Hair and Makeup: Chapter 17
I woke up around 10, muscles sore and achy. I watched Eric sleep for a minute. He was such a beautiful man and so sweet and kind to me. I knew I was falling in love with him and there was nothing I could do to prevent it. I told myself just to enjoy the ride and try not to dwell on the fact that this was a temporary utopia. I would try and take from it a lesson—maybe how to ask for what I needed in bed. How to be more assertive, sexier. How to accept my sexuality and embrace it without being shy. These were all things I wanted to work on, and who better than to help me that the sexiest man alive (twice)?
I used the bathroom and went down to load the washing machine with my second load of laundry. Then I stopped in the kitchen to assess our options. The refrigerator was quite well-stocked and I wondered if Eric did his own shopping. I found the coffee maker and started a pot. I knew it would be a minute before the coffee was ready and wanted to watch Eric sleep a little more so I went back to his room.
He was lying on his stomach, sprawled across the bed, his perfect butt exposed in all its glory. I reminded myself of the lessons I was working on and removed my gown, tossing it over to my side of the bed. Then I pressed myself to his back and reached around to see what I could find. He was already hard as a rock and just kind of moaned when I touched him. I hoped it was a good moan and not an objection and so I asked if it was okay for me to touch him. I got an affirmative moan.
He turned over and held me, stroking my back and my butt. I just held onto his beautiful erection. When he started to kiss my neck, I relaxed a bit, but his mouth on my nipple was my undoing. Apparently, this assertive thing works pretty well.
In short order, Eric was kissing his way down my body and I was internally celebrating that another orgasm was headed my way. Yeah, I think he likes that. I knew I sure did. I opened my legs, forgetting to be self-conscious in the soft daylight and let him do his thing. After I came, I tried to get ahold of myself so I could please him in return, but before I could even catch my breath, he was on me and in me and I was overwhelmed with pleasure all over again. He watched me the whole time, staring into my eyes with a concentrated intensity, like he was studying my every response. He asked me if it felt good and I couldn’t think or speak or even feel anything except him filling me and pleasing me. He changed positions a little to go deeper and then began to touch my clit while he rode me. I started to recognize the feelings that indicated I was on my way to an orgasm, only this time when he was all the way inside me, it intensified the pleasure unlike anything else I’d ever felt. Just when I thought it couldn’t feel any better, he’d push in and I’d lose my mind. When I came, I think I may have screamed out, I’m really not sure. I was out of my mind. I had never felt anything to match it and wondered how I’d ever be satisfied ever again with a climax unless I had Eric Northman inside me at the time. The man was sexual magic.
We both fell asleep in a sweaty tangle until the aroma of coffee roused me. I slipped out from under a heavy leg and arm and found my nightgown before heading downstairs again. I put my clothes in the dryer and started to fix some food. I was starving and wasn’t sure if Eric had plans to take me out or not, but I didn’t want to wait. I was getting ready to go up and wake him when he appeared, sleepy-eyed and bare-chested and gave me a soft kiss and a long hug. “You didn’t have to do this, honey. But I’m glad you did. I’m starving.” Honey—that was my first honey. It felt very domestic. Nice.
We sat at the table and watched the beach while we ate eggs and toast and fruit.. “Could we go out on the beach a little?” I’d brought my bathing suit, hoping for a little beach time.
“Sure. That sounds great.”
I cleaned up the dishes and threw my suit on and tossed a couple of bottles of water into my bag just as Eric appeared in a pair of swim trunks holding some towels and his script.
The weather couldn’t have been any more perfect. It was sunny and warm, but with a little breeze. There were a few other couples and a family with kids not too far away, but it was pretty private for the most part. Eric protested when I brought out the sunscreen, saying it was for pussies.
“No, it’s for actors who play vampires and don’t want to make their makeup artist work any harder than necessary.” He finally caved and actually moaned a little when I was rubbing it in.
Eric read his script and I dozed off and on, wondering if I would ever feel caught up on my sleep. I left him deep in his studying and walked the beach for a while. It was so beautiful. If I had all the money in the world, this was where I’d live. Eric had such a great life. Sure, he worked hard, but he loved his work and his reward was a life on the beach, the best service in the best restaurants, women wanting him, men wanting to be him, never a money worry. He was a lucky man. And I felt lucky to get to share his life, even briefly.
When I got back to our spot, Eric was lying on his back asleep. I lay down beside him. He never opened his eyes, but just took my hand and squeezed it. I laced my fingers through his and closed my eyes, completely happy with the world.
When I woke again, I turned to see Eric on his stomach, propped up on his elbows reading, then looking away and mouthing his lines. He had so much dialog in this film, and was in almost every scene. It was a lot of pressure. When he realized I was awake, he leaned over and gave me a little kiss.
“What time do you think it is?”
“I don’t know. Four maybe. Do you have to go?”
“Yeah. I need to clean my apartment at least a little. Thanks for letting me do my laundry here.”
“Sure. Why don’t you just get a maid?”
“There’s not that much to do. It’s a small apartment.” And I couldn’t afford it, but I kept that part to myself.
“Why don’t you stay here tonight? You’ve got clothes. You can ride in with me in the morning.”
“Actually, my call time is an hour before yours tomorrow. I have to re-set the trailer. We’re on the backlot.”
“Oh. I could get an earlier pick-up.”
“No, honey, you need your sleep.” I started to gather our things. We stood and shook the towels out before heading back inside.
I went down to fold my laundry. When I came back up, I got my things together and threw a top and pair of shorts over my bathing suit and went to find Eric to say good bye. He was in the kitchen, drinking a glass of orange juice and staring out the window. I hugged him from behind. He just turned a little and wrapped an arm around me, offering me some of his juice. “Thank you for a wonderful weekend.”
“Are you sure you can’t stay?”
“No, not this time.” He set the glass down and kissed me deeply. I seriously considered changing my mind. Honestly, on a normal day when our calls were the same, I would have. But I couldn’t be late, and Eric shouldn’t have to lose an hour of sleep on my account. This late in the film, every hour he could get was important. We were all at the point of exhaustion. And I knew it was only going to get worse.