it's been ages since i last uploaded i know but i found this recently and thought that I might as well continue it! i'm so sorry but better late than never right...

YVETTE'S POV

I climb into the tent with Rita. I feel her body tense as I climb over her and wait for Carter to give us instructions.

"So like," Rita starts.

"Look, shrimp girl, it's totally okay man. I'm over us. I banged a 8 last night."

I was lying about being over us, but damn, I did bang an 8 last night. Okay…maybe she was more like a 7…or 6.5. But then again, everyone's score is shit when you compare it to Rita.

"It's been like…two weeks."

I sense that she's slightly hurt, but I try not to let it get to me.

"In case you haven't realized, people like me don't catch feelings," I say, emphasizing on how gross it is to catch feelings. It actually really is.

Rita stares at me, trying to figure out if I'm trying to lie my way through or if I'm telling the truth. I'm a little bit of both, which throws her off. I like watching that brain of hers whirl in motion.

"Okay, ready?" Carter shouts, "Reagan, you're on top."

Rita lies back down as I straddle her. The muscles in her body are completely tensed up.

This is going to be SO FKING FUN.

"ACTION!"

I lean down and kiss her. Her facial muscles are tense and it was pretty much like making out with a wall.

"CUT!"

"ACTION!"

"CUT!"

"ACTION!"

"CUT!"

"God, will you just separate your personal and professional life for once and just do this scene properly so I can stop making out with a tree bark?"

Rita's eyes flash.

"Fine."

"ACTION!"

I lean down again to kiss her, but this time she kisses me back like she means it. Before I know it, her hands are everywhere; on the bottom of my back pushing my body closer to her; on the side of my face, cradling my jawline; at the back on my neck, fingers gently massaging the tip of my shoulder.

When I finally pull away, she smirks.

"Who's the tree bark now?" she whispers, pulling me again for another kiss.

Two can play at this game.

I separate from her and start kissing down her collarbone, trailing tiny kisses down to her stomach, which is where I usually stop, but I go further south this time, and I feel her body react.

I forget that there are cameras all around us.

She yanks roughly on my hair to pull my head back up to face hers.

"There are cameras here," she says, fake smiling.

"ARE WE DONE?" I ask Carter.

"CUT. Usually I'm the one who decides, but seeing that you two have some issues, that'll do."

Carter's pissed, but Rita's fuming mad. She shoves my body off hers and climbs out of the tent.

"The hell were you doing?" Katie says, dragging me out from the tent as Rita storms past her.

"Acting?"

"Stop playing with her feelings you dick."

"I'm just being professional, Katie."

I push her off and stalk into my trailer.

Rita and I don't speak until the mid-season finale party.

There's booze, which helps.

"So, how's it like working the cameras and stuff…?" I say as I flirt with a cute cameraman.

"Actually…I don't do filming. I'm an screen editor?"

"Cool. So how does that work?"

Suddenly, Rita comes out of nowhere, steps in between us and plants a kiss forcefully on my lips before dancing off.

"So, you see, if I saw that on tape, I'll just cut that part right out."

I laugh.

"You can?"

"I can. On tape. You should talk to her instead of hit on me. She clearly has feelings."

"I don't do feelings. Or girlfriends."

"So you're straight?"

"I don't do boyfriends either. I do flings."

"Well, I do boyfriends, so you're barking up the wrong tree, really."

"Damn. Your ass is hot."

"I know, but you're saying that as you check out Rita's ass, so I'm not sure how much you really mean it."

He laughs and shrugs off. I can't decide if he's genuinely nice or just a douche.

I walk up to Rita.

"Wanna get out of here?"

She takes a bottle of scotch with her and we make a run for it.