I'd like to send a special thanks to Kylee, for giving me some of the inspiration for this story. You are amazing! :)

Also, This story is inspired by Darren Hayes' album This Delicate Thing We've Made (Disk 1) and the Darren Hayes' song "Falling at Your Feet".

And of course because I love Matthew and Kelly as a couple. :)

This Delicate Thing We've Made-Falling at Your Feet

Chapter 1: Fear of Falling Under

~Kelly~

You know that old saying, be careful what you wish for, it just might happen? Well, I never fully understood that term until now.

A short while back, I had said in an interview that I would like for my coworker Matthew and I—more precisely our characters—to have more sex. I meant it as a joke. Well, sort of. I was half serious and half joking.

Then, wouldn't you know it? I came into work, and, upon receiving my new script, I saw that our characters Rufus and Lily had quite the sex scene. In fact, it was rather risqué—more so than some sex scenes between the kids' characters on the show!

I knew I should be happy that I had gotten what I asked for, but, now that I had it, I was feeling extremely insecure, which usually wasn't like me. Well, actually, scratch that. Sometimes I'm not insecure at all. Other times, I am. I may appear well collected to the public eye, but, the truth is, I'm just like any other woman. I have my bouts of insecurities. Some days I may feel beautiful as a princess, other days, I'm terrified of being seen in public. Today, the day we began shooting the bedroom seen, I was somewhere in between.

Don't get me wrong. Normally, a scene like this was just business to me. It didn't phase me. However, since it was Matthew I was having the scene with, it—please excuse the cliché—changed everything.

You see, Matthew and I have kind of a strange relationship. On the record, we're just friends. Off the record, well, that's an entirely different story. We're just friends, but, at the same time, we're a little more than that and we both know it. Though neither of us will outright admit it to each other.

And then there's Leyla. Leyla is Matthew's girlfriend. Emphasis on the girl. She is eighteen years his junior, and I just don't think they are right for each other. I think, though she is a nice enough girl I suppose, she just isn't right for him.

I know I am the last one to judge anyone though—especially when it comes to relationships. And, like I said, she is a nice girl, so who knew? Maybe they could be good for each other. I didn't think so, but again, I'm not one to look to for relationship advice. My past two marriages are now down the toilet. Then again, neither of them were my fault.

Anyway, I'm getting off topic. Back to the scene. I was half looking forward to filming this, but half dreading it. As close as Matthew and I were to each other, I was just afraid it would be a bit awkward. After all, neither he nor I were used to doing a bedroom scene together. We had only done two together, and that was two seasons ago. Even then, the scenes weren't as detailed as this one was.

I sighed, took a deep breath, and let it out. I was an actress. I could do this.

I repeated that line in my head over and over, and was feeling good about the scene as I headed to wardrobe. And then I saw the flimsy piece of lingerie I was going to have to wear, complete with thigh high stockings and garters.

I sighed. "Oh boy."

I slipped into it, then admired myself in the mirror. I had already been to hair and makeup, and I looked good. For having had two kids, I didn't look half bad in it.

I grabbed the purple silk robe I was to wear with it, and slid it over my lingerie, tying it tightly at the waist and therefore concealing the lingerie underneath. I then slipped into the black stilettos that accompanied the outfit, and headed out to the soundstage, where we would be taping.

As I walked there, I began to feel my confidence boost. Not to sound vain, but I looked darned good in my outfit, if I did say so myself. Besides, I loved Matthew. I knew he wouldn't make me feel uncomfortable. We were friends. Good friends. I could do this.

I arrived on the set, feeling good. And then I saw her. As he did some days, Matthew had brought along Leyla. Leyla, Matthew's girlfriend was going to be watching our love scene.

I bit my bottom lip. Yeah, there went my confidence, right out the window.

~MK~

~Matthew~

I knew bringing my girlfriend to work wasn't such a great idea. Not when there was a bed scene. But she had the day off from work, and she had asked if she could come along. Well, not really asked so much as just prepared to come along as if I had asked her to. It was what she usually did when she had a day off from work and I had to work.

I knew Kelly and I would be filming a bedroom scene today, but I wasn't too worried. Our bedroom scenes hadn't really been much above a PG. Well, judging from the two that we've had, that is.

So, when Leyla assumed she was welcome, I had no choice but to let her come along. I mean, what was I supposed to do, ask her if she'd please stay home so that she doesn't see the bedroom scene I'd be shooting with Kelly? Yeah! That would go over real well. Not.

So, to the studio together it was.

When we arrived, Kelly was nowhere to be scene.

Leyla had to use the bathroom, so she went off to use it, and I sat down to look over the script. I had only just skimmed it.

As I began to read, I started to feel a little sick. It wasn't that I wouldn't enjoy doing a scene like that. Heck, I was going to enjoy it. I know Kelly and I were just friends, but she is an incredibly beautiful woman, and I am a typical man. Though I had a girlfriend, I certainly couldn't ignore the fact that Kelly was incredibly sexy. A sex scene with her would normally be most enjoyable. However, when my girlfriend was watching, well, that was a different story entirely.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath. All this time, they didn't even give Kelly and I a sex scene. When they used to, it could hardly be called a sex scene. Now, now that I had my girlfriend with me to watch, they give us a borderline NC-17 sex scene? Really?

"Hey!" Any good scenes today?" Leyla asked, wrapping her arms around me from behind.

"I hope you washed your hands," I joked, trying to change the subject, and therefore not have to answer the question.

She rolled her eyes. "Very funny. Here. Let me see." She took the script from my hands before I could think of an excuse for her not to look at it.

I sighed as she read it over. She was going to find out what we were filming anyway. I just didn't want it to be this soon, and while she was within strangling distance from me.

I got up out of my chair and watched her read the script. I stepped back a few steps as I did so. Don't get me wrong. She wasn't going to throttle me for something I didn't write. She was very understanding when it came to my job.

Still, every time I had a scene with Kelly, I was afraid Leyla would notice my feelings for Kelly.

It was no big deal. Like I said, Kelly is a beautiful woman and I am a man. How could I not be attracted to her and have a little bit of feelings for her? Aside from her being beautiful, we were good friends. I think it was only normal for me to start to develop feelings for her. It wasn't as if I planned on acting on them.

Okay, so the thought crossed my mind a few times, but I loved Leyla. I did. That didn't mean I couldn't love Kelly too, did it?

Leyla snapped me out of my thoughts when, with a smirk, she handed me my script back. "It looks like a fun day on set for you."

I blushed. "I have to do what's in the script. I'm sorry if it makes you feel uncomfortable."

She grinned, and pulled me close to her. She kissed me, and rested her forehead against mine. "Of course it doesn't! I know that it will be Rufus making love to Lily—not you making love to Kelly. You're not even actually making love!" She playfully nudged my shoulder and giggled.

"But I'm really kissing her," I stated. I wanted to smack my head as soon as I had said it.

"No, Rufus is," she corrected. She took my face between her hands. "You only kiss me."

She kissed me hard and passionate, her fingers tangling in my hair.

Actually, I kind of was kissing Kelly, but I decided not to say that. That really wouldn't be such a good idea. Leyla's understanding only went so far when it came to Kelly.

The way I saw it was, when acting, it was a silent permission to kiss my costar without it being considered cheating. Of course, I always felt a little extra jolt in my heart when kissing Kelly that I had never experienced with my costars of the past, but that was beside the point.

Leyla pulled away from me, then looked around the set. "Where is Kelly anyway?"

"Probably still getting dressed or whatever," I said.

It always took her longer to get ready than it did me since I was a man, and she was a woman. Men could just get a little concealer, maybe some foundation, then throw on their outfit and go. Whereas women got a whole bunch of junk thrown onto their face, and they didn't just 'throw something on.' They had to accessorize. Then there was the nails. I was surprised the girls didn't have to be to set an hour earlier than the guys just to get ready!

"I really like Kelly. She's cool," Leyla stated.

I smiled. "I'm glad." Indeed I was. Leyla didn't suspect my feelings for Kelly at all. If she did, I was sure she wouldn't like Kelly or think she was cool.

I began to feel my confidence build up then. I could enjoy my sex scene with Kelly, and I wouldn't let on to Leyla—or Kelly for that matter—that I had feelings for Kelly. I would act professional, and enjoy it in secret.

Kelly entered the set then, and she was looking amazing in a purple silk robe, black thigh high stockings, and black stilettos. Her hair was up in a sexy chignon.

She bit her bottom lip when she saw me. It was so sexy I almost moaned out loud. Yeah, I wasn't quite feeling so confident about hiding my feelings for her anymore.

~MK~

~Kelly~

The scene started off with Matthew lying on the bed, reading the newspaper. I was to come out of the bathroom in my robe. My job, or rather, Lily's job, was to try to get her husband in the mood, which, according to the script, wasn't going to take long.

Be we began filming. We hadn't even rehearsed, but we usually started recording anyway, and would just go back on anything we might need help on.

Anyway, I walked out of the bathroom feeling as if all eyes were on me as I entered the bedroom. I tried to forget the fact that Leyla was watching us. It wasn't as easy as it sounds.

"Rufus," I said.

Matthew peered over the paper at me.

"You're not tired, are you?" I asked, walking a little closer to the bed.

He folded the paper and set it aside. "Not really. Why?"

I took a deep breath and let it out, then I let the robe slip from my shoulders and down onto the floor. I hoped I wasn't blushing, but my cheeks suddenly felt warm, so I had a sneaking suspicion I was. This was the first time Matthew or anyone had seen me in this outfit—if you could even call it an outfit. I tried not to notice Matthew's mouth dropping open and his eyes getting that desire-filled look in them. He was just a good actor. It wasn't his expression—it was Rufus'. I kept telling myself that anyway.

"I was just thinking that maybe we could have a little fun." I climbed into bed and straddled him. I brushed my lips against his right ear. "Maybe have a little...play date?" I ran my hand slowly under his shirt, feeling the soft skin of his stomach. It felt so weird, and yet, so right.

He moaned. "I think that can be arranged," he purred against my neck as he began to gently kiss up it. His lips met with mine, and we kissed for a moment.

I broke from our kissing and began to unbutton his shirt.

I got it off and to the floor, and I ran my hands up his now naked chest.

We kissed again, then I pushed him down onto his back. I then proceeded to unlatch his belt, and unzip and unbutton his pants.

I took off his socks and shoes and dropped them to the floor, then I got his pants off, and dropped them to the floor as well. I left his boxers on, though, in real life, a wife would have surely taken those off as well. But, for the sake of not flashing our audience, they stayed on. It was a shame, really. I smirked at the thought.

His eyes had a dark, lustful look in them as he sat up and grabbed me. "Now it's your turn." His voice had turned to a deep and husky voice that I barely recognized as he suddenly pushed me down underneath him.

He kissed down my neck, and ran his hands from the top of my thighs all the way down to my ankles.

I shivered. This scene was turning me on, which was really disturbing since, among others, Leyla was watching us.

He took off my stilettos, and tossed them to the floor. Then off came my guarders and stockings.

Once he had said items tossed to the floor with the rest of our clothes, he began kissing up my left leg. He stopped when he got to the top of my thigh, then crawled up my body, and kissed up my neck and to my lips.

He then kissed back down my neck, and moved the strap down over my left shoulder so that he could kiss down over my shoulder as well.

Next, he moved his hand over my left breast as he kissed my shoulder.

It was then that I felt the draft over my left breast.

We both looked down. I gasped when I realized he had accidentally exposed me. While fondling me, he had caused the fabric to slip off me.

Thankfully, he quickly moved the fabric back up, so I wasn't exposed for too long. However, I was exposed long enough. Everyone had seen.

"Cut! Wardrobe malfunction," the director said.

Matthew looked red and pale at the same time. "I have to go use the bathroom."

He got up and bolted to the bathroom as if his pants were on fire.

Great! I had scared him away. I was so embarrassed!

"Kelly, where are the pasties you were supposed to put on underneath that?" Eric from wardrobe asked.

I blushed. "I'm not used to having to wear them. I guess I forgot to put them on."

Eric raised an eyebrow at me. "You think? Come on. You need to get them on."

I blushed, and climbed out of bed. I put my robe back on, then headed to her trailer to get my pasties on. I couldn't even look at anyone. I was so embarrassed I wanted to crawl under a rock and not come out for the next decade!

The thought of how Matthew's thumb had grazed my nipple as he covered me back up only made it worse.

If there was any question about whether or not I was blushing before, there was no question now. I was now sporting a full on body blush. That I was sure of. And I didn't know how I was to ever face Matthew again.

~MK~

~Matthew~

Oh my Lord! That was the first thought in my head when I realized I had accidentally exposed Kelly. Then, as if screwing up like that wasn't horrifying enough, I touched her nipple in the process of trying to cover her back up! Idiot! I was just so shocked she wasn't wearing any pasties, which were usually worn by actresses so that something like this didn't happen.

It's just... Do you ever get that thing where you think about doing something, but you don't really intend on doing it, but then, as if someone else is controlling you, you do it anyway? Well, that was kind of like what happened with me. Of course I had thought about how I wanted to touch her, but I hadn't actually intend on doing it!

The scene was already getting me worked up. Once the wardrobe malfunction happened—especially after I touched her—I knew I had to get out of there. And fast at that! If I didn't, I'd be having a wardrobe malfunction of my own.

I quickly excused myself, and ran to the bathroom to try to calm down my hormones.

Oh how I hoped Leyla hadn't noticed how much I had enjoyed that scene, or that my thumb had accidentally on purpose touched Kelly's... I blushed at the memory.

I really hadn't meant to expose Kelly like that! Honest! Of all the damn days for her to forget to wear the pasties. Not that she had to worry about those too often with the scenes we had been getting, but still!

I went to the sink and ran some water over my face. "Cool it, Settle. Get a hold of yourself! You can't let this scene get to you." My pep talk to myself didn't make me feel much better. I couldn't just ask myself not to react to that outfit Kelly was wearing. Actually, she wouldn't even be wearing that soon, according to the script.

I sighed. "Yeah, there's no way Leyla can stay here," I said. It would just make me more nervous if she was watching.

So, I took a deep breath, slowly let it out, then headed out of the bathroom to go find Leyla and ask her politely to leave. Yeah, this was going to be real fun. Not!