Quick thing, we talk about sex here and it links to the previous chapter. I rewatched an interview with Torrance Coombs when he was comparing his sex scenes on The Tudors to the ones on Reign with Caitlin Stasey and he said something about it being so awkward and weird on The Tudors but so comforting and alright in Reign despite being in bed with Caitlin for hours on end (if sex scenes are three minutes long at best, why are the actors needed for hours? What are they filming that doesn't make the cut exactly?!) and we know how he and Caitlin are close, so they must have trusted each other a lot and they even had nude/sex coaches but joked they wouldn't need them (as they know sex I guess? I guess it was a joke because these two made sexual jokes/flirted with each other a lot back then so it's in their nature to be teasing with each other). Anyway, I think Mary would be awkward about the whole situation and Francis would be teasing yet supportive and even makes a good suggestion. I hope you guys enjoy it, I'm taking inspiration from when Torrance was asked about his sex scenes. I need to find the ones about Tobelaide talking about theirs! Also, Caitlin's so adorable, I read an interview with her when she was talking about Toby and Torrance and she's incredibly close to both of them and loves them but with Torrance, she used to be so shy because he is so 'gorgeously handsome and sexy' as she put it and she told him a lot back then which made him so embarrassed because he didn't see himself as so and told everyone that (even though he managed to snag and marry (and eventually divorce) a former Miss America, for God's sake) so she'd always tell him that he's handsome and sexy and it hurts like bad because she couldn't have him, haha. I think we all wanted Torrance and Toby at some point, haha. Anyways, rant over, over to the chapter!
Oh, and chapters 22, 23 and 24 are being posted because I'm almost ending this story to do the sequel!
"Don't freak out-"
"God, I'm freaking out," Mary mutters, pacing her trailer as Francis watches on in amusement.
It's her first-ever sex scene. She's only done suggestive scenes before, but this is all the way, with the scene going to be on the screen! Francis is teasing her and she wants to hit him but at the same time, he's taking her mind off the fact that her nudity coach is going to arrive any minute.
She didn't even know that nudity coaches existed!
"There's going to be thrusting..." Francis trails with a smirk as Mary yelps, covering her ears. "Moaning... Groping... Panting-"
"Stop!" Mary cries out, straddling his hips and covering his mouth. "I can't do it. I can't fake having sex. I can't have sex with any other guy but you. Save me!"
Francis laughs, tears stinging his eyes as he pulls her sweaty hands from his mouth. "I've seen your co-star."
"Yes, and?"
"He's blonde..."
"Yeah?"
"My height..."
"Yeah...?"
Francis gives her a suggestive glance and she frowns in confusion. "Babe, I've heard of partners taking the place of the actor in sex-scenes. With a little film magic, you can do your sex scene with a lot more comfortability."
"Francis, you're genius!" Mary cries out, kissing him hard and deeply before there's a knock on her trailer door and she leaps off him to answer it quickly. "You must be my..." She blushes.
"Nudity and sex coach, yes," the woman replies, amused. "Giselle, it's lovely to meet you, Mary."
"Likewise," Mary says, ushering her inside and gesturing to Francis. "My boyfriend, Francis."
Giselle shakes his hand. "Are you comfortable with your partner joining us?"
"Yes, definitely," Mary says. "Considering I'll put a suggestion up for the director."
Giselle's brows raise. "I see," she says, taking a seat. "Right, first of all, I know it's private to ask such a question but have you ever had sex before?"
Mary chokes and Francis laughs, his hand going to her knee and rubbing it as she stammers, "Y-Yes," out.
Giselle nods, sighing in relief. "So you know the cogs and gears of sex?"
"Y-Yes?" Mary replies unsurely, turning to Francis. "Don't I?"
"I think our sex life is fine, Mary," Francis says, kissing the back of her hand.
Mary blushes, turning back to Giselle. I really ought to have listened to Kenna talking about her sex life. Or perhaps try something new with Francis because if things are just 'fine', he could leave me. I'm not his first. I might not even be his last either and-
"Are you okay?" Giselle asks in concern.
Mary feels sweat drip down her face and she nods. "Y-Yes, continue." She grabs her bottle and downs half of the water. "Just thirsty."
"For me," Francis asks under his breath, flattered as she blushes and giggles in reply.
"Well, seems like a very healthy sex life you've got," Giselle says, amused. "Right, it's not going to be explicit, we aren't shooting a porno."
Mary nods. "Right."
"Mostly making out and you'll be strategically hidden - that is your chest and your pelvic area," Giselle continues. "We want you to be safe and you'll both be wearing nude underwear just for extra protection."
"Okay."
"Any questions?"
"So, no thrusting?" Mary asks, blushing when she can practically feel Francis smirk from beside her.
Giselle chuckles kindly. "Only a couple. We won't be filming this for long, it is only a five-minute scene from when the clothes come off to the bed parts."
Oh, God. Five minutes is too damn long! "Right."
"And well, whatever you feel comfortable with you can do. If moaning comes naturally to you during sex, you might want to mimic that for a realistic experience when filming." She then turns to Francis briefly. "Are you comfortable having sex with your partner?"
Mary scoffs lightly. "Of course."
"How regularly would you say you have sex?"
Mary blushes. These are too personal. Is she qualified to know about my sex life? "Every day..." She squeaks out, blushing. "W-We're not addicts, aren't we Francis?"
Francis chuckles "I don't think she's judging, babe," he tells her, pressing a kiss on her clammy cheek as his lips go to her ear. "Relax."
"I'm not judging," Giselle confirms, assuring her with a hand squeeze. "I'm just asking because we'd like to know if you'd feel comfortable mimicking those actions with another person. Or if you don't want to do this, we have a body double on standby."
"I want to do it!" Mary quickly says. "It will be better for me to expand my horizons and CV so to speak." Her tone is light and airy and she feels like she's going to faint. "But I have one request."
"Yes?"
"My boyfriend is the same build and hair colour as my co-star. Do you think they'd accept if he took his place instead?"
Giselle beams. "If that is what you want, that is what you get. You are the star of the show!"
"Oh." It's that easy to demand things?! I need a popcorn machine in my room ASAP, she thinks. "Okay, great!"
"Great! Now, let's get ready!"
...
After the scene is done and dusted, Mary slips on the robe given to her by Giselle and she turns to grin at Francis, sitting back down on the bed as the director speaks with the rest of the crew about what they've just filmed and how they can manipulate it.
"Don't think I didn't feel Little Francis there," Mary tells her boyfriend with a smirk.
"What?" Francis asks, grinning. "My girlfriend is just so hot and having you moan for me in front of all these people turned me on."
Mary snorts. "They were was fake moans, Francis. I am an actress," she says dramatically.
He gasps loudly. "Do you fake your moaning when we have sex, Mary Stuart?"
She raises a shoulder up coyly. "Maybe..."
"Oh my God," Francis says, slumping back onto the bed and closing his eyes, hand on heart. "You have wounded me, my fair lady."
Mary starts laughing, pressing a kiss on his lips quickly. "Get dressed, we can go and grab a late lunch. I'm feeling sushi."
"Nah, I think I'll remain semi-naked for the whole day," he tells her, resting his head on his hand and turning on his side to look up at her. "God, you look ethereal."
She blushes, lightly smacking him. "Shut up," she mumbles. "We're not alone."
"Oh, she's modest in public now," he teases her, pulling her into his arms.
"Francis!" She squeals, getting looks of amusement. "Stop, you'll annoy the crew."
"One more kiss."
She kisses him softly and he lets her go, pulling on his own robe before slipping his feet into the slippers Giselle brought over as soon as filming was done. It's a relief for Mary. She has the body double doing the rape scene and the other sex scene is with Francis again but for now, they're done for the day regarding sex scenes.
When the director lets them go, they go back to her trailer and Francis takes a seat on the sofa, feeling winded before she sits on his lap and pulls his head to hers for a quick kiss before resting her head against his.
"Do you think our sex life is good?" She asks quietly.
He brushes her hair back. "I love our sex life. Why?"
"I was thinking we could spice things up," she says, remembering Kenna's words. "Like sexy lingerie or something."
Francis smirks. "I'm not complaining."
"And you wouldn't be opposed to BDSM or like bondage or blindfolding-"
"Where is this coming from?" He asks, a smile growing on his face in intrigue.
Mary scowls. "Don't look so smug!"
"Mary, are you happy with our sex life?"
"Yes, but-"
"Then I'm happy with our sex life," he says, kissing her nose.
Mary sighs and nods. "But I'd like to still try new things. I'm not that experienced and you might go for someone else if things get too boring-"
"Whatever you want to do, I'll do it with you," Francis cuts her off, cupping her cheeks. "Mary, I don't care if you were a virgin before we met or if you're inexperienced. I love you. Sex isn't the whole of our relationship, you know? It's like an added bonus we can still do without. Is this about Kenna's nude photo scandal?"
Mary bites her lip and nods a little. "She was talking about why she sent those pictures to Bash in the first place. Like it was exciting and risky and hot," she starts. "It spiced things up for them and they started having phone sex." She tuts, rolling her eyes. "They break beds with their mindblowing sex and I'm just scared I'm not doing it right."
Francis coughs a little. "First of all, I didn't need that whole image of my brother's sex life," he starts, making her giggle loudly. "Second of all, we may not break beds with our sex life but we are more than thoroughly satisfied and I think that's more than worth it as opposed to forking out for new beds every week."
Mary chuckles. "I guess."
"You're doing it wonderfully for me. We both get there and we wake up happy and excited and I love it," Francis continues. "I love you, I love your body, your taste, your lips." He kisses her for good measure. "But we can explore if you want to. I don't want you feeling like you can't talk to me about this. I'm your partner, if I'm not satisfying you, I'd like to know."
Mary grins. "It's not you not satisfying me, it's me not satisfying you though," she tells him with a pout.
He grabs her hand and places it over himself. "I think you satisfy me a whole lot, Mary."
"Little Francis is having a field day, great," she says, laughing.
"I could be apart from you and the slightest thought about coming home to you... God, I'd have to look for the nearest toilet," he tells her. "Your smell draws me to you, you're just so beautiful and wonderful, I truly am the luckiest man in the world. I'd like to think when we're old and grey, I'd still get Little Francis up for you."
Mary starts laughing, tears running down her cheeks as she sinks onto the floor and slams the sofa seat. He's too goddamn funny and she doesn't want to die young so she begs him to never bring up Little Francis in the same sentence as them being old.
"Imagine, you," she starts, cackling. "One hundred years old and calling me for sex!"
"Honey, I could be two hundred years old and call you for sex. Even up in Heaven," he replies, watching her howl on the floor. "You flatter me."
"Glad I do so," she says, sitting back up on her knees.
"Hey, you're even kneeling for me. Mind working your magic then?"
"Francis!" She cries out, slapping his arm. "We need to get dressed so we can go and eat."
He smirks. "Worth a try," he mutters, taking his robe off and his little nude thong off too. "Hey, no watching!"
Mary bites her lip. "What if I really like what I see right now?"
"Ooh, sex in a trailer, how hot," her boyfriend replies before sinking to the floor and meeting her lips hungrily.
Lunch is forgotten and Mary returns to set with a grumbling stomach.