A/N: I've had requests from many of you about writing flashbacks or the first time Damie crossed the line. Since neither fit with what I have planned for Worth It, I figured it'd be best to do another one-shot! Again from Dakota's POV. Hope you enjoy! Xo

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I'm singing a Johnny Cash song, reading over the script Jamie and I were handed on our way out for the day. I can see through the open blinds that he's still in his trailer since the main light is on. I'm tempted to go over and ask if he wants to work on lines before he leaves the set. Alas, I sit on the sofa, we've both had a long day and I'm sure the last thing he wants is to work more.

There's an electricity that's been buzzing between us since day one, and as much as I try to brush it off, it only grows stronger. I am incredibly attracted to him and I can't be. But he's handsome, intelligent, hilarious, and protective. Those instincts in him light a fire inside that I'm afraid will burn me to a crisp. I can't have him even if he is my dream partner. I have to find a way to dismiss my attachment. I should call my mom for advice. She's been doing this twice as long, and surely knows how to cease a connection to a costar.

But dear God the way he mauled me during the elevator scene today made my knees weak. There was a hunger in his kiss that stirred something deep within me. And when he pulled away, jokingly tugging at my cheeks to make me laugh, I saw it in his eyes. That connection we're both trying to deny.

I jump when I hear a knock on the door. "Coming," I say.

I get up to open it and Jamie is standing at the bottom of my trailer steps.

"Hi." I feel my cheeks blush as I try to dismiss the inappropriate thoughts I was just having about him.

"Can I come in?" he asks.

"Of course, yeah." I move out of his way as he enters, carrying his script in hand.

"Saw your light was still on," he said. I swallow the knot in my throat over noticing the same about him. "Wondered if you had time to run through these changes."

"Definitely. I have nowhere to be." I sit down on the sofa once more and he joins, despite there being an empty recliner across from me.

"Today was good," he says for small talk.

"It was. I think you surprised everyone with that kiss."

He smirks. "Including you?"

"Especially me." I break his intense gaze to look down at my script.

He clears his throat. "So looks like they've adjusted some dialogue for the first love-making scene."

I tuck a few loose strands behind my ear. "Okay, we can go over those."

"Umm, page three is where the changes begin."

I flip to page three. The scene is of us sitting on the steps in Christian's apartment. It's the brief introduction to the virginity scene.

"I'll start," Jamie says. "Where have you been?"

I read his line in my head before speaking my own. "Waiting."

Jamie grazes my arm with his hand as he continues. "Men must throw themselves at you."

I meet his stare. "Never one that I've wanted," I whisper.

Neither of us can look away and the intensity between us is rushing like Niagara Falls. The sexual tension is immediate, but I can't suppress it.

"Do you feel that?" he asks quietly.

I nod, my heartbeat increasing. "I've felt it since day one."

He licks his lips. "I shouldn't feel it."

My eyes fall to his hand that still rests on my forearm. "I understand. I wish things—" I stop myself from going on.

"Were different," he finishes for me.

"Jamie, I have a lot of misplaced feelings. And I know that's not fair, but I need to be open with you. It's getting harder for me to hide them."

"Then don't." His fingers slide down to grasp my hand and I let him intertwine our fingers. Both of us drop our scripts on the sofa. Neither of us are here to practice lines and we know it.

"I wish I could have you," I whisper.

"I..." he trails off. "I shouldn't want you the way I do, but I don't think this is something either of us has control over."

I shake my head. "What I would give for one night."

"Dakota." My name is a soft breath that leaves his lips.

"Can I ask a favor?"

He nods. "Anything."

"Can I steal one real kiss? Just between us that no one has to know about."

His smile spreads across his entire face and he looks five years younger. "I'd like confirmation."

I wrinkle my forehead. "Of what?"

"My feelings for you."

The butterflies take full flight in my belly and that familiar draw to him is tugging me closer.

He cups my chin, closes his eyes, and he's really going to kiss me. This is my one chance to have him as mine, so I take advantage of it and meet him halfway.

His lips are plump and gentle. I slide my hand around to the nape of his neck, holding onto his hair for leverage.

He sucks my bottom lip between his and I moan. He takes that as permission to deepen it, his tongue slipping in to find mine.

I wrap both arms around his neck and I feel his fall to my waist. His fingers trail under my shirt to graze my lower back and I'm lit ablaze.

"You have the softest lips," he says, pulling us apart slowly.

I'm panting and totally ashamed that I was ready to hand myself over to him with a simple kiss.

"That was nice." I giggle like an idiot.

"I'm scared," he whispers, his look turning solemn.

"What? Why?" I cup his cheek in my palm.

"I think I'm falling in love with you."

My breath hitches. "Jamie," is all I manage to say.

"I'm an asshole, I know. But I can't stop this magnetic force that's pulling me to you."

I whimper and rest my forehead against his. "I want to love you. Jesus, that's all I want. I want to be yours, and it's killing me that I can't be."

"Don't cry," he says softly, catching my tears as they fall. "Beautiful, sweet girl. I hate to see you like this."

"Life is so fucking unfair. I meet my perfect match, and like the Alanis Morissette song, ironic that you're not available for me to have."

He shakes his head. "I want you too. In fact it scares me because I think I need you. What if we're meant to be?"

"Jamie, that's crazy."

"Is it? Look me in the eye and tell me you don't feel like this is fate. That what we've shared from the beginning isn't written in the stars."

I gaze into his light eyes and I can't lie to him. "And what if we are? Meant to be."

"Then we figure it out. The situation fucking sucks and we signed a contract that forbids us from causing a scandal, but we can try. If you feel the same way then all we can do is try to make it work."

"You're willing to go through hell on a chance this could be fate?" I can't stop my grin.

"Maybe I already know. Maybe the moment I looked into your eyes I saw something so beyond comprehension that I can't even explain it to you now."

"Then..." I slide my fingertips over his bicep.

"Then?" His eyes bounce nervously between mine.

"Then make love to me," I blurt. "Prove to me you're not going to wake up tomorrow and change your mind."

His eyes widen. "You want to cross that line?"

I nod. "I have to know, Jamie. If we're in this together, we're in it all or nothing."

"Okay," he whispers before standing and reaching for my hand.

I offer it as he helps me up and leads me to the bed in the back of my trailer. I could've thought of a more romantic location to spill my guts, but I've wanted to touch him and feel his weight on top of mine since the first time we met in auditions. It's now or never.

He flips the light on and pulls me into his arms. "I want to see everything."

I bite my bottom lip before latching onto his mouth again. I could kiss him for a thousand years. We mold together perfectly as his hands fall to cup my ass and lift me further into the kiss.

I trail my fingers up under his shirt to feel his strong back muscles. They flex beneath my touch and his skin is on fire. He wants this. He wants me the same way I want him. And I know this is dangerous territory we can never return from, but I'm too attached to let go.

I grab the hem of his tee and drag it up his torso, revealing a delicious six-pack and a patch of chest hair that I want to nuzzle every night as I fall asleep in these strong arms.

He smiles down at me when I tug it over his head and toss it. I trail my fingers across his broad shoulders, down his veiny arms, and then back up his abs to rest on his chest. I can feel his heart racing under my palm, so I lean in to press a soft kiss to his sternum.

"You're going to unman me," he mutters.

"I highly doubt that." I cup his face between my hands.

"My turn to explore," he says, gently pulling my shirt up and off of my frame.

I feel exposed and vulnerable, knowing this is us eating the forbidden fruit, but the way his eyes admire me gives me a renewed confidence.

"God, you're beautiful." He dances his fingers across the straps of my bra.

"Touch me," I whisper.

He groans, unclasping it in one swift move as the fabric falls away. My nipples harden in anticipation of his warm tongue.

"Shit." He drops his face to my neck and sucks a path southward to my breasts.

I run my fingers through his soft hair and arch into him when he flicks his tongue over my nipple.

"Mmm, Jamie," I moan his name.

This encourages him as he frantically sucks my breast in his mouth, devouring me. He tugs my hardened peak with his teeth before offering the other nipple the same care. I could orgasm like this.

"So sexy," he mumbles to himself as he lowers to his knees, kissing my trembling stomach on his path.

His eyes glance up into mine when he tugs at my leggings. I giggle and he ceases his actions.

"What?" he asks.

"Give me your hands."

He furrows his eyebrows but follows my directions. I take his large hands and separate his thumbs, tucking them beneath both my leggings and thong.

"Lower them side to side. Slowly."

He chuckles. "I was doing it wrong?"

I nod. "This is sexier."

"Well then." He grins to himself as he drags both down my thighs the way I've shown him. Once he's to my ankles I kick them off.

He sits back on his heels to look at me. I tease him by moving my feet farther apart.

He drops his head and my heart constricts. He can't do this.

"Jamie." I tug on his hair to get him to look at me.

"I'm mesmerized is all." He meets my gaze. "I've fantasized about touching you and tasting you, and now we're here. You're letting me have you and I'm undeserving."

"Oh babe, you're not. I know this is wrong, but we can't overthink it if it feels this right. Love me, Jamie. If this is our chance then don't waste it. Please."

Without further encouragement he presses his face against my core that is already wet for him. I stumble, but he grips the back of my thighs to keep me upright.

"Ah, God," I groan, rolling my hips to the rhythm of his tongue.

"Fuck, you're delicious." He licks a line through my folds and I throw my head back as I tangle my fingers in his hair.

He sucks my clit between his lips and I'm going to unravel. I've dreamed about this too. And it's so much better than I imagined. He knows exactly how to work my body.

"Jamie, don't stop."

He dips his tongue inside me, tugging my folds with his teeth. I hope he lets me come, because I want to watch him drink me up.

"Better than fantasy," he mutters, mirroring my thoughts. It scares me how we do that so easily.

"Please," I beg.

But instead of letting me finish he stands and begins to undo his jeans. I can see the outline of him and I moan. He's huge, of fucking course. He's God's gift to women, naturally he'd be hung.

He drags his pants and boxers over his erection. I'm salivating the second he springs free.

"How is it fair that every inch of you is perfect?" I'm staring and he's laughing at me, but thank God he wants to do this. I'll never be the same once I get a hit of him.

"Like what you see?" he asks, kicking his clothes to the side.

I follow his lead and drop to my knees to worship his cock.

"Christ, Dakota." His fingers are in my hair now, and I give him a few long strokes with my hand.

"I won't be able to walk tomorrow."

He chuckles, but his humor dissipates as I suck him into my mouth. He's so thick and long, what a dream lover.

I hum against his cock and he jerks forward, holding my head in place while I lick the length of him.

"I'll never be the same," he breathes.

I giggle, kissing a path from base to tip and worshipping him while he allows me this privilege.

"Your lethal mouth." His eyes are hooded when I look up into them.

"I want this inside me." I swirl the tip with my tongue again and his stomach quivers.

"I've been starving for you," he says. The seriousness in his voice assures me he means it. He's not caught in the moment. This is an honest intimate display of our pent up emotions.

"Take me, Jamie. Show me the kind of man I deserve."

He growls, pulling me from the floor before pushing me back onto the bed. I bounce and giggle, spreading my legs wide for him to crawl between.

"Condom?" he asks.

I shake my head. "I'm on the pill. Promise."

"Good." He trusts me explicitly as he slides up the bed and over my torso.

I hold his face in my hands to keep our gaze locked. He reaches between us, wetting his head with my juices.

"Ready?" he asks, his eyes pleading with mine.

I nod. "I need you."

He presses into me slowly and I gasp at his size. I've never been with a man so thick before. I've been deprived.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"Just give me time to adjust." I smirk, and don't miss the cocky humor behind his snicker.

"I want this slow, baby. I'm going to savor you."

I moan as he inches in a bit more, sliding out and back in deeper each time. "Oh my God."

"Talk to me," he says, staring down into my eyes. "Let me hear what you want. I want to give you everything."

I'm going to cry. We've barely moved and I've already never been loved like this before.

"All the way," I manage to squeak out.

He takes a deep breath and slams into me, pushing me up the bed as I cry out.

"Yesss," I hiss, stretching to fit him. And he is the perfect fit. Our bodies were made for one another's, and I'm on board with this fate subject. It sure as hell seems like it.

"You feel incredible," he mumbles against my lips, our gaze still locked in place.

"You do." I smile, pecking him quickly.

"I want this to last forever." His voice is soft, almost fragile. I move my hands to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to rest his weight on me. I want to feel his big body, meld it into my memory for lonely nights when we're apart.

Instead of responding, I kiss him again, deepening it this time. He reciprocates and slips his tongue in to mimic the rhythm of his hips. What a sweet rhythm it is—he pulls almost completely out before sinking back in as deep as I can take him. They're purposeful strokes, he's staking his claim and giving me something I can never replace or replicate.

"Jamie," I say into his throat.

He opens his eyes. "What's wrong?"

I shake my head, feeling the tears welling up. "I've fallen in love with you, too."

His face relaxes and his smile spreads. "You mean it?"

I whimper. "I do. I want to love you."

He drops his head to my neck, leaving feather light kisses to my shoulder. "I want us. I want this with you."

The tears stream down my cheeks. "I'll fight for you, Jamie."

He moves his face to peck away my tears as they fall. I watch as he untangles one of my hands so that he can interlock his fingers with mine. He slides our adjoined hands up the bed as he thrusts faster.

"With me," he says. I'm unclear if he means we'll fight for our future together, or if he wants me to come. Either way I trust we're on the same page.

"All the way."

He grins, slamming into me over and over. He's hitting that sweet spot that tightens my belly. I'm close, and I'm going to unravel here in his arms, where I've been dreaming of every single night since we met.

"Now, Dakota." His command sends a shiver down my spine as my orgasm is ripped from within me.

I arch into him, my whole body shaking in pleasure. "Fuck, Jamie," I scream his name. I've never felt this way in my entire life and it's mind-blowing.

"Shit, baby." He bites my shoulder as he stills inside me. I hold him tight and he grunts, filling me with his hot spurts.

I nuzzle his neck and let out all the emotions I'm feeling. "Don't let go yet."

He wraps both arms beneath me, our bodies permanently tethered. He leaves loving kisses to my temple as I cry against his sweaty skin.

"I love you, Dakota," he says.

This makes me cry harder. We shouldn't have done that, and we shouldn't be in love, but here we are.

"Don't leave me," I beg.

He rolls us onto our sides, falling from between my legs and the loss is immediate. I already feel like he's gone.

"Look at me," he says softly.

"I can't. I'm so sorry I'm a mess."

"I am too."

I quiet my cries to gaze up at him and his eyes are glistening. "Jamie..."

"What just happened here is real. Very real. Can't you feel it?"

"I can, that's what scares me. I shouldn't be allowed to need you or want you as much as I do."

He cups my chin. "No turning back. This was a mutual decision, one I've been feeling since we met. I know this makes us shitty people, but I can't deny it any longer. If I didn't tell you how I felt before filming ended, it would've eaten me alive."

"What are we going to do?" I soften a wild hair on his chest.

"Figure it out," he says. "I don't know what that means right now, but we'll make it work. I didn't come here to sleep with you and walk away. Dakota, I came here because I can't stand being apart at the end of the day. I'm the only person on earth who is sad to leave work, and excited to come back every morning. It means I get to spend another day with you, in any capacity."

"I love you," I whisper, smirking at him.

"Whatever it takes, I'll make this work. Do you trust me?"

I try to read his anxious eyes. "With my life, Jamie."

"I promise you we'll get there." He kisses my forehead.

"Can you stay a little longer?" My voice is barely audible as I'm terrified to keep him from his family, the people whose lives we just changed forever.

"I will, yes."

"Just hold me as long as possible," I say. "Because I know I can't keep you."

"Someday," he whispers, cuddling me tight. He breathes me in as I close my eyes to the lull of his heartbeat.

"You're worth it."

I hear his chuckle. "Couldn't agree more, beautiful."

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We're both looking for something we've been afraid to find. It's easier to be broken. It's easier to hide. Looking at you, holding my breath, for once in my life I'm scared to death. I'm taking a chance, letting you inside.

Feeling alive all over again, as deep as the sky, under my skin like being in love, she says for the first time. Maybe I'm wrong, but I'm feeling right where I belong with you tonight like being in love to feel for the first time.

We're crashing into the unknown. We're lost in this, but it feels like home...

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Yes, I had to drop that worth it line in there ;) Please don't forget to vote/comment/share! Thanks for your support of my writing, xo