My Desire For You

Beginnings

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It was almost dawn. I stood up all night scrolling through my phone. I was never hesitant about shooting a scene I have never been a nervous type; I guess it was because I was too worried to think correctly.

today we're shooting a scene I couldn't remember which one I was too exhausted I had an hour before I had to be there I took a little rest before going.

I woke up 30 minutes beforehand. I got dressed quickly, still exhausted, admiring myself in the mirror. Not only that, but I looked decent.

After arriving rather late, I fled into the building.

I made my over to the room dressing room and I saw Sam clothed as Jamie with his kilt and his magnificent red thick curls as he walked over to me.

he smiled toward me, "well aren't ye late Sassenach."

I looked at him then smiling he was standing in front of me tall and handsome I thought to myself. I glanced at his muscles as his shirt was so loose it's like he was almost teasing me. I stopped myself from my foolish theory.

"Well, we are soon shooting our scene, we can go over some lines together?" Sam said then narrowing his eyes toward me.

I stared at him for quite some time and so, only roughly About to speak, he replied "Cait?"

I then brought myself back together, "Yes of course, sorry I'm so tired I'm losing myself."

Sam put his hand on my shoulder and I felt instantly cold the feeling of his massive hands touching me.

"do Na worry I'll ask if they can bring some coffee set" he added with a lopsided smile I gave him a sly smirk, he took his hand off my shoulder walking over to the set.

I soon then trailed off realizing I had to go get changed for the scene I went into the dressing area as I was done putting on the dress it felt somewhat uncomfortable though I didn't care I sat on a chair alone in the area it was peaceful, and I relaxed.

Michael stepped into the room, her hairstylist. She had her eyes closed, leaning back against the chair.

"Cait, I brought you some coffee," he then smiled. I looked over at him.

"Why, thank you" I smiled, he handed me the drink.

He began pulling and tugging on the knots in my hair and curling it afterward. We had brief conversations in between.

"while thank you again, Micheal," I said with a warm smile

I walked over to the set, hardly even being able to stand but catching myself, we started rehearsing.

I kept getting stuck on a line, as laughing it off was my best choice. God, she thought Sam in a kilt is the hottest thing she's ever seen he looked charming she rarely could keep her eyes off him.

the day was done, we ended around 8 p.m.

Sam came over to me with a glass of whiskey. As he was only holding one glass, he took a sip then moved his hand toward me, offering me the glass.

"Long day, Aye?"

"Very much though I must say I'm more comfortable now, and I'm not in a tight dress," I said then taking a sip of the whiskey he had offered me.

"I ken the feeling" he replied softly spoken.

"Mmm, this is strong," I replied to him, he glanced at me.

"Aye 'tis," he said, then I smirked at him.

"It's late, we should go now?" I said shyly messing with the pattern on my shirt.