DISCLAIMER: These characters and the setting of the movie filming is purely fictional. Any resemblance to any actual person living or dead is purely coincidental. I claim no knowledge of the casting, scene selection, or overall creative aims of the movie version of Fifty Shades of Grey, whenever they actually make it. I don't own the characters or the scenes and dialogue from Fifty Shades of Grey. This story contains explicit sexual content and violence.
They film me as I stand too close to Julia, watching her as she reads the pages of legal agreements defining the sexual relationship of our characters.
It is a quiet scene.
It will be cut together with images from large-print versions of the documents, zooming in on passages made interesting by words referencing exotic sex toys. On the repetitive use of the word Dominant and Submissive, in letters plain enough to pass for Times New Roman. They aren't. They were hand-chosen by a production team that probably burned through several grand of billable hours to find a font that was just the right amount of authoritarian and professional.
It's the typeface psych eval of my character. I wonder if she likes it. I wonder if I mean Ana or Julia.
Julia might as well be reading her movie contract, the one she signed allowing me to strip her and beat her in front of strangers. She's already signed but I feel like she hasn't, that I'm still begging for her to tell me it is okay to do that to her. When it so obviously isn't.
I watch, quietly absorbed in the play of emotions across her face. Shock, confusion, intrigue, arousal. Disappointment that she cares about a man who could want these things, could want to cause her pain.
Her eyes flicker to mine once, with compassion so intimate that I glance away automatically before I realize that it is the right reaction. For Christian, not for me.
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