ollie directing a play where he and you have to kiss and during rehearsal being the perfectionist he is he makes you do the kiss over and over again so you ask 'are you using this as an excuse to kiss me' and he goes 'i am not!!!!! i am a professional' 😃😃😃
Hello, @mariyatakeuchi ! Sorry that this took so long, I was completely stumped on what to write. Thank you for the suggestion!
@lapis-lazuliie helped me for the start of this, so thank you to them too!
I'm a Professional! - The League of Gentlemen Imagines (Ollie Plimsolls x Reader)
"No, that's not it"
Ollie walked over to the desk and leaned on it. He looked like a teacher lecturing his student. "You aren't doing it right!"
You sighed in exasperation, lowering the script to your side as you looked at him, "God, Ollie. We've done this scene 12 times already."
"Yes, and it has to be perfect!" His mouth set in a frown, "Don't you know anything about kissing?"
You blinked at him, "What?"
He pushed himself off the desk and began waving his hands as he spoke to you, like you were a child. "You know... the act of moving your mouth against someone else's?"
Your forehead creased in confusion, "Yes, of course I do-"
"Then why don't you SHOW me?"
You bristled quietly as you shot a look to Dave and Phil, who were acting as the audience, both watching you with wide eyes; Dave gave a hesitant smile but Phil, sensing the frustration in you, eventually raised a hand.
"Um... Ollie?" You glanced at Phil, remaining silent as Ollie turned to him. Phil continued on, his voice soft, "Don't you think... you should go a bit easier on Y/N? They are a new addition to the group and aren't exactly...accustomed to you."
You watched as Ollie's hands balled into fists, "How could I possibly go any easier on them when they keep messing up?"
Dave now entered the conversation, "They aren't messing up! You're just a bloody... perfectionist!"
A wave of embarrassment washes over you as you realise you've caused an argument. Ollie turns to you, "Let's do it again! And this time... I want more passion! You're supposed to love Gabriel, MY character".
He walks over to you, placing his hands on your waist. No matter how many times he does this, the sensation still makes you jump. "Now put your hands on my shoulders" he mutters, now quiet and gentle. However, there's still a sense of dominance in his voice. You obey and slowly trail your hands up, placing one in the crook of his neck. His sweater was so soft and you can't help but glance at his plump lips as they move towards yours, your eyes fluttering closed as he makes contact.
Instead of pulling away, he pulls you closer to him. You inhale through your nose, running out of breath. Then... he lets go.
Your face twists into a smile, but that disappears when you see his furrowed eyebrows and the glance he's giving you over his glasses. "We'll try again later" He sighs and steps away from you, now speaking to his 'audience' "You two get the backboard out of the van. We need to rehearse the fight scene".
Phil and Dave hesitated. "Well hurry up!" Ollie shouted. With that, the duo sighed and walked slowly out of the room. Ollie watched them leave. He didn't utter a word to you as he returned to his desk. The papers littering his desk were being sorted into neat piles.
"Ollie-" You say, touching his shoulder.
"What?" He doesn't turn to look at you but you could imagine his face just from the annoyance in his voice. His hands scrambled angrily over his desk, collecting wads of paper that he then stuffs into his drawer.
"I know what you're doing" You say, making yourself louder so that he can hear. "You're using this scene as an excuse to kiss me, aren't you?"
All of a sudden, his hands stop moving. He stands there, slightly bent over the table. With a swift movement, he stands straight and turns to look at you. An offended expression paints his face, but it is also covered with a dusting of pink. "Of course not! I'm a professional!"
"That... doesn't really mean anything" You laugh, admiring him.
As much grief as he's given you over these past few weeks of rehearsals, he really is quite cute. His oversized jumper and glasses, his swooped blonde hair. You notice that he's actually quite attractive underneath all that anger, especially when he's rendered speechless before you. Things that you hadn't really noticed before came into view, like his impressively chiseled jawline and his darting blue eyes. Those lips... lips that you realise you've kissed multiple times today. His features really didn't look as child-like as you remember.
Ollie opens his mouth to protest, but closes it again. His gaze shifts to your lips and they linger there. Getting the message, you lean towards him and press your lips onto his. He gives a long exhale through his nose, running his hands over your waist just like he did in the scene. Your arms hook around him and snake up to the back of his neck, deepening the kiss by pushing his head closer to yours. Unlike in the scene, however, his hands travelled down to hold your hips.
The way his hands moved so expertly made you feel that he must've done this before. Ollie's legs were pressed back against the desk so that he was practically pinned to it. Your lips parted for a second, before rushing to continue the heated kiss for another short while.
Then you stepped away from him, panting. He stared at you with a surprised look on his face, also breathing heavily.
"Was that passionate enough for you?" You rasp, still gasping for air.
"It was... perfect"
I hope you enjoyed this!
