This Means War

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Ellie was not having a great day. It was most emphatically Sebastian's fault as well. Today they were supposed to be filming an action sequence. No big deal. Usually she loved doing those. A chance to pretend to beat up her friends? Yes please!

Today, however? Today called for a different kind of costume. This particular scene took place at some sort of gala. The boys all got to look amazing in beautifully tailored tuxes. Ellie's costume of the day would normally have been something she would have loved to prance around in. A slinky satin number with a slit to the middle of her thigh. The kind of dress that would normally make her feel like a badass fairy princess.

Except for right now, that is. Right now she still had her friends message burned onto her back. This particular dress was backless. Wonderful. The makeup artists had not been pleased. In fact, they were rather upset about the whole thing. It ended in her sitting backwards in the makeup chair, towel clutched to her chest as they tried to airbrush her back to look somewhat normal again.

Sebastian of course, found it hilarious. At first. The irritation of the makeup artists quickly had him excusing himself to wait elsewhere. He felt bad for making them work harder. Not so much for his friend's misfortune, however. She had that coming.

After an extra hour in the makeup trailer she was finally freed to get the dress on. By then, the director was banging on the door asking what the hold up was. The makeup artists were nice enough to phrase it as just having to fix some tan lines. They left out the part about what the tan lines spelled, shooting Ellie a look that fully insinuated they thought something was going on between her and her friend. Had no one ever heard of a prank war before? There is more than one valid explanation for having someone tan their initials into your back!

The dress itself was very low cut in addition to being backless. Twenty minutes later she was pretty sure Lisa from costuming counted as her best friend after all she had to do to make sure there were no unfortunate malfunctions. You feel oddly close to someone after standing around holding a dress at your hips with nothing more than nipple covers on your upper half while she strategically placed tape on your chest to keep everything in place.

Also? Fuck heels.

Now it was finally time for the action sequence. They had spent all week perfecting the quick sequence. Simple gun fight, then someone pops up behind Sebastian/Bucky and she did this flying tackle move on him to get a clear line of fire before eliminating the shooter.

Basically she flew into his chest in a straddle position and he fell back. It led to a few entertaining attempts on both of their parts. She had to get high enough to not slam herself into his junk, while at the same time trying not to crash land on her own junk. All in all it felt like some odd extreme sex move. I mean, it looked so cool when they did it right, but the first five tries had been an awkward panic for both of them.

"Don't hit my dick!"

"Fucking hold still!"

"Jump higher!"

"MOVE YOUR HAND!"

"STOP TRYING TO POUNCE ON MY DICK!"

"I'M NOT! HOLD STILL!"

"IT'S SCARY, OKAY?!"

All in all, probably a good thing the cameras weren't rolling during practice. People would definitely get the wrong impression. Hell, even Sebastian seemed to think she kept trying to leap onto his crotch. She wasn't, he was just a lot taller and she would rather undershoot and land on his stomach than over shoot and end up with his face in a compromising location.

Now it was time for the big moment. Heels weren't her first choice for foot wear for this, but it's what was called for. She thought she did pretty good for what she was working with. Sebastian on the other hand panicked again and flinched as she flew at him, leaving her to more or less land on his fist rather than his chest.

"Fuck you, Stan." Ellie groaned, resting her head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry. Are you ok?" He asked timidly, carefully removing his hand from between them.

"No, you just turned me into a freaking puppet!"

"It was an accident!"

"I told you to hold still!" Ellie whined, rolling off of him, her thighs pressed together. It was like getting punched in the lady business. Not cool. So not cool.

"Uhh... let's get Maddie in for this one?" The director suggested.

"I'm cool with it!" Ellie agreed, sitting herself up and smacking her friend's shoulder as she shot him a pissed off look.

"You should have aimed higher!" Sebastian insisted.

"I hit your chest! Did you want me to hit your face?!"

"You can't jump that high!"

"I'm going to kick your ass." Ellie hissed, yanking the stupid heels off before going to sit down for a bit.

Thankfully, Maddie didn't have much easier of a time trying to pull it off. He was scarred by his failure now. In the end his double ended up taking over as well.

By the time filming had wrapped Ellie had finally calmed down. Right up until she had to get the stupid dress off at least. Lisa had been thorough, to say the least. She ended up having to beg her assistant to help get everything off. Yet another impromptu bonding session. Lovely.

"Ellie?" A familiar voice called from just outside the door. "Are you ok? Do you still hate me?"

"No, I've moved on to hating tape!" Ellie called back as her assistant peeled more from her chest.

"You need help?" He asked after a second, confusion clear in his voice.

"It's on my tits!"

"So I take that as a no."

"Smart boy."

Bless him, though, he waited around until the assistant left just so he could check in and make sure she wasn't still pissed at him.

"Seriously, I'm fine." Ellie half laughed, rolling her eyes.

"I still feel bad. That was all on me."

"Dude, you accidentally shoved your fist into my crotch. I'm fine. That thing can take a pounding, trust me."

"I didn't want to hear that, Ellie!" Sebastian whined, covering his ears like a child.

"You should have dropped it when I told you to." Ellie shrugged, grabbing her phone when it started ringing. "Oh, it's my manager, hang on."

It was then that his opportunity presented itself. It came in the form of a roll of packing tape left out on the counter from the glitter bomb she had gifted him earlier in the week. While her back was turned, he snatched it up, quickly wrapping it around her head and hand, effectively taping her hand and phone to the side of her head. He bolted before her wrath could come down on him.

So yeah, today wasn't Ellie's day.