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Scarlett quickly scans the room and asks, “There’s no one else here, right?”
Erin responds, “I think we’re the last two.”
Scarlett takes a deep breath, looking down at Erin’s flushed, pink lips. Lips that she’s been lucky enough to touch - to shape, to feel the softness against her skin. She’s missed being this close to Erin, she’s missed whatever it was between them that first started on set over a year ago.
Despite her overwhelmingly busy schedule, she’s been unable to get Erin Kellyman out of her head.
Weeks ago when she called Erin to let her know Eleanor The Great was accepted into the Cannes Film Festival and heard the excitement and joy in Erin’s voice, it brought all of those feeling back to the forefront. Feelings she thought she had thoroughly tamped down.
She had been in New York rehearsing for her episode of Saturday Night Live when she saw the photos of Erin in a white McQueen dress and pointed leather boots. Pride rose in her chest seeing Erin make her Cannes red carpet debut. She wished she could be there with her.
Soon. Soon, she would be.
Finally able to rest on the plane ride over to France, a nervous excitement built within her. Doing press junkets, promotional work, interviews had become so deeply ingrained that almost nothing phased her on a regular movie press tour. But Eleanor The Great wasn’t a regular movie. It was her movie. Her directorial debut. Which meant everything rested on her shoulders. She couldn’t just enjoy the glitz and glamour of it all. Every media appearance, every marketing decision, the distribution strategies…she had a hand in all of it.
The thing that worried her the most was making sure June Squibb and Erin Kellyman, her two stars, had a great time at Cannes. She wanted the world to see Squibb’s astonishing and moving performance, and she wanted to introduce the world to a different side of Erin. She was everything an up-and-coming actor should be: open, dynamic, and committed.
She had seen firsthand how hard Erin had worked to embody her character, Nina, and the performance that Erin gave deserved its rightful recognition. Everyone is going to know you now, she had thought as she flipped through Getty Images of Erin on her phone.
Two days after she and her husband, Colin, arrived in Cannes, Eleanor The Great debuted in the Un Certain Regard category of the Cannes Film Festival. Distracted by the speech she had to give at the film’s debut and the constant hustle and bustle of Cannes, she barely had time to catch up with Erin and June. Her stomach was in knots as Eleanor The Great made its debut. It was the culmination of everything she had worked for in the last twenty plus years. Being able to share this moment with June and Erin meant the world to her.
As they watched the film together, she stole several small glances at Erin who was wholly engrossed in the film. Only once did their eyes meet. A wide smile crossed both of their faces. She reached across Colin’s seat and wrapped her fingers around Erin’s forearm, squeezing as she tried to convey how taken she was with Erin’s performance and how happy she was to have gone through this process with her.
As she reluctantly withdrew her hand, uncurling her fingers from the warmth of Erin’s skin and brought hers back across the theater seat, the smile faded from her face as her mind wandered. She knew Erin was going places and she wondered what she would do next. Erin was endlessly fascinating to her. Scarlett was a true extrovert through and through, but Erin oscillated between extroversion and introversion which made her all the more intriguing. She never knew which side would show up at any moment. Her curiosity always piqued in more ways than one around Erin.
As she hugged Erin and June during the 5-minute standing ovation for her film, a weight lifted off her shoulders. Relief coursed through her body as she held June and Erin’s hands, taking in the crowd’s reception. Feeling like she could finally relax and enjoy the rest of the festival, she let out a deep sigh as she took in the crowd's applause.
Later that evening, she graced the red carpet with Erin and June as they attended the screening of A Private Life. It was that damn draped black silk knit Louis Vuitton dress that Erin wore that threw her emotions into a full-blown spiral. The fact that most of it was sheer, except for the best parts, drove her wild.
Erin still wore the same long, thick braids down the back, as she did at Eleanor The Great’s screening, but the front was exquisitely pulled back. It gave a refinement to the look, that showcased her stunning freckles, full cheeks, and drop-dead gorgeous eyes.
As Scarlett walked the red carpet, she found herself staring; completely captured by Erin’s ethereal beauty. She was breathtaking, in every way. Scarlett had missed her…the way she carried herself amongst the chaos, how endearing her nervousness was, her ability to remain poised despite her nerves, and her humour always lingering under the surface.
The red carpet was packed. Knowing Erin dreaded huge events, she made sure to check in with her. Stretching her arm out, fingers reaching out to grab Erin’s hand, Scarlett asked “Are you okay?”
Twenty plus years in the business, and red carpets were second nature to her. Cannes was certainly bigger than most red carpets, but it was the same process.
Erin took a deep breath as she nodded. “I think so, yeah. It’s…a lot.”
Scarlett pulled her closer. “I know. It’s overwhelming at times. But think of Cannes like…Hawaii.”
Erin inquisitively tilted her head to one side, “Okay.” A small chuckle escaped her lips. “How so?”
“Well, everyone either wants to go, has already gone, or is currently here. If you’re lucky enough, you get to experience it. The views, the beach, the weather, the food, and yes…the crowds. The red carpet stuff is just one small part of the entire experience. Soon enough we’ll be done with the carpets, the photo ops, the press and we can enjoy the other parts; the parts that will make this trip truly special.”
Earlier in the day, Scarlett, June, and Erin all had the Eleanor The Great photocall, along with interviews. Erin, once again, stunned Scarlett and everyone with a spectacular, striped floral tapestry-style Vivienne Westwood suit. Whoever styled Erin needed a raise!
Despite how many times she told herself not to get distracted, Scarlett found herself caught up in Erin’s company. It was easy to lose track of time, she had to remind herself that they were here on business because it was feeling much too close to pleasure being in Erin’s proximity. Any attempt to focus on business was lost any time they laughed, even ignoring the cameras entirely at times only to be pulled back to reality by a photographer calling for them.
Every time Erin wrapped her arm around Scarlett’s back during the photocall, her posture would inevitably improve. She always had great posture, but with Erin’s hands on her back, she’d inadvertently stand taller. Maybe she was trying to match Erin’s height, maybe it was the feeling of Erin’s steady hand holding her close, maybe it was her own nerves running amok at the contact. Whatever it was, it made her feel restless and, well, if she was being truthful…horny.
Tonight she had paid for the cast and crew to enjoy dinner and drinks on a large yacht as they cruised around the Bay of Cannes. When Erin showed up in a charcoal grey vest and shorts combo, outfitted with a lightly grey striped shirt, decorated with a light gold chain under the collar instead of a tie, she just had to know. There was a certain style to this look that she couldn’t shake.
Scarlett hugged Erin as she stepped onto the yacht. As they withdrew from the hug, she brushed her fingers along the edge of the vest, “Who styled this outfit for you?”
“Oh! This? This is, um, this is mine. From home.” Erin smiled a toothy grin showing off the small grills on two of her teeth, and Scarlett smiled along with her.
“Well, you look…really handsome-” Scarlett’s eyebrows furrowed, stumbling over the compliment, “-uh, pretty!” She cringed at her fumbled compliment. Luckily, it didn’t appear to matter to Erin, who always seemed to understand what she meant.
Erin made an amused sound. “Handsome pretty… I like that.” As they strolled along the main deck from the stern to the bow, Erin held out an arm and Scarlett took it. Erin’s arm was so much softer than Colin’s but somehow just as sturdy.
The upside of Colin getting seasick on boats was being able to spend as much time as she could with her cast and crew. This was the last time they’d all be together…maybe forever. Sure, there were plans to bring the film to the Toronto Film Festival in September, but everyone’s schedule was up in their air. There was always the hope of being nominated during awards season, but it was never guaranteed. So she considered this their last night together before everyone parted their ways for possibly the very last time.
The evening was an intimate affair. Conversations flowed as easily as the champagne. As the late evening rolled in, they watched the fireworks set off from the beach on the top deck of the boat. Scarlett pulled Erin in for a long hug, and tears fell. The pride of creating a piece so close to her heart with these incredible people filled her with immense gratitude. She rested her head on Erin’s shoulder as the fireworks continued their dazzling display. An arm curled around her back and gripped her side gently, pulling her closer to Erin’s side.
“Thank you,” Erin whispered.
“For what?” Scarlett asked.
“For all of this. This entire week. For making Eleanor. For making sure I was okay on the red carpet. For always checking in. For being incredible. For being…you.”
They faced each other.
Scarlett gulped, a lump sat in her throat, “Erin, I-“ She stopped herself.
“Yeah?” Erin asked, eyebrows raised curiously, tempting Scarlett.
“I, uh, I think this is the first of many Cannes for you. So I’m glad I was able to introduce you to it all.”
“Me too,” said Erin. A warm smile stretched across each of their faces, but Erin’s smile flicked into a smirk as she added, “I’m glad you were my first.”
Scarlett cocked an amused eyebrow. Then they burst out laughing, their bodies curled into each other as they found it increasingly difficult to catch their breath. Gasping for air, Erin had to keep Scarlett from nearly falling over from their laughter.
This feeling, this night…Scarlett never wanted to let it go.
When the end of evening rolled around, Scarlett and Erin made their way below-deck to the lounge. She didn’t mind staying on the main deck but as the night cooled and their conversation became more intimate, she preferred to move it inside. She trusted her cast and crew, but she didn’t want to risk any late-night paparazzi photos.
Deep in conversation and laughter, she lost track of time as the boat docked ashore and everyone started to empty out. She took a quick moment to inform the captain that the crew could leave and come back tomorrow to clean up. Scarlett wanted to enjoy the rest of the evening with Erin…alone.
As she turned her attention back to Erin, she was floored by how casual and effortlessly cool Erin looked leaning against a counter. Warm light from nearby candles illuminated the space, making Erin’s skin glow.
“Are you tired? Do you want to leave?” Scarlett asked.
“No.” Erin shook her head. “I’m wide awake. Everything has been so crazy. I’m too wired to sleep,” Erin replied, almost vibrating with intensity.
Scarlett grabbed another bottle of champagne from behind the counter and Erin quickly brought their glasses to her.
“Oh, thank you, kind sir,” Scarlett teasingly laughed out as she poured their drinks.
Erin chuckled. “I just need a newsboy cap to complete the outfit, hey.”
She put a hand on Erin’s shoulder and squeezed lightly, “Ooohh, that would be so cute. I need to see that!”
Erin’s skin flushed at her touch, her cheeks reddening immediately and Scarlett wondered if she felt this connection as deeply as she did.
“Wait, I got it!” Erin said, excitedly. A whirl of commotion surrounded Scarlett as Erin put down her champagne glass and rushed to grab napkins from behind the counter and began unfolding and refolding them into different shapes. After about thirty seconds, Erin put a small makeshift triangle-shaped hat atop her head of pulled back curly, red hair.
Scarlett laughed uproariously and leaned into Erin, hands wanting to rest on Erin’s shoulder and chest but it had seemed too close, too forward.
“That-that’s definitely not a newsboy cap…I-I don’t know what that is!” she sputtered out in laughing protest.
Scarlett felt a warm arm wrap around her back, it pulled her in ever so slightly, “It’s the best I could do with limited time and supplies.”
Unable to resist the urge, she sunk into the embrace and rested a hand on Erin’s shoulder and the other on her upper chest. There was a spark of something, she had been sure of it.
She was never someone who waited for things to happen to her. She always went for what she wanted. And she wanted this, she wanted Erin, badly.
Their eyes meet, curiosity cresting behind each look. She tested the waters. “I didn’t ask you to go fast. You could have taken it slow…I like it slow.”
Erin raised an eyebrow. “You do?” she asked, with a hinting inquisitiveness.
The sting of her teeth digging into her bottom lip had Scarlett gripping Erin’s shoulder tighter. Erin’s eyes darted down to Scarlett’s lips as she wet her own with a little flick of her tongue.
“I do,” said Scarlett, a smirk curling at the side of her mouth, a wanting lean in, attempting to entice Erin further. “I really, really do.”
“Me too,” Erin said, hugging her arm tighter around Scarlett. Erin leaned down and whispered into Scarlett’s ear, “But not too slow…or the night will finish before you do.”
Scarlett took in a deep breath, her face wearing a look of genuine surprise at Erin’s downright cocky comeback. She looked Erin up and down before walking herself back against the counter and pulling Erin into her.
Scarlett dragged her teeth across her bottom lip unable to contain her desire, and gave Erin a certain glance that said I want you.
Erin's been unable to take her eyes off Scarlett all night. And now with Scarlett making her intentions crystal clear, Erin wants to indulge in some of the thoughts that had been running through her head all week. Hell, all year. Getting Scarlett Johansson out of her head was no easy task but with the wrap of Eleanor The Great, she thought she'd be able to move on. But this week in Cannes had all of those feelings coursing through her body again. It felt electric being around Scarlett once again.
Scarlett always carried herself with a confidence that was undeniably sexy. It was infectious. Erin's confidence bloomed around Scarlett. It emboldened her.
As she backed herself against the counter, Scarlett grabbed Erin by her grey charcoal vest and pulled her in close. Erin’s hips instinctively press into Scarlett’s. A small gasp escapes her lips at the pressure of their bodies pressed together. Scarlett’s hands run up and under her vest to her shoulders. In one swift motion, the vest is brushed off Erin’s shoulders and drops to the floor.
Erin’s eyes look down to the vest and then back to Scarlett. She grins. As she reaches out for Scarlett, a knock startles them.
They untangle and step back from each other, turning towards the sound.
“Mizz Jo’ansson?” inquires the ship’s Captain with a heavy French accent. “All of ze crew have vacated ze boat.” Scarlett steps towards the Captain, nodding as she takes in all of the information. He continues, “You only need to lock ze deck door before you leave…"
Their conversation fades into the background as Erin walks to the closest table. She takes a sip of the half full flute she left there moments ago, and smiles thinking about the week she’s had so far, and how this whole Eleanor The Great experience started as some simple Zoom video calls between her and Scarlett.
It was a couple of days before Erin was set to leave for New York, she had been deep into her preparation for the role when her last Zoom meeting with Scarlett was scheduled. She loved to dive into her characters but she didn't expect Scarlett to be so open and collaborative in developing Nina. It was a new experience to be asked often about her opinion and have it considered so thoroughly. She was encouraged to share her thoughts about Nina, and Scarlett even offered to help her with her New York accent if Erin had any lingering problems with it.
Erin had a week to immerse herself in New York culture. She tried to absorb as much as she could, trying to live the life of a wide-eyed precocious nineteen year old in the city. Her preparation and a little method acting were key factors for her to really embody Nina. The only thing that hadn’t quite fallen into place was her accent so she took Scarlett up on her offer.
It wasn’t until a couple days before shooting that Scarlett had an opening in her busy schedule. They had agreed to a Zoom call but a cancellation, that Erin would always be thankful for, changed it to an in-person meeting. Erin couldn’t believe how much work Scarlett had behind the scenes in those few days before shooting so she wanted to make the best out of it.
“You are almost getting it. You need to open your mouth a bit more.” Scarlett emphasized, forming her own into a shape that Erin tried to mimic.
“Do you think I’m leaning too much into the New York accent?” Erin asked.
“Maybe.”
“In my research for the role, I read how the accent has become less prominent over the last couple of decades with immigration and geographic mobility.”
“Yeah, that’s true. Plus there’s not one New York accent. There are variations even between the different boroughs. It would feel inauthentic for your character to have that thick New Yaawwk accent,” Scarlett pronounced with a heavy accent that Erin had seen her do numerous times on Saturday Night Live skits.
She laughed. “Okay, good. I was kind of stressing out about it,” Erin admitted.
“Let’s run a simple line and we can see what minor modifications that could make it feel slightly, but not overtly, New York.” Scarlett suggested.
Erin flipped through the script to one of the dog-earred pages. She searched for something with some Rs, Os, or even an E or Y. She read a highlighted line on the page: “I was wondering if I could feature you in my article,” emphasizing the R, O, A and the Y with her Birmingham accent.
“Alright now do a generic American accent. Take the Brummie out of it but don’t try for a classic New York accent.”
Erin repeated the line, trying to flatten the O and A and shorten the Y sound.
“Yes! That’s really good. Just flatten the O a bit more.”
Erin repeated the same line a couple more times. “It doesn’t feel much better.”
“Hmmm.” Scarlett hummed. “Do you mind?” Scarlett showed her palms and motioned at Erin’s face. “I need to touch you a bit…”
Erin nodded. “Yeah, go ahead.”
“Your lips…they just…” Scarlett murmured with an intense concentration as she cupped Erin's head in her hands and softly pressed the edge of her lips down at the side with a thumb on each side of Erin’s lips.
Erin tried ignoring the part of her brain that was screaming Scarlett Johansson is touching you.
“If you flatten your lips like this,” Scarlett said, her thumbs gently keeping the sides of Erin’s lips in place. “And then work on flattening your tongue when you pronounce the O and Y, you’ll get more of an East Coast sound. You feel how I’m pressing down the sides of your mouth?”
“Yes,” Erin answered, entranced by Scarlett’s touch.
“That’s how your mouth should be when you say the line.”
Scarlett delicately touched Erin’s face while she repeated the same phrase they had been working with. “See the difference?”
On the outside Erin was doing what Scarlett had asked but her mind was barely registering the lessons. She was too busy feeling the softness of Scarlett’s fingers and how close their faces were. It would have been so easy to just lean in and kiss her.
She tried the line again, her eyes gazing into Scarlett’s as she said it.
“You’ve got it!” Scarlett enthusiastically said, as she removed her fingers and took a step back, clearing her throat. Scarlett’s eyes dropped briefly as she straightened her posture, and Erin wondered if she felt it too. The jolt. The electricity.
“Um, can we do it again? I’m not sure how I got it.”
“Sure.” Scarlett smiled, almost…nervously, if Erin were to put a bet on it. Scarlett made the same moves as before, fingers pressing the side of her lips. Erin saw Scarlett’s eye slide down to her lips and stay there a moment. Erin took a deep breath, steadying herself before saying the line two more times.
“You feel it?” Scarlett asked, eyes meeting Erin’s.
“Yes,” Erin breathed out, “I feel it.”
Erin was completely taken when watching Eleanor The Great. It was the first time she’d watched it in full. She was touched; by the story, the characters, but also by the wonderful work of everyone involved in bringing the film to fruition. It was personally a hard movie for her. She knew it was going to be when she first auditioned for it. Christ, she had almost missed the audition call and had to learn about several pages of dialogue in five minutes as she waited for Scarlett to join the call! But she also knew the role would make her grow as an actor. She just didn’t expect how much.
It wasn’t just working with legends, June Squibb, Scarlett Johansson, Chiwetel Ejiofor, and learning from them. It was an exercise of selflessly making herself bare and vulnerable with so many people around. Looking at how all the scenes turned out on the big screen, Erin was so proud of meeting the challenge head on. She gave her character, Nina, the performance she deserved. She didn’t know it was possible to evolve so much during such a short shoot, but she did. She felt like an entirely different actor than when she was first hired for Eleanor the Great!
Scarlett read her like no other director had before. She knew exactly how to get the best out of her. Their chemistry was undeniable. At that moment Erin glanced at Scarlett and saw green eyes and a radiant smile staring back at her. Erin turned and beamed as Scarlett reached out for her forearm. It was a small gesture but she knew Scarlett was proud of her.
Her heart fluttered, she was too overwhelmed to think what any of it meant. She was happy and that was all that mattered.
To say Erin was nervous as she walked the red carpet for A Private Life would be an understatement.
As much as she was worried about keeping her voice steady and her answers meaningful and short, having something to focus on during interviews helped steady herself and distracted her from the grandiosity of everything around her.
On the other hand, posing for photos allowed her too much time to think about her trembling hand, or the angle she needed to look good in every photo from the wall of photographers in front of her. Or if her face was betraying all the feelings she was keeping at bay while also trying to enjoy the moment she had always dreamed of experiencing.
It was all a part of the business but she wished she wasn’t so far away from June and Scarlett. Their presence helped ground her. Even when she would feel herself slipping away, Scarlett was usually the one bringing her back. Since their time shooting, she always had a way of saying exactly what Erin needed to hear to make her more confident.
It was at that moment that Erin saw Scarlett. She had no idea how she hadn’t seen her before. She was beautiful in a shoulderless pale lavender dress. Scarlett was gesturing for her to come closer. No, not just to come closer but for her hand.
“Are you okay?” The noise of the crowd and photographers yelling her name wasn’t enough to drown the voice she had hoped to hear. Scarlett’s anecdote about Hawaii didn’t get rid of all of her anxiety but it restored Erin’s introverted self and brought her back to when they were on set and Scarlett’s words and presence gave her the validation to let herself be confident.
Erin spent weeks planning each and every outfit she wore in Cannes, including extras in case of an emergency. Cannes was infamous for changing their dress code rules, and she had needlessly worried about her sheer black dress.
Tonight Erin knew she needed to feel comfortable so she could enjoy the wrap up party. The weather made it easier to choose her favourite dress shorts and vest. The long sleeve button up gave it a more formal look as well as a layer to protect her when the temperatures dipped on the yacht. The chain and grillz completed the mix she was going for.
Erin crossed the walkway to the yacht, anticipating the night. It was a work party but it was also the last time everyone was going to be in one place. There could be other premieres but nothing quite like this. Nothing as magical as Cannes. Erin thought about the special moments she had shared with Scarlett over the last few days.
Each moment felt so real but she didn’t know if she was just overwhelmed with everything or if there was a vibe coming from Scarlett. Every time she had that feeling, a wave of insecurity followed afterwards, and then the moment was gone just as fast as it came. Scarlett’s husband had always been there, for every step. It was crazy to entertain those thoughts but it felt equally crazy to ignore them.
As she approached the yacht she saw Scarlett on the deck. She was waiting for Erin. Her heart fluttered again. Scarlett hugged her when she came aboard and Erin decided that a crush wasn’t the end of the world. She was going to enjoy the last few hours of the bubble she had been living in.
Erin’s attention is brought back to the present just in time to pick up the end of Scarlett’s conversation with the captain.
“Oh! Thank you, Captain!” Scarlett clears her throat, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bonne nuit, madame…et mademoiselle,” the Captain says, nodding in their direction.
“Bonne nuit!” Scarlett and Erin both answer in unison as the Captain turns and exits the lounge. Erin puts down her champagne flute and strides over to Scarlett.
“Ah, Mizz Jo’ansson. I zink we’re finally alone now,” Erin mimics the Captain’s French accent.
“Oh, excellent accent work!” Scarlett laughs.
“I was taught by the best.” Scarlett’s gaze is so intense, Erin feels her whole body go hot and moves all on its own, gliding up to Scarlett.
“I don’t recall us practicing a French accent.”
“You taught me all I needed to know about how to shape my mouth to nail just about any accent.”
“I’d love to hear more but I think we can find something more productive to do with your mouth.”
Erin raises an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”
“Mmhm. Why don’t we rewind a little?" Scarlett suggests, a hint of mischief in her eyes.
“Good idea. Let me see if I remember correctly.” Erin smirks. “I’m certain you were on the counter."
"I don't thi- OH!"
Erin lifts Scarlett and brings her to the counter a few steps away. Erin feigns, “Could you help me remember the rest?"
Scarlett licks her bottom lip while gripping Erin’s shirt, “You were about to kiss me.”
Erin leans in but changes direction and whispers in Scarlett's ear. “Are you sure?”
Scarlett breaths out. “Yes. Just go slow,” Scarlett whispers back.
“Slow,” Erin repeats back, taking in Scarlett’s direction. Her mouth is wet and wanting, as she leans up and kisses Scarlett like they have all the time in the world.
Erin’s hands slowly hike up Scarlett’s dress, feeling the smooth skin beneath her fingertips. The kiss ignites something deep in her. She blanks when her fingers touch Scarlett’s inner thigh so close to her center.
She’s wet.
Slow. She needs to go slow…
Erin deepens the kiss, and finally, finally reaches her cunt. Her strokes are light and almost reverential. She wants to find out all the ways to drive Scarlett wild. Where to touch, how much pressure.
Scarlett asked for slow and Erin’s so good at following orders. She starts very pointedly avoiding her clit, choosing instead to touch everywhere else.
“Have you been bare the whole night or did you have to get rid of your thong after soaking through it?” Erin knows that style of dress, she’s been thinking about what was underneath far too often to be professional.
“I barely made it through the photo op,” Scarlett answers between moans, her lips grazing Erin’s ear. Each word making her shiver.
Scarlett’s words embolden Erin, her fingers move to Scarlett’s opening. She teases just the edge, never actually going in but enough to feel Scarlett squeezing around nothing. Erin feels her getting more and more impatient with each unfulfilled stroke.
Scarlett is on the verge of regretting asking Erin to go slow, she didn’t think she would tease her like this. She doesn’t remember the last time someone even tried to test her limits.
The temptation to fully enter Scarlett is getting to Erin so she changes her attention to her clit. She rubs it over the hood, testing how much pressure evokes the most delicious sounds from the lips pressed against her ear, gasping and moaning with each change in pressure.
Without thinking Scarlett brings Erin for a kiss, her hand moving straight to her nape, sinking her nails into her neck.
The pain spurs Erin on even more. “I won’t be able to keep my promise for much longer.” Her voice wavers, betraying how much she wants Scarlett.
“You’ve been so good this week. Following my instructions every step of the way.” Scarlett kisses her again, scratching her neck. “But I’m ready for you to fuck me.” Scarlett takes Erin’s hand to her opening. “Two is a good start.”
Erin enters her slowly, savoring the feeling surrounding her fingers, but Scarlett can’t take going slow anymore. Desperation dripping from each word she gasps, “No more teasing.” She grabs Erin’s wrist, directing her, bringing it closer… finally deep inside her… filling her so well.
Erin’s whole body is set alight all at once. She’s dreamed about being inside Scarlett like this for so, so long. Scarlett’s head tilts back, eyes closed, mouth hanging open. The most beautiful sight just for her. Erin brushes her teeth on Scarlett’s neck, teasing a bite they both know can’t happen but for a moment Erin dreams of sinking them into the perfect pale skin.
Scarlett pulls her in for a kiss, letting go of her hand so she can finally move. Erin’s teeth were too much of a temptation and Scarlett was two seconds from asking her to bite, to leave a mark for everyone to see. She’s been pretending that she hasn’t been dreaming about directing Erin this way since they were shooting together.
The dream pales in comparison to reality. Erin’s teeth across her neck, the fullness of Erin’s mouth against her own, the perfect fit of Erin’s fingers inside her. The reality of Erin is so much more than anything she had imagined.
Scarlett feels Erin lowering the straps of her dress. When Erin’s warm mouth closes on her nipple, it’s just what she needs. A hint of teeth teasing, putting just enough pressure to make her lose her mind. Scarlett desperately wants to feel Erin’s skin against hers, regretting not taking that damn button-up shirt off but Erin curls her fingers inside her and she forgets everything.
Erin hears her panting and smiles briefly before trying to move to the other breast but she’s stopped by Scarlett holding her head exactly where it was before.
“Don’t even think about it. Your mouth is exactly where it needs to be.”
A hush passes through Erin’s body as she is being ordered around once again and she can only think about making her director come. Erin speeds up her movements, her palm rubbing deliciously at Scarlett’s clit.
It’s as if Erin knows everything that sets her ablaze. The right spot to hit. Over and over. The rhythm makes Scarlett’s hips seek her hand, to feel Erin deeper. All her thoughts are consumed by the overwhelming sensation rushing through her body. Unable to think anymore, she lets her body be guided by the expert hands of her star.
Eyes closed, her whole body trembles in Erin’s arms. She moans louder, her voice wavers. She has never felt more alive than in this moment. “Erin.” The word escapes Scarlett’s lips almost lost in between moans but Erin’s ears are too attuned to go unnoticed.
An overwhelming force spreads through her as she comes. Erin rides her through it, her hand locked in place, impossible to move, but her fingers still moving inside her. Scarlett leans forward and Erin meets her in a kiss.
Eventually Scarlett allows her to remove her hand but before Erin can think about doing anything with it she takes Erin’s fingers to her mouth.
Erin is too enthralled by what she’s seeing to protest.
Scarlett cleans her fingers thoroughly, Erin's skin making her taste better than ever before. She pulls Erin in for a kiss, rewarding her star for the great performance.
Erin moans as she finally, finally, tastes Scarlett. Her senses settle as she’s fully able to take in the sweet flavour of green apple mixed with the faint hint of champagne as they slowly kiss. The taste hits the back of her throat as she attempts to swallow as much of Scarlett as possible. Scarlett is delicious but she needs more than just an appetizer.
Scarlett pulls back, her eyes still glazed. Everything suddenly feels too intense for what Erin knows this encounter can actually be. “You know,” Erin grins, trying to shift the mood within herself. “I’ve had a crush on you for a long time.” It’s stupid, but they can’t do intense right now.
Scarlett’s mind is still foggy from the orgasm. “Yeah?” She plays with the buttons of Erin’s shirt before opening one, then another. The shirt doesn’t open all the way up because of the gold chain in its collar but she is able to draw it back enough to peek at a chestnut binder covering Erin’s chest.
“The Avengers. Natasha Romanoff…” Erin smiles at the memory. She still remembers her favorite fanvids. “I think I was…”
Scarlett stops admiring Erin’s body, looks directly into her eyes and before another word can escape Erin’s mouth, she interrupts, “Please, don’t tell me how old you were.”
Erin laughs at that, the age difference isn’t even that big. “How about this: I won't tell you how old I was if you let me eat you out…this time I want more than just a taste.”
Scarlett grins. “I love how eager you are…but shouldn’t we save a little something for TIFF in the fall?”
Erin cocks a curious eyebrow. This is the first she’s hearing about Eleanor The Great being screened at the Toronto International Film Festival. Her heart beats faster. She tries to steady her breath. Another festival with Scarlett? Another…tryst?
“I just got confirmation a couple of hours ago. I wanted to tell you first,” Scarlett says.
Erin blinks hard and shakes her head. What a whirlwind! She smiles. Her heart feels like it wants to jump out of her chest. Scarlett wants to do this again. And she wanted to tell her before anyone else! The high of getting Scarlett off briefly subdued as her nerves start to build in her chest. She unconsciously fiddles with a ring on her finger, one of her go-to anxious habits. “You're making me feel a little important,” Erin says.
Scarlett brings her full lips to Erin’s ear. “You are important,” Scarlett says, before kissing down her freckled, sensitive neck. She’s glad she wore her collared shirt because what Scarlett’s trying to do to her neck right now is driving her mad.
Scarlett curls her fingers around the chain under Erin’s collar and pulls her in. Their lips meet. Their kiss is full of a new wanting. A teasing. A hint of more to come.
Fall of 2025 can’t come soon enough.