Chapter 4.

EPOV

They decided to eat Thai food naked in bed while going through their scripts.

"Yay Esme gets to have sex this episode."

"You're so childish Edward." She snapped at his nose with her chopsticks.

"You're very good with those chopsticks, its almost pornographic watching you eat food with those long pointy utensils."

"And you, seriously? You can't eat with chopsticks at all? What kind of upbringing did you have?"

"It was rather eclectic actually, my father was a traveling salesman and we lived in a caravan..."

"You are so full of shit, your father was a civil engineer and was home every night. Your parents have been married since 1960."

"Ooooh look at you all stalker-like. Wikipedia?" He was amused by her background check on him. He had actually looked up her IMDB webpage and also that "Who's dating who" website to see who her former boyfriends had been. He was rather pleased to see that it was wrong, it said that she had been dating an actor who had played a policeman in a few episodes in the first season. He knew it couldn't be true because the actor had tried to hit on him the third time he had appeared on the show. He had politely turned him down.

"No not Wikipedia, do I look like some amateur? I looked up your fansite, which by the way , indicates a 70% approval rating on the trousers you were wearing in the last episode that aired and most comments were that they needed to be tighter in the crotch area."

"I call bullshit on that one."

"No it's true."

"Oh what time of day was that, because when I was looking it up earlier I had an 85% approval rating on those trousers."

She laughed. She had the most adorable laugh. She covered up her face as she got a little more hysterical.

She really was adorable.

Adorable and naked on his bed.

"Okay, well I only really ate meat and three veg at my house when I was a kid, we all can't be fancy and know how to eat with chopsticks."

"This is New York, if you bought this as take out the likelihood of it even coming with a knife and fork would be minimal. I think I'm just going to have to teach you."

"Well if you are going to teach me how to eat with chopsticks then surely there is some skill that I possess that I can teach you. Fair is fair. One mad skill in exchange for another."

She hit him on the chest.

"Mad skill? OMG there -if you tell me you have a twitter account then you may just be hipper than I thought."

"Of course I have a twitter account. It's very amusing to see what people think about you. I always hop on when the show airs. There's this guy who pretends he is me and tweets during the show. I laugh my arse off. Apparently I'm dating Rosalie."

"Oh really. And what do you do with Rosalie?"

"We eat KFC naked on my bed. She doesn't have issues with my inability to use chopsticks."

She hit him once again on his chest.

"Ouch, you are a violent woman aren't you?"

"Well you know I am all in preparation for my ex-boyfriend to come back and try to reason with me. Or kill me. We just don't know until the next episode. This is why I am becoming so violent. Its the self-defense class they have me attending as a part of the background of my character. If you notice, page 15, I'm at my self-defense class, kicking butt and taking names." He flipped the pages.

"Oh yes I see."

She pushed the takeaway away from her and jumped out of bed. She motioned with her hand for him to get out of bed too.

"I can show you how I can fend off an attacker from behind."

"Well I already know you suck at that because I just took you from behind and you offered no resistance at all."

"Ha ha ha. Ok Mr Smartypants, just grab me from behind with your hands."

He did as he was told, and found himself suddenly on the floor.

"Fucking ouch, how the fuck did that happen?"

"Oh crap Edward I'm so sorry, I didn't know my own strength."

He lay on the floor, feeling slightly winded. She was leaning over him, her breasts dangerously close to his mouth. He leaned up and suckled one in his mouth. She ran her hands behind his neck, supporting his endeavours.

BPOV.

She hadn't meant to flip him, but now here he was on the floor, her breast in his mouth and seeming none too injured. She moved until she was straddling him, his cock slipping again readily inside her. She wondered how many times they could have sex until she had to go.

She scratched her nails gently across his back and he slowly started to kiss a trail up her neck.

She ground into him, lifting herself slightly up and down, feeling the carpet burn on the top of her feet and knees.

But his cock was inside her and the burn was a minor price to pay for just how good he felt. He was grabbing her arse, lifting her up and down, helping her to get the right pace. Slamming against the right spot again and again. Sweat was forming on their bodies due to the exertion. When he came it was half an hour later. She lost count of her own orgasms.

"Holy shit Bella." Edward was panting, he lay back down on the ground.

She went to move.

"Mmmm no stay there, I want to live inside you forever. Such a warm pussy."

She folded herself down onto his chest.

"I like your cock too. It's like it was made for me." He really did have the perfect size cock. She was really going to enjoy riding it, for as long as this lasted. A few more months and she was off filming in Seattle. The popularity of the books would mean constant set stalkers. She would be lucky if she could go get a sandwich without being followed and papped, let alone carry on a relationship with her TV co-star in secret. She didn't want to think about it anymore.

"I think, if we are going to go over our scripts and run lines, that it's probably really important that your dick is not inside me. I don't think that's how our characters roll and we aren't in some cult where this kind of thing goes on."

Edward agreed and they parted.

"Can I take a shower, for some reason I have insane amount of cum running down my legs."

"That's very sexy, yet somewhat disturbing at the same time. Let me get you a towel."

She walked into Edwards ensuite, which looked like every boys dream. The shower was meant for 15 people she was certain and had faucets and outlets on three walls. She could see herself fucking him in here for hours.

She tentatively turned a faucet and discovered it was from a neon lit rainshower that was neatly recessed in the roof. It was heaven on a stick.

She grabbed his shower gel and applied it liberally on her hands, running it over her body, cleaning away the trail of destruction he had left behind. She noticed his shampoo and conditioner was from a rather expensive salon and appeared to be formulated just for him. His name was printed on the outside. She thought she would give it a try. She closed her eyes and rubbed the shampoo into her hair. It smelled divine. Maybe this was the secret to his masculine scent. She heard a small cough behind her and his voice whispered in her ear.

"Can I help you with that?"

Oh lord, he was going to shampoo her hair.

"Yes please."

With sensual movements he gently pressed on her scalp making small circular movements with his fingertips. She could count all ten as they moved in sequence over her head, rubbing, stroking and then rinsing the suds. He delicately moved the water from the top of her head, pushing the suds down to the ends of her hair.

"Oh God if you offer to condition my hair I may cum just at the thought."

He laughed.

She couldn't believe she had said that out aloud.

He grabbed the conditioner and poured it onto his hand. She turned around and faced him.

EPOV

He expertly applied the conditioner down the long strands of her hair and massaged it into her ran his fingers down her hair, separating the tangles as he went. Her eyes were watching his, her mouth slightly open as she looked like she enjoyed his attention.

"Thats one very amazing skill you have there." He smiled at her and gave her forehead a small kiss.

"Maybe I will teach you how to do that in exchange for chopstick lessons?"

"Oh no I don't want to learn how to do that, I want you to do that to me forever. Where did you learn that?"

He tried to hide his embarrassment.

"From my mother- she worked as a hairdresser and I would help her out on her busy Saturdays. She said I was the reason why she had so many women coming in to have their hair done. She said I have magic hands. Now close your eyes."

Bella did as she was told and he let the water rinse off the conditioner. Her hair was silken in his hands, the water making it stretch almost to her arse. He tried not to put his ever eager cock anywhere near her couldn't believe she was in his shower and was complete putty in his hands. He wanted to run his fingers up into her body and really demonstrate how good his hands could be, but decided that he had probably used her vagina far too much that evening already.

Besides they had a script to learn. With spontaneous sounding banter that needed to be worked on.

He grabbed the towel he had gotten for her, a special guest towel that the decorator had bought. Some fine bamboo thread that was very soft. He wrapped Bella up carefully and then grabbed his regular cotton towel. He handed her another towel to dry her hair off.

She pouted after he refused to towel dry her hair.

"Bella if I dry your hair you are going to orgasm, then you will expect more sex off me and I just don't know if I can let myself be treated like a piece of meat."

"Fine, but do you have a shirt I can wear until my hair dries, I don't want to get my shirt wet ."

He found a soft white v-neck tshirt and she put it on.

"Mmm I like this one, I'm gonna pinch it. Okay script and out of the bedroom. I'm gonna drape myself on your Eames chair. That thing is sexy. You sit on your couch."

They walked out into the lounge room and flipped through their scripts.

An hour later they were reworking a scene, which the writers often let them do so that their dialogue sounded natural.

"Okay dad, don't worry about me, but just make sure you have your phone on you. Nah I'm gonna change that to 'cell' on you.'

"Okay honey, you call me if you need me. Just don't go out unless you're with someone. Be safe, I love you kiddo."

"Yeah that seems fine, do you want to practice any Rosalie scenes with me?" This was normal, he would quite often get her to run through some of the scenes, but only when they weren't romantic. No romance this week. The writers were really teasing the audience with the sexual tension.

"No thats fine, Rose and I will do that tomorrow, I think this ep is pretty heavy you really, which is a nice change."

"Yeah I think they are trying to get in on the whole movie hype. Use me as much as they can to target that audience I guess. I think that's why they are eluding the cliffhanger to being either you or I shot, giving me an exit if I need one, or cashing in on the movie."

"I'd hate it if they killed you off."

"Well would it be so bad? You would get an emmy nom at least for being the revengeful father, I'd get to do an awesome death scene."

"But I wouldn't get to see you every day, and thats the one nice thing about having you around. I liked having you around even before this started, its even nicer now. Although the constant wanking to stop from having erections in my trailer when you come to visit is really chaffing my hand."

"And speaking of work, its now 11pm and I must get some beauty sleep or tomorrow is going to be one shit day of filming."

"Do I need to call you a cab?"

"That would be lovely."

"And Bella?"

"Yes Edward?"

"Keep my shirt, it looks really good on you."

BPOV

She brushed her hair and tried to make herself look composed, kissing him goodbye before she left his building.

She tumbled into bed 15 minutes later, her body only slightly sore from their extra-curricular work out.

The next day she knew that Edward would be running lines with Rosalie so she didn't even bother knocking on his dressing room door. No location shoots today, they were back in the studio.

She made her way straight to makeup, where she was met by Alice.

"You look a little tired girl! Hop up here, I'll get Bree to grab you a coffee."

Bella looked at herself in the mirror. Not certain where Alice was indicating that she was below par on her usual looks.

Alice gathered her hair up and tied it back with a tie, her hair flipping furiously as Alice made light work of taming her mane.

Alice paused mid the second wrapping of the hair tie.

"Your hair. It smells different." She stepped back from Bella, trying to work out what the difference was.

Bree walked into the room, coffee in hand, probably just the way Bella liked it.

She wouldn't find out.

Alice dragged her by the hand and lead her back to her dressing room.

"Do you want to tell me why you smell just like Edward?"

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