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Rating:
Teen And Up Audiences
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Category:
F/M
Fandom:
Doctor Who RPF
Relationship:
Alex Kingston/Matt Smith
Character:
Alex Kingston, Matt Smith
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Published: 2012-05-08 Words: 4427
Essex Boys
by spoilersweetie
Summary
Matt sits down after a long days shooting and decides to watch a film he finds on the telly, oblivious to the fact that his friend and co-star not only has a part in it but that well...he's about to see a lot more of her than he'd ever imagined.
Notes
So I just really love the idea of Matt seeing some of Alex's films hehe. I haven't actually seen Essex boys myself, I've only watched Alex's scenes - I have tried to watch it all but I can't cope with really violent movies so yeah I just sort of wound through the rest of it lol. Anyway this is a heavy T rating, probably more leaning towards an M actually but never mind. I hope you enjoy darlings! :)
Pleasantly exhausted after a long days shooting, Matt Smith throws himself down onto the settee in his flat with a cold beer in his hand and turns on the TV. It had been a tiring but successful day; he was enjoying making the new season more than any other yet, and he supposed it might be due to the fact that having his friends on set with him was so precious now because it would be coming to an end all too soon - but he didn't want to think of that. For now he was just having a blast filming. Plus Alex is back, shooting this and a couple of other episodes with them, and it's always so much better when she's there too. Team Tardis is complete.
Opening his can, Matt takes a sip, scrolling through the channels with his other hand in search of something to relax in front of for a couple of hours before bed. He watches a bit of a late-night talk show but decides he's not really in the mood for humour; he's too tired to pay attention to the jokes, and so begins flicking through the channels idly. He pauses on one that looks mildly
interesting and notes the title, Essex Boys, and thinks it sounds familiar, although he's pretty sure he hasn't seen it before.
He reads the blurb and decides it sounds like it might be his kind of thing so leaves it on. It's only a couple of minutes in and he sinks back into the sofa, settling down to watch.
Five minutes or so later, just as he lifting his can of beer to his lips, the scene changes and he gets such a surprise he spills it down himself. Cursing, he dabs at his shirt, eyes fixed on the screen as a slow grin comes to his face. The reason for his surprise is that no other than his co-star and good on-set friend is on his screen, walking round in a silk bathrobe and talking with an Essex twang. He raises his eyebrows and laughs a little.
He had no idea Alex was in this; but he has to admit he's definitely going to enjoy it more now. He has a soft spot for the woman and gets on with her like a house on fire, but aside from a couple of episodes of Marchlands he'd caught and half of Boudicca years ago before he knew her, he hasn't seen any of her other work. He settles down, grinning widely and looking forward to something to tease her about tomorrow, already mentally deciding on informing her the accent suited her.
Patting his pocket, he finds his phone and pulls it out, unable to resist firing off a quick text. Kingston! You're on my telly! :P X
She texts back almost straight away, and he tears his eyes away from staring at her straightened hair to read the message: Oh god am I? What are you watching!? X
Yep, channel 4. Essex Boys x
The next text doesn't come through for a good five minutes and he gets engrossed in the film, jumping slightly when his phone beeps.
Have you seen it before?
Nope x
There is another couple of minutes pause before she texts again.
Well…enjoy. ;)
Already am :) Although whoever straightened your hair should be shot x
Well thanks I think! X
Welcome :)
Have fun watching darling ;)
I'm sure I will x
Let me know what you think… ;) x
Why did she keep sending him winking faces? Will do! X He texts back, smiling at his phone before
locking it and tossing it down on the settee next to him, leaning back and turning his attention to the film.
It was pretty good; fast paced and lots of action, a lot of violence too but he didn't really mind that in films, he'd always found those sorts of films easier to switch off in front of and watch without having to think too much. He idly wonders how big a part Alex has in it, and finds himself longing to see her on screen again. She's apparently the wife of one of the main characters so he hopes that means there'll be a fair bit more of her in it.
Ten minutes or so later and Alex is back on screen, and Matt sits up a bit, grinning at his telly like an idiot as he watches her. He couldn't quite get over how strange it was to see her with straight hair, her wild curls were almost what defined her - and he had to admit, he loved them. Something he told her often, although he teased her about them just as much, his favourite jibe is complaining because her hair was blocking his shot to which she always stuck her tongue out or smacked him playfully.
The scene was growing more intense and the smile fades fast from his face as he watches the argument, watches her get thrown into a chair and cry her eyes out as she shouts back. He swallows, the image of a distraught Alex making his stomach clench uncomfortably for some reason - even though it was only acting. God but she could act though, he suddenly thinks fiercely, and is startled by the intensity and fondness of his own thought.
He is musing silently over his great admiration for her acting skills, can of beer halfway to his mouth when all of a sudden every thought in his head is gone and all he can do is gape, open mouthed, wide eyed and frozen, at the screen in front of him.
Alex is naked on his television.
Alex Kingston…is naked on his TV in front of him.
The scene changes, but he still sees her, his jaw hanging open as his brain tries to process the image.
He blinks and gasps in air, suddenly realising he hasn't breathed for the last minute, and his can of beer is still hovering halfway to his mouth. He quickly raises it to his lips and chugs half the contents in one go.
He doesn't even have a clue what happens in the next ten minutes of the film. All he can see is Alex dropping that gown to reveal her naked figure, the image burned into his memory.
And oh God…she was gorgeous! He'd always thought she was beautiful - stunning even, and sexy as hell, especially with that cheeky flirtatious nature of hers, but his thoughts had never strayed beyond thinking of her as a friend he sort of admired and had a bit of a schoolboy crush on. Yes he fancied her - but innocently so, and more in a fond sort of way than a sexual one. But now…after that…
Fuck. Her body was breathtaking. Her curves, oh God. He'd admired her figure in those jeans and tight jodhpurs the costume department at Who loved to put her in but oh hell, seeing her naked was another thing entirely, and he could feel his whole body heating up rapidly in response.
Shit, he mentally swears as something occurs to him - how the hell was he going to face her tomorrow now!? It wasn't even like he could pretend he hadn't seen it because he'd bloody texted her to tell her he was watching it! Why the hell hadn't she told him not to!? Or at least warned him that she was completely bloody starkers in it - instead of just sending him little winking faces and letting him nearly have a bloody heart attack!
He is sitting there, staring at the screen, head still reeling and heart pounding when his phone beeps next to him and he jumps so much he spills beer all over himself again. That's it; he's
putting the can on the floor. Flustered, he opens the message which is, of course, from Alex again. Enjoying the movie darling? ;)
What the - …what!? What was she …? What the bloody hell was he going to say!? He thought about a brief 'yeah' or something equally noncommittal but he knew he couldn't just ignore the fact that he'd just seen her totally nude, especially as she was so obviously alluding to it.
He goes for a plain statement: I just saw you naked… She replies quickly: Yeah, I expect you did :P Another text from her comes through almost instantly. And?
And? And!? And what!? What the hell was he supposed to say!? And I nearly died? And I'm never gonna be able to look at you without picturing you without clothes again? And I nearly came in my pants because you're the most stunning woman I've ever bloody seen!?
Well crap.
His hands are shaking holding his phone now, and he is concentrating on none of this movie at all. This is ridiculous, he thinks, and she's doing it on purpose - she's probably sitting at home cackling to herself about the awkward state she no doubt knows he is in now. Well, stuff that. If she was going to be a cheeky flirt, then he was going to damn well flirt back!
With that decision in mind, he purposefully types in a bold reply and presses send before he can change his mind. Why do you wear clothes, ever? :P
He bites his lip as he waits for her reply, and wonders if she laughed, or gasped in surprise, or maybe that naughty smirk of hers came across her face. She doesn't take long.
You have to in this country darling. It's the law x
Matt lets out a small giggle. He could always rely on her to give as good as she gets. Well he wasn't going to back down now.
They should change it for you x
Just for me?
Yep x
I'd be cold x
Not if I was around ;) x
Crap. He probably shouldn't have sent that last one!
Cheeky! X
Sorry x
Don't be. I like cheeky ;) X
Are you flirting with me Kingston? X
You started it x
Did not! You stated it, letting me watch this film! X
I'm not there, I can't stop you :P
Could've told me you were bloody naked in it! :P X
Oh and you'd have turned it off if I had?
Of course!
Liar x
Matt is aware that he is grinning like an idiot at his phone now. The woman was terrible. She'd always been a dreadful flirt - but then, he supposed, when it came to her, so had he. That was just the effect she had on him.
So…can I keep watching?
If you like ;) x
He swallows at that. She is really trying to kill him.
Are you naked again?
Only one way for you to find out isn't there? X
Matt bites his lip, a lot of lewd responses coming to mind, but this was Alex Kingston, and he respects her and well…he didn't want her to doubt that. So forcing back the cheeky comments, he hastily types in; And you don't mind? If I do keep watching? X
Haha oh Matt. You're cute x
He frowns at that one. He was trying to be polite - they did, after all, work with each other and the last thing he wanted was to make her feel awkward around him tomorrow, even if he did want to watch the rest of this movie more than anything right now, he would respect her if she wanted him to turn it off. But here she was, mocking him for asking!
Oi, trying to be a gentleman here Kingston!
Bless!
Matt scowls at his phone again, hearing her teasing laugh through the text, and puts it down without replying, grumbling under his breath. Well fine. Fine! He was watching it. And if she was naked again he was going to feel absolutely no remorse whatsoever about gawping at her thoroughly.
God. He hoped she was naked again.
He presses the record button on his remote. Because if she isn't he knows he is so watching that first scene again once it's over.
She is on screen again now, and it's some kind of party. He has no idea what was going on because he'd been paying absolutely no attention for the last ten minutes in favour of texting her, but now the scene is turning violent, and he has a strange urge to suddenly turn it off or look
away…violence doesn't usually bother him in films but this… he doesn't like this, seeing Alex like that - which is ridiculous; she's acting, and he's an actor for God's sake, it shouldn't bother him but…it does. He is glad when the scene's over. Matt decides that he prefers her last one much more.
He wonders if she's naked again.
He doesn't have to wait too long to find out the answer to that question. It's yes. Oh yes. At first he feels as if he should look away on instinct because - well this is Alex…but then he remembers that she clearly doesn't mind that he's seeing this so he swallows down the guilt and lets himself stare like he knows he bloody wants to. He watches her dress with dark eyes and he wonders how he's going to look her in the eyes tomorrow without seeing her slide her knickers up, do the clasp of her bra up and arrange her cleavage. He swallows.
The movie runs on, but Matt has to admit to himself that he's not really taking much of it in, too busy waiting for Alex's character to appear back on screen the whole time, and so busy gaping at her when she is that he doesn't even pay attention in those scenes either.
The film is a good hour in when she texts him again.
Still enjoying yourself darling? Xx
Matt raises his eyebrows and texts back quickly with the first thought that comes into his head.
Immensely. Do you think they'd let you be naked in WHO? X
Probably not. Might ruin the whole family show concept x
Pity. I'm sure it would raise the ratings x
You do realise what you're watching is quite a few years old? Nobody would want to see that now :P
What? :O Are you insane?
Somewhat enraged by her statement, Matt hurriedly sends another text.
Your body is incredible x
He realises that was more of a blatant compliment than flirtatious remark but he can't bring himself to care. It's the truth, and if she doesn't know that she needs to.
I'm afraid it doesn't quite look like that anymore, but thanks all the same darling ;)
Yes it does! X
How do you know? :P
What do you mean how do I know? Your figure is perfect woman x
Flatterer! X
Truth x
But you haven't seen me without my clothes on now, so you still can't say that :P x
Bloody hell, but he wants to. So much. He bites his lip as a steamy image of him peeling her
clothes from her lithe beautiful form fills his head and he suppresses a groan, shifting on the sofa. He can't be thinking those things about her. He really shouldn't be thinking those things about her.
Come over then and we can change that x
He's sent it before he can think and a panic floods through him as he waits for her reply. He shouldn't have sent that. He really shouldn't have sent that. Oh God, this was a dangerous game. They had a good friendship, and what if he mucked everything up between them because he'd let his dick control his brain? But she would probably think he was joking anyway, wouldn't she? And then he could just pretend he was. Because he was. Wasn't he?
After several minutes, his phone finally beeps with her reply.
Are you serious?
Yes x
No, he meant to say no! He sent that text without his own permission! Oh crap.
Right now?
…Is she serious!?
Well, he'd already gone this far…only one way to find out.
Yes x
He swallows, his heart pounding. Is she actually going to come over? Now? To his flat? To…let him…?
When she doesn't text back for a good five minutes he fires off another one.
Alex? X
She doesn't reply. Five minutes pass, then another five, then twenty have gone and he thinks he must have offended her. Of course she was joking. Of course. The flirting didn't mean anything to her, it never had, why would it be any different just because they'd stepped it up a notch? It was still just messing around to her, and he'd gone and propositioned her like an idiot and now she probably thought he was a total prick.
Grabbing his phone, he frantically starts typing out an apology text, explaining that of course he was only joking when he is paused by a knock on the door. Wondering who the hell is knocking on his door at this time of night, he turns the volume on the telly down and leaps up, hurrying over to answer it while deciding that if Karen was drunk again he was leaving her in the hallway this time; he didn't care if she'd lost her keys again.
When he opens the door however, he is not greeted by the sight of a drunk Karen. Far from it.
"Hello sweetie."
He opens and closes his mouth like a goldfish for a few seconds. "Alex!"
She laughs, a low throaty sound, as she slips past him into his flat. "You sound surprised to see me darling. You did invite me."
"I…" He closes the door behind her, turning to face her with wide eyes. "Yeah…I…I - you didn't
text back, I thought I'd offended you," he admits sheepishly, scratching the back of his head as he wanders over to stand in front of her.
She laughs again. "No."
He stands there awkwardly. "So…"
She raises an eyebrow and steps closer to him. "So…" She slowly winds her arms up round his shoulders, linking her hands behind his neck. "Am I going to start taking my clothes off or do you want to do it?"
Matt's eyes go wide and his ears go pink as he gapes at her. "Alex - you, you - I -"
"Oh come now Matthew," she purrs, pressing her body lightly to his. "You're not all talk and no action are you?"
"What - no -" He splutters, his hands coming to rest slightly awkwardly on her hips. "It's just, I… well you're…you, and we, we…"
Alex's face falls suddenly, and she looks embarrassed and slightly panicked. "Oh God - you were joking weren't you? Shit and I -"
"What!" He splutters, holding tight to her hips when she tries to back away. "No - no, no, no!" He assures her quickly. "I wasn't - I mean - I do want - I just…" He takes a deep breath and looks down at Alex as she peers up at him, hazel eyes intently searching his own, a flush to her cheeks and curls framing her face. "Fuck Alex…you're gorgeous," he admits in a quiet voice, and her eyes widen. "I just…if you…you…if anything -" He pauses, swallowing. "I'm not sure I'll be able to control myself."
The corner of Alex's lip quirks up, and Matt's eyes immediately fly to her mouth. "And who says you have to?" She says in a low, soft voice.
His eyes widen. Is she really saying -!? "But - I…you're…" "Oh darling," she laughs, shaking her head. "You are an idiot." He frowns. "What?"
She bites her lip a bit, still smiling as she steps closer, hands on his shoulders. "I have had the biggest crush on you for such a long time."
Matt's eyes go wide. "You…have?"
She nods, sliding her hands down from his shoulders over his chest. "You're so not my type…and you're so young. But for some reason…" She bites her lip and looks up to meet his eyes. He swallows.
"Alex…"
Her eyes flicker from his to something behind him and a smirk crosses her lips. She turns him to face the TV and his eyes go wide as he sees her on screen, in bed, beneath a man, writhing, her head tilted back, mouth open in a gasp…
He turns back to look at her, standing behind him, a eyebrow raised and a smile on her lips. She looks pointedly downwards; there is no disguising his reaction. He swallows. "Lucky bloke," he rasps out.
Alex licks her lips and steps closer to him. "Want a go?"
He only just manages to suppress the "yes!" He almost yells, instead forcing himself to just nod mutely, not trusting himself to attempt speech in his astonished state.
And then she is kissing him, and he is kissing her and he is hard as hell already, the image of her naked form deep in the throes of passion still burnt into his mind and her moaning softly on screen and he is kissing that woman and then she is moaning now too and he wants her so much it hurts.
Refusing to part from her mouth, Matt starts pushing her backwards, guiding her clumsily through his small living room as his fingers start to wrestle with the buttons on her shirt. They make it to the doorway of his bedroom before he slams her against the wall next to it, leaning heavily on her and it as he presses a knee between her legs and kisses her so hard his head spins.
Alex finally tugs him back with fistfuls of his hair to gasp in mouthfuls of air, then her hands are at her top, helping him with the rest of the buttons and shrugging it quickly off.
"Bloody hell Matt," she gasps, her voice hoarse and lowered, chest heaving as he kisses the tops of her breasts, fingertips tracing the patterns on her bra. "I always knew we'd be amazing…"
He grins against her skin, lifting his head as he pushes his hips into her and her legs spread a bit so his thigh is pressed against her centre, drawing another moan from her. "Thought about this did you?" He teases, grinding into her again and watching as her eyelids flutters.
"God yes," she says bluntly. "All the bloody time…"
Matt groans aloud at that, the confession sending more blood pumping straight to his already painfully hard erection. Alex yanks his shirt up and over his head and with quick nimble fingers undoes his belt and jeans and tries to get a hand inside but he stops her, grabbing her wrist, afraid if she touched him now he might come right there in the hallway he was so worked up.
Keeping hold of her wrist, Matt tugs her away from the wall and pulls her into his bedroom, slamming the door behind them with a foot as he hurries to the bed, swinging her round and down onto it. She giggles a bit as she falls back and he wastes no time covering her body with his own, and he decides he loves that sound more than any other in the world, but quickly changes his mind when he pushes a hand under her bra to cup a breast and she moans so loudly and deeply that his head reels with arousal.
She struggles beneath him, arching off the bed, the movement pushing her chest into his as she reaches round behind herself and with a soft snap her bra falls loose, and Matt pulls it from her as she lays back flat. He swallows as he leans back to appreciate the view - and what a view it was! What he'd just seen on his telly didn't even compare to seeing her for real, right here, in front of him, her breasts so soft and nipples hard and straining for his touch.
She laughs when he tells her that, and starts muttering about them not being what they were twenty years ago but he silences her with a mouth closing over one rosy bud, swirling his tongue and sucking hard until she believes that he thinks they are the most gorgeous breasts he'd ever seen.
Alex is moaning now, and fumbling with his jeans, trying to shove them down from the awkward angle and panting in frustration when she fails. "Ugh! Take them off," she demands, giving up, and Matt wastes no time in obeying, standing from the bed to hurriedly shove them and his boxers down and onto the floor, nearly tripping over them as he watches with dark eyes as Alex takes the opportunity to rid herself of her own trousers. She peels them down shapely legs and throws them at him, giggling when they hit him in the face.
"You'll pay for that Kingston," he mutters as tosses them to the floor and falls back down on top of her.
"Oh I look forward to it darling!" She laughs, pulling his body tight against hers. Matt wriggles his hands down between them and Alex lifts her hips when he hooks fingers under the top of her knickers and tugs at them. She moves her own hands down to help, lifting her legs to drag the piece of material down and off, tossing it aside carelessly and yanking Matt back down for a furious kiss.
His tongue sweeps her mouth, body rolling into hers before his lips move down over her jaw to suck greedily on her neck as he palms a breast in each hand, squeezing and drawing more delicious moans from her.
He pauses suddenly, propping himself up over her with a hand planted either side of her head. His gaze sweeps down over her body pointedly. "Alex?"
"What?" Her voice is breathless and urgent as her eyes search his. He grins, his eyes snapping back up to hers. "I win." An adorable little frown crosses her face. "Win what?"
He rakes another pointed gaze down over her panting naked figure. "Your body is still incredible."
She throws her head back against the pillow and laughs. "Well…want to prove that darling?" She teases cheekily, pushing her hips up towards him pointedly.
Oh yes! He did. He grins and leans down to kiss her passionately, aligning their hips and finally burying himself in her magnificent body.
And he most definitely did prove it, brilliantly and thoroughly, several times that night. And again and again, for many, many nights after.
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