Authors: RPcrazy, Ceehaycee, Muskrat
Category: Doggett/Other Romance
Rating: R (language, sexual situations - Some scenes NC-17 - clearly marked)
Notes.
1. This started off on The X-Files Official site message boards and just grew.
2. The 'other' can be anyone the reader imagines. The real identity may be revealed in the end but we'll get advisement from readers if this is appropriate.
3. I got in touch with Starbuck125 and she was happy for us to use her initial scene.
4. Patrickfan got the ball rolling here as you can see.
4. Each section is marked with the author's name.
Part One
In the middle of the sweltering Nevada desert, working at a gas station, underneath an old Ford mustang convertible, checking out the spark plugs and wiping his hands with a cloth. He notices you pull up in your own convertible and watches you, amused, as you pretend to not know how to work the gas pump. ~ Starbuck125
He's nice and grubby, all ruffled up, oil on the face, Dirty jeans and dirty white t-shirt, Throws you a great big smile and that's when you notice his lush blue eyes looking straight at you. He asks you if you need help and you accept. He walks over and places his hand over yours and shows you how to pump (the gas that is!). He gets a little oil on your clothes so he pulls out a clean cloth and starts to gently wipe you....................Can't type anymore as hands starting to tremble and knees are going weak at the thought of the above. :) ~Patrickfan
He's all dirty and gets some grease on you then tries to wipe it off but it just smudges. He apologizes madly but in doing so gets some oil on your freshly laundered white opaque chiffon blouse showing a hint of your black bra underneath.
He blushes and offers to wash it for you. You oblige and he lets you follow him to the back of the gas station where his residence is. You take off your top revealing your black bra and he tries to hide his eyes while he takes your blouse and sprays it with stain remover and pops it in the washing machine.... RPC
He picks out a clean T-shirt from the washing basket and hands it to you. You feel obliged to wear it even though you feel quite comfortable in this sexy man's presence in that state of undress. "Want something to drink, beer?" He tries to make conversation while you follow him to the kitchen. He washes his hands under the tap then goes to the fridge and gets out two beers with one hand.
He twists the tops and hands you one. You watch mesmerized as he takes a swig, a single drip running down his chin and over his neck. You resist the urge to lick it off... for now.... ~RPC
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He swipes his forehead with the back of his hand, his crystal blue eyes never leaving your face. "So what brings you to Nowheresville, Nevada?" he asks you.
You resist the urge to say, "It was fate," and instead blurt out, "I was about to ask you the same thing."
He gives you a long look, takes another drink of his beer and turns around. You can't help but notice he looks just as delicious from the back as he does from the front. You can't stop yourself and take a small step forward and lightly touch his lower back with your fingertips.
He turns towards you and you say in all innocence, "Just a bug on your shirt." He knows very well what you were doing and sits down on the very edge of the kitchen table.
He reaches out and draws a wisp of hair off your face and moves it back behind your ear, lightly tickling as he does so, his fingers feathering down the side of your neck and says softly, "The desert always brings you surprises." ~CAC
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You are suddenly concerned you've taken him away from his job, his livelihood. Also you haven't locked your car or flipped the roof. You have a deadline to catch in LA and have no time to stop for pleasantries.
The thought of a one night stand fleetingly crosses your mind but just as fast fades.
You place the beer on the table and go to make your escape but his fingers wrap around your wrist before you can look up. Your eyes slip up from his grasp on your wrist to his clear blue eyes. His face reflects all your concerns and quells them with one simple lick of his lips.
Without words but with body language he motions you to the other room. ~RPC
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You can't help but follow. You still can't fathom why this sexy, savvy man who is so sure of himself and can obviously take care of himself is in this hellhole of Nevada. His past is something you want to find out about, but now is not the time.
You pass a small alcove where several handguns are spread out for cleaning. You pass by some dusty photos. There is so much here, but again, now is not the time.
You realize he is leading you to his bedroom. You willingly follow. ~CAC
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He ushers you to his bed and before you sit he takes your face in his hand and looks down at your moist lips. You feel like you should be leaving, it's all too much to bear but your feet are rigidly planted on the bedroom floor.
His eyes look into yours and when you hear his gravely voice so close, your body almost crumbles like a sandcastle in a storm.
"Wait for me." To mark his territory he plants you with a long slow kiss on the lips and then leaves the room. Your eyes follow his manly form and you wonder how long it's been for him without a woman.
As you look around the room wondering whether to leave or stay you hear in the distance the sound of the shower running. ~RPC
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He emerges from the bathroom, where you hear the shower running, holding out his hand. "Would you like to clean up a bit," he says with a sassy grin.
You can't help but comply. You take his warm hand in yours and follow him into the bathroom. You are pressed close to the wall in the small room that only holds a shower and a small sink and toilet.
He looks deep into your eyes as you look into his. He pushes you back into the wall of the bathroom and places his finger at the bottom of the t-shirt, your t-shirt, his t-shirt, and starts to lift it. "We need to take this off first," he whispers at your lips. ~CAC
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Fleetingly your mind goes back to your convertible out in the vulnerable harsh open environs. Even more briefly you think of the evening meeting you have at Fox Studios but this man's charms outweigh any feelings of urgency.
His fingertips feel slowly over your skin as he gauges your expression of acceptance. As if in slow motion he strips the material off your heaving upper body and this time takes in the full view of your breasts. With hungry eyes he goes for the clasp and unclips with one swift movement.
As he licks his parched lips you reciprocate by peeling his oil stained T-shirt and flop it on the floor above your own. You can't help but be impressed by the golden chest and strong arms before you. His hands move along your back drawing you closer and closer. ~RPC
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You take a deep breath anticipating what he will touch next. Your bare chest is now touching his, he softly touches your lips. You feel his tongue slowly slide into your mouth.
You begin to enjoy the way this man's making you feel. You find yourself getting lost in the moment. You run your hands down his chest and glide a finger around the waistband of his jeans.
When he feels what you are doing he takes it as a sign that you want this to continue....
He takes your hand and helps you unbutton his jeans, and then he slides your hand into his pants.
He wants you to feel what he has to offer you. You can't believe what you feel, as you stroke him you realize you're at a point of no return.
Even if you wanted to stop, your body wouldn't let you. He begins to take off the rest of your clothes as you pleasure him with your touch.
You stop with what you are doing just long enough for him to get out of his jeans and boxers.
The mood has changed from doubt to lust as you stand looking at the man that has seduced you out of your clothes and into his arms.... ~Muskrat
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No words are necessary as he gently puts his arms around your waist and pulls you in close. His hands draw small circles up and down your back as he moves his face closer to yours. You feel his breath on your lips but he's made no move to kiss you yet. You feel your legs turn to jelly and put your arms tightly around his neck to keep from falling.
He grasps you tighter and lightly brushes his lips back and forth across your own. He pulls back briefly to pierce your eyes once again with his own and then moves in for a soft kiss that quickly intensifies. His tongue is seeking yours and you give it willingly.
When you both stop for breath, he slowly pulls you into the shower with him. The hot water is pouring down both your bodies and his hands reach for your breasts and start gently massaging, all the while continuing the kiss. You grasp his tight, muscular ass and can't stop the groans coming from deep in your throat. ~CAC
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All thought of the LA meeting leaves your mind as he does things to your body that no one has done before. You feel slippery fingers down your back and through your hair and know he has lathered them with soap. His lips slip on yours as he continues his hot oral exploration of your mouth.
The slight feel of stubble brushes your chin reminding you how long it has been without a man, without a real man like him. You pull him closer and feel his hard muscular body pushing on yours. You want this, you need this. He wants you too, you can tell by the small groans coming from his throat, the bursts of hot hair on your face from his nostrils and him growing deliciously between your bodies.
There's no turning back now. Neither of you wants to leave the shower cubicle unsatisfied. He breaks the kiss and gazes into your eyes and sees that you want this as much as he does. ~RPC
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Your hands feel down one muscled arm and then the other, your eyes following the plump glistening sinews. Your fingers continue their hot slippery journey over his hard forearms to his hands, which rest leisurely on your butt. His eyes transfixed on yours tell you erotically to continue their story.
As your fingers cover his hands and begin to move them on your ass just the way you like, you begin to wonder how hands such as these that have been used to work on autos could be so pliable on human flesh.
You can take no more. You admire that he holds back for you waiting for your move. Then you feel the need to be coupled. With no words you urge him into you. He moves in sensual measured rhythm as your eyes slip closed experiencing the ecstasy that is this man making love to you. It's as though you have known him for years. The ease with which you accept his every move and turn surprises you. The beating of the water beads all around your conjoined bodies and the steam that clings to your skin, all add to the surreal euphoria.
When the ultimate in sexual union happens you both slump against the tiled wall letting the water spray your impassioned flesh. ~RPC
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As your body attempts to return to something resembling normalcy, you look at the man who's just made incredible love to you in his shower. He's looking not at you but right through you.
This is all so sudden and new and yet it's not. You shake that thought from your head. As hard as it is, you need to leave this otherworldly situation, and this amazing man.
You tell him that you must go; that there is a meeting you must attend in LA. You both step out of the shower and dry each other with fluffy towels. You go back to his bedroom, picking up the clothes tossed aside earlier on the way and get dressed.
As you hurriedly bend down to put your sandals on, you grab your bag at the same time and start toward the front door. You race to your car, with your lover following you.
You get into your convertible and start the engine, giving a look of longing to the man you didn't know existed before today. He stands there watching you leave and your brain finally kicks into gear along with your car and you turn your head to him before pulling out and ask him his name.
"John," is all he says. ~CAC
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Part Two - Nowheresville, Nevada
You look in your rear view mirror to see him still standing there bare-chested and in his jeans that he only just had time to pull on before you had made your escape. You knew if you stayed any longer then you may never have left. His naked body next to you, his lips on yours are all you can think about on your long drive to LA.
You check into Le Meridien in Beverley Hills not too far from FOX Studios and head to your single room. There is gentle music playing for you as you enter and the room is pleasantly heated.
A nice touch and the reason you stay here on every trip to LA.
The audition, that you keep calling a meeting to help you cope with the butterflies you feel, is only an hour away. You flip through the lines and commit them to memory. Thoughts of John are constant but you push them aside to concentrate on the most important audition in your career. ~RPC
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Suddenly you realize you haven't yet decided what you're going to wear. You quickly browse through the clothes you have brought with you. You've decided to wear a black sleeveless dress that offers a v-neck and a front slit that is slightly off center. You also choose a single- button jacket that goes no further than your waist.
You stand in front of the mirror nervously thinking about what is to come. You want this so badly, as badly as you wanted that mysterious man by the name of John to make sweet lustful love to you.
You try but you can't get him out of your mind. You close your eyes and you can feel his touch as if he's right there in the room with you. Your body starts to heat up; you can feel him enter you all over again. You move your hands down your body as if they were his, gliding over your breasts and down to your abdomen. The feeling is so intense it's like he's making love to you without even being there.
You feel yourself leaning backwards and it snaps you out of your lustful thought. You quickly look over at the clock and see that you need to leave now or you will be late for your meeting. ~Muskrat
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You call down for your car and make your way downstairs. You know that they've already looked at a lot of actresses for this role and hope that you have what they want.
As you drive to Fox, you glance again at the working title for the pilot, "Prey Tell." The producers' idea was to get it picked up by the FX Network and the basic cable line up, giving them more wiggle room with action scenes and hot romance. The premise was a hot, sexy science fiction show with quality writing and directing. They were going to do it right figuring the timing was perfect with all the well-received shows that they had gotten on the air and the unexpected but well-deserved Emmy win for Michael Chiklis for "The Shield." It would be a great chance for you, the career break you've been waiting for.
You pull up at the studio gate realizing that going over the idea for the pilot once again gets your mind off the man you know only as John, if only for a few minutes. You wonder if they'll have you do a reading for any romance scenes. If they do, you know what your inspiration will be.
You get out of your car. The thought of his hands soaping you up and down in the shower makes you shiver all over again. Just that one thought makes you hold onto the car roof for a second. The security guard gives you a look but you shake your head to indicate you're all right. After all, it wouldn't look good if you melted into your parking spot. ~CAC
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You get past front desk security by flashing your visitor's badge you received by courier with your acceptance to audition. You know to head towards Studio B and follow the signs. The nerves in your stomach begin to grow but you take a few deep breaths before entering the vast building.
You're met by a short balding man with dark rimmed glasses and after introductions he takes you to some seats in front of an office setting. There seems to be no others auditioning at this time and you wonder why. There are a number of stagehands busying themselves with last minute alterations. A few people talk to you, introducing themselves but you forget their names as soon as they're said. Your mind is focused on the important task before you.
The scene you've been asked to memorize takes place in your work office, if you get the part. It's your first day on the job and your partner is to arrive part way through the scene. At this stage the script isn't too clear whether your partner is male or female.
There is a little buzz coming from behind you. You turn to see a striking looking man dressed in a dark navy blue suit with a tie to match and pale blue dress shirt. His shoes are immaculately shined and you can't help but drop your jaw at the sight. Your mind goes into overdrive; you have seen this man before. ~RPC
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The man in spectacles who you now know as the director Frank introduces you, as you both stare into each other's eyes not sure whether to say you have already met.
"You two know each other?" His voice breaks our daydreams.
"Yes, we've met briefly." John decides to sound somewhat non-committal.
"Good because what we're going to ask you two to do during this audition may require a little familiarity." You both look at him with questioning expressions. "We're wanting chemistry here. We've partnered you two after analyzing your applications. In fact we're wanting more than chemistry, we're wanting some physics too."
"Where do we start?" You are anxious to begin and nervous too. How you are going to keep your thoughts on the task rather than just John?
"Let's go from when you first meet John in your office." He ushers you both to the office set. He points for John to wait on the other side of the door and leads you over to a few boxes on the ground. It's your first day on the job and you've transferred some things from your previous workplace.
"Okay, you're bending over here." You comply as you see him scoot out of sight behind the brightly lit stage. "Lights, camera, action." You hear who you know to be John behind you as the cameras roll. ~RPC
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"Nice ass."
"What?" You stand and spin around to see a gorgeous man behind you, his eyebrows raised. You can't help but stare at the intensity of his clear blue eyes and hope that the delay won't spoil your chances for the role.
"Was I fast?" He looks at his watch, still grinning then back at you with a cute lop-sided smile. You briefly envisage his face in the shower back in Nowheresville and know there are many more sides to John you have yet to explore.
"I suppose so." You act a little puzzled. "You must be my new partner?"
"That's right, John." He holds out a hand that you shake. "John Doggett."
"I was just..." You turn to look at the boxes you were just bending over.
"Here, let me help you with those." He moves past you to pick up the first box and your eyes transfix on his ass. It says nothing in the script about doing this because you didn't know the gender of your partner beforehand. You know you've messed it up now. You can hardly get the next words out but just stare. "Where do you want it?" He stands tall with the box in his arms.
"Cut!" You know you've blown your chances. Why get so distracted by this man? You feel like banging your fists on his chest for being so magnetized to him. ~RPC
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"That was great, damn great." You can't believe what you're hearing. He likes what he saw? John is still smiling and smirking and you wonder why.
"Is that all?"
"That's all we need of the office scene. We can usually tell right from the start if two people are going to hit it off or not. You're looking damn good so far." Your spirits lighten especially when he tells you that no one else has gone further than the scene you and John have just done.
"So what's next?" John finally calms enough to ask.
"We need to know how you two feel about acting romantic scenes."
"What kind of scenes?" You know that the pilot would involve some romance but you're not sure to what extent. This is all new to you anyway.
"How do you feel about nudity?" You sense your face redden but try to stay calm. "We're not talking full nudity, there will be some bedroom scenes where you'd both be required to take off some clothes." Both sets of eyes lock and you feel your blood pressure raise thinking of being in bed with John.
"Fine by me." You hear him say and then Frank's eyes are on you.
"Me too." Your eyes never leave John's.
"Good, then there's one more thing required.
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"There's usually one good test to show the romantic side of auditioning couples." As Frank speaks you know what will be asked of you. "We want a screen kiss." You lick your lower lip in anticipation of kissing John again. His mouth on yours back in Nevada was heavenly. "I know it's sort of a bit hard getting into the mood with no build up but let's see you give it a go."
He leads you back to the lit set and begins describing the scenario as he positions you and John in the room.
"Let's just say that you've been teasing John about how you used to give marks for your boyfriends on how well they kissed. He asks you if any of them ever got a ten and you say no. Let's take it from there."
"Action." Frank calls from behind the camera.
"So if I kissed you what would I need to do to get a ten?" He has a small smirk as he takes off his suit coat and hangs it on the hanger provided.
"Oh I don't know exactly." You show you're thinking. "It'd not just be your lips on mine, it'd be the way you hold me, the way you smell and the passion you'd build up inside me."
He moves over towards you and extends his hand to unsnap your coat's single button. With slow fingers he peels it over your shoulders looking at the golden bare skin of your arms as each centimeter is revealed. As he moves it off your arms you take in his scent and the warmth of his body so close to yours. Once off he places your coat on the desk behind you and then moves his arms around your waist. You accept his every move and anticipate the wonder of his mouth on yours.
"Am I doing this right?" He moves in closer so that you feel his warm breath on your face and know he could never do anything wrong.
"Uh huh." Your words are cut short when his lips meet yours. He gives you a few soft, short kisses first as an appetizer and then pushes more forcefully. This will be no screen kiss; it's too real. You open your mouth first, which signals him to go further.
He gently eases you back onto the desk behind you and pushes off the few items that were on top. He lays you down as he hovers on top. His whole body moves on yours as he kisses deeply. Your tongue pushes and glides on his as you are both in your own pleasurable world.
How many times Frank says the word 'cut' is not known but he has to almost pull you apart. Your eyes are still hungry for each other as Frank continues talking.
"I've called for the ice-buckets you two." He laughs. "Okay, excellent job. That's the end of the audition. I have two more couples to see then I'll get back to you."
You finally find the words and lift yourself off the desk.
"So when would you expect to know?"
"Maybe tomorrow or the day after. Give my assistant your contact numbers while you're here in LA and I'll be in touch."
That kiss and the way it has left you feeling will not go away anytime soon and by that look of John's he's feeling the same way. ~RPC
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Part Three
Frank walks away and leaves you and John feeling a little awkward. You have just kissed passionately in front of the camera and felt things that should not be felt between actors on a set. You look into his eyes and confusion begins to set in. "John, why are you here? Or do you have an identical twin in Nevada?"
He says you really need to talk, but the set with all the craft people hanging around is not the place. He invites you back to his apartment and you can't say no. After arriving there, he says there's something he needs to show you. To your surprise, he produces your chiffon blouse, the one you left behind in Nowheresville.
You begin to worry, thinking that he was stalking you and that you've fallen for a slick, devilishly handsome, sexy psycho.
You ask if he knew what you were going to do at your appointment in LA. He says he wasn't sure, but he saw a copy of the script in your car, but he didn't know exactly why you had it. There were too many possibilities for why you had it.
He says he is just an actor looking for his big break in television like you are. After what you've shared in the last 24 hours, you want to believe him. You need to believe him. Could it be possible that this man is who he says he is? Then why was he working at a gas station in the desert? What were the guns doing there? And the dusty pictures on the walls? ~CAC/RPC
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As you stare into his sparkling blue eyes you come to realize that answering those mysterious questions will have to wait. All you really want is for him to kiss you the way he did on that set. He knows you want him; he can see it in your eyes. He eases closer to you; you wet your lips as he gets closer to your face. He's so close it's as if he's hovering over you. He knows what you want but he's not ready to comply. His cheek brushes up against yours as he moves closer to your ear.
Would you like a drink? Surprised by the question you answer yes. He leaves you standing there puzzled as to what just happened.
Suddenly the phone rings!
"Can you get that it might be Frank calling to give us good news." John calls from the kitchen,
It was Frank, he was surprized to hear your voice. You explain to him that John thought it would be a good idea to continue rehearsing just in case you got the parts. He tells you that you and John did get the job and fills you in on some of the particulars of the show. Soon John walks in the room carrying two glasses just as you hang up the phone.
He hands you your drink and you tell him the good news. He lets you take a sip then takes it from you and sets it down along with his.
He turns and says, with the sweetest sounding voice,
"I think we need to do something special to celebrate!" ~Muskrat
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Your mind turns a full circle thinking about what he means by a celebration. Is he thinking about sex? The events of earlier that day pop into your mind especially how he held you in the shower and how your bodies seemed to link perfectly in rhythmic unison. You want more but you want him to make the first move. This is all too sudden. Meeting the man from your dreams, making breathtaking love and then leaving him wondering if you'd see him again is only from fairytales.
To meet him again under such unanticipated circumstances, you believe, is a sign from God.
He gives you a sexy sideways look and then takes your hand in his and leads you to what you believe will be his bedroom. Your legs go to jelly thinking about being in bed with this man, shifting skin on skin in naked embrace. It all seems surreal, it's still light outside and you've been used to sex at night. The thought of seeing his body near yours and witnessing his expressions as he makes love to you feel your legs go wobbly and you almost collapse. As you glide down the hallway past a closed room you hear a rumbling sound and slow down then stop in your tracks.
John turns to you and speaks,
"That's my fax machine." He tries to pull you further down the hall but you resist.
"Aren't you just a little bit curious?"
"Curious?"
"Frank said he'd fax us the script for the pilot."
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"You know what would be fun?" You say impishly as you let go of his hand and enter the room. You look back to see him slightly disappointed but you know that expression will be fleeting with what you have in mind. By the look of the faxing it's almost done. The last page of the script says 49 out of 50. As you gather together the set of pages you feel his arms move around you from behind and his lips brush over your ear.
His heavy breathing in your ear and his hands moving over your abdomen through your dress send you over the edge and he catches the pages with one hand as they almost drop to the floor.
"This fun you're talking about, will it happen in the bedroom?" The way he turns you around in his arms and has his lips close to yours almost makes you give in and take him there on the floor. Instead you show some control for what you have planned. This time it's your turn to take his hand and lead him to where you believe is his room.
You look to see if he still has the script and sit on his bed pulling him with you.
"We both know that this series if it's taken up by the networks will be risqu�." You take the script from him and flick through the pages.
"I was told there might be romance involved." John moves closer to you on the bed and you know that it won't be long before you are both under the covers, involved in activities you both want keenly.
You find the pages you were searching for and lay it open for him to see.
"Let's rehearse this part." You point to the start of the section headed 'Love Scene' and see his eyes go wide as he begins to read the lines. ~RPC
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"I'm meant to do this in front of the camera?"
"Weren't you told?" Your stomach turns into a knot and you begin to have doubts that the series will be one that John truly wants. How could they have told you and not him?
"It says here that we find a small motel with adjoining rooms. Between the rooms is a shared bathroom and I'm meant to be totally naked getting into the shower when you unexpectedly come into the room for the hairbrush you left behind, dressed only in a towel." His eyes keep skimming the lines as you talk and you see an incredulity that alarms you.
You too were initially apprehensive when told of the sexuality that would be portrayed in the pilot and the series but when you were assured it would be tastefully done and nothing uncomfortable would be expected of you then you agreed to audition. How could John not be told of this?
He keeps reading aloud,
"The camera gets the rear view of me as I step foot in the shower and I turn around when I hear your apology for coming in without knocking."
"So you're uncomfortable with that? How could they not tell you?" Your stomach does another turn; you want him to be your leading man. This mind of yours is ready for him and no other.
"It then says that the air is filled with a chemistry that lures our bodies together. My hand reaches out and without words unwraps the towel letting it slip to the floor. I marvel with wide hungry eyes at the sleekness of the body before me." His pools of blue look to yours and you see the worry lines ever so slightly on his brow. "I don't expect you to know but how much will the camera see in all this?"
"John, tell me now if you are going to back out of this because I don't think I could do this, be this intimate in front of the camera, just with any man."
He places the open pages on the floor beside the bed and then sits alongside you, the worry lines still apparent. As he opens his mouth to talk you feel like sealing his apparent response with your kiss. ~RPC
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As your lips join in perfect unison you feel his body soften against yours and you know you may be able to persuade him to change his mind. Your mind goes back to the on screen kiss of his, the way he held you over the desk, his tongue probing your mouth, your legs ready to spread for him. If there were no cameras and crew around then you would have done the deed on that desk there and then. You knew he wanted it too. Men made it all too clear. You truly desire that feeling back again so deepen the kiss as your hands begin to wander over his back and down to the belt of his dress pants.
Does he know what you're doing besides the obvious? He seems a smart man but you have only one item on the agenda now, to make love to him in his bed; to touch your skin on his and to experience the feel of his essence inside you for a second time that day and in your life. His hands respond to your fingers feeling around the rim of his belt by unzipping your black dress slowly down your back. As each bit of skin is exposed he feels it with his fingertips sending those telltale sparks that energize your core. ~RPC
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Four sets of fingers explore clothing fasteners and begin to unravel, untie and unbutton. Your lips stay linked in a blissful enduring kiss that you want to experience forever. Your fingertips feel their way underneath his dress shirt and you peel it from his invigorated body and down over his strong arms. As you slip the cuffs over his hands you immediately go back to his chest and chart the appetizing contours with your fingertips.
Your mouths are steamy and glossy as you break for air. His heart is beating furiously under your hand as his fingers move your sleeveless dress off your shoulders. You watch his avarous eyes as they admire your body from top to bottom. Slowly slipping off the bed you let your dress slide down your torso as his eyes watch your every move.
Never in your wildest dreams when you got dressed before the audition did you think you'd be showing off your underwear. You felt sexy wearing expensive underwear and today is the day it will pay off. As you wriggle out of your dress your black satin push-up bra is exposed, with lace straps and matching lace panties. John's mouth stays open as you move towards him and pull his belt from its keepers. ~RPC
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You won't let him touch you until his dress pants are all the way off and both sets of socks and shoes are all in a pile on the ground. As he lies above you on the bed dressed only in his navy blue briefs your eyes meet and tell each other the story of what will happen in the next few moments.
John bends down for another endless kiss until the wait is all too much.
"John." In your disorientation you are hardly aware of speaking but your lover hears it and responds by lifting you to unclasp the back of your bra. The hands that were on his back travel down to feel his ass and absent fingers urge him to go further.
"You are the most beautiful woman I've met." He exhales in your ear as he moves the bra straps off your shoulders then freeing your breasts. The magic of his voice is only surpassed by the way his fingers move over your skin making every nerve ending come alive.
He lays you on the bed again and moves his head down to take a breast in his mouth. You move your arms above your head giving him more access. His tongue swivels around the nipple before he moves to the other side for further attention. Involuntary sounds come from your mouth as he moves his way up to your lips stifling the hums back into your throat.
Your thumbs hook the rim of his boxers as a signal you are ready and he lifts himself so you can take them down. When your arms are stretched as far down as they will reach he does the rest of the job himself and then goes for your underwear.
Without a stitch on your bodies you roll and play together experiencing the wonderful sensation of closeness and physical union. He moves in you and on you with a fluidity that makes you lose all consciousness of time and reality. Your eyes close then open seeing his face line free and visibly in the same reality as you. His face contorts a little then relaxes as you both feel the physical manifestation of love shared between your beings.
He lightly lies on your still sizzling body and whispers in your ear.
"That was awesome." You hum contentment as he lies beside you, still getting back his breath. You look into his face wondering if this act has swayed his mind. You have to ask him or the question would plague you. He places an arm over you and draws you closer.
"So what will you do John, about the pilot?"
"The pilot?" He needs time to get his mind on other things.
"Please don't back out too easily." His eyes are closed and his expression nondescript and you're not sure what he will say.
"Who said anything about backing out?" You watch his face in confusion and then see the faint start of a lip curl until it transforms into a fully-fledged smile.
"John?" That smile is all too easily an admission that he's been stringing you along all this time.
"I'm an actor remember? Was I convincing?" He just laughs as you push on his chest initially with a little annoyance but soon feeling relief. ~RPC
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Part Four - Nowheresville, Nevada
The next morning you wake up beside your mystery man. You quietly slip out of bed and head for the shower. You look all around the room for the shampoo. When you can't find it you open the door of a small cabinet. While looking through the contents you come across something you didn't expect to see. You remove the item from the cabinet to take a better look. There is no indication as to whom it belongs to and it's certainly not John's.
You place it back in the cabinet and step into the shower. As you shower you realize how little you know of the man in the other room. You wonder if the item you found belonged to a girlfriend or maybe his ex-wife. You get out and begin drying yourself off. John enters right at that moment. He takes the towel and begins drying you off himself.
As he's towel drying your hair you want to ask him about the item in the cabinet but you don't want to spoil the soothing feeling he's giving you. ~Muskrat
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He leans over and opens the same cabinet to retrieve a hairbrush and you're glad you put back the item in the same place you'd found it. As he glides the bristles through your hair from the back your eyes close enjoying the feeling this is giving you. Never before has a man done this. After placing the brush on the sink he rests his large hands on your shoulders and turns you to look into his morning eyes.
You see admiration there and can't help but feel renewed desire growing from deep within. How could this man not be attached? He is fine looking, lithe bodied, and agile in bed. He must have swept many women off their feet with his appealing manner. You want to say something about the item, to find out a little about its owner, but you see him leaning towards you for a morning kiss. You now want him more than the information.
All thoughts of past or present acquaintances fall from your mind as your parted lips meet and his arms slide around your unclothed body. Fingers slip up his back and you clutch him bringing his skin in contact with yours. Your mind only fleetingly thinks of the time and that your rehearsal starts in an hour as he seductively draws you back to the bedroom. ~RPcrazy
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The shower is running in the other room as you make your way through his apartment to the kitchen. Still dressed in yesterday's black outfit you decide to go along with John's suggestion of helping yourself to breakfast. After some food you decide to go back to your hotel for some fresh clothes. It'd probably be just as well for you and John to arrive separately anyway. After discussing it with him you both decide to keep your affiliations secret for now. It would add complications to this project still only in its infancy.
This pilot is all-important to you. You have been seeking acting work just like this for a little over a year since deciding a career in Law was not what you really desired. Acting was previously your hobby but is now your passion. This pilot would provide income to supplement your dwindling cash reserves but in so doing would bring back your 'joie de vivre' that had been lacking for so long.
Meeting John was totally unexpected and still a little scary. Your eyes inadvertently see some framed pictures on a freestanding bookcase and the investigator in you must take a look. Your mouth has been too occupied by John's to have time to ask questions so you need to find answers for yourself. In one photo you stumble across two men dressed casually one with his arm around the other. One is John and the other bears a close resemblance to him. So John has a brother?
You see another with a smiling faced man and a woman. Your mouth drops as you pick it up and notice a striking blond woman very close to your lover with her arm around his waist and his around her shoulders. On closer inspection her left hand sports what very much looks like an engagement ring. ~RPC
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You couldn't stop yourself from picking up the picture of John with the beautiful blond to take a closer look. While gazing closely at this picture, you fail to notice that it's been a while since the shower stopped running. In fact, you were so absorbed that you didn't realize that John had come up behind you and was looking over your shoulder at what was in your hand.
Feeling like you've just been caught with your hand in the cookie jar, all you can think of to say is the obvious. "She's very beautiful," you mumble without looking at him. John merely replies, "Yes, she is," and walks away.
For some reason, "You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind is blowing," pops into your head. You've just sensed the mood shift in the room and don't know how to right it. Maybe she's his sister, you think. Right! Some investigator you are. A recent tragedy and he's not ready to let go?
You keep avoiding the inevitable conclusion. She must be a current flame - a current flame with an engagement ring. No one would keep a picture of an ex out in the open to remind them, would they? ~CAC
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The feeling in your stomach weighs down like a lead balloon. You know you must be jumping to conclusions but you can't stop your body reacting to your paranoid thoughts. Why didn't he just come out with who she was? Why did he walk away? There was nothing in his voice to suggest anything other than someone who had shared or was still sharing a part of his life.
There are sounds from the kitchen as John is preparing breakfast but you can't bring yourself to confront him just yet. Thoughts in your mind go two ways, either go and face him on the issue or leave without saying goodbye. Even before your mind has made the choice your body decides for you. You collect your handbag and quietly leave his apartment.
Glad that there is an approaching cab you hail it to take you back to your hotel.
"Le Meridien." Is all you say and you see the driver eyeing you in his rear mirror.
"Boyfriend troubles?" You know you must look upset and confused but you shake your head not wanting to talk about it with anyone.
As the cab makes its way through the LA stop, start traffic it gives your mind time to think.
If John had a fianc� then why lure you into his bed? He did not seem the dishonest kind. On the other hand you've only known him less than two days. How could you possibly know if he was cheating or not? You remember the touch of his hands on your body, his lips on yours and his being linked with yours that morning after the shower and you sigh. Pangs of regret for leaving him without a goodbye begin to build and you consider asking the cab driver to go back. Again your body makes the decision and remains quiet and still.
As you pay the driver and step out of the cab at the hotel's lobby you take a deep breath. Today is your first day of filming. You are an actor, even if there is tension between you; you know you will do one hell of a job at pulling this off. ~RPC
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You head up to your hotel room, your mind spinning with what has happened that morning. Life doesn't seem to move along at all and then everything moves at light speed. You can barely process what has happened the last few days, professionally or personally.
Maybe he'll have left a message for you. You hurry to your room, checking the phone to see if the red light is lit indicating a message. Then you think, did you even tell him where you were staying? No, of course not. It never came up.
You're starting to feel foolish at the way you just left without saying anything, but that was water under the bridge now. You change into jeans and a short sleeve top and gather everything you'll need for the script readings and rehearsals you expect to be doing that day, the key word being expect. You don't believe, no, you can't believe that the morning's events would change that.
John was too much the professional to allow anything to interfere with this opportunity.
You get your convertible and make your way over to the studio. The guard recognizes you from the previous day and waves you through, indicating a parking spot. You gather not only your things, but also your courage, take a deep breath and make your way over to the production office.
You enter and are ushered into a back room where other cast members and production people, including Frank, the director, are already waiting. They greet you warmly. You can't help but notice that John hasn't arrived yet.
Frank announces in an upbeat voice that it was time to get started. You resist asking him where John is, as if having your leading man absent on the first day of work was the most natural thing in the world. Everyone gets settled into chairs with bottles of water and script pages start ruffling.
Suddenly the door opens and there he is in jeans and t-shirt. He gives a quick look around the room, greeting people by name and his eyes come to rest on you. You put on your game face and give him a monosyllabic greeting. You're afraid to say any more. Frank indicates that John should sit next to you and chairs start moving and squeaking over the floor as one of your neighbors makes room for John next to you.
It's crowded around the table and your bare arms rub together. He doesn't pull away, but there's nowhere to go. You bo