a comment or whatever to give me your input. I'm seriously curious. :)

Waking up wrapped in Norman's arms with his bare chest flush against my back, steady breath fanning my hair had me smiling. His body heat was comforting against me.

The curtains worked. Only the slightest hint of light could ve seen around the edges of the dark fabric. Since we weren't due on set until midday, we probably had hours free yet. That thought cheered me even more. And since Norman was male, his obvious morning wood was pressed tight against my body and only fanned the flames that were starting.

I bit my lip and rubbed myself against him. His arms tightened around me and my smile grew. Arching my back, I rolled my hips, earning the shift of his own hips so there wasn't a breath of space between us. His hand moved, sliding slowly down my body. By the time he finally cupped my hot, damp need I was panting. His lips brushed my shoulder as he palmed me through my sleep shorts. I ground my body against his hand, and rolled my hips against his hardness. His teeth nipped my shoulder and I moaned.

"Could get used to waking up like this, Jessa." His voice was raspy from sleep. "How about you, baby?" A flick of his tongue against the side of my neck, another gasp from me. "Think you'd like making this a new morning ritual?" He thrust his hips against me, letting me feel just how much he wanted me.

Another moan, and then I was on my back and he was hovering over top of me. I cupped his face as he lowered it to my own. Our lips met and I felt him press his body down. His hips between my legs, our need pressing together through too many layers for my liking. I arched into him, wanting friction, needing more pressure. He rolled into me, reverse dry humping me into the mattress.

Foreheads pressed together, our lips parted and our eyes locked on one another's. My hands were sliding over the skin of his back, digging my nails slightly into his skin as he hit the right spot with his hard shaft. A long moan came from me as I rolled up against him. One hand held his upper body off of me, while the other gripped my hip, digging into the soft flesh as we rutted against each other's clothed sex.

I felt his entire body tense, and mine felt like I was on fire. And we both came, our mouths searching for one another as the rush of climax bowled us over. Breathing like we'd ran a marathon, which we did sort of, Norman collapsed on top of me. His face pressed against my neck, kissing gently as we both came down. My hand moved to his head, smoothing the hair that was still slightly spiky from sleep.

Our breathing finally calmed, and Norman rolled over to the side that he'd slept on and pulled me to him. I felt his lips touch the top of my head as I curled around him. I laid my head on his chest, my hand over his heart. And felt pretty fucking satisfied, especially for someone who hadn't actually had sex.

"That was," I closed my eyes, "pretty fucking amazing." I felt his chuckle vibrate against me. I sighed and looked up.

Norman's eyes were bright, even in the dimness of the room. "I'd say. Haven't done that for so long I forgot how hot it could be." His thumb traced my face. "Jessa, you have me acting like a horny teenager."

I smiled. "Dry humping," I shook my head and bit my lip. "One of my favorite things in the entire world of sex that isn't really sex."

He shifted his other arm so it helped him recline a bit. "Really?" He studied my face. "Any others?"

I slid up his body until my face was over his. "Sex that isn't really sex? Oh, one or two." I answered, leaning forward and kissing his lips gently.

His free hand cupped my hip, pressing me tighter against his side. "You gonna tell me, or tease me?"

I grinned. "I am showing you, Norman." I kissed him again, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth. Hearing him moan, I released his lip and licked into his mouth. I felt his head drop onto the pillow under him and then his other arm was wrapping around me. I pulled back, meeting his eyes when they opened. "Kissing." I sighed, and bit my lip again. "Definitely sex that isn't really sex."

"Mm-hmm," his lips were kiss swollen and his pupils were probably blown wide. "I'll make a note of both. Any other tips to keep you happy and satisfied, Jessa?"

I chuckled and shook my head. "Oh, I'm sure there are some, but I can't make it that easy on you, can I?"

HOURS LATER ON SET

Troy was grinning like a maniac as he watched me approach Sean and Norman as their characters cleaned their guns in the scene. Wearing my character's work clothes of a pencil skirt, button down shirt, and jacket I sauntered up to the men. As our lines played out, I could feel Duffy's eyes watching us, through both monitor and true vision.

Our characters chatted, and then my hands took Sean's gun parts and proceeded to keep the conversation going and put the gun together without looking at them. Sean and Norman were silent, and I was trying to fight a full blown grin at their mouths hanging open.

"CUT!" Duffy yelled, and then he was hugging me from behind. "Fuck, that was hilarious to watch."

I laughed, Sean and Norman blinking up at me like they'd just seen a ghost crossed with an angel crossed with a devil. "You guys gonna be ok?" I asked, trying to stop my laughter.

"How the fuck-" Sean whispered, clearly undone by my hidden skill.

Norman had regained some of his composure. "When did you-"

Duffy laughed hard. "She is a fucking savant. Asked me for a few prop guns, the instructions on how to take 'em apart and put 'em back together. She returned that shit days ago." He released his hold and smiled down at me. "Never told me she could do it without looking at the pieces though. Shit, that's fucking awesome. And it looks fucking amazing on film." He dropped a chaste kiss on my forehead. "The reactions you two had," looking down at Sean and Norman at the table they'd stayed seated at. "Were fucking perfect. It's exactly what the brothers would have done."

"And all in one take," I said, grinning like an idiot.

"Jesus," Sean breathed out. "That was-"

"Impressive," Norman finished, standing finally and reaching for me. "Shit, what other tricks do you have under your hat?"

I pressed against him and winked up at him. "Guess you'll have to wait and see." He kissed me gently and I smiled against his mouth.