I got out of the shower and dried off. My phone dinged as I was blow drying my hair.

Rami: come by the set tonight. We’re done at 7. The apartment.

I smiled. Usually we’d meet after he was done working for the day and have dinner and a few drinks. I busied myself for the rest of my day in my work, and when 6 o’clock finally rolled around, I grabbed my keys and headed towards the subway station.

When I got to the apartment set, they were still working but I loved watching the whole process. I waited patiently until the final “cut” of the day was called and the PA’s started breaking everything down, then I headed into the building where they shot the interior of Elliot’s apartment for Mr. Robot.

“Rami?” I called, peeking my head through the apartment door. It was dark, the only light came from the computer screen in the corner of the room. “Babe?”

“Hey.”

“Jesus, you scared me!”

“Sorry.”

He was still wearing his hoodie pulled up over his head. His big blue eyes searched mine as he stepped towards me.

“Babe? What’s going on? Aren’t we going to get food?”

“Come here,” he said and took my hand. He led me over to the couch and sat down, pulling me with him. He shoved his hood off his head and fixed his hair swiftly, like Elliot would. He inhaled and looked me in the eyes intensely.

“Oh…ohhhhh,” I said as I realized what he was doing. He reached for a strand of my hair and twisted it around his index finger. I leaned into his hand and smiled.

“Can I kiss you?” he said softly, his voice cracking slightly at the end. I nodded and he leaned in tentatively, his lips warm and soft against mine. It was so bizarre. I knew I was kissing Rami, but him in character as Elliot was like kissing a completely different person. His breathing was different, the way his hands gripped my shoulders was different, his soft hums of pleasure were something Rami never did.

I opened my eyes and pulled back, gasping.

“You alright?” he murmured, eyes meeting mine. His mouth barely moved around the words.

“Uh huh.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

I shook my head. I had to just go with it, because I could tell there was no way he was breaking character.

“No, definitely not.” I kissed him again, welcoming his tongue into my mouth. I smiled against his lips, almost laughing about the fact that he was doing this for me.

He brought his hands to my collarbone and traced his fingertips along the skin there. I shivered. His hands trailed down and he found the bottom of my gray v-neck t-shirt, then swiftly lifted it over my head. He glanced down quickly, shyly, like he had never seen me like that before. I raised my eyebrow at him. He smiled and I reached to unzip the hoodie. I eagerly pushed it off his shoulders and pulled his black T-shirt up and off.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. I blushed. His voice was even different. Quieter, stronger. Like when he said something he meant it.

“Lie back,” he commanded. I complied and he crawled on top of me, lips trailing along my jaw and down my neck. He took his time there, sucking and biting, and my hips involuntarily bucked upwards. I grabbed his jeans and pulled his body closer and sighed at the warmth of his skin on mine. He kissed his way down my chest and over my stomach, sweet, small kisses that left goosebumps on my skin.

He popped the button of my jeans and eased them down my legs, bringing my panties with them. I felt almost shy, as if I’d never been with this person before. All that shyness disappeared as soon as Rami’s warm mouth found its way to my core, and I gasped in pleasure. He tortured me with his mouth and fingers until I was right on the brink.

“I need you,” I whined as he stopped. “Please…don’t stop.”

In a flash his jeans were undone and he was sliding into me, hard and fast.

“Shiiiit..” he hissed and kissed me hard. I moaned into his mouth and he set a relentless, desperate pace.

The couch creaked under us as I lifted my legs to allow him deeper access. His hand snuck between us to stroke me as well and I dropped my head back and bit my lip in satisfaction.

“Come…I want you to fucking come,” Rami as Elliot demanded and pounded into me. I was not going to be able to walk for a week but I didn’t care. He latched his lips to my neck and I lost it, clenching around him and crying out loudly. That sent him over his own edge, his groans rough and ragged. I kissed him deeply, then gazed into his eyes. I saw a hint of Rami there, in a mischievous little twinkle. After a few minutes of quiet recovery, Rami kissed my cheek and pulled me to sitting. I cuddled into his chest. I could tell he was out of character now, and he rubbed my back gently.

“Was it everything you thought it would be?” he asked and I laughed.