Disclaimer : I don't own Reign or any characters or people associated with the show. I make all this up from my own head and don't make a dime off these ideas.

AN: Y'all are so lovely here's another update.

Aside from very short conversations about similar areas of interest in between takes, neither Megan nor Alan had taken time to talk about what had happened between them. It seemed a silent understanding between the two had come into play. While at work they had both been seamless professionals, and no one would have ever suspected that days earlier they had been making out on a sidewalk at the airport. But now it was Wednesday evening and Megan hadn't heard anything more about their…date? Is that what they were having? Or were they going out as friends? Friends who were going to drink and dance, and kiss after?

Her head was hurting and she attributed it from all the back and forth thoughts running through her mind. She still didn't know what had made her decide running up to him at the airport would be such a great idea. It had seemed perfect at the time; even if it was a bit cliché, but now she worried he might be thinking of her as an easy woman. Hell, she wasn't easy in any sense of the word. At least that's what Stewart had always said, but he had never wanted to take time when they were intimate, and sometimes a woman needed a bit more…everything. The distance between them outside of their bedroom was another way she had never been 'easy' enough for Stewart. She had wanted to branch out in her career, but with her exe's jealousy issues that had made that virtually impossible. If he wasn't able to be with her on a project, he would blow a gasket and accuse her of cheating with whoever he thought would suit her needs. Looking back she should have dropped him a lot sooner than she did, but she had become comfortable with their arrangement. She had thought they were happy for the most part. She had tried to be everything he needed her to be, and it still hadn't been enough. What if she simply wasn't enough for any man? She had questioned herself many times since her divorce.

Megan's thought pattern was broken by a piercing sound. Caitlin's giggle permeated before she was even to the corner of the hallway and she could just make out Alan's voice as well. She knew she shouldn't but she couldn't help stopping to listen. When had she become so nosy?

"Caitlin, I don't have time for this. I also don't think we need to rehearse that scene."

Which scene were they discussing and why would he be unwilling to help a young actor with her part? Did he think he was too good to practice some lines? She hoped he wasn't one of those actors, he didn't seem to be.

"I need to get a feel of it, Alan. I haven't been a virgin in a long time. Maybe I have forgotten how they act? Please? I just want a private rehearsal with you. I adore all of your work, and could use the direction. How do you think King Henry likes his mistresses to be?"

"Caitlin, that is enough of-"

Figuring now might be a good time to interrupt before a more awkward situation was created, Megan started around the corner, clad in her Queenly garments and acting like she had stumbled upon them on the way to wardrobe. There wasn't any need for them to know she had heard their conversation. Megan couldn't help disliking the way that Caitlin was pressing herself into Alan's chest.

When Megan walked in, Alan forgot what he had been saying. He hoped to god she didn't think this scene was what it probably looked like. Caitlin had kept stepping toward him until his back was against the wall, and he had been about to step away…but what did Megan think she was seeing? Did she believe that they were cavorting in the hallway? Caitlin's hands were on his chest and his hands were on her wrists so that he could place some much needed distance between the two of them.

"Oh, Alan, there you are. I had been hoping to speak to you, but if you are too busy now then-"

"No! We are done here, aren't we, Caitlin?"

Glancing between Alan and Megan, the younger woman scoffed as she stepped back from him without another word. Pulling her phone from her jeans, Caitlin didn't even acknowledge Megan as she walked by except for a sneer that she didn't think Megan would see. Megan did, however, and gave Alan a blank stare. Who did she even think she was?

When he was sure she had gotten far enough away Alan decided he needed to give some type of explanation.

"It wasn't what it looked like. She was-"

Alan stopped talking when Megan's hand went up to silence him.

"She was asking for direction for her part as your lover, am I right?"

Alan nodded sheepishly as he stepped away from the wall.

"It happens. You can't expect it not to being…well, you."

Why was she blushing now? And when had he stepped so close? Megan's head was spinning as she smelled his cologne. It reminded her of their kiss at the airport. She absentmindedly licked her lips as she looked up into his eyes.

"I really am sorry, Megan."

He was worried what she was thinking.

"There's nothing to apologize for. These things…happen a lot more than you would know."

There was a quiet understanding between them in that moment, and he wondered how many men had wanted private rehearsals with her over the years? More than he wanted to think about he was sure.

"They won't happen to you as long as I'm around."

It was bold of him to make such a statement. Megan's forehead crinkled at the protectiveness in his voice and stance. He wanted to protect her from other men? Why? To keep her for himself? She needed to break this tense stare he was currently looking at her with. Those eyes of his were too damn deep, and she didn't want to see what lay within his mind.

"Do you always like to play the hero bit? I thought you wanted more villainous parts."

Her hand was resting above his heart now, gently stroking his chest through his dark grey t-shirt, and he wondered if it was purposely done. A sneaky grin had turned his lips up, and crinkled the edges of his eyes. She had been checking him out?

"Miss Follows, have you been googling me?"

A sly smile touched her lips and she looked up at him under her lashes. She had wondered about him after the first time they had met, had wondered if he had a reputation with women that was untrustworthy, but he seemed to like keeping his private life private. She liked that.

"Maybe… Does that bother you? I promise I'm not some crazy fan girl, like you called yourself."

Alan could have groaned out loud as she bit her lip and brought back the memory of the taste of her. Tomorrow night seemed so far away now. His thumb slid across her chin, tugging lightly until she let go of herself with her teeth, and his thumb smoothed across her swollen softness.

"What a shame and here I thought I was bringing out the crazy in you like you do in me. Please don't get offended."

There was an intensity in both of their eyes now that hadn't been there before. There was a need, a deeply buried need to touch the other more completely. It took Megan a minute to answer. In truth, she had almost forgotten what they had even been talking about.

"I won't. I'm used to it. My name seems to bring out the crazy in men around me."

Oh if she only knew what she brought out in the men around her? How could one woman stir a man so deeply? His hands slid slowly down her back to her waist and his fingers joined together at the small of her back. He really wished he had permission to sweep them lower onto the swell of her ass so that he might give her a nice squeeze through her silk dress. The torture of being so close yet so far away was palpitating.

"Mmm…I seriously doubt it's only your name that makes men crazy."

Megan could do nothing but stare wide eyed up at him. What exactly was he implying? He had to be joking. She was in her early forties. She wasn't young and desirable, and she certainly hadn't put herself out there as a sex symbol. She let her eyes drop to his chest, suddenly very interested in what kind of fabric it was made of. Being this close to him suddenly felt stifling to her and she was having trouble remembering how to breathe correctly.

"So, I haven't had a chance to speak to you alone until now, but do you think you'll be rested enough by tomorrow night to go to that pub? I'll need a drink after that scene with Caitlin tomorrow."

When Megan didn't answer, and seemed to be avoiding his gaze, he thought a change of subject would be best. He hadn't meant to make her completely uncomfortable, but he really hadn't thought before speaking. Besides she had to know what she did to the men around her. She couldn't be sexy on accident.

"I think we'll both need a drink by tomorrow night. It's been a long week."

Her hand absentmindedly brushed across the part of his chest that was peaking at her above his shirt, suddenly wanting to feel the firmness of his skin beneath her fingers.

"Increasingly long."

Megan looked up at the strain in Alan's voice. He seemed to be visibly fighting himself on something. Could she really have that kind of an effect by barely touching him, or was he just in…need? Oh my, this was an interesting conversation.

"It feels longer by the second."

Megan's voice was breathy and low to Alan's ears and he had to fight the urge to bring her lips closer to his for another taste. They were at work, and it wouldn't seem appropriate. He also didn't want rumors to start. She didn't need to have that worry on her shoulders. Releasing his arms from her, he felt sure he saw disappointment in her eyes. He stepped back half a step to give them both some distance from the other.

"So what time do you think you'll be done shooting? We could go back to the motel and freshen up and then go out. You have to drive past there to get to the pub so it won't be out of the way."

Megan ran her hands along her own now empty arms, missing the closeness of before and quite confused. Why hadn't he kissed her? She had seen in his eyes that he wanted to, and she wouldn't have stopped him if he had tried. Hell she had been wanting him to.

"That sounds fine, but won't you be done before me? I have all this to get out of."

She motioned to her outfit even as she stepped out of her heels. Her feet were aching. When she looked back up Alan seemed even larger than before. He was just too damn tall. She loved that about him.

"I'll need the time to calm down. I'm sure I'll be unsuitable for company for a while. I can appreciate that Henry has needs, but he's insane."

His words of Henry's character were perplexing. What did he mean?

"In what way?"

Giving Megan a long look as he took another step back, Alan gesticulated across her, never settling over any particular area too long.

"If the real Catherine had looked anything like you, and I were the real Henry, there wouldn't be any need for skinny, clingy mistresses. Not to mention who would want to incur her wrath? The man never realized what he had if most accounts of their marriage is true. She gave him ten children. She obviously loved him."

So he liked the way she looked? She could live with that, although she had a hard time believing it. Didn't most men like women taller than she was? Skinnier than her?

"Yes I would say she did very much."

A blush had risen to Megan's cheeks, precisely his intention if he were being truthful. He really wanted to know how far that blush reached on her person.

"He should have cherished her. After his death, she proved herself a force to be reckoned with politically, and yet he never appreciated her abilities for more than breeding purposes. There is more to women than what they can provide pleasure wise…although we men do enjoy that part."

His last words were a tease to see if she would react which she did. Her finger was now twirling in a curl of the wig she was wearing as she attempted to avoid eye contact.

"Yes…yes there is."

The moment between them was broken when they heard someone coming. Giving her a wink and a nod, Alan let her pass and watched her walk away before stepping outside for some much needed air. How did she always twist him into knots? She made him want her without even trying. Tomorrow night would be extremely interesting. How far could his will power go?

Fleeing for the costume room, Megan tried to calm herself down. How did the thought of him giving her pleasure make her want to have him show her…if he could. She wondered if he would be the type to rush through the act. She was used to that with Stewart, but maybe Alan would be different? Why was she even thinking about this? Sitting down in the chair to have her wig removed, she tried not to think about him touching her everywhere and how nice it might feel after all this time. He had spoken of Henry cherishing Catherine. Would he cherish her that same way?