Adam Driver one shots

Chapter Two: And, Action!

"Oh dear gods, no," I groaned, looking over my script once more to make sure I hadn't misread anything. "Please don't make me do this."

"It's just one scene, Y/N," The director of Girlsassured. That still wasn't making me feel better. The jumbled heap of butterflies in my stomach was still there.

"I don't know about this...." I hesitated. "And why the heck am I even doing this? He's with Lena! His character isn't in love with mine!"

"It's a matter of popularity," The director replied. "The fans ship you two like crazy. And in order to keep the show running, we have to give the people what they want."

"This is ridiculous." I sighed.

"You're an actress, Y/N. It's just an act."

"Fine," I agreed reluctantly. "I'll do your stupid scene."

"See you on set in ten." The director chirped, patting me on the shoulder before whisking away. Sighing, I ran my fingers through my hair, heading to set to change. "Alright," I said to the costume designer. "What am I wearing?"

"It says here........" He trailed off, scrolling through the list of outfits for this episode. "This." He said, handing me an incredibly revealing set of lingerie.

"WHAT?!" I practically screeched.

"It's a sex scene, what did you think?" He retorted.

"This is not happening." I groaned, pressing my fingers against my temples.

"Y/N!" the co-director called, beckoning me over. Huffing, I folded my arms, making my way over to him. "We need you to change and get in position," He said. 

"Once you're ready, just get in there. Adam's already changing as we speak." He instructed, pointing to the bed in the center of the set.

Even though every inch of my body was screaming for me to refuse, I nodded, making my way to the nearest bathroom. It wouldn't be so bad, would it? 

Sure, Y/N, it's just lying in bed practically naked with the man you've loved since episode one. Shut up! I mentally argued with myself. Once I was done changing, I wrapped a towel around my body, heading back to set.

As the director promised, Adam was already lying in bed, the blanket resting low on his hips. My face flushed as a burning heat pooled in my gut. Just do it and get it over with.

"Turn around." I told him.

"Whatever you say." Adam laughed, covering his eyes with his hands. I slipped under the covers, making sure I was totally concealed before ripping the towel off, letting it drop to the floor.

"You can look now." I told him. He dropped his hands, resting them on his bare chest.

"You okay?" He asked, a hint of amusement in his tone. He thought this was funny?!

"Peachy." I muttered, flashing him a look.

"Aw, come on, Y/N, it's not that bad," Adam said, turning to face me. His head was propped up on his elbow, a smirk plastered to his face.

"I'm practically fucking naked, Adam." I gritted my teeth.

"Yea, so am I." He replied cheekily, only intensifying the desire in me. I folded my hands on my forehead, praying it would just be over.

"And, ACTION!" The director shouted, the echo of the clapper ringing through the studio. 

Without another word, Adam leaned down, capturing my lips with his. Fighting to regain my composure for the scene, I placed my hand on the back of his neck, kissing him passionately.