“What a way to get to know each other, huh?” he asked, and Rae laughed.
“I guess you could say that,” she said.
“I don’t want to be forward, but I learned something on one of my first films, and I thought it might help you,” Casey said.
“Okay, let me hear it,” the pretty young woman said.
“When you have to kiss someone in a scene, you shouldn’t be kissing them for the first time. I know we’re going to a bit of rehearsal, but David likes to be sneaky and have a camera running. Sometimes he uses the first take.”
Rae nodded. “Well, that makes sense, I guess, to be comfortable with someone. Familiarity.”
“So, we should kiss,” Casey said, making sure she understood. “For the role.”
“For the role,” Rae said, and then the man was dipping his head and stepping closer to her. One of his hands went down to her hips, and the other reached up, his fingers resting lightly along her jawline. She closed her eyes inhaled deeply as their lips met. He smelt of expensive cologne, and he tasted of mint. He had just brushed his teeth, as she had as well. She wondered if he was as nervous as she was.
The kiss was light, but it was long. Finally he pulled away, and she opened her eyes. For some reason she had expected him to have turned away, to be busying himself with something else, simply trying to prepare for the scene, but he was looking right at her.
“Wow,” he said.
“Wow,” Rae agreed.
“Alright you two, ready?” David called, and Rae jumped. For a moment she had somehow forgotten where she was, even though there were three bright lights directed at her. They dimmed now, and the set was filled with blue, a pretty good approximation of moonlight coming in through the large window of the office, with the fake city background behind it. Rae knew it would look exactly like they were in a high rise office building on film, but it was a little bit ridiculous to be standing on a set in a large warehouse with girders running across the ceiling.
“Sure,” Casey called, and Rae turned to find her spot. She could be knocking on the open door, and they had a bit of dialogue before she entered and they began to kiss. A cameraman was set up just outside the set, and another with a camera on his shoulder entered the set and stood a bit behind Casey.
A young woman came up with a clapboard and held it in front of the main camera. “Scene seventeen, take one,” she said, and clapped the board together.
“Sound. Rolling. Action,” David said.
Rae knocked on the door, and they began. David stopped them three times before they got to the part where they kissed, but on the fourth they must have given him what he wanted, because he let it continue. She stepped in. Casey said his last line, and she replied with hers, and then they were kissing again.
This kiss was deeper than the one they had shared before they started. Their tongues met, something that rarely happened in film, but here it felt natural, and Rae welcomed it. He tasted of mint as well, toothpaste and floss. Casey’s hands were strong upon her, and he ripped open her shirt, and then his hand was groping her, and she felt her nipple harden against the material of her bra and his palm. He pushed her slightly backwards and went with her, still kissing her. His hand went on her thigh, pushed her skirt up. They still kissed. Somewhere someone was saying something, but Rae was lost in a world of ecstasy.
Finally, Casey broke the kiss and got up off of her and the desk. “Woah,” he said to her as he offered her his hand. Rae took it and stood. “Sorry about that.”
“I called cut about fifteen times,” David said, and Rae looked to him. He was sitting next to a small bank of monitors, where he could watch what the cameras saw.
“That’s my fault,” Casey said.
“Do yourself a favor Rae, don’t be pulled into this guys world of tabloids,” David said with a laugh. Rae knew what he was referring to, Casey never seemed to settle on a lady for long, and each new one was splashed across the pages of Us Weekly alongside him.
“Hey, there’s fancy yachts and trips around the world that come with that tabloid stuff,” Casey said to the young woman with a grin and a wink. She smiled.
“I’m sold then,” Rae said.
“I give up,” David said with a laugh. “Let’s go again from the top.”
The scene wore on for some time, and when David finally called cut for the last time, Rae was tired and anxious to get out of her uncomfortable heels. Casey had one more scene to shoot on the set, a short transition, but she was done for the day. A black sedan drove her back to the hotel the cast and crew were staying at. They were shooting in Toronto, a popular city for such things, and Rae had never been there, so she was anxious to see the city, but all she wanted to do right then was take a hot bath, and climb into bed.