As the warmth of the rising sun hit her exposed skin Karen couldn't help the smile that played on her lips as she remembered the late evening and early morning events. Glancing at the man sleeping next to her the even rising and falling of his toned chest gave her chills as she remembered the gentle way he had asked if she was sure this was what she wanted. He had assured her he would wait and didn't want their first time to be the sole result of drinking. The simple gesture served only to solidify her decision and she had answered him by pulling him towards her for searing kiss.
Laying naked now in his bed she still remembered the heat on her skin from his kisses as he used them to claim and mark his way down her body; taking time to make certain he left no area neglected. She knew there would likely be some marks but also knew he had been causation to place them where only they would see. Grazing down her body with her finger tips she traced his path and softly moaned when she recalled the heights his lips, tongue and fingers had taken her too when he worked her core. When he entered her, his thickness and length had filled her so completely it felt right, as if their bodies were meant to melt into one. Lost in memory she hadn't noticed the man in her thoughts had woken.
Derek could feel the sun's rays beginning to hit his face but still seeing hints of oranges and greys filling the sky, knew it had to be early. A soft moan had stirred him from sleep and believing the woman next to him was dreaming he carefully rolled over to face her not wanting to wake her. To his surprise, however, when she came into view the moan he had heard was not from a dream. The stunning brunette covered only by a thin sheet that covered her core was clearly awake but lost in thought. Watching her, Derek could see her lips betrayed a shy smile and her fingertips were grazing over her skin just above the area of her body Derek knew he could lose himself in forever.
Reaching out and taking her hand in his, he skillfully and gently guided both under the thin sheets. The pink blush of her cheeks letting him know she hadn't intended being caught in memory but the lust in her eyes giving him permission to continue. He began their ministrations with simple grazing which illicit in hums of approval. Gradually he placed more pressure which in turn resulted in moans. The exoticness of helping Karen pleasure herself setting off his own arousal, his member now rock hard. Their senses overloading from the stimulation they moved closer so their lips could touch and tongues fight for dominance. Needing, wanting more Derek rose so that his body now hovered hers. His moves were calculated and performed in ways that assured the brunette be at the brink of climax when he entered. Her soft hands working magic as they stoked his manhood. Groans, moans and cries of each other's names filled the air as he entered and filled her completely. So worked up it wasn't long when Derek felt the clutches of Karen's orgasm and two thrust more felt his own release.
"Wow," was all she could say "I've never felt…" her words cut off by one last kiss before the director moved to lay beside her. He didn't need words to understand what she meant. He had been with other women and had had, his share of amazing sex but amazing didn't even begin to describe this experience. Somewhere in the mist of exploring each other's body it was as if they became one. He could feel her emotions and she could feel his with every movement and he knew that each of their touches and kisses sent a surge of energy and heat to their very soul. It was intense and it was meaningful.
"Good morning, Love" he teased realizing for the first time words hadn't been spoken before now.
Laughing she replied "Good morning handsome." Her words never truer as his hair stuck up in the most sensual way and his chiseled jaw displayed the beginnings of a beard, his normal 5 o'clock shadow now much fuller. The lazy grin on his face finishing the perfect picture. "Care to join me for a shower? I promised I'd met Ana for breakfast since you said you had a meeting this morning."
"Lead the way," he said rising from bed, his full glory on display. Walking around to meet him half way, Karen took his hand leading him to their destination.
"What are you doing up?" Ana asked a still groggy Sam.
"I'm meeting Ivy for breakfast remember," he replied. "I have a feeling she contacted me to pump for information."
"So, Derek said we could start telling people with the exception of revealing Karen as Amanda."
"I know, it just too early in the morning to get interrogated. I wish I hadn't been so buzzed last night and offered instead to meet for lunch after Monday." He laughed.
"Last night was unforgettable though and battered face or not our resident couple I have no doubt got it going on when they got home." Anna grinned. "When did our little girl grow up?" she teased.
"I don't know but that was way too much tmi." Sam shot back before giving a wave goodbye. "See you later," he said and "wake Kyle by the way, will you. He is supposed to meet with Derek and Julia this morning." With a nod yes Ana made her way back to the guestroom where the writer was sleeping. Not wanting to send him drunk, they had ordered him to stay.
"Are you sure his coming?" Tom asked.
"Yes, we are 20 minutes early" Ivy reasoned. "I didn't tell him I was bringing anyone so can you not interrogate him as soon as he sits down," she pleaded. Seeing the door open the blonde smiled when she saw her friend walk through. "Sam, she called out." Standing from her seat she greeted her old friend with a hug.
"Hey girl," Sam replied noticing as he got closer to the table Ivy was not alone. Exchanging an embrace, he looked to the older man sitting at the table.
"Sam, this is my friend Tom Levitt," Ivy introduced. "I hope you don't mind him joining us, we are going shopping after this."
"Not at all, hi I'm Sam Strickland; nice to meet you," he said extending his hand to the composer. Taking a seat next to Ivy Sam initiated the conversation. "So how are you doing Ivy, it's been awhile."
"It's been too long, I've missed you. When did you get back to New York?"
"I missed you too;" Sam answered, which was true. He might not always agree with Ivy's tendencies for drama but he did respect her talent and desire to make it. "I got back in New York two weeks ago but I have been swamped. I was asked to choreograph Selena Gomez's new video; it will be released in the next week or so."
"Wow," Ivy said genuinely impressed. "How did that happen? I thought you left New York to tour with some company." Tom listened intently hoping to pick up on any hint of information.
"Not a company, I left on tour with my two best girls Karen Cartwright and Ana Vargas. Ana and I choreographed Karen's stage show. Word got around that it was good so my agent got a call asking if I was interested in doing the video. I already knew Selena through Karen so it was a no brainer."
"So your friends with Karen Cartwright?" Tom asked.
"Yeah, I've known her for four years now. She is Ana's roommate that's how we met and Ana and I were in our first Broadway ensemble together. Why?" Though he knew the reason for Tom's question he wanted the composer to come out and say it.
"I'm sure you know my background with her," he answered.
"I do; but, I'm not here to talk about Karen I came to meet and catch up with Ivy so I'm cool if you are." Not wanting Tom to get Sam upset before Ivy could get more information she was glad when the waitress came to the table to take their orders.
Once the young woman left Ivy asked "Are you in New York to stay now and are you going to work on Broadway again?"
"Karen doesn't tour again until next year so yeah, I'm in New York for a while. As for Broadway, at first I wasn't sure but a great opportunity came up and I accepted." The young actor knew this information was going to bring an on slot of questions.
"Really, what opportunity?" the actress inquired. "I was going to be Marilyn but that's not happening any more so I'm looking for work."
"I'll be working on 'Hit List' you should try out, I know auditions are Monday morning and workshop starts that afternoon."
"My friends were telling me about it last night but I'm not sure. My agent seems to think I shouldn't consider anything but a lead role," Ivy stated hoping he would reveal something.
"I guess I can see his point but I love the show and personally I think it's something worth being a part of. Your agent is right though; the auditions are for the ensemble."
"What's your role with the show then?" Tom questioned.
"Until things are finalized on Monday, right now I'm helping out with choreography."
"Meaning you have a lead role?" The composer added.
Sam waited for the food to be served before answering. Laughing he replied "take my answer however you want to. I have a feeling regardless of what I say you'll have an opinion."
"There's no need to get defensive," Tom stated. "I just don't get why all the secrecy if you're Ivy's friend."
"Funny, because I don't recall Ivy asking me anything about the show so far? Is there something you want know Ivy?" The actor looked to his friend.
"I'm sorry about Tom," Ivy said. "I really did ask to meet so we could catch up but I'd be lying if said I wasn't curious when I saw your pictures last night mentioned Hit List." She informed. "The website doesn't give any information and after what I went through with Bombshell, I don't want to start work on something only to have it fail. Plus, I was curious how strong of a dancer do I have to be." Looking at his friend he could see the sincerity of her words. He also knew that so long as Tom Levitt was around there were still ulterior motives.
"I can tell you this show isn't going to fail. Funding is secure and there is enough buzz on social media that there would be an outcry if it didn't get to Broadway." Sam answered. "In terms of dancing, there is more dancing for the ensemble in this show than there is singing and they will be hard routines. The way I see it, unless you have something else lined up, it can't hurt to audition."
"Who makes up the creative team?" Tom asked. "Or are you not able to say."
"At this point with workshop starting Monday, I'm able to say. Will I, it depends why you want to know. From Ivy's perspective I could see why she would want to know who the director and choreographer are but anything more, I don't see the need. I've assured her funding is secure."
In waiting to see what more might be said, Ivy and Sam's phones both beeped alerting them of a message. Unlocking his screen, he couldn't help but chuckle when the alert was a tweet announcing Hit List's creative team and leads. When he looked up he saw Ivy showing her phone to Tom, his face now red with anger.