Disclaimer: I do not own Fifty Shades of Grey, Jamie Dornan, Dakota Johnson, Christian Grey, or Anastasia Steele. I have no affiliation with anyone that has anything to do with the book or movie. This story is just a figment of my overactive imagination.

A/N: Hey everybody. So, I find myself taken in by all the hype of the upcoming Fifty Shade of Grey movie, and I absolutely can't wait to see it. Jamie Dornan is positively yummy. Unfortunately, I am not a very patient person, so I have decided to write a little romance about Dakota and Jamie during the making of the film to tide me over in the meantime.

Oh, and Jamie isn't married in this story and both he and Dakota are single. Enjoy!

Dakota POV

I was tired. Not really physically tired, more like bored to exhaustion by the repetitiveness of the process. I've been cast as Anastasia a few weeks ago, after doing a few auditions by myself and a few with Charlie Hunnam, the actor that would be playing Christian.

But lo and behold, he decided to drop out at the last second because of some kind of scheduling conflict or something. So here I am, reading with guy after guy after guy, at a very hurried pace, seeing as time was running out and we had to start shooting soon. Ugh.

However, something in the air felt a little different this time as I stepped into Sam's office for the third audition today. A feeling of... what? Anticipation? I glanced at Sam and Erica sitting behind the desk and went to join them. I raised an eyebrow at them in question when they looked at me. Erica opened her mouth and was about to say something when there was a brief knock on the door before it opened to reveal Sam's assistant, Bobby.

"Mr Dornan is here, Sam. Can I send him in?" he asked politely.

"Yes, yes. Send him in," she replied, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her desk.

Dornan? Do I know a Dornan? Was he the next audition? I hadn't exactly asked for a list of the actors or anything. I didn't recognize the name... I looked back at Erica questioningly, but her eyes left mine almost immediately and dropped to a spot just behind me, widening slightly...

I turned back around to find myself face to face with what could only be described as the Greek god of sexxxx. But it was his eyes, like stormy grey clouds piercing my own, that made my heart skip a beat. Warmth spread throughout my body as my lips parted of their own accord to suck in a small gasp. I don't know how I didn't hear him come in or why he was so close, but I found myself taking a step back, to escape the sudden heat.

The back of my thighs met with the edge of the desk in front of Erica and I lost my balance for a moment. My left hand shot out to steady myself, but suddenly my wrist was in his large hand, his warm fingers curling over my pulse point, and I knew that he knew that my heart was racing. His other hand settled on my shoulder to steady me, but now my world was spinning for a completely different reason.

For a moment, I thought he seemed surprised as well, but then a sheepish smile crossed those perfect lips of his and he stood back, letting go of me. I suddenly felt warm, still leaning against the desk, in silent shock of how my body just reacted. Wow, this guy is gorgeous...

Snapping myself out of it, I tore my eyes away from his and straightened, bscking a step away from the desk and him. I turned to look at Sam and Erica, to find them staring at me, then at the sex god, then back at me with surprised, deer-caught-in-headlights expressions. Was it just me, or were their cheeks a little rosier than usual?

Fortunately, Sam snapped out of it and shook her head with a slight chuckle. "Well now, Mr Dornan..." she began, then cleared her throat first.

"Jamie," he corrected with another charming smile, sliding his hands into his jean pockets in a way that almost made him seem shy.

"Of course. We're glad you could make it on such short notice, Jamie," she went on, getting back to business and standing to shake his hand across the desk. "My name is Sam Taylor-Johnson, and this is Erica James, the author of the book." As he shook Erica's hand, she sent a grin my way before she continued. "And, of course, you've just met Miss Johnson here."

I nearly took a step back again when he held out his hand to me, but this time my brain took control and I stayed my ground. I lifted my hand into his and nearly gasped at the electricity that seemed to shoot through me at the contact.

"It's nice to meet you, Miss Johnson," came his sexy voice, making shivers shoot down my spine.

"Dakota," I was the one to correct this time.

"Dakota," he repeated, as if savouring the word. I tried not to think about how good it sounded coming from his lips. "I like that. It suits you."

I arched an eyebrow. "How so?"

"It's..." His gray eyes set my soul alight. "... unexpected."

For a moment I allowed myself to wonder what he meant, but then realized that our hands, which were still neatly clasped a safe distance between us, had been so for much longer than necessary. I let go of his hand and turned back to Sam and Erica, who once again seemed to be staring between the two of us.

Inwardly, I groaned at myself. What was wrong with me? How could one man completely rattle my brains with his hotness alone? Ugh, I should get my shit together.

"So..." I said, then raised my eyebrows at Sam, who came back from wherever her mind just ran off to and smiled at us.

"Okay then, I guess we'll just jump right into it, if that's okay with everyone," she started, standing and heading over to Jamie to talk him through the part of the script that we would be doing. I turned to look at Erica and found her smirking at me.

"What?" I defended, then wondered exactly what it was I was defending against.

"What?" she just repeated, feigning ignorance.

Sam and Jamie were back before I could think to respond. I didn't really have the time to figure out how I felt or to prepare myself for my audition with him before we were standing in front of each other, clutching our scripts and saying our lines.

I knew Sam and Erica would be impressed, hell I was impressed, and by the time we finished, they had giant grins on their faces. I glanced at Jamie out of the corner of my eye to see him rubbing the back of his neck nervously, probably wondering how he did, or if he screwed up.

"Well, that was downright perfect," Erica broke the silence.

Sam nodded excitedly. "We've been optimistic since we thought of you for the part, but now that we've seen you and Dakota together... Just, wow. I haven't seen chemistry like that in...well, ever. So..." She paused to glance at Erica, who smiled widely and nodded. "So I think we've seen all we need to see and the part is yours, Jamie, if you want it that is."

I had to smile at the way the apprehension on his face gave way to shock, then happiness. "Of course I want it," he said through a broad smile. "Thank you very much." He looked at me then, those beautiful eyes speaking volumes. I could see he was at a loss for words, the same way that I was when I had gotten the part.

"Congratulations," I told him, truly happy for him.

He exhaled and relaxed a little, as if just accepting that he truly did get the part, then that smile was back in place, lighting my world.

At this point, Sam got a hold of Jamie and set up a meeting with him to go over the contract and details and so on. I sighed in relief. Thank God we finally found someone to be Christian Grey. Filming was almost upon us.

Part of the details Sam would be going over with him and his agent were the explicitness of the scenes we would be shooting. She had the same meeting with me, going over every single detail, making sure I knew exactly what would be expected of me should I be cast as Anastasia. Some of it was...well, intense. One of her questions had been, "Are you okay with having your nipples sucked on camera?" Others were even worse.

But I had made up my mind and I was ready for it all. This was the opportunity of a lifetime, and I had always been quite comfortable with nakedness and sex. Although, as confident as I am about being naked in this movie, I suddenly had chills running down my spine at the thought of being naked with him. I looked at him where he was talking to Sam, and as I did he looked up and our eyes met. My breath caught in my throat. How am I going to survive this?

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed it. I'm not much of a writer and English is only one of my second languages, (so please excuse any grammar errors if I managed to muck it up..) but I enjoy it and do it from time to time when the mood strikes me. This fic is just written for fun, and I'm not super dedicated to it at the moment seeing as life's got me running around all over the place.

But if people like it and ask for more, I will do my best to comply when I get the chance. Also, this is my first fanfic, so please no nasty comments. I don't know what the movie will be like or much about shooting movies in general, so this is only what I imagine it could be like, so I apologise for any inaccuracies in advance. I do my best... Anyway, let me know what you think:)