"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much," Juliet said. "Which mannerly devotion shows in this; for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss." She pressed the palms of their hands together between them.

"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?" Romeo replied, leaning closer to her.

Juliet stepped back, easily dodging him. "Ay, pilgrim," she said with a laugh. "Lips that they must use in prayer."

"O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; they pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."

"Saints do not move," Juliet declared. "Though grant for prayer's sake."

"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged." Juliet's eyes fluttered shut as Romeo pressed a chaste kiss to her lips.

She opened her eyes and smiled wryly. "Then have my lips the sin that they have took?"

"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!" Romeo cried, and Juliet laughed again, moving her arms to circle around his neck. "Give me my sin again," he said.

Their entwined silhouettes stood out against the curtain of rain that came down beyond them, missing them by inches as they kissed beneath the awning.

"Cut! Great work, guys. Take five and we'll do it again."

Marinette felt Adrien pull away, but it took her a moment for her eyes to flutter open. She felt as though she were still in the story, and frowned, disoriented at the change.

"I think that was pretty good," Adrien said.

"Yeah!" Marinette said. Why did her voice sound like she was being strangled? "Yeah," she said, trying for a more even tone.

Adrien smiled. "I'm going to go to the bathroom quick."

"Okay," Marinette said, nodding. "I'm...going to get my makeup touched up. And to get a drink of water. So...that's where I'll be." She cleared her throat, inwardly cringing.

"Okay. I guess I'll...see you in a few," Adrien said, heading in the direction of the bathrooms.

"Yup," Marinette said, backing away. "See you -"

"Ow!" someone exclaimed.

Marinette whipped around. "Oh! I'm so sorry, Alya, it's this stupid dress. Did I step on your foot?"

"Yes," the makeup artist muttered. "Let me guess, you were talking to or thinking about Adrien, and got distracted."

Marinette moaned and collapsed into a chair. "This is killing me, Al," she said miserably. "I have to kiss the guy I like for a living."

"Poor you," Alya said dryly. "Truly, never was a story of more woe."

"It's not as fun as you think, you know," Marinette said. "To playact like a couple and then snap back to reality where you're barely even friends."

"You have to loosen up, girl," Alya said, dusting powder across Marinette's cheeks. "Relax. Maybe ask him out for coffee."

"It's not that simple," Marinette said. "I was horrible to him. I think he still hates me."

"Then you have nothing to lose! What's the worst that could happen?"

"He scorns me, I'm humiliated, and the rest of the shoot is crushingly tense and awkward."

Alya raised an eyebrow. "More awkward than it is now?"

"Yes," Marinette said. "Right now we're making small talk, we're being friendly. I don't want to make it weird."

"Because it wasn't weird at all yesterday, when you told him he was - what was it? 'Amazing at holding things!"

Marinette glanced away. "That wasn't my finest moment."

"I've known you for as long as you've known Adrien, have I not?" Alya said.

"You have."

"I have worked on every movie set the two of you have been together on, have I not?"

"Yeah, how do you manage that?"

"I'm well-connected. The point is, I've watched that relationship from the very beginning, and I'm telling you, his behavior hasn't changed."

"That doesn't mean his feelings haven't changed since he asked me out."

Alya snapped her kit closed. "Whatever you say, Mari."

"I don't think I'd be comfortable dating someone I work with anyway."

"Why not? I'm doing it. It's great," Alya said, pointing a makeup brush at her boyfriend. Nino waved from the director's chair.

"You're more fearless than I am, Alya. And things work out for you."

Alya rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Ask him out at the wrap party, then. You'll be done working together."

"No, we won't," Marinette said. "We're supposed to do Pride and Prejudice together next year."

"Wow, seriously? You didn't tell me that."

Marinette sighed. "It isn't official yet. Anyway, I'm not asking him out, and definitely not today, so drop it." She took a drink from her water bottle. "Shouldn't he be back by now? I'm ready for another take."

"I would be too, if I were you," Alya said, wiggling her eyebrows. "I've always meant to ask - is he a good kisser?"

"Alya!"

"Okay! Fine, tell me later."

Notes:

In the KITR webseries, the only character besides the leads is the disembodied voice of the director, but I felt like Alya really had something to add to this story. So here she is!

I'm so excited about the next chapter. It should be up soon! I've had it mostly written for weeks.

You can find me on tumblr as peggiecarter :)