After we shot the bedroom scene a few times, the director made the comment to Andrew about how the director of the uniform department should know there is a wardrobe change. Emily's character...of I guess my character, the one I'm playing now should be in a "going away wedding dress" for the honeymoon suite not the wedding dress.
Andrew has a fit over that suggestion, "We are featuring that dress, you wanted romantic and tag dress emphasizes romance. The white silk has a visual impact, it cascades the drama."
"I agree," the director said then turned to me, "Leave the wedding dress on."
The assistant director protested, "We are already having problems finding a duplicate to fit Emily. It will never match. That dress is one of a kind." As he pointed to the dress I was in.
"We are shooting in a dark candle lit room, we can use the computers to copy some things and even blur part of the images if we need to." The director reasoned back.
The assistant director nodded and made the hand motion to start rolling and on to filming the next scene.
The crew adjusted props and the candles around a king sized bed. I looked down at the green sheets on the bed and folded my arms across my waist. I wasn't nervous to kiss Zach or anything but I didn't want to be judged by a whole camera crew and staff on how I looked kissing. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror next to the bed and saw the nasty look across my face.
"No no -" the director said, "Cammie is it?"
Wow I'm surprised, I have a name and not just PA or personal assistant? I nodded my head yes to him getting my name correct.
"Keep that virginal-look-of-terror you had on your face a second ago." The director moved behind the camera, "The expression worked."
Really? Well shit. They're literally already judging me and the cameras haven't started rolling yet nor have I even kissed Zach yet. I bit my bottom lip, I wasn't an actress. What kind of kiss did Zach want to do? He needs to tell me. I tried to look over at him and meet his gaze but he didn't meet my eyes for me silently or even quietly ask him.
Next, I heard some information about the take, "Sound speed," "Roll camera," then "Speed." Powder appeared in front of me and slicked some sweet strawberry-vanilla-flavored gloss across my lips, then spritzed breath spray in my mouth. Oh god, I coughed as the wintergreen hit my tongue. Too strong and so fake. The clapper guy called out, "Marker" and clicked the clapperboard shut. I looked at Zach and I didn't have to fake the virginal terror, they were definitely taping this. I'm not usually noticeable, but yet here I am in front of a camera. This situation was doubly critical because Zach had blown the other kiss. The directors were all watching, geared to criticize. The situation was different when the eyes were on you, and god I wish I had been a little more sensitive in offering my opinion back in the viewing room a week ago. Music swelled and lights dimmed. That helped...sorta. It was fake obviously but it was false comfort that made me shoulders less tense. Zach took my hand and led me to the bed, while shrugging out of his tuxedo jacket, he kicked off his shoes, and pulled at his tie. His expression was intent and loving, not one of Zach's usual expressions. Once we were beside the bed, Zach gave me a gentle kiss then pushed at my arms until I was fired into a sitting position. The wedding dress puffed around me. From the bed, I looked up at Zach with a smile. This was a better way of hitting the mattress than the throw they'd practiced in the trailer. Huh I guess Zach was learning fast, thanks to his teacher. Zach lifted a cufflinked wrist to me and raised his eyebrows, I couldn't help but grin again. He'd liked that wrist kiss thing. Slipping the metal stud from the French cuff, and I leaned across him to place the link on the bedside table. His expression showed gentle passion. I lifted his wrist, shoved the cuff up, and slightly tilted my head to glide my lips over his skin on the inside of his wrist.
Zach lightly grabbed my arms to bring me to my feet, he pulled me closer, but the hoop of the dress prevented him from reeling me in too much. I smiled and shoved at the sea of fabric in an attempt to be any closer. This scene was going to need several takes, we need to figure out how to move better with this hoop. Zach leaned over sideways and removed my high heels, to balance I placed my hands on his shoulders. After flinging the white satin shoes across the room, Zach turned me so that my back was to him, gently pushing my hair over my shoulder, Zach undid the first pearl button of my dress. With each two undone, he placed a kiss on on my back at led me to shiver. Midway through, I turned in his arms and grasped his shirt, I was kinda getting impatient, I pulled the ends loose from his pants and meanwhile Zach's hands went to my back. He blindly went to working on the rest of the gown's buttons. I undid the buttons of his dress shirt and pulled the sides open. The more film they could get of Zach with his shirt off, the better, I enjoyed the view too but I know so would the ratings of this movie. Zach shrugged free and stepped back to pull his undershirt over his head. And damn did I need to pause a moment to admire the view. Wow. His workout routine paid off, I guess I can only thank Mr. Solomon and the rest of the teachers and trainers at Gallagher...My hands went to his shoulders and I started to lightly kissed the side of his neck. I heard a quick sharp breath, his reaction to me kissing and sucking a little on his neck weren't acting, if I could I would be smirking that I took Zach Goode a surprise. His hands were busy at the back of my dress while I lightly sucked in his neck. When the buttons were undone to my waist, Zach untied the hoop's bow, finally loosened, the stringed closure fell open and the hoop dropped to the floor beneath the wedding dress. Zach groaned at his success and he pulled me against him. Backing up to the bed, he sat and pulled me close, and gave me an encouraging look to get on him. So I straddled his legs, with knees against the mattress, I started to grind slightly against him. Zach was shoving at the yards of silk surrounding them and creating a barrier between me touching his lap. I smiled, I think I know the the kiss he'd chosen from practice. Zach tugged at the top of the dress and I let it slide down my arms, leaving me wearing just the corset, which was much more than Tina usually wore around the set.
Zach kissed my neck, down to my shoulder, and then my collarbone. I pushed him against the bed so I could lie against him. He put one arm around my hips and one hand behind my head and kissed me while rolling us over so that he was on top. He felt great, not too heavy at all, our mouths clung and their legs tangled. I started to dig my fingers into his shoulders and pulled him closer, I ran a hand down his back. I lifted my leg over his hips and shifted to pull him tighter and as she pushed into me, I could feel him between my thighs. I felt him push at the hem of the gown, sliding the silk up my calf until his hand rested against her knee. I let out a moan against his mouth. His hand slid around to the underside of my knee and his fingers played against my soft skin. I gasped against his lips, and no longer heard the song of the scene in my head, the sparks drowning out the lyrics.
The director said, "Okay, that's good." But honestly in that moment I didn't hear anything but background noise, my arms slid into Zach's hair and his mouth bit at my bottom lip, demanding me to open wider. I obeyed and ran my tongue against the edge of his teeth.
"Perfect, I think you got it guys." The director laughed.
The laughter shook me out of the moment, and pulled back in confusion, resisting Zach's searching mouth, and looked over his shoulder. His mouth went to her neck and he began to such and bite. Shit, I couldn't let this stop, I let my eyelids close.
"Uh. Cut." A sharp voice called out.