A/N: I am alive lol! I have a whirlwind going on in my real life right now as I have a complete manuscript due by April and I'm not as far as I want to be. So sadly my fanfic has had to take a back seat and I may not be able to update as often moving forward. I do appreciate that you're understanding and gracious when I do have time to post! I could never thank you enough! This one is fun with a little hanger at the end, but nothing to kill me over ;) enjoy! Xo

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I wake and am momentarily disoriented as I notice the patio door in the bedroom is open. I rub my eyes to see Dakota standing on the threshold, stark naked and looking out over the yard.

I sit up on my elbows to watch her. She runs her hand through her hair and the ends cascade down her slender back. She adjusts her weight to her other foot, her ass jiggling when she does so. I'm already salivating.

"What a sight to wake up to," I mumble.

She gasps, turning to look at me. "Good morning." Her tone is soft and seductive. She's a dream. Her eyes are light as she gazes at me.

"Come back to bed," I say.

"Mmm, tempting. But I have some chores to get done." Zepp runs in past her and she shuts the door as he takes off down the hall.

"Chores can wait, I can't."

She saunters over, but instead of crawling on top of me, which is anticipated and preferred, she sits beside me on the bed. She leans down to kiss my forehead.

"I have an idea," she says. I raise an eyebrow and let her continue. "Let's have naked Sunday's."

She giggles and I can't help but meet her amusement with a grin. "Every Sunday?"

She nods. "We should have a special thing."

"Oh baby, we do in many ways."

She strokes my hair and I'm savoring her intimate attention. "Yeah, but something that we make our own."

"And your suggestion is naked Sunday's?"

"Do you have something better in mind?"

"Right now? You on top. But no, naked Sunday's work for me. Although we wake up naked every day." I caress her thigh and resist pulling her onto my lap.

"Mmm the whole day, handsome. Naked Sunday means no clothes all the live long day."

I shrug. "Fine by me. Makes it easier for me to fuck you on every surface."

Her mouth falls slack only briefly. She never falters long. "Well, we've fucked a lot on this surface. Come show me a new one."

She stands before I can grab her and she giggles as she runs out of our room.

There is absolutely no way I'm going to mask a boner watching her walk around the house naked all day. I'll never be that strong—she's irresistible.

***

Dakota and I have managed to keep our hands to ourselves all morning. She's been busy on her laptop and I've stayed distracted by ESPN. Which turned out to be a poor choice as I recalled her football jersey blowjob. So I went to the kitchen to make some tea.

"It's done," Dakota calls from the table where she closes the lid of her Mac.

"What's done, baby?" I grab two cups, holding one up to offer her tea and she nods.

"My old house is on the private market. My agent listed it for rent today. I'll have to figure out where to keep my stuff."

I disperse the hot liquid and slide her cup across the counter. She stands, walking toward me and I purposely look away from her breasts to not tempt myself.

"We have room here for stuff. Most of this shit isn't mine anyway and was leftover from staging."

"Mom can take some stuff too," she says. "She could use some pieces at her new place in Aspen. I'll see what she wants."

"Well, I want you to know this is your space as much as it is mine." She watches me, blowing on her tea and I feel it on my dick. Fuck. "You can bring anything you want here. I'm not attached to a lot. This is your house now too, baby."

She smirks. "I know. It feels like it more now that Zepp is here and we've added some pictures of us."

I feel my smile broaden. She framed some of our selfies and has them placed sporadically around the house. It really is our home now, and nothing makes me happier to know we've reached the moment we waited years for. She is my reality. And what a beautiful world it is.

"Plus you've added some girly touches." I wink.

She scoffs. "Where?"

"Not on purpose, darlin' and that's why I love it. But your heels by the door that you kick off when we come home. The lingering scent of your perfume after your showers. The bottles of lotion in the bathroom. The hair in the sink."

She snorts and rolls her eyes, drinking her tea without a retort.

"Your dresses in the closet. Your books stacked on the nightstand. These are all things you brought into my personal space and it's no longer mine. It's ours."

"You're so poetic." She tucks a hair behind her ear.

"Am I? Or am I just head over heels for the stunning woman, standing in this kitchen, who sold a house she loved to live with me?"

"Jamie..." Her eyes are glistening and while I never mean to make her cry, I hope it's because she feels the intensity in my confession. "I'll always choose you."

"Likewise. And I'd really like to choose a position and get you into it."

She chokes on her swallow and I can't resist a laugh over my successful comment. Catching Dakota off guard is my favorite pastime.

I set my cup down, walking around the counter to tug her toward me. "Where'll it be?"

She locks her arms behind my neck. "Couch."

"Nice choice." I lift her and she wraps her legs around my waist so I can carry her to the living room.

I sit down and she straddles me, laughing.

"What?"

"We didn't make it very long," she says.

"We made it longer than I expected."

She nods. "You're right."

I trail my hands down to her ass, squeezing each plump cheek in my palms. Her lips latch onto mine and we're goners. Her hands fumble between us to stroke me, and I slide my fingers around to her hot core, rubbing her clit. She moans into my throat as we pleasure one another. I'm revved up just from catching glances of her naked body all morning.

"Now, baby," I mumble against her mouth.

She leans back to center my dick before lowering slowly. Our groans and curses intermingle as she sets a pace that makes my toes curl. Naked Sunday's for the win.

***

Dakota's legs lay across mine as she's now on her back on the couch, and I'm sitting here rubbing her long limbs. We're basking in our afterglow and trying to work up the strength to shower.

I close my eyes, rolling my head on my neck. I'm fading after my release, but I need to rebound.

"Take me on a date," Dakota mutters, running her fingertips along my bicep.

I meet her satisfied gaze. "A date?"

She nods. "Take me out. I want to date my boyfriend and not be locked away from the world."

She's thoroughly fucked because she's talking crazy.

"Baby, you know I want our public freedom. But it's not worth the risk this close to the end."

"We live in fucking LA, Jamie. We can surf on a private beach, and go bowling with friends, but you can't take me to a restaurant? We've done it before."

I sigh, not wanting to argue after our relaxing escapade. "We did do it before, back when it could be excused as work. If we get caught now then we have to play the bloody charade afterward."

"We can still claim work. Freed is coming, so we'll say we were prepping for promo."

I sigh, willing to please her at all costs, because she's made my dreams come true just by loving me for who I am. "Find the most exclusive restaurant in this town and we'll go on a date. No paparazzi. No fans. No general public."

"Done." She sits up immediately and kisses me quick. "I know just the place. Let's shower."

I shake my head with a laugh and take her hand. I flew us to fucking Finland—this should be easy, right?

I trail behind her to the bathroom and she's all giggles as she waits for the shower to heat, gripping my arms in her small hands.

"You're adorably sexy," I say, matching her playfulness.

"I'm excited to dress you up and take you out."

"I thought I was taking you out?" I cup her chin, rubbing her bottom lip with my thumb.

"Then you should be excited to dress me up." She lifts her shoulder before stepping into the shower and pulling me with her.

I laugh as she pushes my head back under the water. I tug her closer to get her wet with me. "I do love you dressed up, but I prefer you like this."

She rolls her eyes. "I'll wear something easy for you to get off."

"Or we could stay here and continue naked Sunday." I squeeze a quarter size of shampoo onto my palm before running it across her hair.

Her baby blues disappear under her lids as she basks in my gentle care. I scratch my fingers through her long strands and the suds build while she relaxes further. I could do this all day, worship her with my hands. I kiss her forehead and she opens her gaze to offer me a shy smile.

"You're so beautiful," I whisper.

"I could get used to this TLC." She pecks my lips.

"It would be an honor." I spin her so I can rinse her strands, and she lets me, completely trusting my handiwork.

"Only if I can return the favor." She follows suit, retrieving my 2-in-1 body wash and shampoo.

I smirk, letting her have me however she wants me. Her soft hands run over my scalp and she scratches her fingernails through my short hair. I groan, loving her smooth circles and practically melting at her feet. She drags her hands down to soap my shoulders, chest, and southward.

She starts talking, and I know it's to distract me from another round while she cleans the very part of my anatomy that can't get enough of her.

"When are we going to Belfast?"

My heart leaps that she is eager to go. "Whenever you want."

"We should go soon," she says, running her hands back up over my abdomen. She quickly conditions her hair. "Promo is going to be in full swing and we'll be pulled in a hundred different directions. And we have Nino's shoot in two weeks."

I'd forgotten about it. It'd been booked for months, but she's right, our worlds are about to become a circus once again. We'd been through so much since we'd had to do it last—my move to LA, our trips to London, Finland, and Hawaii, the pregnancy scare, her moving in with me and selling her house. I'm going to miss our bubble and knowing I can be with her without question. All of that will change as we'll put on our masks for the world and fulfill these godforsaken contracts.

"Then we'll go next week. Dad won't care when as long as we come."

She smiles, rinsing her hair. "Good, I can't wait."

"I'm glad to know you can't."

She trades me places again so I can rinse away my suds. I turn off the shower, reaching for a towel to wrap her in it. I let her step out before grabbing my own. Per our usual routine she waits for me to dry off and I hand her my towel for her to wrap around her hair. I rub a hand towel over my short strands and leave her in the bathroom to handle whatever she needs to do. We both fall into our habits as we get ready for date night.

***

"Can you let Zepp out?" Dakota calls from the bedroom.

I'm waiting for her on the couch. I've been ready for about forty minutes, but I don't push her. She wanted this, so I'm going to let her have tonight her way.

"Sure." I clap and he jumps up from his spot in the hallway, waiting for his mum.

I head to the door, opening it as he trots out into the warm evening air. The sun is close to setting over Los Angeles, and it still blows my mind how different the climate is here than anything I've ever known.

Zepp does his business before galloping toward me for his treat. Cheeky little bugger runs right to the cabinet we keep them in and barks at me.

"Pardon? You're not the boss of me." I point and he merely wags his tail in anticipation.

"That's right, I am." I turn at the sound of Dakota's voice.

She's standing innocently in the living room in a short, tight fitting black dress with red heels. Her hair is spun in loose curls that fall right where the dress cuts down to show off her cleavage, which is only amplified by the snug fit. She has light touches of make-up but nothing overdone except for a pop of red lipstick. What a vixen.

"Damn, baby." I drop a treat on the floor for Zepp, unfazed if he caught it or not as I head toward her.

"You clean up nice yourself."

I smirk, stepping up to her. I'm in a black polo and grey pants, nothing even remotely worthy of standing next to this woman. "I think naked Sunday should've been an all day requirement like you said it would be."

"I'll let you get me naked again soon enough, horndog."

I snort at that and she can't stop her own giggle.

"Hand me the keys and get your sexy ass in the car, so I can have what you keep promising."

She picks up the Porsche key and slaps it into my open palm. "I don't know why I let you drive when you don't know where you're going."

I lick my lips, wishing I could kiss hers and ruin the lipstick she worked hard to apply. "I trust you'll be a solid copilot and lead the way."

"I like when the tables turn and the surpriser becomes the surprised." She flips her hair and heads toward the door. "Be a good boy, Zeppers."

I take a deep breath and cool my raging adrenaline and testosterone. I'll have her six ways to next Sunday when we get home.

***

"Your oysters," the waiter says as he sets down a platter filled with the slimy shells.

The restaurant Dakota has us at is spectacular. It's right on the beach in Malibu, the windows are open to the sea salt breeze, and the lights are dimmed so that the entire restaurant is set to candlelight. A soft jazz track plays overhead and I smile across the table at her.

"You're quite the romantic, Miss Johnson."

She picks up an oyster, holding it above the plate while she waits for me to grab one. I do and she bumps them together. "To a romantic dinner with my boyfriend outside of our house."

I nod but let her eat hers first. She sets the shell on her bottom lip, tilts her head slightly, and I watch her swallow it down. I know these are an aphrodisiac, and I'm convinced it's because watching her eat them is so sexy.

I suck one down and look to my left at the table beside us. An older man and woman are seated there. The woman notices, offering me a small smile. I clear my throat and look back to Dakota.

"Will you relax? No one knows us, and if they do they won't tell anyone because they don't want to give this place away to the press. It's exclusive, I promise."

I sip my wine. "I trust you. Just observing."

"Observe me." She winks.

"Baby, I do more often than you realize. It's the moments when you don't know I'm watching that I value the most. The little things I catch you doing and your ever-changing expressions."

"I think the romance is a two way street. You're amazing."

I toast with our actual drinks this time. "To intimacy in a city that tries to expose it."

She curls her lip. "Poetic."

We take a gulp of wine.

"So are you nervous for promo?" she asks.

Her question catches me off guard. I hadn't given it much thought. I'd been hyper focused on her that the time had passed and I wasn't necessarily prepared for what Freed would bring.

"Not nervous, but not thrilled. Except that it's over and we can finally lay this bullshit to rest."

She eats another oyster before responding. "Will you be playing the game?"

I watch her gaze to read her fears behind it. "I don't plan to. It's over. No need to discuss what'll soon be revealed."

"But they're gonna ask."

"I can request they don't if that's a concern for you. It's not for me."

She furrows her eyebrows. "You'll just spout off your rehearsed statement?"

"I won't spout off anything, baby. I'll stick to promoting the film."

She laughs. "Jamie, they'll see right through you. You've done it the last two times."

"Yeah, well this time is different. Let them see through me. The reason for my behavior will make sense right after."

"Make sure Evelyn knows then." She sips more of her wine.

"You don't have anything to worry about."

She sighs. "I want to believe that. But we both know I've believed it before and it's backfired. I just can't sit here with you at dinner and then go home to the house we share knowing the circus act might be forced upon you. And I'll have to hear it and bite my tongue."

I wrinkle my forehead, curious where her fears stem. "I can write it in the contract that I'll only speak on the kids. Anything to assure you."

She plays with the shell of an oyster. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to get worked up, that's what that woman does to me."

"I know, baby. She does it to me too. But I am not going to hurt you in the media anymore than I already have. Trust me. You're my priority. Things are different now."

She nods. "They are, which is why we can't take two steps forward and one back."

"We won't. I love you too much."

We're both caught off guard by a woman who does a double take as she's led to her table. I smile up at her when she passes. She sits facing me a few tables behind Dakota.

She senses my gaze. "What's wrong?"

"I think she recognizes me," I say.

Dakota turns casually to check the girl out and of course she looks up the moment she does. They share a small smile.

"Yep."

I groan. "Fuck. We should go."

Dakota finds my hand from across the table. "Relax. Recognition doesn't mean tattling. It's okay. We're here on business, remember?"

I turn my focus back to Dakota. "Right."

The waiter returns with our meals, and pours us both another glass of wine. I've ordered Alfredo pasta with spinach and mushrooms. Dakota has a steak and potato that makes me envious—should've chosen that.

"Robin set you up for any prime time slots yet?" I ask.

"Presenting at the Globes, but nothing more for now."

"I don't understand why I can't join you."

"Because they're going to separate us as much as possible to avoid their scandal. We fucked ourselves with Darker promo. We said too much."

"And I'll say it all again. Fuck them." I spin some noodles on my fork and scoop them in my mouth.

"I don't care either. Nothing we've said has been a lie nor detrimental to the franchise. If they want to keep us apart they can bet their asses I'll scare them every step."

I snort. "That's the girl I love."

She smirks. "I'm over it. Erika and Dana and Universal's bullshit. Every other movie allows their leads to promote together except us. Doesn't it make it a little fucking obvious there's a reason why?"

"Absolutely. But if they want to treat us and the fans like dumbasses then we'll give them a real show. They have one more wrong move and I'll dip your ass on the red carpet and kiss you so hard the paps will shit their pants."

She belly laughs at that. "How I sincerely wish we could do that. Shove it up your ass, Erika."

"Don't even get me started. Still can't believe that bitch told me to cut it out in Madrid. She's got a lot of nerve."

"We both should've given her the finger. Fans would've fallen all over themselves."

I shake my head in amusement and catch that woman's gaze again. I notice her phone on the table, and maybe it's nothing, but with Dakota's reputation also on the line it makes me nervous.

"What?" she asks.

"I don't like how that woman keeps looking over here."

"You're paranoid," she says. "She probably thinks you're hot as fuck since you are. Take the compliment."

I grin. "Thanks, baby. But that's not it. She's being weird."

"Want me to get the waiter to say something?"

"No, don't cause a scene. I think we should go."

She shakes her head. "No. We won't be run off because someone's being nosy. Business dinner. It's fine."

I take a deep breath. She's right. I don't know why this is rubbing me the wrong way. I ignore her. Maybe if I don't look she'll stop looking at me. I'm being overprotective.

Dakota and I move the conversation to Belfast. I tell her all the places I want to take her to and the people I want her to meet.

We're waiting for our bill when Dakota's phone dings. She retrieves it from her clutch and checks it quickly.

"Shit," she mumbles.

"What?" My heart picks up speed.

"She posted our pic on Twitter."

"Who?" I look over and the weird woman is gone. Their dirty dishes left on the table. How did I not see her leave?

"That girl." Dakota turns and notices what I just have. She's gone.

"Is that Robin?" I ask.

"Of course. She wants to know what the fuck we're thinking."

"Tell her it's business." I try to feign nonchalance despite my fear that this exact scenario would play out. We've been caught. After every goddamn time we've snuck all over this planet, we've been caught right before everything for Freed kicks off. Right before our actual freedom.

"She's mad," Dakota says when her phone dings again. "Said we were careless and now fans are flipping out. It's only a matter of time before it's headlined."

I rub my hand over my face, scratching my beard as a nervous habit. "Then we need a statement ready for when that happens. We were meeting to discuss upcoming promo for the film."

"Universal has to vouch for us. Again."

"They will," I try to assure us both.

Her phone dings once more. She rubs her temple.

"What?" I ask.

"She said if she can't cover our asses then you'll have to go do a happy fam walk in London. Tomorrow."

"Fuck that," I say. "Tell her not happening."

"Jamie—"

I cut her off. "I. Am. Done. I refuse."

She sighs, but eventually nods. "It's fine. We'll figure it out."

"This is exactly why I didn't want to come out." I clench the table between my fingers.

"I get it, it's my fault. Don't worry, I see that clearly."

"No, baby, I didn't mean—"

"I pushed us and now it backfired. You were right. This fucking close to the end and I compromised us."

"Stop," I say sternly. "It's too late, yes?" She nods. "Then we go from here. Plan B."

She crosses her arms and looks up at the ceiling. "Plan B."

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