(based off the movie, An Awfully Big Adventure, male Stella)PL had asked you to dance with him at the after party for a play called Hook in a shabby theatre the two of you worked at. He, the star and beloved infamous actor, and you, simply a intern teenage boy unpaid and working behind the scenes. How could he ever love you? Perhaps it’s because you remind him of the girl he loved before the war, (after WW2). After that, it rained, so he gave you a ride to your house, instead going to his since the rain was pouring harder than ever before in Liverpool

He offered to take your jacket, putting his and yours on the rack, Jesus, why must he be so charming? He made tea, set it on the table where you sat, and standing before you, hands in his pockets, button up white shirt, and a loose tie. His hair combed before the show, was now wet and falling over his eyes, he brushed some hair out of your eyes, his touch lingering a hot path on your skin when it brushed there

he stood there for a moment, eyes locked with yours with deep affection and longing, before leaning down and capturing yo ur lips in a soft, warm kiss. It ended as quick as it had started, he stood upright, throughly pleased with himself, he finally got to kiss you…and your in his home.

“I apologize, Y/N…” He said quickly, not wanting to discomfort you “I should’ve asked, I don’t know what came over me—“

before he could finish you quickly sat on his bed, legs spread open, breathing taking an abnormally high toll, chest rising and falling with anticipation as you blushed

he suppressed a smirk, leaning on the edge of the bed now, holding himself up by his elbows

“You do know…” He paused, glancing down between your legs before back up to your face “that you must take your trousers off…or shall I?”