Bad plan.

19

The last scene to be filmed was just of Karl and I, since they had shot out of order in our disappearance. My character was walking to her room, looking lost in thought, when she bumps in the good doctor.
    "Dr. McCoy." I gasped acting slightly startled.
    "Ensing, I was just coming to see you." He said, looking down at me, that smooth southern drawl rolled off him like sweet sweet whiskey. Seriously it should be outlawed.
    "You.. were?" I asked.
    "Yes, to see how you were doing."
    "Oh." I sighed, looking down, I think it's safe to say I might finally have this acting thing down. To bad it's near the end of filming. "I'm fine I guess."
    "And to tell you.." he trailed off, I looked up at him meeting his gaze. God, he really did have amazing eyes. "I could start fires with the way I feel about you."
And just like that, I forgot my line, did I have a line? Really, I've already made ass of myself in front of the man, I've kissed him a couple of times, these were scripted lines and yet, hearing him say something like that. Especially under his intense look, my brain went to jelly.
"Cut!" I heard a  yell, as if I wasn't already cussing myself out already, I would be now.
"Little speechless there, kid?" Karl winked at me, all I could muster was a half laugh and an eye roll.
"Let's try that again!" The director yelled, I bumped into Karl again, and went through the whole oh you were looking for me? Bit again.
"I could start fires with the way I feel about you." Karl stated again, the intensity was still there, and I could feel my face flush up.
"Dr. McCoy.. I.." I took a step in, my heart was still hammering in my chest.
I knew the kiss was coming, maybe that was the reason my nerves felt like frayed wire. Or could it be that he was about to kiss me in front of the whole crew? Karl took a slight step into me, snaking his arm around the small of my back.
When he leaned in and I felt his lips softly brush mine, my pulse did the Can-can at warp speed. Every time. I could feel the tips of my fingers tremble against his chest as we deepened the scripted kiss.
"Cut!" We pulled back away from each other, a smirk on Karl's perfect face. "I want to see more intensity! Some passion!"
More passion? This isn't a romantic movie, not that I'm complaining about getting to kiss this man but come on. Okay, let's try this again.
    The next kiss more forceful, he pulled me in sharply against his chest, his lips crushing into mine. Yet, that wasn't what the director wanted, it seemed like half an hour of doing the  same scene over and over. Each kiss was different then the last, and somehow not what the guy was looking for. I was beginning to wonder if I was doing something wrong.
    He called a break, and I took it as my cue to retreat to my trailer. I closed the door behind me and took a breath. I heard the door open behind me as I opened the fridge grabbing an energy drink.
    "You okay?" Mr Whiskey voice asked from behind me.
    "Yeah, just beginning to wonder how bad my kissing is." I turned to face him, he smiled and took a step towards me running his palm down the side of my arm.
     "Trust me, sweetheart, there ain't nothing wrong with your kissing." Karl smirked, I chuckled and shook my head.
     He leaned down, and just as his lips were about to touch mine the door opened. Karl quickly jumped back. Simon came in first, followed by Chris. And like the first day, my trailer was becoming cramped with men.
    "So.. can I help you guys?" I asked, wondering exactly why both of them needed to come, other then to drive me crazy.
    "I think maybe if you start the kiss Renee, that maybe what the guy is looking for." Simon stated, leaning against the wall.
     "If I do? But the script.." I started to protest, my anxiety beginning to tick up, I had yet to initiate the kisses.
     "You've been working with us how long? How many times have you seen us go off script?" Chris stated, interrupting me, he raised an eyebrow at me as he eyed the drink in my hand.
     "Still, how many times have you seen me go off script? And you know where the drinks are, go right a head." I replied.
    "I've seen you go one whole scene on the fly." Karl stated, I looked over at him.
   "Only because someone in this room decided to go off script and no one yelled cut." I glanced over at the fake Scotsman, smirk present on his British face.
   "And you did quite well, impressed the hell out everyone that day." He added.
    "Only cause I'm used to speaking without thinking." I jested, that whole day not a line from our actual script was spoken, and I was surprised that we got away with it. Who knows how much of that would actually be used in the film but it was a fun day nonetheless.
    "You'll do fine girly." Simon stated, I sighed heavily. There was no winning against these three, I have tried before only to fail, he probably was right.
   "Alright, let's try it." I said in defeat, what could wrong?
**
    Actually a lot could wrong, like tripping, or stuttering, Hell me being here was what went wrong in the first place. After about three tries, I finally managed not to face plant. I was shaking like crazy when I bridged the gap, my lips finding his.
   Karl had snaked his arm around behind me, pulling me roughly against him again. I actually forgot for moment we being filmed, I just focused on much I loved the feel of his lips against mine.
    "Cut!" Was finally yelled after what felt like forever.
    "Kid, now that was intense." Karl murmured to me, all I do was just smile. "Think you should take the lead more often."
    "That was perfect!" The director yelled, I could feel the heat creep up in my face.