#wren&chase ; thread 001

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"No, you agreed not to do it." She replied in a harsh and whispered tone. As he began his speech, Wren felt herself deflate, and began to roll her eyes out of pure habit. She'd stood up a little straighter simply in shock as he cut himself off simply to warn her against it. Again, hates him for knowing her so well. "For the love of god, Chase, you are overreacting." she turned her body towards the monitor promptly attempting to ignore him.

"He'll be on camera for forty-five seconds, we don't need to do any of that crap it won't matter." she argued. "That feeling is knowing we're about to get good TV. We're about to get ratings that will keep us going another three seasons, don't be a coward and hide behind 'a bad feeling' crap."

Staring into a set of eyes that carried so much hatred in them wouldn't usually turn her on, though Chase was different. He's always been different. They were like fire and dynamite. Every season she promises herself she'll be clean of him, but that promise gets broken by week 3. Moments like these, where she knew if they were alone, clothes would be off in a moments notice. "You want the ratings to get us another season or two? Then help me instead of stopping me."

“For fuck's sake, Wren!”

He raised his fist, held it mid-air, then froze in this position, bowing his head. His eyes closed, his jaws clenched, he inhaled, opened his fist and exhaled.

“We talked about this. We agreed to not do it,” he had lowered his voice, speaking between clenched teeth as he came closer. Leaning down to her face he whispered though no one was close enough to hear them. It wasn’t that he was above such tricks, he’d done worse last season, they both had. But with the network threatening to cancel after this season, they had to be extra careful.

“That guy is a fucking psycho. You saw the interview. He said he was gonna cut any guy's throat who dared to touch her. – Don’t roll your eyes at me!” His voice suddenly loud. He frowned. “You don’t know if it's only talk. Have you done the background check? I swear I’m having a bad feeling…”

And yet, he couldn’t deny that he felt it too, the thrill, the excitement, the chance to do something extraordinary. When looking at her, Chase saw how nervous she was, but also how she was vibrating with that excitement. And, fuck, it was damn hot.

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If there was anything she hated most, was how well Chase knew her and could somehow read her mind. Wren watched the suitor smile and laugh with one of the cast members. Feeling Chase this close always activated something inside her, she often swallowed it down, since every time she gives into that feeling it gets one of them into trouble, or both. "It's good TV and you know it." it may cross a line or two, but it needed to be done. Her assistant had run off set to pick up the 'the one that got away' ex-boyfriend of the girl who was sitting across from their suitor. "She's not the main wifey, and if she's truly wanting Tristan then she'll stay. It's a win-win and you know it. You just didn't have the balls to do it." She insulted as she attempted to walk away from him hoping she could get herself out of a lecture.

Arms folded in front of his chest, one hand holding paper cup with lukewarm coffee in one hand, Chase stood next to her, while she sat in front of the monitors. He didn’t need to be here but as co-producer he liked to keep an eye on things. And right now it seemed that it was more important to keep an eye on her. Gwen seemed particularly nervous tonight.

Chase frowned at her words. “You tell me. The fuck is going on with you today?”

He leaned down, bringing their faces close, both looking at monitors. – If anyone came by, they'd think the two were just discussing the on screen events. He whispered even though no one was close enough to hear them; her assistant had left to run an errand five minutes ago.

“Is this about Taylor? Don’t tell me you made that call…”