dress; (pedro pascal imagine)
obs: english isn’t my native language
They have no idea about you and me
They can't understand how it all this started, a real roller coaster of emotions. They don't know about our secret moments in a crowded room. They don't know you left your mark on me. They have no idea about you and me.
I remember when we met on that series set. You wore the Mandalorian costume and your best smile stamped on your face with age marks already, the helmet in one hand and the script in the other. And I wore that pleated skirt and red lipstick that turned your world upside down. Just one of Jon Favreau's assistants. There isn't a day that I don't thank all the Gods for being lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time. For being cast by Jon to work that week.
You looked me up and down as I sipped my Starbucks coffee, and you gently ran your finger across the corner of my mouth, where my lipstick was slightly smudged. And it was there that a tension between us was created. You stared into my eyes and managed to read my entire soul in just seconds. I felt goosebumps all over my body from just a touch of your finger and a deep look. I was in the palm of your hand within seconds.
That week we built a friendship of souls, it was real. So Jon started calling me more often to work. We got to know each other more and more. We could hardly imagine the direction things would take.
You hung up on recordings just to spend more time talking to me. Soon you became my best friend and I still didn't understand why my heart danced just to the sound of your voice. In fact, I preferred not to understand what was already obvious. Pedro, I fell in love with your soul. I fell in love with the best person in this world. Despite everything, I preferred not to show anything, fearing your reaction. All this silence and patience, generated apprehension and anticipation. My hands are shaking from resisting you. I Carve your name into my bedpost and in my notebooks because I don't want you as a best friend. I remember that day when we accidentally ended up kissing, not even knowing who took the initiative first. We decided to forget. I swear I tried but I failed.
Even in my worst moments, you could see the best of me. Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me.
Jon invited me to the premiere of the show, then you did the same, so I could be your date. Best friend accompanying her friend, that's what she appeared to be.
On the day of the premiere, I made sure to look beautiful not only for whoever was there, but for you, mainly. I took a relaxing bath in the hotel bathtub and dressed in my black lingerie, even a garter belt. I used creams and perfumes. I put on my red dress, with a huge slit from hip to toe. Only bought this dress so you could take it off. That's what went through my mind all the time while I was wearing that outfit.
When the makeup and hair were done, I went to the event. You said my name and everything just stopped. When I turned around, there you were staring me up and down. My red lipstick got you, I know, and I knew it in that moment.
"That slit in the leg is sexy." whispered in my ear as you kissed me on the corner of my lips.
In that moment, I understood your intentions for the night. And I won't deny it, they were mine too. We were in sync, as usual. Inescapable, I won't even try. And if I get burned, at least we were electrified.
We drank so much that everything was starting to spin. We made the devil feel shy when we were alone in that premiere party space. We were just devouring each other with the looks, but you were the first one to give in. For God's sake, I'll never forget when you placed your hand on my waist and slowly slid your hands to my thigh, leaving goosebumps on me. I threw my arms around your neck and lightly scratched your bare skin.
"I've wanted to do this for so long." you whispered softly into my ear and spread kisses down the side of my face until you finally reached my lips, rested your thumb there and went back to whispering - "That red lipstick of yours... I can only think of it all over my body."
And that was the trigger for me to kiss you right away, with ferocity and desire. I've been looking forward to this since I met you, Pedro. You can't imagine.
I keep memories of that night in my soul. You went with me to my room, we made sure to get laid wherever possible.
"Only just bought this dress so you could take it off." - I revealed without caring for the consequences. In that moment, you devoured me. Ripped off my dress and laid me on the bed. In that room, we fucked until we ran out of air. You got addicted to my body, we were never satisfied with each other. Endless hunger.
I remember we taking a bath together. I'm spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we're both drunk again. After that day, it was hard to hide the flame we had when we were together, in the same place. Everyone thinks they know us, but they don't know anything about it.
Now I wake up by your side. My one and only, my lifeline.