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A Star is Born	By : EJConley Category: Casts RPF > CSI Views: 1382 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A few scenes and several hours later an assistant or camera man hollered from somewhere in the crowd of people, “Good scene everybody. Time to go home.”

Eric was waiting just off set for Ireland to get done. He watched her high-five some of the actors and extras with a smile. She winked at him and handed over her prop kit and weapons to one of the stage hands before walking over. “Are you waiting for little old me?”

“Figured I’d take you for dinner. There’s a really great little restaurant in the Venetian that…”

“Serves an excellent cedar salmon?” She finished.

“Yeah, how did you know?” He started to lead her towards the restaurant.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve been to Vegas, Eric, and you were telling me about it yesterday. I pay attention.”

“I see that.”

They walked into the Venetian and were waiting to be seated when Eric’s phone rang. “Oh shit. Hey George. Yeah, Ireland just got done and we were going to grab a quick bite. I don’t know.” Eric covered up the bottom of the phone and turned to Ireland. “Do you want to come have a beer with us after dinner?”

She shook her head. “I’m kind of tired. Thanks though.”

“Nah, just you and me. Yeah, I’ll call you when we’re done. Bye.” As Eric hung up, they were taken to a table and seated.

After dinner Ireland stopped at the front desk, got an extra key for her room and gave it to Eric. “Why don’t you come over after you go out?”

“Will do,” Eric kissed her on the forehead and left her at her room.

When Eric got back to Ireland’s hotel room, she was asleep. He set his overnight bag on the floor of the closet and changed into sweats in the bathroom. When he came out of the bathroom, the television was on and Ireland was sitting up in the bed. “Did I wake you up?”

“Not really.” She patted the bed and Eric crawled up beside her. “Did you have a good night out?”

“Yeah,” Eric wrapped his arms around her. “But I missed you.” He kissed her ears and neck and Ireland spun in his arms so she was facing him. For a moment they just stared at each other. Then she kissed him; madly and deeply. For several minutes they just lay there, Eric darting his soft tongue in and out of her mouth, rubbing the tension out of her neck and back.

Ireland rubbed her hands up and down Eric’s chest and abdomen, brushing her fingers lightly over his nipples. As she flicked one of his nipples lightly he shivered and pulled her into him more tightly. She could feel his erection through the front of his sweats and pressed herself to it. His hands wandered from her lower back, down to the back of her PJ pants and kneaded the muscles in her butt and thighs. They lay, kissing and rubbing and massaging, neither making a move to take it any further for a few long, romantic moments.

Eric rolled her gently to her back as he covered her neck and ear with butterfly kisses. She shivered slightly from the sensual contact. He moved his kisses down over her shoulder and the strap of her tank top. His eyes shifted down slightly and he realized the top was so low cut that he could see practically her whole chest as she breathed, and he slipped his hands under the hem of her top. She lifted her back and he slowly slid the silky night shirt over her head.

Ireland ran her hands through Eric’s hair and massaged his neck as he placed tiny kisses up and down her chest. Eric sucked one nipple into his mouth and she inhaled sharply at the sensation. Between lapping at her nipples he removed his own shirt and sweats, lying in just his boxers. Ireland shucked her own pants and Eric slowly wrapped the tips of his fingers under the band of her underwear. He kissed every inch of her skin as he ever so slowly removed the last piece of her clothing. He continued with the butterfly kisses back up her legs and onto the inside of her thighs. She moaned and spread her legs carefully as he nosed into the V between her legs.

First, he kissed. Kissing her thighs, stomach, anywhere he could reach. Then he started licking; lapping at tiny places on the inside of the thighs, then at the slit between them. Ire arched her back and moaned as his tongue found her clitoris. He sucked on it and gently scraped over it, which made her jump. He slid down and pressed his nose into the little button as he licked at her opening, then slowly, pushed his tongue inside her.

She was holding his head, massaging it with her fingers, as he brought her to a near-screaming orgasm. When she stopped squirming he kissed his way back up her stomach, and breasts, to her neck and ears, and finally her lips. When he’d slid up far enough, she grabbed at the top of his boxer shorts and shoved them towards his knees, catching them with her foot to completely pull them off and shove them to the floor.

Eric wrapped his arms around her and adjusted so his penis was in between her legs, but not inside her. He moved ever so gently and felt her buckle as the head of his penis found her clit. He massaged it slowly and then slid forward until he felt himself slip gently into her.

“Oh God,” she gasped. She summoned all the control she had not to roll him over and pound at him until he screamed. Eric slowly started thrusting on top of her and she pulled him down so they were pressed together, chest to chest. She kissed and suckled at his neck and ear and felt him start to shiver. She backed off just a little and shoved him hard so they both rolled and landed with her on top. She leaned back and started grinding herself against him, making his shaft go all the way up inside of her, and his hips press against her clit. Eric reached up and put his hands on her hips as she rocked, slowly at first, then faster, until she felt herself start to lose control.

Eric lay there, watching the show, and as he felt her body start to suck at him with her orgasm, he leaned back, pushing up into her as his body shuddered with his own. After her stopping him short of the first, his body was in overdrive. He felt her stop shaking and start to breathe normally again, and pulled her down to his chest.

“That was,” Eric stopped. He was out of breath.

“Yeah,” Ireland whispered against his chest, half asleep already. She snuggled into him, making no move to pull away from his penis, still inside of her. Eric just smiled and went to sleep.

They awoke to the screaming of the alarm, in almost the same position, Ireland having slid off of Eric’s chest to his side during the night.

“Hi,” Eric smiled as he stretched and scratched his stomach.

“Hi,” Ireland beamed back at him. “Sleep well?”

“Yeah,” Eric said as Ireland rolled away to turn off the alarm. “I had this really great dream about having some of the best sex of my life with this really beautiful woman. She looked a lot like you.”

Ireland threw his boxers at his head and wrapped herself in her robe. “Dork. You taking a shower?”

Eric discarded the boxers back on the floor and wrapped his arms around her. “Are you going to be there?”

“I think that could be arranged,” Ireland took a sniff of herself. “Correction, I think that had better be arranged. Yikes.”

Eric spun her, pulled the tie on her robe so it fell open and kissed her deeply, pressing his naked body against hers. “I think you smell great,” he said, pulling away a bit. Then with a devilish smile, he grabbed her by the inside of her thighs, hoisted her up, pressed her against the wall and slowly lowered her down onto his erection. She gasped and grabbed the flesh at his biceps. He leaned into her so that they were hugging, her back supported by the wall as he thrust passionately into her. In moments she was shivering on his cock and he was again, losing control of himself inside of her.

“My GOD you are a horny bastard,” she said breathily, still being held captive against the wall.

“Not usually. You are just a very beautiful woman.” Eric set her down for a moment, only to hoist her into his arms again and carry her into the bathroom.

Ireland started the water as Eric grabbed two towels from the rack and hung them on the hooks next to the shower door. A moment later, Ireland was pressed, face first, against the inside of the shower wall. Eric had his arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her up so he could set her down on his cock. One of his hands wandered up to massage her breasts, as he took her from behind, slowly, letting the hot water massage them.

Ireland shuddered in orgasm for the second time that morning, and quickly pushed Eric back. He stood, stunned, as the water hit his back and he watched Ireland sink to her knees and wrap her lips around the head of his penis. He reached for the wall behind him to steady himself as Ireland’s warm mouth moved slowly up and down his shaft. He wrapped the fingers of his other hand in her wet hair and his body started to tighten.

“Oh, uh, G,” was all he got out before the orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks. He threw his head back and smacked it on the wall behind him. “Ouch. Well there’s a buzz kill for you.” He pulled Ireland up into his arms and kissed at her madly.

“Think we could manage to actually shower now?” Ireland reached for the soap and started rubbing herself with it.

“Yes, I think that could happen. Might I borrow your shampoo?” Eric smiled and waved a bottle at her.

“Sure, but that’s not it,” she laughed at him and handed him a very similar bottle, after taking some for herself. He grabbed the soap, and after using it himself, rubbed it over Ireland back and massaged her shoulders. After they’d rinsed off, and several moments of kissing later, they grabbed towels and clothes and headed downstairs to get coffee before they left for the set.

Once on set, they avoided George for the first part of the day, but a couple hours into the day, Ireland had a scene with him and he cornered her.

“Where have you been all morning?” He tossed her a bottle of water.

“Hung out with Eric until we started shooting. I didn’t see you anywhere this morning. I should ask you the same question.” Ireland winked casually at him.

“I was standing no more than 4 feet from you for half the morning.” He looked at her sideways.

Shit! Ireland could have kicked herself. “So, why did you ask where I’d been?”

“Because you’re never late. And this morning both you and Eric were almost an hour late. Imagine that.” The anger didn’t register on his face, but she could hear it in his voice. He didn’t look directly at her, but he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

“So? Eric stayed at the hotel again. We were both late because we came together. So what?” She shrugged and finished the water.

“You know, if you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine. It’s your business. But don’t lie about it.” George threw his half-empty water bottle into the trash can next to him and walked away, obviously making a conscious effort not to stomp angrily.

“Ah, George come on!” Ireland caught up with him. “Why are you so mad? And what did I lie about? I didn’t actually deny doing anything, I just didn’t volunteer information.”

George just looked at her for a few moments and said, “Yeah, whatever.”

Ireland attempted to catch up with him but the director called for everyone to take their places. Great, a scene where I’ve got to pretend to be all buddy buddy with George and he wants to kill me. This will work perfectly.

The scene went surprisingly well, and they had it down in a couple of takes. When it was over George took off again. Ireland caught him by his belt loop and pulled him around. “What is with you?” She squared off, ready to tackle him if he turned away.

“In the past couple of months, I’ve discovered more about you than I know about my own family. Then you hook up with Eric and avoid me like we’re not even friends. That pisses me off a little.”

“A little? George, you’re about the same color as the ketchup packet in my lunch.” She sighed, threw her arm around George and dragged him off into the park across the street. “Look, you are my friend. You’re one of my best friends. And frankly, I’ve probably told you more about me than I’ve told my family. But you’re not my keeper. I like Eric. And it’s nothing heavy, it’s just kind of casual. I’m not going all gaga in love or anything. Maybe we’ll date for a few weeks, maybe we’ll date for a few months. Who knows? Who cares?! But you know that if something important happened I’d tell you.” She sat down on a swing set and George sat down next to her.

“Yeah, I know. You just hooked up with Eric and then dropped me like a sack of potatoes.”

“George, I didn’t talk to you for a couple of hours. It’s not like I was planning to not speak to you ever again.” She looked over and he was still stewing. “Listen, think what you want. I tried to explain it to you and you obviously don’t want to hear it, so let me know when you’re over it. Or not.” Ireland got up and started walking back toward the set.

“We still going out to look at houses for you on Saturday?” George walked up beside her.

Ireland smiled as they started walking back towards the set together. “That’s the plan. Where are we eating?”

“You leave that up to me and Eric.” George tossed his arm around her shoulders as they crossed the street.

“Eric’s coming now?” Ireland took a piece of candy out of her pocket and popped it into her mouth.

“Well, I figured you’d want him to, since y’all are so fond of eachother.” George shrugged a little.

“I don’t care either way. You want him to come, you can invite him. But until I’m informed otherwise, it’s just you, me and the realtor all of Saturday. You’re even in my phone.”

“Well don’t I feel special,” George smiled stupidly at her. “I’ll probably see if he wants to come to lunch or something. Cool?”

“Cool,” she said, leaning out of reach as he tried to kick her in the butt. “I’ll make sure to let him know I’m otherwise unavailable.”
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