The Life of Lisa
He kissed her ever so lightly on the cheek, his lips making a soft smacking sound, and then full on the mouth, sending fireworks down to where the tingles had been only a moment ago. Slowly, he rolled her over onto her back and sat up next to her, kissing her again on the lips, then neck. He slowly began moving his light, attentive kisses down towards her stomach, and she arched her back and pressed her hips forward to receive him, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.
“Cut, cut, cut!” a sharp voice echoed from the corner of the room. “Right, well done guys I think that’s a wrap.”
The director’s voice took all the life from her immediately, but she kept her eyes closed for another second, trying to cling to the moment as the set crew began busying themselves around her.
He sat up, respectfully pulling away from her. “Thanks, Laura,” he said cheerfully, reaching behind the bed. “That was fun. Here’s your robe.”
She opened her eyes, giving in to reality, and sat up to wrap the robe around her exposed upper half, all the while trying to read his face. It was happy, cheerful, but immediately removed from the intimacy of a minute before.
“Ummm, yeah Greg. That was rather enjoyable,” she giggled, trying to lay on just the right amount of flirtatiousness to let him know she had actually enjoyed it. “Pity we got cut when we did, hey?” She finished with a casual wink that wholly understated how desperate she had been for him to continue on his exploratory journey under the sheets.
He laughed, flashing that absorbing smile again. “A pity indeed; the curse of being a professional hey? I hope I kept to the boundaries?”
She wanted to grab him, pull him towards her and let him have her right then and there in front of everyone. She wouldn’t even notice the crew as they continued pulling down lights and winding up cables.