[FANFIC] The Trouble with Hearts

PART 6 - THUS THE DILEMMA BEGINS

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PART 6 - THUS THE DILEMMA BEGINS

The trouble with hearts is that while you can rationalize the hell out of people, consider causes and effects, and analyze situations, ultimately, logic fails. In the end, the heart wants what the heart wants.

How hard can it be to act like a passed-out drunk? Apparently, for me, it was a challenge. I still get the urge to bang my head out of frustration and pure embarrassment whenever I remember shooting that scene on TharnType The Series with P'Mew. Our first actual kissing scene for the series.All I needed to do was lie down and let P'Mew kiss me. All I needed to do was act like a log -- heavy, immobile and unresponsive. And yet I kept kissing P'Mew back. With. Tongue.

There I was, eyes closed, lying down like a passed-out drunk as I should be based on the script. P'Mew did all the heavy lifting on that scene, but then I felt his hand caress my face, his thumb graze my lips, before moving down to touch my neck. Then I heard his soft and silken voice expressing his attraction to me.

I kept thinking, 'I am Type. He is Tharn. I am Type. Right now, I am Type and he is Tharn.' I repeated the mantra like a lifeline, especially when I felt P'Mew's lithe fingers undoing the buttons of my shirt. 'Alai wa? I am Type. I am Type. Right now, I am Type and he is Tharn.' But dammit, all I could think of was P'Mew.

After the initial assault of his caress, I felt P'Mew's warm lips touching my neck before traveling down to my chest. I barely stifled a moan. I would be lying if I said I didn't feel his kiss straight down there. I felt every single contact down to my core. Down there.

My one hand clung to P'Mew's shoulder and the other went up to his neck, and when he pinned my hand down, I knew it was getting serious. My heart thumped loudly in my chest, I barely heard anything else. He kissed my chin, then my neck, and then I felt him tower me.

"I want to see you when you wake up and find out that you spent the night with me. How crazy will that drive you?"

He's Tharn. He's Tharn. He's Tharn. I'm Type. I'm Type. I'm Type. I felt P'Mew's lips gently graze my forehead and then both my eyes, before finally capturing my slightly ajar lips. He's my P'Mew. And then I kissed him back. With tongue.

P'Mew's lips felt both soft and hot, and the way he kissed was beyond mind-blowing. We kissed during the workshop before, but those kisses were a lot tamer in comparison. And when he felt my tongue peak out, I felt him slightly stiffen before taking back full control and thoroughly ravaging my lips with both eagerness and urgency.

"CUT!" P'Tee yelled, and broke through our reverie.

I knew right then and there that I fucked up. And when I opened my eyes, P'Mew was towering over me. He looked mighty pleased, and was sporting a smirk on his lips.

"When it's a kiss scene, you really are going to kiss, are you?" P'Mew jokingly asked. He was a bit breathless, and his cheeks were flushed. I knew he was trying to lighten up the situation, but it didn't ebb the embarrassment that I felt.

"Nong Gulf, you're supposed to be drunk, not kissing back," P'Tee patiently reminded.

"Shai khrub. I'm sorry, P'Tee. I'll do better next time." I felt the tips of my ears heat up, and knew for sure that my cheeks were red as a ripe tomato.