Fifty Shades of Peryl

Two

Author's Note: Sorry for the SUPER long wait, I'm a mommy now :) Also, thanks to Sam for writing a big chunk of this chapter
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His body pressed against hers, legs intertwined, engaged in a dynamic swirl of utter bliss and ecstasy. Her blue, ocean eyes watered with pleasure as she gazed into his, feeling a sense of wonderment that she hadn't felt since she was four years old. His hands caressed her back and nipples; hers tousled his hair and rubbed his buttocks. It was amazing to see their chemistry, their minds perfectly in sync. They released at the same time, reaching their peaks as their hearts beat and ever continuing melody of love and familiarity.

Meryl didn't know how she'd gotten here. She'd fallen asleep minutes after the lovemaking had ended, the energy drained out of the both of them and perhaps taken up to Aphrodite on a gold-enameled platter. And here she was awake now, and yet she was feeling an emotion she had never felt before. Was it completion? True love?

"Fuck!" Meryl leapt out of bed. There was no warm, masculine body laying next to her. The only sign that this liaison had ever taken place was the fact that the sheets of the hotel bed had been ripped off during the height of their torrential ecstasy. "He used me. He used me." She was angry with herself for enjoying this, for breaching the trust Don had in her despite the separation they hoped was temporary. Now it was clear to her that all Pierce had wanted was easy sex, sex that he could brag about having. Meryl's friend Tina Fey had once said, "Talent is not sexually transmittable." Had Pierce seen that, his sex hungry mind removing the "not" to fit his own desires? Meryl blamed herself for her negligence to not realize this sooner. She took a shower, hoping to wash away her and memories in the steady stream of water, but all she made for herself was the perfect place to stew.

She found alcohol, specifically scotch, to be a more than adequate nepenthe. Two days later, she was terribly hung over when she got a call from Amanda. "Meryl, are you coming?" "Coming where?" "The premiere!...A-are you drunk?" "Oh shit, the premiere! I had all but forgotten! Goodbye, honey," Meryl quickly hung up and shimmied into the beautiful red dress that her daughter Mamie had picked out for her for this occasion months ago. She did her makeup with haste as well, partly to save time, partly to keep herself from remembering the brief courtship she had had with her old makeup artist Roy Helland. It had started out wonderfully, otherworldly even, but it soon soured and led her to fire him.

Author's Note: Sorry for the short chapter, but I wanted to get this out and also for the premiere to be its own chapter. I hope you enjoy! Please vote for this chapter and leave a comment!