Closer

Thanks for your review! Please, be brutally honest; I\'m not sure where I\'m going with this story exactly. Also, do I need more... details? After reading this chap, let me know. But it gets better. I swear!


Present Day


Rosalyn abruptly broke eye contact and picked up her menu. *Damn.* She chastised herself. She used to pride herself on the fact of never backing down from anyone. That had always held true, except when it came to him evidently. Especially now.

\"Um, there\'s a specific reason why I asked to meet you here.\" She started.

\"I assume not to reminisce about way back when.\" He said with a lift of his eyebrow.

\"Yeah. My agent informed me that sometime in the near future, by like the fourth episode, that\'ll we\'ll have to do some love scenes, of the steamy sort.\" She said, all the while not looking at him.

\"Oh, I see. Well, in all honestly, it\'s not like it\'s something we haven\'t- \"

\"Don\'t. That was... different. That was when we were involved and not working together. That was real, and there was no audience or cameras.\"

\"You sure \'bout that last part?\" He said with a teasing grin.

\"God, can\'t you be serious? This is a very complicated situation, well, for me anyway.\" She said, finally looking him in the eyes.

\"Look, it\'s just business, right? We\'re both professionals, nothing to worry about.\" *Who the hell am I kidding?* he thought. Of course about two weeks later when he saw her in her practically painted on tiger suit, it was all over. The blue and black patent leather suit accentuated every dip and curve of her body. It had him and practically every other guy on the set drooling for her.

As he noticed the other guys clearly booting up the hard drive for her, a sudden, tsunami wave of possession came ohim.him. Though she never was and never would be his or anyone else\'s to possess, he quickly made up some bull shit excuse to take her to his dressing room. As soon as he had her there, all alone, he didn\'t have the slightest idea as to what the hell he was doing. She regarded him with a confused, then an impatient look as the silence droned on. Then as realization dawned on her, she got a crafty look in her eyes.

Rosalyn slowly walked closer to him. He became deeply mesmerized by her swaying hips and overt cleavage. Because of her three inch boots, they now stood eye to eye. She gave a slight tilt of her head as she scrutinized him.

\"Is there any real reason as to why I\'m here Sean?\"

\"Um... yeah. allyally there is. I wanted to uh, go over some lines with you- in private obviously. Ya know, to... get a better feel, I mean grasp, uh, understanding of the characters\' situation.\"

\"Oh, and it had nothing to do with all of those guys out there ogling my hot bod?\" She asked sarcastically.

\"Huh, way to toot your own horn, sweetheart. But I believe I like it much better when you used to toot... something else.\" He said with a smirk. Rosalyn felt her face flush. *Damn him.* Well, at least he couldn\'t actually see the blush.

\"Look, what happened to professionalism? I don\'t need your protection from the other testosterone in the room okay? I\'m a big girl now.\"

\"Yes, and how\'ve you grown.\" He said as he unabashedly eyed her up and down.

\"Yeah, you too.\" She said as she looked pointedly at the evident tightness in his jeans. He noticed her perusal and slowly stepped closer to her. She felt like the antelope being stalked by the lion.

\"Like what you see, do you? I know I sure as hell do. In fact, I always have.\" He said in a lustful voice. His palpable closeness and arousal began affecting her, so she moved several paces closer- to the door.

\"We can\'t- I have to go. The director is probably ready to shoot now. Maybe we can run lines together later.\" She said before practically running out. Sean decided in that moment that they definitely had to have a serious talk. He needed to apologize for his stupidity in ever letting her go; for pushing her away. He realized that not only had he not stopped loving her, but she hadn\'t stopped loving him. He had to make a move before it was too late.


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Rosalyn had great difficulty concentrating on her scene. She couldn\'t stop thinking of him, and the past, and it was all really pissing her off. In that moment, she made a decision to banish him from her life. Well, in a personal sense anyway. She couldn\'t allow him to get closer to her, to her heart. She couldn\'t afford to be emotionally destroyed. Not now- too much was at stake. *No more destractions.* She told her mind sternly. *Forget Sean Edwards and forget men. I have a show to do.*


FlasFlashback- Day after the party...

The next day, Rosalyn couldn\'t decide whether or not to call Sean. She wanted to know his thoughts on last night\'s events, but on the other hand, she didn\'t want it to seem like she was sweatin\' his balls (figuratively speaking of course). It was just that, last night was incredibly intense. She\'d never felt that before. As she sat on the couch staring at the cordless phone, the doorbell rang.

\"God. Mom probably ordered more crap from QVC.\" She said to herself, thinking it was the UPS man at the door with another package. Of course, it wasn\'t.

\"Uh, hey. Hope this isn\'t a bad time?\" Sean asked with uncertainty. He felt odd coming over unannounced, but he had to see her.

\"Oh, no. You can come in if you want.\" She said awkwardly, stepping to the side. She felt terribly embarrassed. Not because of last night, but because he was now seeing her in her \"strictly house hold, only my mama will see\" attire. But, she was just being insane. She merely had on a large T-shirt and short, drawstring shorts sans bra. It made all kinds of wicked thoughts race through Sean\'s head. She locked the door and led him over to the couch in the living room. He sat relatively close to her, but not so close that their legs were touching. The intimate contact might fog his brain even more, and he felt they really needed to talk.

\"We need to talk.\" He blurted out.

\"Okay. What about?\"

\"Well, does, does what happened between us last night make you uncomfortable around me?\" A look of shock crossed her face before she answered him.

\"No! What makes you ask that?\"

\"I dunno. It\'s just, well, things moved so quickly in a matter of minutes. I know how I feel about you, but how do you feel about me?\" She looked at him then, so intently.

\"How do you feel about me Sean?\" She asked quietly. He scooted closer then, and gently grasped one of her hands, resting their hands together on her lap. Looking her straight in the eyes, he spoke.

\"I feel many things for you. Some of which I can\'t even begin to describe. But, what I can say is that I care very much for you, I want you, and I feel the need to be close to you.\"

\"Close to me how?\" She asked in a breathy voice, gulping slightly.

\"In every way possible.\" He said as he gazed at her with his blue, soulful eyes. She gazed back at him just as intently, silent. He slowly leaned forward and laid butterfly kisses on her neck, sy evy evolving into light nips and bites. She briefly stiffened in surprise at his actions before completely relaxing against him. He moved his head slowly up her neck until he reached her lin line, moving across it to her mouth. He stopped there, leaning his forehead against hers, their noses lightly touching and eyes lightly closed. He rubbed his thumb in a circular motion on her hand as he spoke to her.

\"Rosalyn, I want you.\" He nearly whispered. In response, she laid back on the couch and tentati pla placed his hand on her breast, as he watched in awe and curiosity.

\"Touch me.\" She replied in a nearly inaudible voice.

\"Is your mom home?\" He asked as he looked towards the doorway, as if expecting her to suddenly materialize there.

\"No. She\'s at work. She\'ll be there until late tonight.\" She said. He focused his attention back on her, moving his hand slowly from her breast and down her torso, only to bring the hem of her shirt up and over her head. Feeling self conscious of her not so large breasts, she quickly crossed her arms over them. He gave her a smile of reassurance as he gently moved her arms out of the way.

\"No need to be ashamed. You\'re beautiful.\" He then gently clasped her hands as he leaned over her; his body between her legs. She clasped his hands in turn as they leaned into each other for a kiss, her legs pulling his lower body closer to hers. They slowly rocked against one another as the kiss intensified, causing them both to moan in pleasure. Sean stopped the kiss to place his mouth on one of her breasts, giving it similar ministrations as the ones he performed on her neck. Rosalyn could feel her heart speed up, her breath increasing as she felt herself becoming wetter.

Sean felt himself harden further as his excitement increased, and as her pleasure grew. He longed to touch her down there. As he moved his attention to her other breast while simultaneously caressing the other, he used his free hand to delve into the waistband of her shorts. If her increased moaning and writhing was any indication, she wanted more. But Sean needed to hear her say it.

\"Tell me what you want.\"

\"What?\" She asked in complete confusion. In slightly labored breath, he asked her again.

\"Tell me what you want- exactly.\"

\"I\'m not sure, \'exactly.\' I\'m just not ready to go.... all the way.\" She said cautiously. He gave her a little grin before responding.

\"Alright then. Let\'s see how you like this....\" He said as he pulled down her shorts and descended his head. His soft, wet, searching tongue brought her to heights of ecstasy she never even knew existed.