Unconditionally - Chapter Four

Warnings: SMUT, oral receiving (m & f), unprotected sex (wrap it up), cussing, mention of anxiety

Word count: 5.7+k 

Author’s note #1: because everyone deserves to be loved unconditionally

Author’s note #2: I included links for a couple of things and they are linked in the story where appropriate! And this is Valentine’s Day overload! 

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Over the following weeks the days go by quickly like a runaway freight train. Pedro and you are full steam ahead as you spend the days getting to know each other mentally and emotionally, he and you then spend the nights getting to know each other intimately.

He doesn’t want this feeling to end, he doesn’t want to leave for Brazil – he was to begin shooting a movie. Pedro wants to convince you, needs to convince you to join him in Brazil. Maybe even take a short trip down to Chile and visit his father and younger brothers. He wants them to meet the woman who has become, and is, his forever.

José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal is in love. He is headfirst, head over heels in love with you.

From the moment your hand was inside of his at Kendrick’s birthday he had an inkling of emotions towards you. He wasn’t sure what they were but when you two shared the passionate kiss under the mistletoe six months later he knew, without question, he was in love with you. And he barely even knew you.

Walking along the sidewalk, Pedro glances into a store front. Bouquets of roses and red heart balloons fill the window. It then clicks in his mind; Valentine’s Day is around the corner. His mind begins formulating a plan then he pulls out his cell phone.

He waits till his best friend answers with a rough good morning before saying with excitement, “Oscar!”

“Pedro.”

“I need help!”

“With what?”

“A surprise for Y/N!”

“What kind of surprise?”

“I’d rather explain it in person.”

“Come on over. I’ve got the kids though.”

Pedro shrugs and laughs. “Hey! I’m cool uncle Pepe!”

Oscar laughs, “I’ll get the coffee brewing. See you soon.”

Pedro hangs up his phone and begins walking again. He couldn’t contain the excitement inside of himself with the plan he had come up with.

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You sit in your usual spot at the café a couple of blocks from the apartment you share with your old college friend. You were staring at a blank document, trying to find the words for the scene you were working on. You kept hovering your fingers over the keyboard, hoping the words would come but they didn’t.

The scene involved a character from Kendrick’s show. She’s based off you, and then there’s her ex, who is based off Will. You had to write a good, no, a great sending off scene for them both because the final episode was going to introduce a new love interest for the character, who would be based off Pedro.

You take a sip of your lukewarm tea and then hover your fingers over the keyboard again. You had no clue where to start but something came forth and your fingers started moving across the keyboard in a flourish.

You are in your zone when your phone vibrates on the table. You sigh and stop typing. You turn the phone over and recognize the number.

Why the fuck would Evans be calling you?

Unconditionally - Chapter Three

Warnings: mentions of cheating, cussing, SMUT, oral receiving (m & f)

Word count: 4.2+k

Author’s note: because everyone deserves to be loved unconditionally; part 3 of ?; sorry not sorry for this either; enjoy!!!

Pedro finds you in the kitchen making omelets. He walks up behind you and wraps his arms around you. He brushes your hair aside then nuzzles your neck.

“Smells delicious,” Pedro whispers.

You shrug and smile. “Fair warning, I don’t cook often.”

Pedro’s quiet as he licks a sweet spot.

You sigh contently. You could get used to this. Mornings with Pedro. You frown down at the skillet on the stove – were you really thinking about the future so soon?

You turn around in his embrace. You swallow as you realize he’s shirtless. You bite your lip at seeing his chest in the morning light shining through the kitchen windows.

“See something you like?”

“Yes,” you half whisper, half squeak.

Pedro brushes his lips against yours as he touches your cheek and sweeps his hand through your hair.

You return the kiss as your free hand travels up his chest. His skin is warm, soft. You reach Pedro’s long neck and glide your thumb up it then trace his jawline and feel the prickliness of fuzzy hairs along the strong bone.

The food begins to sizzle in the skillet, but Pedro keeps moving his mouth against yours, his tongue dipping in for more. You give into him, not wanting to let go. Both of you aren’t giving a care to the world around you until the smoke alarm starts blaring its annoying beeps.

You jump back and face the stove, moving the skillet from the flame. You then walk over to the window and open it widely. Trying to move the smoke out of the apartment with a dishtowel.

After the alarm is off and the smoke nearly cleared, Pedro grins, “I want to set more alarms off with you Y/N.”

You turn and face him; you blush as you smile.

Pedro walks over to you and pulls you into his strong arms. “I’ve become a greedy man with you. I don’t know if I can wait a couple of days to see you again.”

“A second date? Tonight?”

Pedro smiles and presses his forehead against yours. He loves the intimate contact between your skin and his, no matter where that contact takes place. “Yes. Tonight,” he pulls away but cups your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. “Unless you don’t—”

You nod. “I do. I want another date. Tonight. Please.”

Pedro smiles widely. “Good.” He kisses you loudly on the mouth. “How about I pick you up at seven?”

“What about breakfast?” You shrug.

“I’ve had my breakfast,” he says as he places a kiss against your lips.

You blush again, smiling down at the floor.

Pedro places a finger under your chin, raising your head up. “Never be embarrassed mi querida. You’re beautiful.”

“Pedro,” you sigh.

He glides his thumb over your lips. “Remember if I am moving too fast for you, let me know.”

You didn’t want him to slow down. This was still overwhelming, but you wanted him, you needed him in your life. You nod and smile. “I’ll let you know.”

“Good,” Pedro grabs his shirt, which he had to have placed on the counter when he walked in.

You watch him put it on, already missing him and his skin against yours. You follow him to the front door, and he turns to look at you while he puts his coat on.

“Seven?”

“Yes,” you say quietly.

“We’ll go somewhere fun.”

You raise your eyebrows.

Pedro pulls you in for a light kiss. “Don’t worry. It’ll be fine.”

You kiss him back then say, “alright.”

“See you tonight, Y/N.”

You rest yourself against the doorjamb as you watch him walk down the hallway towards the elevator. Once he is out of your sight, you turn back into your apartment and close the door, spending the rest of the day gleefully and patiently waiting for seven o’clock.      

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Pedro walks into his Brooklyn apartment, shrugs off his jacket and hangs it up in the hall closet. You are the only thing running through his mind as he walks towards his bedroom and undresses. He recalls the way you blush at his words, respond to his touches, his kisses. He seared into his memory the way you looked at him with your Y/E/C eyes when he revealed his intentions, revealed he wanted you and only you for the rest of life. No one mattered after he laid his eyes upon you, no one other women could compare to you after he and you shared that passionate kiss under the mistletoe. If he hadn’t restrained himself, he would’ve pulled you away from the party, brought you back to his apartment and had you then.

Pedro doesn’t want to think about the past, but it creeps into his mind. He had loved deeply once and she turned his back on him by leaving him suddenly, with no explanation, no thought about his feelings. Then he learned she was pregnant with another man’s child. She’d been cheating on him, and Pedro had no clue. He had even been planning on proposing because he wanted to marry her.

After that, he closed his heart off to love. He remained focus on his career, his friendships, his family. He eventually came to terms he was going to be alone for the rest of his life until you walked in with your kind eyes, open heart, and gentle soul. You are the answer to the question which plagued him most of his life – will I ever love again?

Pedro knew he was taking an enormous chance, an even greater risk when he told you he couldn’t wait a couple of days for the next date. He needed to see you again, even if it meant the same night, only hours apart. He wanted you to know he needed you, he wanted you.

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You are being led into Spin in the Flatiron District at eight by your hand inside of Pedro’s. The ping pong venue is packed with people wanting to get out of their cramped apartments and have a fun night with friends or their significant others. You had visited this place a few times with Kendrick and Will. You push Will from your mind, all you want to think about is the man in front of you and the way he’s beginning to make you feel. 

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Unconditionally - Chapter Two

Warnings: fluff, cussing, slow burn/foreplay, SMUT

Word count: 4.4k

Author’s note: because everyone deserves to be loved unconditionally; part 2 of ?; sorry not sorry for this; enjoy!!!

The maître d’ at The River Café in Brooklyn guides you and Pedro to your table, which is nestled in a corner in front of the expansive window with its magnificent view of the NYC skyline and the Brooklyn Bridge. The city at night is before you across the East River. You had never seen the city like this before from this angle. It was a beautiful sight to behold – like the man who was mere inches away from you.

The ambiance of the restaurant is romantic, serene. Piano music plays softly throughout the dining room. You had sneaked some peaks at other people, wondering if they knew who was sitting beside you. If they did, they kept to themselves. Everyone was focused on their food, the view, or the person sitting across from them.

Once you began glancing over the menu, a waiter approaches the table in a formal uniform of a white dress top, black tie and black pants. “Good evening. May I start you two out with something to drink?”

You wanted no alcohol. “Just water please. With lemon.”

“Same,” Pedro states.

After the waiter is gone you glance sideways at Pedro who is sitting next to you, not across. “If you wanted a cocktail it doesn’t bother me.”

“I want to look at you with clear eyes.”

Where is that fucking water?, you think as you smile at Pedro. A wave of heat courses through your body. You are not prepared for this, for him. Oh, god.

“You and Kendrick met with Netflix?”

You clear your throat, “yes.”

Pedro smiles. “How was it?”

“Good.” You say as the waiter sets down the glass of water. You reach for it and take a big gulp. “They want to start shooting in March. Kendrick is setting up meetings with directors, casting agents. We have four episodes already penned. I just need to finish the last two.”

“What’s the show about?”

“Families. Drama. Death. Love. You know, basically everything that defines a dysfunctional family.” You take a sip of water.

“Do you plan on being around for majority of the filming?” Pedro asks.

“Some of it. I’ve been hired to work on the last couple of episodes for Dearly Beloved.”

“You started there, didn’t you?”

“Yes. They reached out to me even before they announced the final season. They feel I can give everyone a good send off.”

The waiter reappears. “Ready to order?”

“Amish Chicken.” You say lightly.

“I’ll have the Niman Ranch Strip Steak,” Pedro says.

The waiter smiles and nods, grabs your menus and walks away.

Pedro reaches into your lap and grabs your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. Your eyes are focused on the sweat from the water glass as he leans over and presses his head against yours.

You want to shriek back; you were never one for PDA. Your free hand fidgets with the silverware on the table because your nerves had been on overdrive. But his touch keeps you calm. Your nerves had stopped dancing once he held your hand in his.

“Y/N,” Pedro whispers.

Unconditionally

Warnings: none but maybe some sexual tension

Word count: 2.7+k

Author’s Note: because everyone deserves to be loved unconditionally; sorry not sorry for this; part 1 of ?; enjoy!

Your heart quickens inside of your chest when you lay your eyes on him. You take in his disheveled chestnut brown hair and wide smile. His coffee colored eyes crinkle as he smiles at you.

“Pedro, this is Y/N,” Kendrick says as he pats Pedro’s shoulder. “She’s the writer I told you about.”

Pedro nods once and holds his hand out. “Nice to meet you.”

Your hand had been shaky but once it was inside of his grip, your nerves calmed. You smile back saying, “nice to meet you too.”

You feel his thumb rub over the back of your hand, a gentle and calming gesture. It made you feel at ease, like he knew meeting him had sent your nerves into overdrive. When he let go of your hand, you suddenly felt cold, alone. Meeting people for the first time was unbearable for you but you knew you had to do it. Especially with big star on the small screen actor Kendrick Sanders – an African American gay male – as one of your best friends.

You spent the rest of the night with a few other people you knew, occasionally lifting your eyes to find Pedro in the crowd. You wonder if you were more extroverted would you have talked to him more or just simply thought he was another friend of Kendrick’s; someone you’d only come across now and again.

You don’t see Pedro again until a Christmas party Kendrick hosts six months later at a swanky hotel in lower Manhattan. You’re dressed in a tea-length red dress with a light black jacket. You are making small talk with someone when Kendrick approaches you.

“He’s here,” Kendrick says as he pulls you aside.

You raise your eyebrows. “Who?”

“Pedro.” Kendrick smiles as he laughs.

“I don’t care,” you whisper back, but part of you did.

“Oh! Come on Y/N! I saw you looking for him at my birthday party after you sheepishly walked away from him.” Kendrick sips at his drink. “You should go say hi.”

You roll your eyes, “he probably won’t remember me.”

Kendrick smiles even wider; his eyes seem to twinkle. “Who knows. Go say hi.”

Your eyes travel across the ballroom and they land on Pedro’s form. He has a beer bottle in one hand and the other in the pocket of his trousers. He’s nodding his head and smiling, listening to whoever grabbed his ear for a conversation.

“Go,” Kendrick hisses from behind you.

“I don’t like you.” You hiss back.

Kendrick laughs. “You do. Go for it girl.”

You sigh as you straighten your jacket and begin walking over towards Pedro. Getting closer to him you realize he’s talking to Brie Larson. You stop and turn around.

Kendrick is right there, and he turns you back around, “go. Don’t let some blondie stand in your way.”

You swallow. “Kendrick. No.”

“Yes.” Kendrick says as he places his hand on your back, moving you forward. “We’ve been friends for years now Y/N. I know the look in your eyes when you want something, someone.”

“I don’t like you.” You repeat.

“You do.” Kendrick says as you two are mere feet away from Pedro.

Your heart’s pounding loudly in your chest as you take the last few steps toward Pedro. He must have seen you out of his peripheral vision because he looks up and over at you. He smiles, one side of his mouth is higher than the other. His mustache is thinner but he’s still the same Pedro you met months before. Without any hesitation he moves away from Brie and walks over, grabbing your hand and pulling you away from Kendrick, towards the open doors leading to the balcony overlooking the city on a surprisingly mild winter evening.

You feel his thumb over the back of your hand. It calms you instantly.

“Kendrick said you’d be here.” Pedro finally says when you two are outside.

Wait. What?, you think. “He did?”

Pedro nods. “I asked who was going to be here. He didn’t mention you until I asked him specifically if you were coming.”

Your eyes dart back into the ballroom. You see Kendrick smiling at you and raising his glass. You didn’t know if you were hateful or thankful, maybe both. “He didn’t say you would be here,” you say finally finding your voice.

Pedro sips at his beer, shrugs his shoulders. “How have you been?”

“Good. You?” You ask as your eyes glide over Pedro’s nearly six-foot-tall body.

“Glad I get a break for a few weeks. Go back to Chile and visit my family.” Pedro looks you over. “What are your plans for the holidays?”

“Not sure.” Which was the truth. “Finish writing the pilot for Kendrick’s show. Maybe work on the book I’ve been writing.”

“Book?” 

“Yes.”

“What’s it about?”

“Nothing.”

“Come on. Tell me. I love to read.”

You sigh and rest against the railing. “Woman loses her daughter; decides she wants to teach English aboard to get away from everyone’s sad stares. Falls in love, gets kidnap, finds herself. Yadda yadda.” You didn’t want to bore him with any more details.

“Interesting. I request the first copy now.”

You smile, “I’ll make a note.”

“Any plans to see your family?”

You shrug, “I really haven’t finalized anything but yes, I probably will see them.”

“Where are you from?”

“Midwest.” You give him a vague response. He doesn’t need to know everything.

“So you’re a transplant to New York?”

“Yes. A few years ago. An old friend from college wanted to come out here for a summer internship. She knew I wanted to write and told me to find one too, so I did. I met Kendrick during that summer.”         

Kendrick had been starting out as an actor on a television show, which you had interned on. You two became fast friends and you had moved up to writing for the show instead of being a measly intern. Eventually a few other shows had hired you out to help them, so you had moved on but kept in touch with Kendrick. Then at his birthday party Kendrick told you about his idea for a new show and he wanted you to write the pilot, and the entire season, which would consist of six episodes for now. You were meeting with Netflix in January to pitch it to them.

Music drifted out the doors and greeted your ears. The melody was soft and slow.

Pedro places his empty bottle on a tray as a waiter walked by. He then held out his hand, “wanna dance?”

You swallow at his outstretched hand. “I’m not much of a…”

“You’ll be fine. Come on.” Pedro says as he wiggles his fingers.

You grab his hand and let him lead you back inside to the dance floor. He gathers you in his arms. One hand resting on your back as he takes your right hand into his left. Your free hand travels up his arm and rests gently on his shoulder. You keep your gaze focused on the top three buttons of the black dress top he is wearing, for you feel if you look into his eyes, you’ll become jittery and clammy.

Seconds tick by before Pedro whispers, “do you want to have dinner with me?”