Protective

7

Ellen couldn't stop her heart from racing as she stepped out of her hotel room. She nervously twisted at her purse while she stepped on the elevator, slinking into the back of the cart. She had never done this before surely but it was part of acting. You take every chance you get to learn whatever it takes, right? She took a deep breath as the doors opened and she could step out into the lobby.

"Ells, good morning." Ellen was greeted by Patrick handing her a steaming styrofoam cup of tea. "Its tea. To help the nerves." He explained, sipping his own cup. Ellen accepted the tea, taken back by such generosity.

"Thanks," She smiled up at him, taking in the warm cinnamon scent of the tea. Patrick checked his watch, flickering his glance to Ellen and back to the doors.

"The shuttle should have been here ages ago, damn," He swore, starting to pace. Ellen wasn't the only one with nerves this morning as Patrick was getting fidgety. It made her sigh in relief. Maybe this whole scene would just play itself out, naturally.

Except for you know that tiny little detail where Ellen is in love with the way he's fidgeting and finds it endearing. Oh and not to mention she slept with another man whom she really wished had been him.

"Oh they always come eventually. Maybe crews running late? I just want to get this done you know..." Ellen replied to Patrick who turned to face her.

"Get it done? You nervous?" He questioned as a pink blush crept across Ellen's cheeks.

"Oh - I uh I didn't mean no i- ive told you what a damn catch you are right? Patrick, come on," she quickly answered, nudging him as the shuttle arrived. Patrick didn't reply and simply followed Ellen outside and into the shuttle. This would be interesting he decided.
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"What if they slip?" Ellen stood in front of a mirror inside costume and makeup, gazing at her nearly naked body.

"Oh we'll be on hand to patch you up Els, don't worry. They normally don't," Her costumer assured her. She squeezed Ellen's arm as the actress gazed at the thin, silicone, pasties on her breast. She had breasts on the smaller side of things, which worked for her favor in this case. The lower half of her body was covered in nude spandex, which left very little to the imagination. Ellen took a deep breath. She squared her shoulders, she wanted this. She had signed for this, afraid that negotiations would somehow ruin her chances of being cast. All the worries of a first movie, really. But Ellen also was curious, and wanted to show the story how Brad intended so if that meant a sex scene with a charming man who stole her heart- then so it would be.

"Are you ready Ellen? It's closed set, we'll be on standby for any mishaps. If you don't feel comfortable you are allowed to call cut this time yourself." The PA chirped as she entered the room. Ellen slid a soft white robe on over herself and nodded.

"Ready."
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Ellen walked into the dimmed set full of the most basic crew and Patrick, who sat in his own robe in a chair while waiting.

"Morning Ellen," Crew member after crew member greeted her, trying to ease the tension of the room. Ellen smiled back at them all as she made her way to the full set.

"Hey, there you are." Patrick said, looking up from the script. Ellen nodded,

"Here I am." She said, placing her hand on her hip. Patrick stood up, going to gently hold her shoulder.

"You're still nervous, but don't be. I'll be gentle, do you trust me?" Patrick asked softly, watching Ellen. She shook her head,

"I'm not nervous. I'm not. I trust you Patrick." She said with conviction, to reassure herself. Roles were suddenly called and the pair each began to take off their robes, to block the scene. Patrick wore a pair of nude men's spanks as well, although they too left little to Ellen's imagination of what lay beneath. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to focus herself on something other than the blood rushing through her head. Think about Jake, what you had the other night, think about how he treats you...

"Ms. Pompeo, we'd like to get you up into the bed now," The production manager brought Ellen out of her mind and into the set. She stepped over and crawled under the sheets, before Patrick crawled over her. He smiled, looking down into her eyes as he adjusted himself. While he lay between her legs, Patrick made sure he was hardly touching her at all. He hovered above her body. Action was called and then it started. Patrick placed his lips on her neck, waiting as she delivered a line.

"How much do ya think you know me?" She asked between pants as he kept sucking her neck. Ellen tried her best not to arch her back as his lips swelled against her burning flesh.

"I'd say I know you bout 60 percent," Patrick replied, while his hips rocked back and forth. He still kept his hovering position, however. His breath trickled across Ellen's sensitive skin, and she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. She had to admit, even if he was carefully avoiding brushing against her, it turned her on. She could feel the electricity between their bodies, and the centimeters between flesh. God did she just want him. Ellen slid her hand up to tangle in Patrick's thick curls, pulling him closer to her. He looked down at her, his hand cupping her cheeks and rubbing gently.

"Yeah, 60 percent will do," Ellen whispered as she bit her lip. Patrick slipped down, his body tiring after frankly holding a plank for minutes. His warm skin skimmed across hers, feeling blood course through her. Ellen couldn't take it any longer as his lips crashed against hers, her legs hooked around him. The spandex began to twist, crinkle, and roll up as the two said to hell with rules. Brad patiently watched them, giving them time to finish out the scene. He definitely wanted a lot of coverage for the differences between Bertie and Joe and Bertie and Cal. But he did intervene.

"Can we cut?" He called loudly and suddenly loud shuffling began as people relaxed. Patrick looked up as he took a deep breath, ready to pant as his hips did one final thrust downwards to meet Ellen's. She sat up, pulling the blankets up around her, Patrick following suit, pulling the blanket across his thighs. He was trying to hide the obviously visible erection he had inadvertently got while pretending to have sex with Ellen. She slid her thigh against his as Brad walked over. "Hey you two, so that was good but it was too good. You two had good chemistry, like really good but there's the issue there. Bertie is settling and come on 60%? That's lousy. Ellen you need to move less, more stiff. You don't have to react to Patrick as much which is hard I know, but Patrick you need to just go at it. Don't try to be sensual, you just want Bertie for sex at this point." He said. Ellen licked her swollen lips, she could still taste Patrick. God did he taste good. Patrick rubbed his thigh against hers under the blanket, feeling the heat of her body. He smiled.

"Of course, no worries Brad." Patrick assured him as he walked away. Ellen shifted, rolling herself back on the bed, looking up at Patrick. He pushed the blanket away as he crawled back ontop of her.

"You know I can feel you," Ellen whispered into Patrick's ear, kissing down his jaw as they settled into position. Patrick's cheeks flushed, and he tensed slightly. She was so damn alluring he couldn't help but want her. But he was married. And this was for show but that didn't help the erection bumping against her lower body. Ellen giggled as he noticed Patrick's embarrassment. "It's okay, you should feel me too," She breathed as Brad yelled action. Patrick's body grew feverishly hot as he began to deliver his lines. She meant...oh fuck she meant she was wet. This wasn't supposed to happen. He finally finished his words and met Ellen's needy lips with his own. They kissed, his tongue prying open her warm mouth, sliding across her own. Their bodies kept meeting as their hips ground against each other, desperate. Ellen's hands tangled in his hair, pulling. They wanted to feel each and every second before this ended-

"CUT"