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"Hey, you asleep?"
Jenna smiled as she made her way over to the makeshift mountain of blankets currently holding an exhausted looking blonde.
Gwendoline huffed with only the slightest hint of annoyance as she opened one eye to look at the woman (for the first time ever) towering over her,
“I’m making a cake Jenna, what does it look like I’m doing?” It came out as cranky but the smile on Gwendoline's face betrayed any kind of true annoyance at Jenna's interruption. The brunette only laughed in response as she continued standing over her, she had been on her way to lie down in her trailer when the sight of the comfy looking bundle had gained her attention…something that always seemed to happen with Gwen…
She didn’t know what it was but she just felt drawn to her, everyone seemed to, as soon as Gwendoline walked on set it wouldn't take more than a couple minutes to see her surrounded by people, Jenna herself not an exception. Jenna found herself starting up conversations simply so she could feel those blue eyes on her, so that she could smell every waft of expensive perfume that washed over Gwendoline…it was actually embarrassing, that she'd become so infatuated with a woman more than half her age that was more goddess than human.
"Would you like to join, or are you comfortable standing there?" The raspy voice drew Jenna out of her thoughts yet she only frowned as a response, she had only heard the last part of the question. Was she already making a fool of herself? Was she staring? Did she look creepy? Recently people had been telling her that she didn't blink very often when out of camera, oh god, was she just unblinkingly starring?
"I’m sorry wha-" but before Jenna could even finish, a leg swiped behind her knee, and she was falling. Jenna heard a slight ‘oomf’ as she landed…directly on top of Gwendoline, blue eyes were closed and her face contorted, more in mockery than in pain, as Gwendoline laughed off the impact.
"Ouch, why would you do that?"
"Don't be a baby, I'm the one who took the biggest blow, and you were taking too long to answer" was Gwen's response, Jenna's own laugh joining in as she rolled off the the tall woman and chose to simply lay beside her, their arms touching as they both lay on their backs.
"You okay?" Jenna asked after a few moments of silence.
The blonde smiled in response, “Your elbows are a lot sharper than they seem.”
A gasp of feigned outrage came from beside her as the younger woman placed a hand over her heart, “Oh you wound me!” Both laughed slightly before Jenna spoke again, with the courage only an idiot in love could muster “So you’re a tough guy huh?”
"What?" Gwendoline turned her head to look at the dark eyes staring back at her, "Not scared are you now, Miss Ortega?" Gwendoline raised an eyebrow with a sly smile as the brunette’s mouth dropped open at the clear teasing. Sometimes Jenna wondered if Gwendoline knew how in deep she was and did this kind of thing on purpose to torture her.
"Of you?" Jenna scoffed, even though she could feel her face heating, loving the chance to bicker with the woman like this, "pfft…please, you’re the cast's gentle giant"
This time it was Gwendoline’s mouth that dropped open in a false offense, “I’m…a…what did you just call me?!”
"You heard me," Jenna stated whilst leaning further into the blonde’s personal space (like she always seemed to do) both still lying down but now turning onto their sides, "Not very intimidating, just a gentle giant"
It was quicker than she could have anticipated. Gwendoline had straightened up and thrown her arm to the other side of Jenna, leaning on it, with her body now closer than ever to Jenna's, meaning that they were now, (with Jenna still reclined on her side) effectively face to face with each other, mere inches apart. This was doing nothing for the speedy Gonzales imitation Jenna's heart was apparently making…
"Intimidating now Miss Addams…” Oh God, not roleplay…Jenna couldn’t say how many times she had wondered if Gwendoline was into that kind of thing and if not…what was she into? Those kinds of thoughts plagued her mind on restless nights and now they were racing back to her ming at a neck breaking pace.
Gwendoline had leaned down in order to mock the woman trapped between the couch and her body and in turn had noticed the significant darkening of the brown eyes…interesting.
Gwendoline's blonde hair was tickling the fair skin beneath her as hot breaths danced across her jaw, Jenna was trying hard not to allow her eyes to close as she reveled in the feeling of Gwen so close the younger woman could feel her body through every inhale she took…was her breathing getting faster?
Jenna hadn’t noticed, until now, the free hand which wasn't holding Gwendoline in front of her was now easing up and sliding onto her own, which automatically curled her fingers with the blonde's. Jenna's breath caught in her throat as slender fingers responded to her gesture, folding over to encase Jenna's hand.
Blue eyes flickered between her own as if trying to make sense of what was happening, neither knew and neither wanted to stop it whatever it was. It had been so long since Jenna had been with anyone else, since she wanted to be with someone else. As for Gwen, she and Giles had decided to go their separate ways for at least a while, after too many heated discussions that turned into plain pointless arguments, they both saw it wasn't good for any of them and while they loved each other it was becoming more platonic each day that passed, not that the blonde had told that to anyone but her mother.
Now, with her co-star beneath her, she finally realized that Jenna's flirting wasn't so innocent as Gwendoline had thought before, she couldn’t do anything but allow the gentle smile to cross her features.
Jenna's expression automatically mirrored her own as the blonde untangled their hands in order to brush back a lock of dark hair behind Jenna’s ear and let her hand fall to cup her cheek.
"You’re beautiful…and an idiot, you should have told me earlier" Gwendoline whispered as she tangled their hands again and watched the conflicting emotions crossing the face she had just come to realize she loved to look at.
Jenna inhaled deeply as if breathing the comment in, before turning her face in order to raise their hands and place a kiss in the palm of a warm hand, then the skin of a wrist thundering with a telltale pulse. Next a kiss was placed in the curve of an elegant neck, the corner of a jaw, a heated cheek, the corner of a mouth and finally…
"BOMB!"
Both women yelped in surprise at the small body that had just come flying into them. “What the-“
"Isaac?" Jenna asked in surprise, her hand still holding Gwendoline's as the both of them were toppled over and were pinned beneath the body of her on-screen brother. "What are you still doing here?"
His voice was muffled by the blankets his face was pushed into, one arm on either one of his co-stars, his body between theirs and right on top of their hands now stuck together.
One minute Gwendoline had felt the slightest pressure of lips she had never dreamed of, never dared to, pressed against her own…and the next? She had been rugby tackled by a 10 year old. “Awesome timing kid” Jenna breathed and caught the small chuckle from the blonde. When Isaac didn’t answer back however, his only reply the deepening of his breaths, Jenna's brow furrowed, “no…there is no way he has fallen asleep this fast!” she groaned.
Gwendoline laughed before she straightened to pull the, now sleeping boy, into the space between them properly so that his head laid on her chest rather than risk the possibility of suffocating from his position. “Looks like it,” she smiled softly when his arm moved around her waist.
Jenna took the opportunity to lean up onto her arm for support in order to watch the two.
"What?"
She hadn’t noticed Gwen looking back at her. “Nothing…” Jenna smiled and shook her head as she moved to cover the blonde's hand with her own, “lucky guy…” she said jokingly and the laugh that reached her ears made her heart clench, at all the beauty that it held but also at the realization of their age difference, of how weird her affection must seem to the other woman, how Jenna must appear just a little girl with a silly girl crush Gwendoline had to endure.
Gwendoline reclined and Jenna did the same by her side, her eyes burning with the knowledge a little nap would do them all a world of good whilst they waited for the night shooting to begin. She was almost asleep but still restless with intrusive thoughts when she felt soft lips pressed against her own for a long moment, she breathed in the feeling, savoring every second until Gwendoline pulled back. Isaac’s head cradled in her free arm and the blonde’s fingers laced with her own, rubbing patterns on the back of her hand with her thumb. “Sleep a little Jenna”
Jenna obliged, closing her eyes once more, her smile never leaving her face, she fell asleep before she could say anything else…