unearthed.

"Did you have a nice night with your husband?" He asked her in a low voice as he leaned in towards her. His fingers traced against her jaw and his eyes fell on her lips. Even now in the dark of the night with the clock striking four in the morning. The only thing that mattered to him was her as he leaned in towards her with a charming smile, until their lips were barely inches apart from each other.

a hunger filled her as he got closer and closer. the distance, the gap between them, hung even heavier in the air as it dwindled to almost nothing. she wanted to close it so badly, to be the one to give in and show him the hold he had on her. but she spoke instead. "i always have a nice night with him. and i still spend every night thinking of you."

she stood, a little unsteady on her feet from the night cap she'd been sipping on. she didn't need alcohol to want hunter. no, her mind and body craved him all on their own. but it gave her the courage to act, and god, she wanted to act. she raised one hand, letting her fingers play with his hair for a moment before tightening her grip at the back of his head. "if we're going to keep playing twenty questions, there are some things i would love to learn about you. just remember—show, don't tell."

kaya wasn't used to rejection—when she got the sense that someone wanted her, she was usually right. and in spite of darcy's words, she had a feeling this was no different.

he scooted closer to her, peering at the email. a quick scan and then it was gone - he probably had the same email somewhere in his inbox, but managing his correspondence was another weakness of his. "oh, yes, i'm sure you're quite awful behind the scenes." he teased with a soft laugh. vienna had been amazing to him so far and while he thought she was a great actress, he didn't think that she was willing to put on a performance for this long. "well. i'm in if you are. but wouldn't it be pretty embarrassing if we get caught?" he was still quite new on the scene, and one scandal could really tank his career before it got off the ground. "we'll have to be pretty comfortable with each other, won't we?"

still... that didn't mean she couldn't make the choice to go along with the plans.

vienna shifted, turning to face him now that he sat beside her. "you make a good point. if we want to put on a good show, we need to know our lines, right?" her gaze studied him for a moment, and a fleeting thought passed through that these were lines she wouldn't mind getting to know better. "so tell me a secret."

her focus shifted to answering his question, and she turned her phone to face him, an email lighting up the screen. "i don't know how much planning we'll have to do... looks like they already have an itinerary for us." she clicked the phone off, launching them back into the softer lighting of the room around them. "i guess the expectations are the same as the expectations for our day job... be where we're supposed to be and make it believable. and once the cameras are off, we can be as awful to each other as we want." a wide grin spread across her face at that.

plot: emina is photographing a wedding and one of the guests is the one that got away. she had to spend the day seeing her ex loved up with someone else.

connection ideas: her ex, the new girlfriend of her ex, her current boyfriend, a random wedding guest (gimme chemistry pls)

the first few times she'd laid eyes on the wedding's photographer, she'd written off the strange, longing glances as a coincidence. the woman was just in a bad mood or something. right? but two hours into the reception, the tension had become too heavy to ignore—the same tension she could now feel rolling off of her own boyfriend like steam. serra didn't know much about her beloved's ex, and she liked it that way. as far as she had always been concerned, there was no ex. but it was becoming more and more clear that as long as this woman was around, she would have to fight for her boyfriend's attention. and she hated that.

she approached from behind, analyzing the defeated sigh as it left emina's mouth. if she was looking for the right time to strike, she'd found it. she offered no smile as the woman spoke.

"a pr relationship?" quentin questioned with a shocked look on his face. he knew that actors still did them, of course, but he never imagined he would be asked to start a fake relationship with his costar. "i mean.. is this what you want? would you even be okay with this?"

based on this

marisol should've been sleeping, but it was her sister's birthday, and she'd been roped into a night out; not that it took much convincing. the promise of alcohol after a stressful week was enough to get her rsvp. the potential to run into her sister's best friend sweetened the deal.

it was nearing last call and a majority of the bar's patrons had gone home, but she found herself reentering after loading her sister into an uber and smoking half a cigarette. her heart rate picked up almost imperceptibly when she spotted sienna still perched on her barstool, though not from shock. it was exactly what she'd expected—and wanted—to find inside.