MADAM SPELLMAN ONE SHOTS

I Can't Even Concentrate (Mirelle)

Even though Miranda had practiced those damn lines for next scene zillions of times already, today she couldn't seem to relax. She had been shifting in her chair for hours, reading her text over and over again (always forgetting something) as she waited for her time to come by already. Her pale fingers had been nervously tapping the armrest. Trying to concentrate back in what she was revising, she accidentally took a quick glance of the filming stage. It wasn't a good idea.

No one but her knew, but the reason that was keeping her so uneasy was right there, in front of her and barely a few meters away.

Michelle had been acting for the past three hours, with very brief breaks, and every single scene was getting harder for the redhead to cope with. She was slowly losing her cool. The way every new outfit hugged the brunette's curves, as if it was made just for her. The way that charming scottish accent left her scarlet lips. The way she seductively played her way into Madam Satan's sassiness. All of it was driving her straight into madness. It was getting tough not to stare. By this time her breathing was already laboured and her cheecks were already tainted burning red, as warmth reached down to her aching core, owning the ginger's sighs. She was just thankful her coworker was too busy on her scenes to notice. Or so she thought.

Roberto's voice filled the room as she claimed "Cut!", signaling the time for another break. Michelle quickly exited the place, rushing to put on her last piece of wardrobe for the day and unknowingly giving Miranda a little time to finally breath properly. Of course it couldn't last long.

When Michelle entered the stage in that emerald satin robe that so gracefully displayed her feminine body and a generous part of her rounded breasts, Miranda's jaw dropped open. She could feel a knot forming on the top or her troath, already becoming dry. The robe barely reached her mid thigh, leaving very little but just enough to imagination. God help her.

Little did she know that Michelle had already noticed the ginger's body reactions, indeed, she had been very aware all along, purposefully making her movements steadier and slower to add sensuality to them. A knowing smirk spread across her sharp features. The brunette was inmensely enjoying that attention the australian beauty was giving her, those emerald green eyes dying to slip under her clothes...she was loving it. Consciously straightening herself to look just a little more intimidating and a bit taller, the brunette walked to a restless Miranda and teasingly lifted her delicate chin with a single finger.

-Close your pretty mouth dear, you'll catch flies.

The actress chuckled a little, delighting on the helplessness in Miranda's eyes. She had been caught. Michelle could already feel the hunger raising within her chest.

-You want to have me darling?- Michelle whispered in a raspy voice, sugestively arching an eyebrow. The younger woman barely managed to stutter a little "yes" as the scottish's leg pressed between hers gently.

-Well maybe you can have me later, make me beg for it later...tonight.