After the accident, both Anna and Skylar's filming projects give them the week off to recover. When she is released from the hospital, he drives them to a secluded cabin in the woods. After the long drive, they collapse into bed and both fall into a deep sleep. The following morning, she wakes to find him already awake and staring at her.
"You're kind of creeping me out," she tells him as she yawns and stretches, her pajama top riding up to reveal the creamy skin of her abdomen. She lays back down into his embrace as he begins to absently trace patterns on her bare skin with his fingertips.
"Sorry," he apologizes, "I just can't stop thinking about how close I was to losing you, in more ways than one."
"I'm totally fine, I promise," she whispers, snuggling even closer to him. "You don't have to treat me like I'm going to break."
"Have I been?" he asks, surprised.
"Sky, you've barely touched me since the accident," she tells him.
He studies her then, her hair tousled from sleep, and her body curled around his. He runs his fingers through her hair, tracing the side of her face until he reaches her chin. He tilts her face up to meet his, and his lips brush against hers before he kisses her fully. She lets out a soft moan as he deepens the kiss, his hands moving to the small of her back, pressing her fully against his body.
They kiss slowly, relearning each other's mouths, and when he breaks the kiss they're both breathing heavily. He takes her hand and presses it to his now racing heart. "Can you feel that? It's for you. It's all because of you."
She rolls him onto his back and straddles him, her hips grinding deliciously onto him as she takes his hand and puts it on her breast. "And these," she grins wickedly, "Are all for you."
He lets out a low growl that's almost primal as he looks up at her, a glorious vision of perfection hovering over him. "Two months," he groans, "Two painful, excruciatingly long months."
"Oh don't you worry," she replies, raising her eyebrows, "I fully intend to make up for lost time."
And they do.
"You know," he tells her later, "I don't think I'm ever going to be able to get enough of you."
"Good," she smiles up at him, her body weight covering his, "Because I don't plan on leaving this bed for the whole week."
They talk, catching up on the past few months they spent apart. Eventually, they have to get up to eat, and shower, and do other things required of them, but for the most part they stay in bed. At one point she looks up at him, "I really hate that we have to spend so much time apart, but I guess because of it I don't take any moment I have with you for granted. And I don't think that's a bad thing."
He hugs her tightly against him, "No, not at all. I feel the same way. Plus, you'd probably grow bored with me if you saw me all the time. The heat might fizzle out of our relationship."
"It hasn't yet," she replies, running her hand along his thigh in the way that she knows drives him crazy. "In fact, I think it just keeps getting hotter."
"Me too," he whispers, rolling her over and kissing her passionately. They can both still feel that electric current flowing between them as his body immediately responds to their close proximity. "God, Anna," he breathes, trailing hot kisses from her lips to her neck, "This goes so far beyond wanting you. I need you."
"I need you too. I'm right here," she assures him, cradling his face in her hands.
No, they definitely don't leave the bed for the entire week.
Unfortunately, time marches on, and they reluctantly leave each other and go back to work. This time, it's only for a few weeks, as he's set to be her date for the Academy Awards later that month. Into the Woods has been nominated, and he's eager to attend. The limousine arrives to pick him up, and the chauffer opens the door to reveal her in a gorgeous floor length crimson gown. Her hair is styled half up in loose curls that frame her face.
"You're stunning," he tells her as he climbs in and sits beside her.
"You're not so bad yourself," she replies, gesturing to his tuxedo. "Are you ready for the craziness?"
"You bet," he smiles, taking her hand for the duration of the ride.
The limo pulls up to the red carpet, and the door opens to reveal a long line of people, reporters, cameramen, and celebrities. It's unlike anything Skylar's ever seen before. He's attended the Emmy awards and a few other big events, but nothing compares to this. As soon as they are in sight, people are screaming for them. "Anna! Skylar!" They can barely see from the number of camera flashes going off all around them. Anna loops her arm through his as they make their way down the carpet, stopping for photos along the way. Robin Roberts waves them over to talk to her.
"And here comes Pitch Perfect's stars Anna Kendrick and Skylar Astin," Robin says to the camera as they approach. She turns to Anna, "So, what I'm hearing has been true, you two are in fact dating?"
"Yes, almost six months now," she smiles up at Skylar fondly, who kisses her on the forehead.
"Yeah, luckily she's still willing to put up with me," he tells Robin.
Anna nudges Skylar playfully in the side as Robin asks, "So Anna, are you pleased by the success of Into the Woods?"
"Oh yes, definitely," she answers, "It was such a wonderful experience to work with such big names like Meryl Streep, Johnny Depp, and Emily Blunt."
"I bet," Robin smiles, "Did you find the singing parts any more challenging than the ones you've done in the past?"
"For sure," Anna answers, "I mean I really had to train for some of the songs. I'm not a naturally talented singer like this guy over here," she says fondly, gesturing to Skylar, "But I hope I made it believable."
"You sure did, and you look fabulous tonight. Best of luck to you!" Robin says, concluding the interview. Anna grabs Skylar's hand as they walk to the theater entrance.
"I told you, craziness," she says into his ear as they find their seats. Everyone greets them as they enter, and Skylar is amazed how many incredibly famous people now know him by name as well. Anna is practically glowing, and he can't take his eyes off her for the entire evening. He proudly stays by her side at the after-party as well. They're so exhausted that they ask the limo driver to take them back to his place because it's a shorter trip, and he more than willingly helps her out of her gown.
As he pulls down the zipper, he realizes that underneath all that fabric she's wearing a very sheer, lacy red bra and panties. He swallows hard as he lets the gown slip from his fingers and fall to the floor.
"This," she says, looking down shyly at herself, "Is what I was going to wear under that trench coat," she tells him, biting her lip before looking up at him. She takes his tie, winding it around her wrist before pulling him closer to her. "What do you think?"
He's unable to formulate a sentence, so he just scoops her up bridal style and carries her in the direction of the bedroom. She tries to remove the stiletto heels she's wearing when they reach his room. "Leave them on," he says huskily, tossing her into the bed before jumping on top of her while she gasps in delight.
The following morning they wake to the sound of the doorbell. He throws on a pair of sweatpants and shuffles out of the room, telling Anna to stay in bed.
He opens the door to reveal Camp. "What the hell are you doing here?" he asks as she pushes past him and into the apartment.
She spins around to face him. "I saw that ridiculous display last night at the Oscars. It's really pathetic Skylar, following her around like some kind of lovesick puppy. Did any of the interviewers even notice that you were there?"
"It wasn't about being noticed," he grits out, "It was about supporting Anna and going as her date because she asked me to. It was a great evening."
"I can't believe you're doing this, subjecting yourself to this, and all for what? Attention? Are you hoping to get noticed now because you're the famous Anna Kendrick's lapdog?"
"Look, I don't know where you get off!" he's almost yelling now, "What gives you the right to just storm into my house and criticize my relationship? Which, I might add, you know nothing about."
"I know plenty," Camp retorts, "It's always in my face every time I open a magazine or turn on the TV. I just don't get it. We were so great together and you just threw it all away!" She pauses, studying him for a brief moment, "Don't you remember those long nights at my place?" Her tone shifts from angry to soft and seductive. She walks towards him, running her hands down his bare chest, "Come on baby, we could have that again." She leans up, trying to kiss him.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Anna's voice demands, as Skylar pries Camp's hands from his chest and pushes her away from him. They both turn to see Anna standing in the doorway wearing only Skylar's white dress shirt from the previous evening and her red panties.
"I didn't know you were here," Camp splutters, momentarily shocked, "Her car isn't here," she says to Skylar.
"The limo dropped us off last night," he explains.
"Well this is just perfect," Camp scowls, "The star and her lackey."
"Shut up," Anna says to Camp, "You know I've tried to be nice to you, but you just won't go away. And I'm sorry I interrupted this mind-fuck of a conversation, but I think it's for the best if you leave now, and don't ever come back."
"Is that a threat?" Camp asks, walking over to Anna and using her height as an advantage. "Because I'm pretty sure I could take you."
"Please," Skylar interrupts, "Just do us all a favor and get over yourself. Yes, things with us were good, but things with Anna are better, and I'm never going back with you."
"Better than that night we spent up in the mountains?" Camp challenges.
Skylar walks over to Anna and picks her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing her passionately. Anna immediately responds to the kiss, running her hands through his hair as he anchors her hips to him. "Always," he replies to Camp, before attaching his lips to her neck.
"You should go," Anna says smiling as Skylar licks along her collarbone, "Unless you want to stick around and watch us?" She returns her mouth to Skylar's, her tongue delving into his mouth as she cups his jaw with her hands.
Camp is seething, and they hear the sound of the door slamming behind her as Skylar pushes Anna up against the wall. "I gotta say," he says, panting, "That was kind of hot."
She laughs, "That bitch is bat-shit crazy. Thank God I saved you from her." He chuckles as she asks, "So what was so great about that night in the mountains?"
He sighs, lowering her to the floor. "Nothing, really. I mean, compared to how it is with you. If I recall we tried a new position that she rather enjoyed."
"Why don't you show me?" Anna replies, heading in the direction of his room. His dress shirt hits him in the face a second later and he chases after the sound of her laughter, tackling her at the foot of his bed before tossing her onto the mattress and climbing on top of her.
"With pleasure," he whispers huskily into her ear.
And later, Anna knows why Camp is so desperate to have him back, and Skylar knows that he'll never be able to do better than Anna Kendrick.
A/N: As always, thank you for your reviews. One of you mentioned that I should write fanfiction for a living, a huge compliment since I always dreamed of being a published author, but never thought I had enough talent. Please continue giving me suggestions for what you'd like to see happen next in this story, and I'll do my best to honor them!