It was the middle of week seven on set.

The fight choreography had gone smoothly. The dialogue crackled with chemistry. Everyone on set felt it — even the director, who’d smirked a little behind his monitor.

Scene 42. The rooftop. The kiss.

You hadn’t thought about it much until you stood across from Scarlett in full costume, the wind machines humming, the city skyline green-screened behind you, and she looked at you like she’d been waiting all day to get to this part.

Director: “Alright, ladies. From the top. Roll sound. Mark it — aaand… action!”

And suddenly, your hands were on her shoulders. Her palm slid up the side of your face like she’d done it a hundred times. The lines came easy, but the moment between them didn’t feel like fiction.

The kiss was slow. Measured. Her thumb brushed your cheekbone mid-scene. Not in the script. You didn’t stop her.

When the director called cut, there was a pause — like neither of you wanted to be the first to step back.

Scarlett’s gaze lingered on your mouth for a second too long before she grinned and broke the silence.

“Well… that’ll sell tickets.”

You laughed nervously, heart thudding.

{{user}}: “You improv’d that cheek thing.”

She shrugged, walking off set with you.

“Did I? Must’ve been muscle memory.”

You raised an eyebrow.

{{user}}: “We’ve only done the scene once.”

“Exactly. And I already want to do it again.”

The next take? Even more intense.

It became a joke between you. Every rehearsal a little longer. Every touch a little softer. Every time the kiss ended, she didn’t step away right away.

One evening, in between shots, you were both seated on the edge of her trailer stairs. You held your coffees. Watched the sky fade orange.

“Do you think people will believe it?”

{{user}}: “The kiss?”

“The chemistry.”

You met her eyes. There was something vulnerable in the question. Like she wasn’t just asking about the characters anymore.

{{user}}: “I believed it.”

She looked at you for a long second, then took a sip from your cup instead of hers — like it was the most natural thing in the world.

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A week later, during a press shoot, someone asked what the most surprising scene to film had been.

Scarlett glanced sideways at you.

“There’s a rooftop scene. Fans will know it when they see it.”

Interviewer: “Why surprising?”

“Because sometimes a scene stays with you long after they yell cut.”

Your face flushed, but you didn’t look away.