Did You Know That John Cleese can Speak Russian?

Chapter 3

A week later found Morgan working as diligently as ever with her camera for A Fish Called Wanda. Since that one passionate evening out with John Cleese she hadn't been able to talk to him much. The demands of his new movie were taking up most of his time; although, his mind was consumed with thoughts of Morgan. The past week John had been majorly stressed—this showed itself in the form of rows with the producers and other members of the crew. Morgan would watch intently as John paced up and down deep in thought, she could hardly bring herself to take her eyes off of the 6'5" British actor. She relished times during the week in which she was actually filming John's acting. Morgan loved being able to watch John act up close, he was her favorite actor and being able to watch him in action was a dream come true.

A few times, Morgan realized that while he was acting he suddenly broke character as though he had completely forgotten what he was doing—at these times his eyes would slowly gaze around until they rested on Morgan and he would give her an embarrassed smile. Soon, Morgan began to realize that the reason John would come about these boobs in character was because his mind had come across her! She realized what an affect she could have on John Cleese and she greedily took advantage of it.

Today, Morgan arrived at work full of smiles—she was going to test just how much of an affect she could have on the tall, adorable man. Setting up camera she watched John eagerly as he directed where the shots needed to focus and other such details. John was about 10 feet away from Morgan and while directing Morgan decided she was going to tease John flirtatiously in a way she hadn't yet. The way John carried himself in such a posh, British type air was enough to drive Morgan wild, and this only lent fuel to the already raging fire.

Let's just see how interesting I can make this. Let's see how well put together John Cleese can really be.

Soon John cast a look straight at Morgan in the routine way he would direct the crew, but Morgan didn't just look idly back but actually cast a daring wink directly at John. Completely stunned at having caught this minute signal John stopped mid-sentence and gazed back helplessly. Morgan began to giggle softly as John's silence grew to an awkward length. His eyes were vacant but for a dreamy, flustered look.

Finally, after a length of about 15 awkward seconds John snapped back to reality and apologizing for his absent-mindedness resumed his task. Morgan was completely struck with amusement as the look on John's dumbstruck face remained carved in her mind. His soft thin lips had stood open slightly in sheer amazement and his gorgeous blue eyes looked at her in a desiring way, the flips at the back of his hair fluttered softly in the wind lending him an air of utter helplessness. For hours after Morgan continued to savor this affect she easily elicited from John Cleese.

As the day progressed Morgan became more absorbed in her work as the memory of earlier began to fade. She found that she had become completely familiar with how John wanted the shots to be done and therefore became fairly confident in her task. At one point while Morgan deeply scrutinized some aspect of her camera a tall figure approached her hurriedly from behind.

"Quick," John muttered as he quickly grabbed a confused Morgan by the arm and began to direct her away hastily, "we don't have much time."

Morgan's feet fumbled for a second but she wordlessly followed John wherever he was planning on taking her. At a complete loss for words Morgan simply allowed John to skirt her behind a dull gray building. Not a second after they had both been concealed John quickly turned to face Morgan as she fumbled for words and pressed his soft lips ardently to hers. Morgan was utterly shocked, waves of pleasure and happiness shot through her body as John kissed her softly but passionately.

Oh John Marwood Cleese I'm so in love with you.

John continued to kiss Morgan for about a minute then promptly pulled away and looked into her eyes with a look of sheer adoration and dreaminess.

"I couldn't help myself," John whispered in his English accent as he leaned in for a long, sweet, final kiss. The touch of his thin, ample lips, and the smell of his clothes were like a drug to Morgan. She reached up and put her hand behind John's head, right on the half-curls at the bottom of John's hair, and leaned deeply into the enticing kiss.

John pulled back and lovingly apologized, "I'm so sorry I haven't been able to talk to you at all, it's been murder here, I'm sure you've been able to see that. But just once I had to... I had to see you if only for two minutes, my love."

John grabbed Morgan's soft hand in his and kissed it tenderly, "I suppose we should get back out there now. They'll all be wondering where I am."

Morgan nodded her assent, kissed John once on the cheek, and then John took a peek around the corner of the building to make sure nobody was near. Noticing the surroundings were clear, John and Morgan stepped out from behind the building and went back to resume their daily activities concerning the film.

Maybe I should flirt with him like that more often.

Of course for the rest of the day Morgan could hardly perform decently at her work, she tried her best to keep her mind off that tall, middle-aged, handsome Englishman but try as she might she could never fully shake him out of her head. She began to long for the touch of those heavenly lips again, to run her fingers across the tip of John's nose, to gently kiss his adorable cheek that looked so cute smiles.

Again work had proved extremely taxing for John and the day ended with no such chance for Morgan to once again show her affection. She ended up in her hotel room, lazily heaped upon the bed, only thinking of John.

Fresh out of college and here I am kissing John Cleese. Who would have thought! I can barely even believe this myself. First my major stroke of luck even landing a position on the crew for the movie and then all this romance with the damn director, my favorite person in the whole world! I'm absolutely obsessed with him now; I thought I was a year ago but that hardly even compares to now!

As memories of the day's events swarm Morgan's mind like the plethora of brilliant, shinning stars dotting the English night sky, Morgan drifts idly to sleep, awaiting another day with John Cleese.