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On Location
By : svecica
Category: Individual Celebrities > Scott Bakula
Views: 1952 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Scott Bakula. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
Sarah had just finished a day of tracking around a bit of jungle. She was wearing tight blue jeans with a rip up the left leg, and a fairly shredded gray shirt. It hung completely off her right shoulder, and there was enough stage makeup to imitate a mild mauling by a large cat on her shoulder and body. As she walked away from the set, Scott ran up to her, “Hey, you ready to go run some lines?” he asked.
“Sure. Just give me a bit. I need to go over to makeup and have this stuff removed, first.”
“Oh, that’s nothing. I can show you how to remove it, and you can wait till tomorrow to spend anymore time on set.” He smiled.
His trailer was considerably larger than hers. As she approached it, he opened the door for her. She walked into the living room with him right behind her. She’d spent plenty of time at his trailer, running lines or just hanging out and talking. So, this was no big deal.
“Why don’t you go into the bathroom while I grab a couple things,” he told her. She obliged. His bathroom was also larger than hers, by a lot. Hers barely had room for the toilet, sink, and standing shower, while his had a tub and plenty of counter and cabinet space.
“Just sit down on the toilet and take your shirt off,” he nodded toward the toilet while he put a chair down by it. Sarah raised her eyebrows and looked him up n down, as though she were sizing him up. “Sweety, you’re not getting my shirt off unless I’m wearing one of yours home in the morning.” She grinned at him challengingly.
“Right... This would be easier if I didn’t have to worry about getting the costume wet, though,” he tried. He wasn’t sure if she had just made a pass at him or told him off. She crossed her arms, leaned back, and stared at him hard.
He filled the sink with soapy water and poured in some rubbing alcohol. Then he put a washcloth in. He sat in the chair, facing Sarah, and placed his hand on her shoulder. He pushed her back gently, letting his hand slide forward a bit. “I’ll clean up your side first,” he said softly. Was he still just flirting or was he really exerting his self-control? He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and carefully removed the appliqué. Then, he used the washcloth to gently wipe at the makeup. He started just above her hip, and ran it softly up to her ribs. The gently touch made her stomach flutter, and she had to fight to keep her breathing steady. Sarah felt her mouth open slightly, and a deep breath start to form. She pressed her lips together firmly, in an effort to control them.
When her side was clean, Scott looked up at her with a slight smile and an odd twinkle in his eyes. “I’ll have a better angle on that shoulder if you sit in the chair,” he said, as he stood up to rinse off the cloth. Was it just wishful thinking, or was he talking a little slower and glancing over at her more than usual? She moved the chair so her back would be to him. He’d be less likely to know what she was thinking, if he couldn’t see her expressive face.
Scott sat behind Sarah and started to remove the appliqué on her shoulder. She glanced at his hands working, and started to feel those butterflies again. So, she looked over at the towel rack, fiddling nervously with her fingers. She could feel his warm breath on her neck. She bit her lip gently and her breathing slowed. When he backed away for a moment to pick up the washcloth, she closed her eyes and swallowed hard. She mentally kicked herself for being so attracted to some one that obviously couldn’t be interested.
When he started to run the damp cloth slowly from just below her right ear to her shoulder, her eyes rolled and she clenched her teeth. When he did it again, her lips parted again, and her head fought to turn toward him. She took a slow deep breath, hoping that if it was slow enough, he wouldn’t notice. He couldn’t help but notice shoulders rise and slowly fall. He was staring intently at her neck and shoulders, fighting the urge to run his mouth along them.- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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