That Summer

Disclaimer: This is obviously 100% fiction; a product of my over active imagination. This is my first real person fan fiction and reviews are greatly appreciated. They'll motivate me to continue.

This chapter is a bit shorter than the last, but I hope you'll approve.

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CHAPTER 2

Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
~Russel Baker

Victoria found the following morning to be uneventful. She'd been on the set for an hour and still hadn't seen him. She didn't dare ask. She didn't want to be that girl. But she was disappointed. Maybe he wasn't filming today. Lunch time had sort of come and gone, without a word from anyone.

Around 1:45, while she was in the middle of eating there was a knock on the screen door of the trailer. She called for whoever it was to come in. Alan entered bowing his head a bit as he did. He was obviously already dressed for work, his hair had been styled. He was wearing sunglasses. That was what she noticed first. They were quite stylish, something she could appreciate.

She couldn't help but grin as he entered. She was sitting in her styling chair, pealing an orange.

He sat opposite her on the small sofa. "I apologize for missing our lunch date. Plans changed and I..." She held up her hand. "It's fine. Don't worry about it."

He grinned. "I won't. But I still apologize if you waited for me, I would have rang you but I didn't have your number."

She smiled at the thought of him asking for her phone number. "And you do now?" He grinned widely, eyes nearly disappearing. "Well, yes. I had asked Kelli for it a moment ago. Being that she's naturally inquisitive," at this they exchanged a smile, "She asked me why I needed it and then informed me you were here."

Victoria smiled and flushed a bit. She couldn't help it. She then flushed more, realizing he must think she's the biggest dork he'd ever seen. She set down the napkin she'd had in her lap on the counter and turned back to him, offering him a piece of orange. He took it and and said thank you. The butterflies in her stomach were fluttering happily as she tried to think of a way to share an orange with someone and not find it sexual. It's simply impossible to watch a man you find attractive with juice dripping from his lips and not find him utterly desirable. She almost shivered, but masked it by crossing her legs nervously.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her cell phone ringing noisily. Alan was acting as though he was very interested in the orange as she grabbed her phone and answered it. He only heard her side of the conversation but it wasn't hard to gage the nature of the call.

"Oh no, what happened?" She was facing away from him, standing now, one hand on the phone and the other on her throat. He could see her back beginning to shake. She was crying.

She looked up a minute at Alan, he stood and made to leave, thinking that's what she wanted him to do. She shook her head, motioning for him to sit and instead closing the trailer door.

"Well, is there anything I can do? Should I come up for a few days and be with Aunt Beth?" He could tell she was trying to calm herself, breathing deeply and angrily wiping away her tears, nodding to the phone.

"Ok. Just send my love and call me if there is any new news. Right. I love you too. Bye."

Victoria closed the phone and set it on the counter behind her, putting both hands over her face and breathing deeply for a few seconds. Then she remembered she had a perfectly innocent, attractive man held captive in the room. She looked up and the worried, unsure expression on his face made her give a half grin.

"I'm sorry, I still wanted to talk to you, I just didn't want everyone to hear my business."

He nodded, understandingly, but said nothing.

"My uncle had an accident while out flying one of his planes... Not a full size plane, mind. It's like a model, only the wing span is about 6 feet in length and it has a real engine and is made out of metal and fiberglass."

Taking another breath she continued, completely comfortable sharing her personal business with the man on the couch. "I guess his friend lost control of his plane and it hit my uncle in the face." Silently a couple of tears dropped and she continued to explain. "The propeller is metal and it gashed his face, neck, and scalp. But according to the doctors, he's doing all right. It's not life threatening or anything. He'll need surgery though."

She sniffed and laughed nervously. "I'm sorry. For crying, I mean." She grabbed a napkin from behind her and wiped her eyes. "I cry at everything."

Alan smiled, bemused, and stood up before her. She smiled back, with red, wet eyes and leaned forward. His arms encircled her and she laughed at the silliness of the situation. Here she was, in her trailer on a movie set with a very attractive British actor and what was she doing? Being comforted.

They stayed there like that, in the trailer, for another ten minutes. Just standing, embracing one another in silence. His phone had rang once, but he pulled it out and turned it off, so as not to be disturbed.

After awhile, she was sure his back had to be aching from holding onto her like that, and didn't want to keep him from anything. She was no longer pink in the face and her eyes were dry. But she still couldn't look at him.

"Alan, I'm really sorry. I... thank you." He gave her a thoughtful look. "You don't have to apologize to me."

"I know I don't have to. But it's highly unprofessional and I just made this.. situation very awkward."

He smirked a little. "Situation?" She sniffed and tried not to grin. "You know.. ah, the work situation." He laughed at that and took one of her hands between his, "It was beyond your control. Now... would you like to go home for the day? If it's an issue of keeping the job I could speak to someone for you.."

'He's so thoughtful,' she mused. 'Definitely too good to be true.' "No. I'm fine. If I go home I'm just going to drive myself crazy. If I'm here I have distraction. And you're here."

He grinned at that. "Too right." Alan stood back, stretching and checking his phone, which read, '7 new messages.'

"Would you like some tea? I have some in my trailer. I could bring it here or you could come there." Victoria took one last deep breath.. cleansing herself. "Whatever is easiest for you."

Alan held out a hand to her, "Well come on then."

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After slipping on her dark glasses, they made the quick trip to Alan's trailer which was, decidedly, much nicer than hers. Of course. He motioned for her to sit down on the curved sofa. She smiled and took a seat.

Alan began fumbling with a kettle, opening the cupboard and retrieving the tea and two mugs. "It'll just be a minute."

"Oh, no rush," she said, looking around. "Your trailer is nice." 'Christ, that was a lame thing to say!'

He gave a chuckle. "It is." After setting the kettle on the back burner he sat down next to her, taking off his sun glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose before blinking rapidly. Victoria looked at him and frowned, a bit concerned. "Are you all right?" She'd leaned in to look at his face a bit closer.

When his eyes focused he noted the proximity of her. "Still adjusting to the time change, I suppose. Just a headache," he said, smiling, perhaps silently wishing she'd move just a little bit closer.

Victoria smiled and nodded, she hadn't really thought about that. She was too busy noticing his hair was still styled quite nicely and swept back, the side burns trimmed perfectly. His skin was lightly tanned. She wanted to touch it.

He grinned a bit wider and she realized she must have been staring. She looked down quickly as she felt her cheeks burn and smiled stupidly. It was almost as if, for moment, time had stopped. All of the air had been sucked out of the room. His face moved closer, eyes still watching hers and she felt his hand clasp her chin. She looked up and met his eyes for just a moment before his lips brushed hers.

She lingered there for a moment before realizing what had happened, What was still happening, and responded by kissing him back with an unusual passion. Lips parted and tongues played. His tongue followed hers rubbing against it. She licked his bottom lip and sucked on it. Her body was reacting to the kiss in rapid succession, tingling and throbbing in response. When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathing heavily. Of their own accord her hands had found themselves behind his neck. His were on her wrapped around her middle.

She kept her eyes closed grinning, despite herself, and asked breathily, "What was that about?"

He let out a breath of air he didn't realize he'd been holding and huffed indignantly, "Are you saying I stole that kiss? I believe it was given freely."

She leaned in a kissed him softly again, murmuring against his lips, "rhetorical question," before kissing him again. This time he didn't hesitate to rub his hands up her back pulling her in closer. Victoria wasn't thinking about anything else right now, other than the man whose lap she was climbing onto.

He pulled her hips forward, locking hers with his as he moved his kisses down her neck to her collar bone. She could feel his length rubbing against her through their clothes. Her body felt like it was on fire. And reputation be damned, she was ready to take this man, right here and now. But before they went any further the kettle began to squeal.


Victoria grinned, completely flushed, eyes half-lidded, and groaned as she reluctantly rose and got off of him.

Alan, reluctantly let her change positions, so he could get up. Unfortunately, his current condition caused a bit of difficulty. He closed his eyes, catching his breath and willing his affliction away. Victoria, snorted and laughed, getting up and moving the kettle to another burner and turning the small stove off.

Alan grinned and said, "Thank you."

She smiled and sat next to him, "Not a problem."

After a short silence he spoke. "Have dinner with me."

It came out as more of a statement than a question.

She was still smiling and looked to the side as if to consider her answer. She didn't know what to think. At the moment all she could do was feel.... particularly distracting was the tingle she felt just underneath her skin and the way her lips felt swollen from his attentions.

Normally, the answer, regardless of the tingle, would have been no. He was an actor. He was an important person, in their line of work anyway. The age difference had to be pretty incredible, not that she particularly cared. And would he really want anything from her other than something sexual? Did she really care?

Her brain was too clouded to worry about any of that. She just wanted him to touch her again.

He could tell she was deep in thought and couldn't really imagine what she might be thinking. Was it his age? Was she already involved? She did have a child. It was perfectly reasonable for her to still be with that child's father, though she didn't wear any ring. Had he pushed himself upon her? No. Not with the way she'd responded. He felt confident that she'd wanted it just as much as he did.

She'd crossed her legs when she began, looking down at her hands, "I've got a child, you know."

He smiled, and turned to face her, his head resting against his fist as his elbow sat braced up on the back of the sofa. "Yes."

She smiled, not knowing how to continue. Alan spoke up, "He could come. I mean....." She laughed at that and visibly relaxed, kissing his cheek. "I'll get a sitter." He silently thanked goodness for that.

"You don't even know how old I am," she said, trying to find something she imagined would change his mind once he thought of it later.

He frowned a bit but asked, "Does it matter to you? Our differences?"

She shook her head 'no' and let him kiss her again. Even just a chaste kiss had her swooning. This man was quite addictive.

Suddenly reality came crashing back to her and she jumped up. "Oh god. Do you need to be on set? Are we holding anything up. Shit! I wasn't thinking." She went to the door and peered out, leaving a bemused looking Alan the now empty couch. Kelli was standing in front of their trailer, flirting with a tall man with light brown hair. Just then, Kelli caught Victoria's eye and waved.

Victoria ducked her head back in the trailer and cursed again. Then she felt he hair being moved aside and breath on the back of her neck, lips smiling against her skin. She sighed, unable to think much less worry. Then she both heard and felt him speak... "Do you always curse like this or is this something you reserve just for me?" His words felt like a purr against her throat.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" she replied, half kidding and half aroused. He laughed. "So, to answer your previous inquiries, no. I'm not needed on set for the rest of the day, nor will I be here tomorrow. They wrapped just before I popped in on you." Her eyes were closed and she was leaning back into him, "Oh," was all she managed to say.

After a deep breath she turned to face him and kissed him once more on the lips, but thought better of letting it go to far. If he didn't let go of her she was sure she'd end up jumping him right there in the trailer, and she certainly didn't want anyone knowing what they were doing. She didn't want to be the subject of anyone’s gossip. So she pushed back, reluctantly.

"I've got to go get my things and go home to get cleaned up. When should I be ready?"

He was ducking his head and looked up a bit grinning. "Would five-thirty be all right?"

She nodded and asked for a piece of paper and a pen. He retrieved both for her and she scribbled down directions. He took the paper and placed it in his breast pocket.

Giggling she said, "Bye." And turned to leave. He responded by waving good-bye from the door as she trotted off down the alley toward the make-up trailer.

And just like that, he was left. Alone. With the tea and his affliction.

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I'm not entirely happy with the way this chapter went. I rewrote it a few times... and this was the version I was happiest with. Let me know what you think, or any suggestions you have. I'm looking forward to the next chapter and hope to have it up in no more than 5 days!