The year is 2001, soon a movie called 8 Femmes will be filmed in France, its director aspires to have the best 8 French actresses of their generation, everything seems to be there, the ideal recipe for a success, but two of those great ladies hide s...
From the moment she said yes to be part of 8 Femmes, a mixture of all possible human feelings were running desperately through her body, but she won't back off, no one would say Fanny Ardant was a coward.
The night before the first day of shooting, was a silent movie with her as her only spectator, flashbacks began to draw freely and she, surprisingly, let them be...
Fanny awoke drearily from sleep and reached instinctively for the warm body of the woman beside her. She was disappointed when her touch found Catherine Deneuve sitting upright, fully dressed.
"Come back to bed. It's warm" - Fanny's words tumbled out as one breath, a murmur into her pillow more than an intelligible phrase. Luckily, Catherine had heard Fanny's sleepy utterances enough times to understand what the brunette meant.
"I have things to do"- Catherine said, slipping into dangerously heeled black pumps in one effortless motion. - "I'm late, actually" - she had not meant to let Fanny stay last night, nor the night before. What had began as Fanny's weekly late night phone call to discuss bad dates and work in genereal had turned into fairly regular house visits.
Catherine had seen right through Fanny's feeble excuses and taken pity on the woman's clear need for companionship. The talk was soon replaced by sex, the visits extended into overnight stays. Catherine would not usually concern herself with the change in her relationship to someone like Fanny; she often chose to indulge in the pleasure of the flesh, and, admittedly, Fanny's flesh had tempted her from the first time she saw her weeks ago at Gérard Depardieu's birthday party. Such dalliances were nothing to the ice queen. A fling with Fanny was a harmless distraction. Lately, however, she had become a bit too distracting.
Catherine found herself thinking of Fanny, relishing the first time they made love after said party, when they were officialy introduced.
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Fanny looked to Catherine, whose eyes glinted with mischief, reflecting the light of the stars.
Catherine had always adored this kind celebration. And especially now, as she hadn't had much chance to socialize with other co-workers for a number of years while she was traveling. She took a goblet of dark red wine, sighing pleasantly at the taste. She cast her eyes around, seeing the faces of her actorsmates that she hadn't seen in years, when something caught her eye.
Or, rather, someone.
Catherine seemed almost paralyzed under the intense brown eyes that seemed to stare straight through to her soul. Red stained lips tipped up into a smirk as Fanny moved gracefully towards her. Her own black dress cut low and loosely tied, drawing Catherine's appreciative gaze. Fanny took a sip from her own goblet, coming to stand closely in front of her.
"Fancy seeing you here" - Fanny nearly purred, eyeing Catherine's sheer red dress - "I don't think we have been properly presented to each other"
"You're a..." - Catherine started quietly. Fanny's smirk grew as she took another small step towards her.
"Fanny..." - she chuckled. "Fanny Ardant" - and extended her hand to the blonde.
Before Catherine could take it in her own, the music began, a chorus of cheers erupted and everybody started dancing.
Fanny tried not to gape at the sight before her. Catherine was incredible, easily one of the most beautiful womem she'd ever seen, and she'd seen plenty. With her greenly eyes and lightly pale skin, intense blonde curls spilling over her shoulders, Fanny was entranced. Catherine quirked a brow at her.
"Not joining in the festivities for our dear Gérard, Miss Ardant?"
"I, uhm" - Fanny faltered.
"Please" - Catherine took another step closer, her tongue darting out over her lips, "allow me."
Catherine tugged around Fanny's waist, letting her eyes roaming her body unabashedly before returning to Fanny's.
"You're beautiful" - Catherine said softly. "Simply exquisite" - she took Fanny's hand in her own, downing the rest of her wine. "Dance with me?"
Fanny, not one to be outdone, and certainly not one to get flustered so easily, finished off her wine as well, tugging Catherine by the hand towards the dancefloor.
The songs slowed into a dark, sensual rhythm and Fanny found herself wrapped in Catherine's strong arms, their bodies pressed flush together. It sent an electric spark through Fanny at each point of contact. Catherine's fingers brushed through her hair, her arms draped over her shoulders, head nestled into Fanny's shoulder. Fanny felt soft lips press to her neck, gentle kisses trailing up to the delicate skin behind her ear. Catherine nuzzled her nose against the skin there, letting out a pleased hum.
"Your smell is intoxicating" - Catherine whispered huskily into her ear. Fanny's fingers traced nonsense patterns along the skin of her hips, letting out a small sigh.
A warmth on the back of Catherine's neck interrupted her memories of such night. She let Fanny's hand graze her skin, her fingertips sending shivers down her spine.
"I can't convince you to stay?" Fanny's low words jolted Catherine's ears but she knew she could not give into these carnal desires, this want that coursed through her veins. She was amazed at the weakness of her body for the brunette, so easily affected by as little as a single touch, a warm whisper.
Catherine stood abruptly, letting Fanny's hand fall to the mattress.
"You know where the keys are" - she turned to meet Fanny's eyes only for a moment, "Lock up, will you?"
Catherine left the room with a swish of her mane, determined not to waste any more time thinking about the half-naked woman still lying in her bed.
Tears caring her cheeks brought Fanny back to the present, 'she still there' she thought, 'as present as ever'.
She always saw herself as a pessimist by nature, since childhood she suffered and accept stoically profound blackness and despair, and that's why she become an actress, it was her salvation, 'acting never fails to save me' she used to say like a mantra.
