Chapter 5
I don't own Lucian
Lucy's POV
"Aaaaaand cut!" The director yells to the camera men.
"Thank God," I sigh in relief.
Filming PLL this morning has been less than pleasing. I've been shooting a few different scenes with this new guy named Zach all morning. I honestly feel like I am suffocating when working with him. He is high strung, cocky, and keeps trying to impress me every time we are in the same room. He is driving me insane.
"Lucy we'll see you back here on set in about an hour for your scene with Ian." Marlene instructs as I gather my phone and water bottle from my chair.
"Okay, thanks Marlene," I reply prior to walking off the set.
Unlocking my phone I smile instantly at seeing I have three new messages from Ian. My thumbs glide across the glass screen of my iPhone typing my reply rapidly. My feet carry me straight to Ian's dressing room where I know he will be waiting for me inside. Shutting the door behind me I swiftly lock it wanting to be alone with Ian without anyone interrupting us.
"Finally, someone who keeps me sane!" My eyes light up when I see the brown paper bag sitting on his coffee table in front of his dark blue sofa. "Oh my god and you have food. You're amazing!"
Ian chuckles at my response and instantly pulls me down into his side whilst pulling out my lunch from the bag. I am in heaven at the delicious aroma of Chinese food. I dig into the side order of crab rangoons he bought for us; they are freshly made sending me to heaven.
"Oh I almost forgot!" Ian jumps up from the couch to walk over to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room. When he returns to the couch he places a can of Diet Doctor Pepper in front of me. Ahhh my favorite drink right next to coffee.
Without a second thought I hook my hand around the base of his neck pulling him against me effectively crushing our lips together. "You are an amazing man, do you know that?" I don't give him a chance to respond due to my lips pressing against his demanding several more kisses.
It's been just over a week since Ian and I have been back to LA and started dating. He has made me either lunch or dinner every day for the past week as our bet required. I think it was less of the bet and more of the fact he is a gentleman and wanted to woo his girlfriend.
After enjoying a delicious lunch we both decide it would be good practice if we ran lines for our upcoming scene together. By now I have shifted to lay down on his couch with my bare feet resting in his lap. Ian's right hand is placed on my ankle gently caressing the skin sending tingly shivers through my entire body.
"Oh I forgot to ask, how did filming go this morning?" Ian wonders curiously looking at me over his script.
Rolling my eyes I shake my head. "Awful. I cannot wait until Zach is gone. My character has had enough extra male love interests. He keeps hitting on me and thinks I am falling head over heels for his pompous ass."
Ian caresses farther up my leg to soothe me. "Next week should be the last week he's here so he'll be out of your hair soon honey."
"God I hope so," I mutter more so to myself. "Alright, let's run through these scenes."
Hours later I am finally done filming for the day. Ian has been done since 5:30 due to the limited number of scenes he's had lately. I on the other hand didn't leave until roughly 7:45. I feel mentally drained after being on set for the past thirteen hours. Prior to Ian leaving he had asked me if I was up for some take out and a movie at his place. Honestly the thought of curling up on a couch with Ian for a quiet evening in sounds marvelous. I shoot Ian a quick text informing him I am on my way to his place with a large appetite.
Ian's POV
Once I get Lucy's text I call in take out to her favorite Indian food restaurant then jump in my car. It should only take me about twenty to twenty-five minutes to go pick up dinner and return home. I'm not worried about having to make Lucy wait on me because I know it will take her some time to change out of her set outfit. Odds are she'll be here in about half an hour. If anything, she has a key to my place that I had given to her back when I first moved in for emergency purposes just like she had given her key to me.
As I predicted it only took me twenty-five minutes to pick up dinner. Not even a minute after me pulling into the driveway does Lucy come down the street behind me. I stand in the driveway waiting for Lucy as she rolls up the windows to her white Mercedes, shuts the engine off, and then climbs out of the low sitting car. I see she has changed into a pair of short light wash denim shorts paired with a casual powder blue loose fitting tee. She has wiped all traces of makeup from her face to reveal her completely exhausted expression.
Pulling Lucy into my arms I press a kiss to her head while leading her in the house. "Come on, let's get you fed. You look like you're about to drop."
"It smells delicious. Thank you for picking up dinner." Lucy reaches up to place a lazy kiss on my lips.
"It was my pleasure. Why don't you get comfortable on the couch and I'll find the remote so we can scroll through Netflix."
We opt for watching 'Let's be Cops.' Halfway through the movie Lucy states she is full which leads to us resituate on the couch. She shifts to lay on her side curled up against my stomach. My arm drapes around her body holding her comfortably against me. My fingers mindlessly twirl around the ends of Lucy's silky smooth tresses.
Before long the credits appear on the screen. Looking down at Lucy I notice she has fallen asleep. Her face appears to be completely relaxed and innocent. Carefully slipping out from underneath Lucy, I move up to my feet. As quiet as possible I throwaway our trash and place the left overs in the fridge. Walking over to the back door I let Mochi and Bailey inside for them to go to bed. They love to spend countless hours roughhousing outside in the yard or even laying outside on their backs soaking up the sun.
Heading back into the living room I turn off the TV. As carefully as I can manage I slide my arms underneath Lucy's petite body with the intent to carry her upstairs to my bedroom. Due to her extremely lightweight stature it is rather easy to support her with one arm while my left hand pulls the comforter back. I tuck Lucy into my bed with the sheets pulled up to her chest. Bowing down I press a soft kiss to her forehead. I'll probably just go sleep in the guest room tonight.
"Goodnight Goose."
"Don't go," Lucy mumbles almost silently. She reaches out for me in a sleepless attempt to pull me down onto the bed next to her. Lucy is passed out once again only a few seconds later.
I chuckle lightly under my breath as I strip out of my shirt and pants leaving me in my black boxers. Sliding into the king sized bed next to Lucy I remain on the other side of the bed giving her plenty of space. I cannot recall how many times I had wished and hoped the day would come when I would be sharing my bed with Lucy Hale. It doesn't take long at all for all of the pleasant feelings in my body to send me off into a peaceful slumber.
Waking up the following morning I wake up to find Lucy curled up against my body with her head snuggled in the crook of my neck. Nothing could trump the feeling of having Lucy Hale curled up resting peacefully in your side. I lay here awake for roughly fifteen minutes until I have to slip out of bed to take the dogs out for the morning. Lucy and I don't have to be on set until nine o'clock giving us roughly an hour until we need to leave my house for Warner Brothers Studio.
Knowing Lucy is a sucker for chocolate chip pancakes I decide to whip some up for the two of us to eat prior to the long day of filming we are bound to have. It only takes me a quick ten minutes to make us each two plate sized pancakes with a decent amount of chocolate chips inside of them. I prepare the table for us to eat there with a bottle of syrup and a stick of butter with a knife sitting in the middle of the two plates. With breakfast ready I turn towards the wood staircase to wake Lucy from her slumber.
The laughter building in my lungs is impossible to contain when I step into the bedroom to find Lucy snuggling with Mochi and Bailey who are currently rolling around the bed getting belly rubs from Lucy.
"Did they wake you up?" I question while stepping further into the bedroom.
"Yeah, Lucy nods her head shifting her gaze from Bailey over towards me. "But that's all right. Getting woken up from happy puppy kisses is the best thing next to getting kisses from your boyfriend." Lucy gives me a not so subtle look insinuating she wants a kiss.
"Well I'd hate for my dogs to please my girlfriend more than I can." I take four long strides across the bedroom until I reach the side of my bed. Leaning down I hover over Lucy on the mattress and press several chaste kisses on her soft lips. "How is that?"
"Mmmm much better," she grins brightly up at me.
"Come on, I've made breakfast for us before we have to leave."
We walk hand in hand downstairs to the kitchen where Lucy is extremely pleased with the pancakes.
Looking up from my plate at Lucy who is taking a drink of her orange juice I ask, "I know we only started going out a week ago, but, what are we saying to everyone on set?"
Swallowing the cool liquid she shrugs her shoulders as she sits her glass back down on the table. "Do we need to say anything right now? I was hoping we could enjoy the privacy for a while without anyone knowing about us. I don't want to hide us but at the same time you know the entire world is going to freak when they find out we are finally together. We will never have any privacy."
"I didn't think about that but yeah you're right. I think we keep this low key for a bit and once we both feel we are ready for it to get out we make it known ourselves in hopes of calming the excitement from it rather than someone leaking information about our relationship."
Lucy and I end up agreeing to keep things as platonic as possible on set unless we are behind closed doors such as one of our dressing rooms. Driving to work together won't raise any red flags amongst the cast because it is common for Lucy and me to carpool to and from work if we have plans to hangout after work. Preventing myself from freely kissing Lucy when we are either out and about in the city or on set is probably going to be the most difficult for me.
In hopes of keeping time from drifting away from us Lucy heads upstairs to take a quick shower before work while I clean up breakfast then get dressed for work myself. Lucy opts for wearing the same clothes this morning that she had previously changed into last night after work due to not having any other clothes. A mere twenty minutes later we are walking out to my car for me to drive us to Warner Brothers.
Lucy's POV
Ian rolls us over on the small mattress claiming his spot above me in Ezra Fitz's infamous apartment. It is damn near impossible to contain my moans right now. This is Ian and I making out on this bed not us in character as Aria and Ezra. My hands tug on Ian's shirt as my teeth simultaneously bite down on Ian's lip in pleasure due to him pressing his weight down on me allowing me to feel his growing erection in his jeans. I desperately tug him down harder against my body. The friction between us is heavenly. Ian's hands slowly glide up the inside of my shirt causing a light blush to creep up on my cheeks. Part of me is saying he only did it to make the scene appear more realistic. The other part of me is saying he is just as horny as I am right now.
"CUT! That's a wrap." Norman yells out loudly on the set signaling for the two of us to part ways on the mattress. "Great job Ian and Lucy."
"Son of a bitch," Ian mutters in dissatisfaction at having to stop.
To keep up with appearances I slip out from underneath Ian gracefully for both of us to readjust our clothing.
Leaning down to whisper lowly in Ian's ear I say "Let's continue this in my dressing room?"
"You read my mind." Ian flashes his adorable boyish grin that does a number of unspeakable things to me.
We casually walk off the set together hoping not to draw too much attention to ourselves. Once we are far enough away from everyone we both pick up our pace to scurry faster to my dressing room. Literally the second we are inside of the room Ian's lips are attached to mine kissing me deeply. I barely even get the door pushed shut before Ian maneuvers us over to the couch.
Our bodies manage to tangle together in preparation for the graceful fall we make onto the couch. Ian's hands grasp ahold of my thighs through the pair of jeans I am wearing from our previous scene.
"God," Ian exhales heavily in pleasure hovering above my body. "I can't believe after all these years I can finally kiss you how I want for however long I want without some random person yelling cut in the background as they film us."
Giving Ian a sly smirk I push him back against the couch and shift to straddle his hips. I snuggle firmly down on his member which I can start to feel hardening up underneath me through his jeans just like I had when we were filming. "Then why stop now? Keep going." I whisper seductively against his lips.
All of the sexual tension that has been boiling up between us from the second we stepped on set today is finally getting the head on attention it needed. A loud moan falls from my lips when I feel Ian's left hand drift around my backside to grope my ass firmly. In the mean time his right hand makes its way underneath my shirt to fondle my breasts.
The small size of my shirt limits the amount of freedom Ian's hands have to explore underneath my top. I break our kiss for half a second in order to yank the unwanted fabric off of my torso. We hastily shed my jeans as well which allows for a much more pleasurable grinding sensation. My hips rock with great friction against his causing his denim jeans to feel glorious against my thin lace panties.
"Oh fuck," I gasp in surprise at Ian thrusting his hips up roughly at the perfect angle when I am mid-grind.
My mouth goes dry when I feel Ian's hands easing around the back of my black lace bra to the clasp. "Can I?" Ian asks for permission before taking this any father.
"Yes. Good God yes!" I can't stop whimpering my pleasure in his ear. My stomach rolls rhythmically with my hips creating an even stronger friction than before.
Ian unclasps my bra instantly then delicately pulls it away from my chest. I look deep into his eyes as they roam over my chest in delight. I squirm shyly when realization of the fact I am sitting nearly completely naked aside from a very small pair of black lace underwear on Ian's lap dry humping.
"Just as stunning as I remember," Ian comments with a look of admiration. I bite my lip and cast my head down allowing my hair to shield my face in hopes of preventing Ian from seeing the scarlet red blush on my cheeks. We had a scene together a year ago where I was completely topless on top of him in bed.
I nearly convulse right there in his lap when his talented lips suck on my neck with his teeth lightly grazing the skin with each bite. His lips slowly make their way down my neck until they reach my right nipple. He takes his time squeezing, caressing, kissing, and nipping at both of my breasts in his hands.
My head falls back in pleasure. I run my hands through his curly hair and lock my fingers in his curls. "Don't stop," I moan out breathlessly.
"I don't ever plan to," Ian grins up at me with a suggestive tone.
Neither of our hips have stopped their grinding motions if anything they have become more intense. When his lips latch onto my nipple I find myself nearing the edge of my orgasm. I tug roughly on his hair as my moans rise in volume while still keeping in mind we are at work.
"Come for me Lucy. Come on." Ian entices me when I tell him how close I am.
My clit hits just the right spot on his jeans through my lace underwear creating the perfect amount of friction to send me overboard.
"Oh fuck!" I cry out in orgasmic bliss. Ian continues to fondle my breasts to further my orgasm.
Little did either of notice my dressing room door open exposing us to whoever opened the door.
"Oh Sweet Jesus! Sorry!" We hear a voice shout into the room followed by the door slamming shut.
Ian and I shoot away from each other on the couch to stare at the now shut door.
"Who was that?!" I question Ian, panic instantly flooding through our bodies.
Ian runs a nervous hand through his hair. "I have no idea!"
"How do you not know? You were the one facing the door ten feet from us!" I exclaim loudly.
Ian shoots me a 'come on' look. "My attention was a little more focused on giving you an orgasm rather than watching the door. My eyes hadn't exactly left your chest once in the past five minutes."
"Shit," I curse at our stupidity of not locking the door prior to going at it.
Jumping up from the couch I quickly redress then go over to the mirror with a brush in my hand attempting to make my hair a bit more presentable.
"Come on, Luce. What do you say we go to Crafties for some lunch before our next scene with the other girls?"
Nodding my head I take a deep breath. "Yeah that sounds good. Maybe it'll help take my mind off of whoever just walked in on us."
Having to act completely platonic on set I have to mentally remind myself I can't reach for Ian's hand when leaving my dressing room. When we arrive at Crafties Ian hands me a plate for my food first. I make my way down the line with Ian a few feet down from me. I jump in shock when suddenly I feel someone appear right next to me. Looking over to my right I see Troian next to me coming to get a brownie.
"Hey Goose, why so jumpy?" Troian asks with a smug look in her eye as if she knows something.
"Hey Troy. I'm not jumpy, you just startled me is all. What's up?"
Troian narrows her eyes with a playful smile tugging on her lips. "Are you sure? Because if I had someone walk in on me while I was in the middle of dry humping the hell out of my boyfriend naked at work I would be a bit jumpy too."
My eyes widen in disbelief. I quickly glance around the room to ensure no one can hear us. "You saw?"
"Oh I definitely saw more than I needed to of Ian latched on to your chest as if you were breast feeding him. Marlene was there too."
My face flushes a deep red and I can feel my body temperature heating up drastically. My mouth drops open in horror. "Marlene saw us!"
Troian nods nonchalantly. "That is who shouted and slammed the door shut. But don't worry, she doesn't know it was Ian who sent you into that orgasmic moaning state you were in."
"Lucy! Would you mind coming to my office please I need to speak with you." Turning around I see it is Marlene who has requested my presence.
I find myself nodding my head in agreement after having lost the ability to verbally reply.
"Ooooo looks like you are about to get the sex talk. Good luck babe." Troian playfully spanks my ass as I head in the direction Marlene walked off to.
When I pass Ian I lean up on my toes to whisper what was happening in his ear. He offers to come with me but I beg him to just stay here in hopes of making this whole situation not near as embarrassing as it is escalading to.
My hand rests anxiously on the door handle to Marlene's office. After taking a deep breath I force myself to push the door open to reveal Marlene from her place behind her desk.
"Hi Mar," I smile meekly at her. God I can already tell this conversation is going to be mortifying.
"Come on in Lucy, take a seat." Marlene gestures to the chairs on the other side of her desk. Her eyes shift back to her laptop where she types a few things then shuts the lid of the computer to give me her full attention.
"I want to start off by apologizing for earlier. I saw you talking with Troian so I'm sure she informed you it was the two of us who walked in on you… while you were you know…"
"Yeah. Uh yeah she did." I stumble on my words not wanting her to continue but not knowing exactly what to say to her either.
Wanting to get this over with as soon as possible I find the courage to speak up. "I am really sorry about what you walked in on. It was completely unprofessional and we promise not to let anything like that happen again."
"What you do in your dressing room is completely your business Lucy. You aren't in trouble here at all I just wanted to apologize to you privately. I shouldn't have just let myself into your dressing room without knocking that was an error on my part. I don't care if you spend time with your boyfriend in between scenes as long as it doesn't interfere negatively with your performance."
Slowly I feel the weight being lifted off of my chest despite this conversation being incredibly uncomfortable.
"Even if it were with another cast member?" I question not knowing the rule on dating your costar.
I can clearly see realization dawning on her making it evident she realizes it was Ian in my dressing room not merely my "boyfriend".
With a smile on her face she nods her head. "Yes, even if it is with another coworker."
Swallowing the lump in my throat I smile back at her wringing my hands anxiously. "Great, so are we good here?"
"Yes, you are free to go." Pushing up from my chair I hurry to the door but she stops me just before I can exit. "And Lucy, congratulations. I hope you and your male friend are happy."
"Thank you Mar and we are, very much so."
I shut the door behind me with and exhale deeply. Oh yeah, that was mortifying alright.
"Hey Luce!" Troian says from behind.
"Jesus! What the hell Troian. You keep sneaking up on me today!" She simply laughs at my startled expression yet again.
"How'd the talk go with Mar?"
Rolling my eyes I continue walking back to set. I have another scene starting in roughly ten minutes with all four girls and Ian. "It was fine, thank you."
She picks up her step to keep up with my quick little legs. "I was wondering if you and Ian would be interested in participating in the color run with me and Patrick tomorrow morning? It starts at 10am down on Sunset Boulevard."
"That would be awesome! I've always wanted to do one of those. I'll talk to Ian after we finish filming and see what he says."
Countless hours later we finally wrap the episode. Ian also thought the color run would be a fun way to unwind from our long week of filming. Troian and her fiancé Patrick are going to pick Ian and me up from his house first thing in the morning. Due to the lateness in the hour and the fact that my car is at Ian's house and Troian is planning on picking us up early tomorrow we decide it makes more sense for me to sleep at his place tonight.
When we arrive to his house I grab my gym bag out of the trunk of my car and carry it up to Ian's bedroom. I always keep a spare set of workout clothes in my gym bag in the trunk of my car if I ever want to squeeze in an impromptu workout.
While I would love to continue what we started earlier today in my dressing room I am still too embarrassed about what happened to be even remotely in the mood for sex. Thankfully Ian doesn't mention anything about it nor does he even attempt to make an advance towards me.
Ian gives me one of his t-shirts to wear to bed whereas he strips down to his boxers. We snuggle up together in the middle of his heavenly mattress.
"Goodnight Ian," I mumble lowly into his chest.
Ian presses a lingering kiss to my forehead. "Goodnight Lucy Goose."
Ian's POV
"Ahhhhh!" Lucy shouts in delight along with Troian as all four of us pass the finish line together.
Troian, Patrick, Lucy, and myself are very heavily coated in paint and powder we accumulated during the 5k run we just completed. Lucy has been pumped with energy since we woke up at 7:30 this morning. It is rather clear the long run we just completed did nothing to tire her out. Due to the large crowds of people everywhere plus the vast amount of paint covering our bodies we aren't worried about anyone recognizing us. We are just going with the flow and trying not to have any attention drawn to us.
The four of us hang out for a little bit until the people start to drift away. We decided it would be best to kill some time wondering around before heading home due to traffic being an absolute nightmare right now.
Once traffic has died down we all climb into Patrick's black BMW for him to take us back to my place. When we arrive home I let the dogs outside to enjoy the beautiful weather. Lucy and I head upstairs to kick off our shoes and socks leaving both of us in our t-shirts and shorts.
"Your hair is completely pink." I laugh in amusement running my fingers through the pink hair where you can see the occasional spots where her chestnut locks are trying to fight through the paint.
"You aren't looking too bad yourself with the blue/green/orange coloring your hair has going on." Lucy laces her fingers together behind my neck with her body leaned into mine. "Thank you for doing this with me."
"Of course! I had a blast doing this actually. I'm glad Troian invited us."
"Do you want to take a shower first?" I ask her after a moment. Lucy doesn't respond to my question however. She seems to have drifted away on a thought. "Lucy? Lucy hello? Do you want a shower first?"
Suddenly Lucy attaches our lips in a rough kiss. Her hands reach for my shirt throwing it to the floor within seconds. Her own shirt and pants soon follow suit. Oh good God. The sight of Lucy standing in front of me in a bra and a pair of panties is enough to make me instantly hard in my shorts. I don't know what has suddenly gotten into Lucy but I am more than willing to follow her lead. It doesn't take Lucy long to hook her fingers into the waistband of my shorts effectively yanking them down to my ankles.
I pick Lucy up by her thighs then carry her over to my bed. I carefully lay her half naked body down on my bed. Dear God. Even covered from head to toe in paint of all different colors from this morning's events she is sexy as mother fucking hell.
"I want you," Lucy mewls in my ear. Her nails drag down my back until they sink into my lower back pulling my body flush with hers.
Within the next thirty seconds we find ourselves completely naked with me buried deep within Lucy. I put all of my focus in pleasuring Lucy to the best of my ability. Meanwhile my brain is mentally memorizing all of Lucy's pleasure spots each and every time I discover one.
After we have sex for the first time I carry Lucy into the bathroom where we take a shower in hopes of washing off all of the paint if not most of it. During said shower our hands frequently drifted from simply washing off the paint from each other's body's to much more suggestive caresses. I've never had such a mind-blowing shower sex experience than the one I had today with Lucy. This has turned out to be by far one of the best days of my life. Lucy Hale is one special woman.
Sorry I didn't get this posted yesterday. Can't wait to see your guys' response to the chapter. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and can't wait to continue on!