A/N: Too many people tell me to name this girl! So, I gave her a name. The name is Elaine. Why do I like Elaine? Because Laney and Ela and Elle. I like 'em all and they all pertain to Elaine. Her name either had to have many nicknames attached or had to be insanely common. I chose something that Jared wouldn't easily identify. I'm also sorry for the worst smut ever written.


Limes With Lipstick


'There's a menace in my bed,
Can you see his silhouette?'

Chapter Thirteen: Fever

Jared was still freezing.

There was a seemingly endless amount of coffee being offered, but he didn't want the caffeine. Stella slid her hand into his and leaned her head against his shoulder. She was bored out of her skull. No one had seemed to be paying any attention to her, at least not enough. She was a gorgeous woman. Nearly all of it was natural and deserved appraisal.

"Leto, we're going to need you back in makeup in an hour. You look like shit."

He glared at the director from beneath his lashes, appearing cold and dead.

"T-Two hours?" David corrected himself, shifting uncomfortably beneath the younger man's glacial stare. "I mean, hell. We could all use a break."

Clark had left once he received a call from Jai, muttering something about unruly curls, and too much gel. The assistant shoved his phone into his pocket, "As if his stylist can't handle it. What does he expect me to do? Threaten each strand into place?"

Maybe Jared had a fever, since his body started to tremble every other moment or so. Despite being finger locked with Stella, his skin wouldn't react to her warmth. He took neither pleasure nor comfort in the oddly clingy antics of his sometimes lover. It was obvious that the blond wanted more this time around and he'd fed into it for the wrong reasons.

Being this cold, both physically, and outwardly reminded him of winter. There was a time when he and his brother used to shovel snow for money. The tips of their fingers would burn and their toes would go numb after awhile. Once their bodies would calm from the adrenaline, the pain would come, muscles sore, and chests aching like a boulder had laid flat on them for hours.

Stella whined, "How much longer must we be here for? I want a long bath."

David had just about had it, absurdly beautiful or not. You don't interfere with his goddamn work, "Oh, he is ours for the night. So, you better get comfortable. How does a communal bathroom sound?"

Stella sat upright abruptly, voice dripping with disgust, "What? I'm supposed to share a bathroom?"

"Elaine."

The assistant thought she distinctly heard Jared using her name, which would be the very first time he's used it since having employed her.

Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, realizing that he had, "Sir?"

"See to it that Stella gets back to the hotel in one piece."

Elaine stood in front of him and folded her hands together neatly, "Of course…"

"You don't want me to stay?" Stella moved her arm around his stomach and leaned in, her lips practically touching the skin along the line of his jaw. "I'll try to be quiet."

The operative word being, 'try'.

"You're distracting me." More like giving him a fucking headache on top of the many other ailments he was currently suffering. "I can't both perform and keep an eye on you."

"It's too early for me to just wait around in a hotel room by myself. Let me take one of your drivers out into the city." Stella turned towards him with a tight smile, as she held out her hand expectantly. "I'll need money in case I want to buy something, mementos and such."

Jared nodded at his assistant, as though saying, 'go ahead'. Elaine wordlessly took out her wallet and handed over one of the actor's credit cards. He made his assistant hang onto everything important, slowly adding onto the mountain of responsibilities issued recently. He'd lost plenty of shit whilst being spontaneous.

The girl walked Stella out to where the black jeep sedans were parked and gave instructions to the driver. Both women didn't bother exchanging words to one another. The earlier cattiness had sufficed for the evening. What a shame that Jared wasn't going to take Stella back to the hotel room and 'fuck' her, like adults do – like the bitch had made a point of saying.

The phone in Elaine's pocket vibrated. Gee was calling her. She held a hand to her hip and stood there for a moment, before answering, "Hey."

"Well, hi, there. I'm glad to know you're alive after that plane you left on."

"I'm sorry. It's uh, it's been a little nuts here."

"Your mom keeps posting old photos up on her Facebook page. I didn't know you were into the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Laney. We could have both crushed on the red turtle."

"Who the hell wasn't?"

"Crushing on the red turtle or watching the show?"

The assistant shook her head, "Gee, I have to go. Jared's health is being compromised by air."

"Give me a buzz when you have the time, then."

"Will do," Elaine said, practically wincing at the way it had come off. It felt a little icy as far as conversations normally went between the two friends.

The assistant returned, taking a seat next to Jared. Now that Stella was gone, she was able to breathe comfortably.

Elaine took his hand, "You're shaking."

"It's because you're next to me."

She rolled her eyes, "Oh, please."

"I think I'm winking at you, but I'm not quite sure."

"Usually you're in character while you're dressed up as a murdering psychopath." She leaned back a bit, "But it seems like you're flirting with me instead."

He slipped his hand from her fingers and drew her closely by the side of her neck. Blue eyes narrowed darkly, as his smeared lips curled up into a smirk. "I don't flirt with the women I like, not usually, at least."

She gazed at his mouth for a long moment, wondering if stealing a kiss would be too dangerous. It was ridiculous, having such a strict moral compass.

"Should I be concerned, then? What do you do if not flirt?"

"My version of romantic expression surpasses cliché promises, Elaine."

She laughed, "Why are you using my name suddenly?"

"Because I want you to believe in everything that I say."

"You're asking me to trust you by conditioning, then?"

He nodded slowly, possessing her the more he leaned in closer. That kiss was hers if she wanted it. There was no way that he'd deny her such a thing. He'd made it abundantly clear during her tumble outside. She probably looked like a fool, being seduced by a man who was just with another woman.

David sauntered his way over towards them after taking another look at the footage. "This is pure gold, Leto. The first take would have done nicely, but I appreciate that third jump. Get out of here and get warmed up. Two hours. You hear me. Then I want your ass back in makeup."

The assistant brought him back to what was still considered his trailer. She'd convinced him to use the shower, since his makeup would be reapplied anyway. Her clothing was generally oversized, so anything would fit him nicely. She pulled out a pair of pajama bottoms and one of her hooded sweatshirts.

He glared at her, "Don't jip me. I want the pony shirt. I've seen you wearing it and I've been meaning to steal it from you."

"Premeditated and all." She shook her head at him and teased, "And yet you want my trust?"

She handed him the shirt and leaned against the wall behind her. The space between them was narrow to begin with. The actor stopped in front of her, staring at her curiously, "Who taught you how to take care of someone?"

She'd asked him that very same question at the bar during their time stranded. She whispered, unable to properly find her voice at his closeness, "I don't know. I want it to be some generic answer, like, instinct, or my mother. That would make this question easier to answer, but truthfully, my parents weren't around during my sickest days. They were too busy trying to stay separated. I can tell you one thing though." Her eyes burned into his, then, "Whether I made it up or not, I was never alone. There was someone there with me. I think I must've learned it from that person."

The muscles in his jaw tensed, unsure if he was jealous or envious. The two mingled well enough together.

She could see his arms were covered with chills. "You're still cold?"

He dismissed the question with his own, "Does your leg still hurt?"

"Oh, from that little trip I took?" She moved away from the wall, trying to separate them. He followed her footsteps, as she backed away. "It's better now. Take your shower."

"You seem nervous. Why is that?"

"A guy without eyebrows will do that to you."

"Joking, deflecting…same thing. Want to tell me why you're moving away from me?"

She shook her head at him, unable to find her voice. The actor tilted his head in amusement, stormy eyes darkening at the mirrored lust he could so clearly see on her face. She was always an inch away from being within his reach. Once he had her, he knew that it would be damn near impossible to let her go. He'd been forced to fight it before and she was certainly testing his limits now.

He gently pushed her onto the bed and lowered himself to his knees on the rug beneath it. He placed his hand at the back of her legs and scooted her closer towards the edge of the mattress.

"My leg is fine," She argued, feeling her stomach burn at its center. There was a small cut just below her knee that she hadn't noticed, until she felt his fingers run over it. "Not sanitary, sir."

He parted his lips against it for the emphasis, the wet heat of his tongue darting over the scratch. She gasped in surprise, trying to squirm away from his hold. The more she fought, the deeper his nails dug into her soft skin.

She sat up to watch, met with pale skin, and dark makeup. He was in his maroon shirt and holster. It was left half-buttoned, revealing the top of his toned chest and the beginning of his abdomen. As ridiculous as she'd always found Fabio or even the sometimes risky Detective Lance from the show Arrow, this was something else.

And fuck if his personality didn't have a hand in how attractive he was to her. That too, as disgusting as she tried to convince herself that it was, was in fact – not the worst.

The tingling sensation in her leg followed the deliberate trail of his mouth, when he latched onto a spot on her inner thigh. His teeth drew the skin out, before he sucked down against it. He wanted her reaction, more than anything else. He yanked at the bottom of her jean shorts, pulling the one side up roughly to reveal more skin, as he rolled his tongue in hard circles.

She held in a breath, feeling her entire body tremble. Her moral compass was out the damned window, getting faulty readings from the Bermuda triangle.

"P-Please…"

"You don't have to beg. I fully intend on giving you what you want…" He licked his lips, as he trailed the zipper of her shorts down. It was loud in the quiet room. He pulled the material from off her legs and tossed it someplace over his shoulder.

"I want you screaming," He breathed out, voice low and deep. She tensed visibly when he pressed his nose against her, filling his lungs audibly with each sharp inhale. After an entire day of running errands, knowing full well that she had been a sweaty, anxious mess at least twice left her utterly mortified by the lewd action.

She felt his tongue before she should protest, tracing over her in an acute line through the fabric of her panties. It wasn't long before it was soaked through from both his saliva and her arousal. He sucked at it greedily, darting the tip of his tongue into her. The barrier lessened the friction, only making her hot from the anticipation.

"A-Ah..." She gasped, lowering herself against the sheets, and closing her eyes tightly. It was embarrassing, but she didn't have the nerve to stop him. Her legs twitched, muscles jumped, and clenched pleasantly in response to his near expert advances.

"Louder," He commanded, as he pulled her panties to one side, and closed his mouth down on her tightly. The actor's ministrations were rhythmic and torturous, like he was practiced and knowing. It was intimidating.

He drew slow circles over her clit with his thumb, as he thrust his tongue into her. She squirmed, attempting to move against him – needing more. Several times familiar waves of pleasure had built up, threatening to crash down on her, but he didn't allow it. Her skin was burning, like all the heat in the room gravitated towards her, blanketing her skin in a thin sheen of sweat.

It was as though she were suffering, when she groaned out, "Where's the predator? Or was that just a performance…"

The actor practically sneered in response, as he calmly peeled her panties down her legs, and stood up. She watched him shamelessly, as he unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, exposing more of his pale skin to her. She had plenty of opportunities to admire Jared's body and on countless occasions, she absolutely did – completely.

She followed him, trailing her shirt up over her head. He removed the holster and shrugged out of the button up. His slacks were unzipped and moved to the heap on the floor. The straps of her bra lowered, as she undid the back, and dropped it next to her. His eyes drank her in, scrutinizing her every detail without a hint of remorse.

He narrowed his eyes at her seriously, "You shouldn't taunt me like this…"

"I don't know what you mean, sir."

The mattress lowered beneath his weight, as he pressed his knee down onto the bed, and crawled over her body, until he was hovering above her. He stared down at her parted lips, tempted to devour them, "Oh, no? You never taunted me, not even once?" He drew her thigh against his hip, not allowing an inch of space to exist between them. She could feel his hardened length against her, deliciously thick, and pulsing.

"I'm not going to scream for you," she warned, finding the threat that she possibly could exhilarating.

"We'll see."

He tilted her chin up between his fingers, running his thumb over her bottom lip, before claiming it between his teeth. She moaned against him, arms wounding around his neck. The cold from his damp skin caused chills to wrack throughout her body. His tongue was hot in comparison, as it delved inside her mouth for a taste.

His lips brushed over hers, as he spoke, "Taunting me and then shoving me away, that's your idea of foreplay, isn't it? You only love if you're forced to…" He pressed himself at her opening and felt her grow still. Their eyes met, heady and lustful, his voice resonating, "You're turned on by the coercion of it. You've never willingly gave yourself to anyone before, have you?"

It was like the truth had finally been articulated. She hadn't even realized it, until the words left his mouth. She'd always assumed she had just been in one bad relationship after another. Maybe she had even been shallow, looking for the perfect guy. She never volunteered to give her love. If someone liked her, then they would have to do all the work, otherwise she was running away from it.

He pushed into her body slowly, forcing past its tight resistance. Her back arched, her small knuckles turning white in the sheets, as she held onto them. Every inch earned him another gasp or sigh of painful pleasure. She felt stretched beyond her limits and so incredibly full, when he drew his hips back, and thrust forward into her warmth.

Her head tilted back, straining against him. He brought his mouth to her exposed neck, circling his tongue over her skin. He had every intention of leaving a mark, sucking roughly in several areas. It took every bit of his restraint not to continue slamming into her, allowing her time to adjust to him.

He dragged his mouth from her neck to her lips, muffling the sounds of her discomfort when he began moving. Her hands ran across his shoulders and down his back, nails biting into his skin. She was receptive to every little thing, encouraging him to go deeper, harder. His thick length pushed and pulled at the tight, pink flesh. The wet sounds of each intrusion caused her skin to flush visibly, despite being intimately entwined already.

"You're perfect…" Not the dirty words he wanted to scar her with – no, he'd keep them at the back of his mind for now. The truth could only form whenever he murmured to her, things that were unlike him, compliments, words he couldn't properly justify or explain.

He thumbed over a breast, before cupping her roughly into his palm. Her body arched against him, meeting him for every thrust. The hum at the back of her throat reverberated into his mouth, as he kissed her between breaths. He caught her arms and pinned them beside her head, using them as leverage as he started pounding into her. Their kiss broke as she cried out, this time in pleasure.

He would break her, piece by piece. It was never a question if he wanted, but more like he needed to, if he hadn't already. Watching her come undone beneath him was erotic. He leaned far into her, bringing her legs with him, so he could drive in deeper. He dropped his mouth to her shoulder, cursing low as he shuddered. He could tell she was close then, as he sped up the pace.

She had nearly fulfilled his wish, on the brink of a scream when she felt herself let go without the aid of a quickening hand. Her body quaked, pulsating around him in tight, rippling waves. His name rolled off her tongue, hands wound tightly in his hair. She felt high and sated, more sensual, and free about it.

She still felt incredibly turned on.

The closer he was to release, the more frequent and louder he became, the pleasured noises hitting her at her core. He came soon after, following her over the edge. They laid content for awhile, neither of them willing to move or break the spell.

The actor was used to being impersonal and insensitive. He was never cruel to women, but he wasn't the type to linger either.

The air felt cool in the room, as it swept over their damp skin. He shivered once, before deciding that it was time to pull away from her. It wasn't an easy thing to do, as he found himself kissing wherever he could reach. Her eyes – nose – shoulder. He pulled the comforter over them and brought her closer.

"How much time do we have left?"

He closed his eyes, "Not enough."

"Shower?"

"Has me now thinking of round two."

She smiled, not having to argue with that…

"Give me your mouth."

She leaned up and kissed him slowly, tracing his bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. He sighed against her, turning so that she was pressed into the mattress. She was slick and wet, as he curved two fingers into her. She brought her thighs over his hips, gaining him access, and a view. He replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock, already hard again. He watched as he disappeared into her, inch by inch.

He wasn't sure he could stop and if so – how?

Two hours.

He refused to close his eyes anymore.


TBC