Mirror

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: RPF - I'm GOING TO HELL! But hey, I'll have fun.

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There’s a waterbed in the bedroom

And a mirror on the ceiling.

As Gillian enters the closed set she looks up at the mirror and questions why the fuck it’s there, let alone above a bed. Chris is one sick and twisted man.

She lies down on the bed and looks at her reflection. She had just been at the gym and was hot, sweaty and tired, but didn’t feel like going to an empty home so she thought she’d come to the empty set and hang out on a soundstage.

“I don’t remember this scene.” David said from the doorway of his character’s bedroom, he himself sweaty from a work out where they had shared glances  at one another from the treadmill, then ran faster to make up for the lack of other exercise.

“Don’t you have wife to go home to?” Gillian said bitterly.

“She’s filming. Elsewhere.” David set entering the room and sitting on the bed looking down at her, “You know what that means.”

Gillian sighed, “Not in the mood.”

“You’re always in the mood.”

“What the fuck is this?” she said pointing up at the mirror.

David looked up, “Hmm. Mirror.”

“I know that, but why? Why would he do that? Why does he think we need that? That doesn’t fit with the show. Ever.”

“Only because people on the internet would storm the studios if something did happen with it.”

Gillian sat up, looking him in the eyes, “Do you think we’ll ever be able to use, character wise?”

“Only if we move to cable.”

“Want to pretend we’re on cable?” Gillian narrowed her eyes at him.

“I thought you weren’t in the mood?”

“Mood’s change.” She said pulling off her white t shirt, revealing only her sports bra, her nipples hard under it.

“I can pretend. Want me to get my gun?”

She giggled, “Just the one in your pants.” Then bit her tongue and such a stupid pun, “I’ve been around you too long.”

David nodded, “Of course, I’m a bad influence.” He said pulling off his shirt.

“Very.” She said pulling off her sports bra and tossing it to the floor, looking up at the lights surrounding them, “Is it wrong sometimes I wish a camera was on when we fuck on the set?”

“Then you have been around me too long.” David said pushing her on the water bed and enjoying how the water moved under her, like she was on a cloud. He pulled her yoga pants off and she watched as he cupped his fingers under the lace of her black thong and pulled it off just as quickly, exposing her and she rather enjoyed the view from above. His head moving to her center, kissing her thighs along the way, his tongue finding her opening and sliding it in.  She moaned her approval as he tasted her, savored her and teased her clit with his nose, rubbing it against the bud and taking in her scent as his tongue fucked her the way they both loved. They were so in tune with their characters that the gazing and the like would lead to trailers with locked doors, quickies in the closets and passing notes that would later go in the shredder. If only Chris knew what his shredder was being used, but in a way they thought he did – and thus explained the mirror above the bed.

Now he was inside of her, fucking her the way she liked, not too hard, not to soft, she was Goldilocks when it came to her co-star’s cock. No other man had compared and she realized this in the last year of her marriage. Now she was done dating, just needed this. To be fucked on the set she spent 16 hours a day on by the man she knew by heart, and only when his wife wasn’t in town. It was an arrangement they were happy with. Everyone was. It was just healthier to know.

David rubbed her clit with his thumb, beginning for more of a reaction, but she was exhausted and did what she could to show him that she was enjoying herself. Really enjoying herself. She replaced his hand with her own and returned the attention to her clit, watching from above as her hand moved, now she was enjoying this. Watching herself be fucked by the only man who could do it right. Usually when she came she closed her eyes, but she wanted to watch so she kept them open, watching her body tense, her back arch, her legs spread wider as the release came over her. David sped up his movements as he watched her come, enjoying the show before him and moved his hands to her breasts,  pinching her nipples, making her scream louder as her hands grabbed his wrists and she dug her nails into his skin. That would be a weird one to explain to the makeup lady and when he came squeezed her breasts harder, she dug her nails deeper and when he was done he let go of her breasts and her arms fell to her sides.

David bit the inside of his cheek and looked up, “You think there are camera’s under that mirror?”

“I fucking hope so.”