SUMMER'S IN THE AIR, HEAVEN'S IN YOUR EYE

As she settled her breathing from the latest plight of laughter, it was difficult to quell her rising frustration with Jackson’s own irritation and aggression. If she had known she’d have to put up with being plastered to Jack of all people in the scorching heat in the middle of nowhere, she’d have walked away from the film without a second thought. But here she was, being guided back into position, not even bothering to hide her eye-roll at his grumbled ‘sage’ words of advice. His change of tone, however, caught her attention. Almost reluctantly, Sasha took a deep breath and settled against him. The clapboard echoed through the room. As Jack’s fingers once again made their way down her arm, she forced her abdomen to relax, focused on the muscles and- fingers brushing lower down her side than any previous take and- Her breath hitched with a soft puff of laughter followed by a quickly exclaimed “Fuck!” It was the farthest they had managed to get without a giggle, but it still wasn’t enough. She muttered the now familiar apologies, avoiding the gazes of the others on set.

Another weekend, another party with foolishly high hopes of any shred of attention that might signify to people that there was something between them. They were dating for fucks sake, but pressuring someone to do something that made them uncomfortable was the last thing Julian wanted to do (even if he was constantly making himself uncomfortable for others). “Hey,” Nestled back into the corner of Ellis’ bed, he only tore his eyes away from the switch console when the boy entered. “Not really,” Julian admitted, but hid his real unhappiness behind a halfhearted smile, “My island is much more fun.”

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Sasha had to bite back a desperate whine when they were greeted by silence once again. Having known the forecast, one would think they’d be dressed appropriately, but attending a celebration earlier left Florian with just a thicker jacket and her with nothing but a wrap over her now drenched-and-clinging-to-her dress. “Try knocking,” She suggested, nudging him in the side. “We need to get inside somewhere or go back to the car - I’m cold.. and wet.” Florian had just raised his knuckles to knock when it opened before them.

It was late in the evening, certainly much later than Florian should be up given how early he had class in the morning. Getting the role was a stressful ordeal of its own, but rehearsals were a whole different beast. Never before had he been subjected to such adoring praise only to be utterly humiliated in the same breath. On repeat. For hours. So here he was, pushing himself beyond any reasonable limit in some desperate attempt reach perfection. He was three quarters of the way around the room in the 32 fouettés when he slipped up, nearly stumbling to the ground due to his worn-out muscles before managing to catch himself against the mirrored wall. “Fuck!” The curse was hissed under his breath, but the angry smack of his palm against the glass echoed. Florian turned away from the mirror to turn off the music only to finally notice them in the doorway. He could feel the flush of embarrassment heating his cheeks. “How long have you been there?”

The time seemed to pass like molasses. “I’ll return in a moment.” Julian could still hear their words of assurance, still see the rueful smile flashed at him as they disappeared into the depths of the party.. But it certainly hadn’t just been a moment. Julian had been waiting at the edges of the dance hall, making small talk when the situation required, but always keeping an eye out for the other. The small smoldering spark of hope was extinguished the moment Julian caught sight of them - lounging without care, eyes glassy from drink, skin flushed, head and legs draped over the laps of two different people.. He utters a soft excuse before abandoning his previous conversation, striding with purpose across the room. Despite the hot burn of shame and humiliation, Julian tried his best to keep his expression stoic, but there was still a faint tremor to his voice. “I waited an hour for you.”

Sasha smile widened into a small, smug grin at his words. After all, that was exactly what she wanted. “Sounds perfect,” She purred and dropped her hands when he took over unbuttoning his shirt, leaning back against the conference table in order to better appreciate the view. The intense glow of lust in his gaze was enough to make a shiver of desire shoot down her spine.

Sasha couldn’t help the way her smile widened when the table hit the back of her thighs. Steadying herself with her arms around his shoulders, she sat on the edge and allowed him to position her how he pleased. At his touch, her thighs fell further apart, allowing her to pull him closer as they kissed. Tiny fingers loosened the knot of his tie and left it hanging around his neck to start unbuttoning his dress shirt. "I was hoping you'd like it," She mused with a smirk, nipping at his bottom lip. 

At events like these Sasha was usually much more social. Tonight, however, she had been rather distracted by their persistently wandering hands. They, along with most other people there, had had more than enough to drink. This gave the pair of them an advantage as they snuck off. Sasha attempted to suppress her laughter as they guided her through the halls into a large empty meeting room, their hands never once leaving her. The kiss began as soon as the door swung closed. Abandoning her shrug, Sasha wound her arms around their shoulders. “You’ve been wanting to do this all evening haven’t you?” She teased between kisses, stepping backward as they guided her back toward the table.

“Would you be jealous if they hadn’t disappointed me?” She countered, smirking. There was no real sense of delusion about their situation. Through the years it had been necessary to accept the limitations that were his marriage and her friendship with his son. But for the sultry forbidden heat it brought now, Sasha allowed herself to fantasize. “I think I might want that a little too much..” Her eyes glinted with amusement and desire as she draped her arms around his shoulders, fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Would you lounge around all day like a house cat too? Just waiting for me to come home?”

Despite the venomous tone, he couldn’t help the way his brow furrowed at the nearly-spat final command and the accusation it contained. “I was reading, you can check the IPad if you want,” Trying to keep his voice steady was a difficult venture given the anxiety, and now hurt, that made his stomach churn. He wanted to reach out and touch Nico somehow - his hand, his forearm, something - but ultimately let his hand fall back to his side. “I haven’t - I haven’t fucked anyone. I don’t know why.. Why would I do that?”

“I don’t let just anybody into my bed,” She mused, but didn’t deny that there weren’t usually plenty of people trying to get into it. “After all, you helped set my standards pretty high.” While Blake hadn’t been her first relationship, he had definitely been her first serious one, despite the secrecy that had to be kept. “Hmm, I certainly wouldn’t object,” She admitted with a chuckle. Drawing closer to him, Sasha draped her bare legs across his lap. “Or, I could take you around the world with me, come home to you after a long shoot..” It was a completely imaginary situation, but it made her smile nonetheless.