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"Do you have any boundaries?" He looked at me expectantly, all business, totally professional but still with those sweet smiling eyes. "If you do, let me know now - I'll respect any limits you have, I won't cross any lines." He looked out the window to see if the rain had started yet. "I don't have any, so you can do anything you want to me," he added as an afterthought.
The makeup lady looked up with a cocked eyebrow from her position in front of me. She was dabbing concealer on a bruise just above my knee. "I think I'm good," I replied, hiding my face in my coffee cup. "We're just doing a straight sex scene, is that right?"
"Yes, fairly straightforward. Although Benecio told me to run with whatever feels right at the moment." He averted his eyes while the makeup lady moved my robe aside to check higher up my thighs for marks. I was embarrassed that she kept finding so many things that needed to be covered up. "Are you okay with that? Spontaneity?"
I thought it funny - in a cute way - that Mr Hiddleston looked away every time my robe had to be moved. In less than an hour we would be in bed together, completely naked, simulating rough sex. Yet still he was so much the gentleman that he wouldn't look at me while anything more than my knees were exposed. "I think I can handle that," I replied. I couldn't really think of anything else to say. He smiled, a wonderfully gentle smile that calmed my nerves and made me feel at ease. He was already in costume and makeup, looking very Victorian in a disturbingly dark, sexy sort of way.
"Good," he said, reaching out to touch the sleeve of my robe. "Just let me know if anything makes you uncomfortable."
He left for the set after that, which I was thankful for because my robe had to come off for the makeup lady to inspect my other bits and parts for bruises and imperfections. There's not much more undignified than standing spread-eagled while a drama school major kneels between your legs dabbing flesh paint on your buttcheeks. It wasn't my best moment.
But when it was done, I had to admit I looked pretty good.
"There's a reason you were hired for this job," the makeup lady commented as she touched up a few freckles and sunspots across my shoulders. "But your perfect complexion wasn't it."
I nodded in agreement. She was right - I had a decent shape, but good skin had to be faked. "And that's the reason you were hired for this job," I jibed back at her. She laughed, shrugging.
"From what I understand, we're going to be seeing a lot of each other for the next couple of weeks."
Mr Hiddleston was on the set, deep in discussion with the director when I arrived. Neither of them looked at me as the assistant moved me into position, instructing me as to how I was to lay on the big Victorian bed. I let her move my arms and legs the way the script dictated, listening carefully to her directions until Tom came and sat down on the edge of the bed, flashing me one of those wonderful warm smiles of his. I'd seen a few, mostly aimed at other people, but now he had one for me. It was calming, and the butterflies in my stomach settled a bit.
"Doing alright darling?" he asked me quietly as the sound guys started shushing people and making final adjustments on the equipment that was hanging around us. I nodded and he averted his eyes politely as the wardrobe assistant had me sit up to remove my robe. I was completely naked under it, and shaking so hard now that the moment of truth had arrived. I lay back on the bed in the same position I'd been in, and closed my eyes.
"You'll do fine, sweetheart," I heard him whisper as the director called for the all-quiet. "Just follow my lead and do what comes naturally."
I did as I was told and acted natural, even though a movie set is about the least natural setting you could ever imagine for sex. There were people all around us - though it was a closed set at Mr Hiddleston's request, so the numbers were kept to an absolute minimum - and it was hard to ignore the various cameras and microphones shoved at us from all sides. But once the director called action and we started our pretend lovemaking, everything around us seemed to fade away for a few moments. He reached out and touched me, his hand warm and strong, sliding slowly up my stomach to my bare breast, where he caressed me gently for a moment before standing to undress himself. When he lay down on top of me and I felt his long, lean body, completely naked and pressing down against me, my nervousness left me entirely and I started to respond to his touches and kisses with fervor. I'd been instructed to "react with abandon". Remembering that he'd told me he had no boundaries, I let my hands glide over him, sliding slowly down his bare back to his behind, where I gripped him firmly with both hands. I heard his breath catch in his throat next to my ear where he was nuzzling me, and in the next moment I felt him grow stiff against my stomach.
His moan against my ear sounded all too real as the lighting guy called for a cut to readjust some filters.
"You two stay put," we were instructed; Tom lifted his head just enough to look at me and I saw the beginning of a slightly embarrassed smile tugging at his lips.
"Sorry about that," he whispered. "You took me a bit by surprise."
I tried to lay perfectly still beneath him, but I could still feel his erection poking me in the stomach. "You said to do whatever came naturally," I whispered back. "Was that too natural?"
He chuckled softly. "There's no such thing as too natural...except maybe..." He glanced down between us. "Except maybe my reaction."
When the director resumed filming, we continued as if nothing had happened, but his erection didn't go away and by the time we were finished I felt distinctly warm and fluttery in the pit of my stomach. When final cut was called, we extricated ourselves from around and under each other and sat up, wrapping ourselves in the oversized robes the wardrobe girl handed us. I was escorted off the set, replaced by the actress whose body I was filling in for, but as I exited I glanced back at Mr Hiddleston, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands folded on his upper thighs.
He was smiling at me, that same warm smile he'd given me earlier to calm me. Only this time he quirked an eyebrow up and tipped his head down, motioning toward his lap.
I had to laugh.
I returned to my trailer and immediately got in the shower to wash off the body makeup; it felt sticky and cloying on my skin, but mostly I felt the need to cool down. The fluttery feeling was still tickling in my stomach and I couldn't forget the undeniably overpowering sensation of maleness from his cock, so hard and heated, pushing against me as we finished our scene. His breathing had been ragged and labored on my throat, undoubtedly convincing for the cameras. But he and I both knew it wasn't acting. There had been no climax in our script, no satisfying finish for our characters, as that part was to be filmed at a later date...but as the warm water rushed over me and my hand slowly snaked down between my legs, I decided I'd earned one for myself.
I wondered if he would do the same.
To be continued...