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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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The rest of the week came and went with lots of clothes, make-up, a hundred scenes and a thousand hours. Eric had only seen the inside of his house long enough to get extra clothes and pack some bathroom stuff. As an afterthought he had stuck a pack of condoms in his bag, remembering he’d almost run out.

Eric dropped his bag on the closet floor and hung up a couple shirts. Ireland was out looking at houses with George and he was meeting them for lunch in a couple hours. She’d told him to call if he got bored, but he wanted to let her have some hang out time. They’d been practically glued together at the hip lately and he didn’t want her to shove out the friends she was starting to make on set. She’d also been starting to get hounded a bit by photographers since the new promo packages had gone out, and while he was confident she could handle herself, he did think that George’s warning had some weight to it. Once it hit the press that they were dating, all hell was going to break loose.

Eric nearly hit the ceiling when the door clicked open. He was half asleep from boredom when Ireland walked in. “Hey, I thought you were out with George house shopping today?”

“Heeeey,” she leaned down a little to give him a kiss. “Forgot some papers. So, why didn’t you call us?”

“I didn’t know you had expected me to.” He cocked an eyebrow at her.

“Eric, you’re apparently bored enough that you’re falling asleep in my hotel room mid-morning. Why don’t you come out with us?” Ireland sat next to him on the bed and kissed at his neck.

“Cause you’ll do that,” he smiled, “and I don’t think realtors like when you have sex in the kitchen of a home you don’t own.”

“Right. I forgot.” Ireland laughed at him. “No, really. Come hang out with us.”

“Nah, this is a you guys thing. Besides, I’m going to meet you in a couple hours for lunch. I don’t want to butt in on you guys hanging out.” Eric rubbed on her back.

Ireland growled at him, hit the speaker button on her phone and then hit the speed dial for George. “Hey, can’t find the papers?”

Ireland held the phone out in front of her a little ways. “No, I found them. Also found a stray in my room. He looks bored. Mind if we add a third to the party for a little while?” She turned and stuck her tongue out at Eric.

“Yeah, he can help explore that 3 story place you’re looking at. From the paper you gave me, the place is gigantic.” When Eric looked at Ireland she had her tongue stuck out at him. She clicked her phone shut and grabbed the papers she had come in for.

“Well come on!” Ireland grabbed onto his hand and yanked him off the bed.

He rose and backed her into the nearest wall. “You are beautiful.”

“You keep saying that,” she shook her head with a smile as Eric leaned down and kissed her.

Two hours and three houses later they were at a local mom and pop restaurant going over pictures, house layouts and bank loan quotes.

George took a drink of his water and spoke. “I like the 3 story. It’s in a great neighborhood and there’s that huge yard.”

“Yeah, but what in the name of the Gods am I going to do with 4 bedrooms, two living areas and a patio the size of my apartment in Washington?” Ireland looked at him in utter disbelief.

“I kind of have to agree with George. And really, you’re getting the best deal on it anyway. I’m sure you could find something to fill it with. Don’t girls like to shop?” Eric smiled at her as he took a bite of his pasta.

“Seriously, y’all. What am I gonna do with all this house? How am I going to clean all this house?” Ireland looked at the pictures again.

“That’s what maids are for,” piped George. “You’ll never vacuum again.”

“See…strange people touching my stuff. I dunno about that.” Ireland shook her head at the thought of some old lady in an apron folding her underwear.

“I touch your stuff,” Eric leaned over to her and stole a fry off her plate.

“Yeah, but you’re not exactly a stranger.” Ireland punched him in the arm for the innuendo. “And quit stealing my fries. Next time I’m taking the fry back with one of your fingers.”

“Feisty!” George wiggled his eyebrows at her. “So we going to keep looking for houses, or what?”

“Or what…the 3 story had a nice kitchen. And a nice basement. And a nice yard. You guys suck…” Ireland smacked at both of them with the papers in her hands. “I’ll call the realtor.” She pointed at Eric, “You steal another fry and I’m removing body parts.”

The realtor picked up quickly, because Ireland was talking before she’d gotten half way out of the restaurant.

“So…” George looked pointedly at Eric. “You two are, getting along?”

“Yeah, the sex is great!” Eric joked. “Chill out man. We’re hanging out a lot because we’re getting to know eachother. And if I was getting on her nerves I’m sure she would have kicked me out by now.” Eric froze. George hadn’t been ‘informed’ that Eric was spending every night in Ireland’s hotel room and Eric had just spilled the beans. He wondered if George noticed.

“It’s not like you’re living together or anything,” George laughed. Then he saw the twitch of hesitation before Eric smiled. “Oh my God, she moved to your house?!”

“No, I’ve stayed a few nights at the hotel with her. It’s really no big deal. Although I’m probably going to owe the studio $200 for movies we watched.” Eric scratched his head, trying to remember how many movies they’d rented.

“How do you rent $200 worth of movies in just a couple of days? Those things are only like $20 a piece.” George had figured Eric had slept at the hotel more than just the first two nights, but he hadn’t quite expected Eric to be practically living there.

“Well,” Ireland broke unexpected into the conversation, “apparently the owners have already moved out, they want to sell very quickly because they’ve already bought a house somewhere in the mountains, and if they accept my offer, I could be closed and in the house in as little as 2 weeks.”
“Wow. The realtor is already writing it up?” Eric knew people in Vegas like to work fast, but that was top speed.

“Correction, has already written it up and is submitting as we speak. She said something to the effect of, ‘I know love when I see it and that was it.’ She was just awaiting my phone call for the actual price I wanted to offer.” Ireland clunked down at the table and studied her plate. “I’m proud. You managed to leave my fries alone.” She ate at the rest of her food hungrily. Prancing the grounds of 5 homes was a lot more work than she’d expected it to be.

Eric took the paper she had held and checked the scribbled notes. It looked like she’s offered almost list price, but wanted the owners to pay closing. Then what seemed to be a ‘To Do’ list for herself: fence, sprinklers and alarm system.

“Hey I know a good alarm guy for you, private company. He’s more expensive than ADT, but he’s more used to high profile security.” Eric wiggled the paper slightly so she knew he’d read the notes.

“As long as he’s not circling my house in a patrol car every five minutes, that sounds just fine.” Ireland waved a finger at him between bites.

“Nah, he’s ex-military, retired cop turned business owner. He can also get you any piece of high-tech security or spy gadgetry you heart could possibly desire and monitor it 24/7. I’d lay money that his company outfitted James Bond.” Eric smiled a little remembering when he went in wanting an extra key pad and came out with $10,000 worth of stuff and a new security contract.

They finished eating and after phone calls to ‘Bruno’ the security guy and to a couple of fence and sprinkler companies for estimates they walked back to the car.

“So what’s the plan boys? My afternoon has suddenly become open and I didn’t make a contingency plan.” Ireland looked at her watch. Only one. She’d expected to be looking at houses until at least mid-evening. Not as picky as I thought I was I guess.

“Well there’s casinos, casinos, a few casinos and…did I mention casinos?” George looked at the skyline and saw the tops of the buildings on the strip.

“Yeah, I think we covered the casinos. I’m not a big gambler and I’ve already paid my due to the Venetian.” Ireland though of the $200 she’d lost playing poker. It was just pocket change now, but she still wasn’t used to it.

“We can always go somewhere outside of Vegas,” Eric ventured. But as soon as the thought had formed, any idea of where to go was lost.

“We could go out to Tahoe. Rent a boat. Our treat, right Eric?” George smacked Eric on the back and he knew he was paying for not telling George about staying at the hotel.

“Right,” Eric said and then back peddled. “If that’s ok with you, that is.” Eric remembered when he offered to buy her food and wondered how many times louder she’d yell over a boat rental. “A congratulation on the house and welcome to Vegas present.”

“Well I haven’t,” she stopped mid sentence when her phone rang in her pocket. “Realtor. I guess they don’t like me.” She picked up her phone and walked towards Eric’s car.

Before either of the boys could even return to conversation, Ireland started screaming and jumping up and down. Then she lost her grip on the phone and it went sailing in the car through the open roof. She didn’t even bother opening the door to retrieve it and started talking while she was still hanging half over the side.
“Sorry! The phone got away from me. How did they get back to you so fast?”

“Apparently,” the realtor said, now on speaker phone, “they wanted to sell the house so badly that when they get a fax it E-mails them and calls both of their cell phones. They loved your offer, were completely fine with fronting the closing costs and you can have the house the moment it closes. We’re going to fast track it, and if there are no problems, you could be in the house by the end of next week. The house has already been inspected, and by a very reputable company that I use all the time, so unless you want to bring in somebody of your choosing everything is done but the paperwork, which I started printing the moment I received the signed offer.”

“Wow,” was all Ireland could manage to say. She’d seen the house not more than 2 hours ago and she was well on her way to moving in.

“I think that’s a yes, Mindy,” George grabbed the phone from her and turned off the speaker. Staring at the complex gadget wasn’t going to get her anywhere.

“Fence,” was all Ireland could manage to blurt out.

“Fence…oh, right. Ire wanted to put in some sprinklers and fencing. When could we invite them out there for some estimates? Yeah, I’m sure that would be fine. Oh yeah, absolutely. Thanks, Mindy.” George looked at the phone for a second before finding the End button and handed it back to Ireland.

“Mid-week,” he said as he turned around. “She needs a couple of days to ‘officially’ get the paperwork to the owners and the proper title people and then you can do an estimate as a pending buyer.”

“I’d say this calls for a celebration!” Eric said as he swung Ireland around. “You game for Tahoe?”

“Tahoe? Oh yeah, later. I want to go shopping first.” Ireland looked a little spacey but now she was back on track.

“Shopping? What in the world could you possibly need right this second.” George cocked his head sideways and looked at her like a lost puppy.

“Well first, a swimming suit. I didn’t manage to bring one I don’t think. And second, I wanna look for a hot tub! So who’s taking be?” She stood between the boys’ two cars.

“Why don’t,” Eric spoke up first, “we drop my car off at the hotel or something and then we can make George drive us all over town.”

“George’s little green limousine service today, am I?” He looked at the both of them and pretended to be as in the dark as before lunch. They do make a really cute couple. “Yeah, yeah, get in.”

“I’m gonna ride with Eric to the hotel if that’s ok. I’ve never actually ridden in a convertible with the top down.”

“Hey, far be it from me to prevent you from getting arrested in a convertible.” George laughed imagining Ireland standing up in the car, or doing something equally as hilarious and utterly illegal.

Two hours, eight stores and about 200 swim suits later they were on their way to Lake Tahoe.

“I cannot believe you want a hot tub that costs $50,000. And for lights?” George shook his head from the driver’s seat.

“No, lights and music. Gotta have my music. Besides, the pool is for playing in the day, the hot tub is for hanging out at night.” She pinched Eric’s knee while she was digging through the clothes she bought for which pieces she wanted to wear at the lake. Before she was done sorting, George pulled up to a parking space at the Tahoe recreational area and they were instantly mobbed. Ireland snuck into one of the bathrooms to change without being noticed.

“Almost ready?” Eric called from the door. “The mob fled and George is in renting a boat and a couple of jet skis.”

“Just about. Tell him just to rent two. I’ve never actually driven a jet ski. I don’t want to wreck it.” She gathered the clothes she had been wearing and stepped out in her swimming suit, a surf top and a pair of purple board shorts.

“Wow,” Eric gaped, still standing at the doorway. If she wasn’t a swimmer, she sure knew how to fake it. He came all the way in the bathroom and locked the door behind him, hoping nobody would need to use it.

Ireland smiled sheepishly at him. After only a week together it seemed like she could read his mind. She seemed to know 2 seconds before he did that he was going to flub a line and could look away if he was going to laugh. And when he was in the mood, there was no question. His skin flushed, ever so slightly. And he would play with his bottom lip: biting it, licking at it. Little things that most people probably didn’t bother to notice. And right at this moment, he looked about ready to draw blood from his own bottom lip as he bit at it.

Eric pushed her against a wall and then kissed her as if he was never going to see her again. He wrapped one had behind her neck and the other in her hair. He couldn’t believe he was doing this in the middle of a public bathroom, but he couldn’t stop himself. He’d always been one for adventure, but sex in public, or almost-public, wasn’t exactly on his usual list. He reached down and unbuttoned Ireland’s board shorts and then stopped for a second, wondering how he was going to do this with her swimming suit on. She’d bought a one piece, so just taking off the bottom half wasn’t exactly an option.

Ireland felt him hesitate and pretty quickly knew what his problem was. He was probably used to having sex in places where stripping down to absolutely nothing was the best option. She pulled the string on his shorts and as they fell to the ground, she pulled the fabric covering her to the side. Eric got the idea pretty quickly and as he picked her up by the inside of her thighs, he brushed her clit with his erection and then plunged deep into her.

Eric thrust feverishly into her. The excitement from being in a public area was too much for him. For a moment he was almost sad that George was going to be on the boat with him. He made a quick mental note to bring Ireland out here alone sometime and then yanked the surf shirt up and top of her suit down to suck on one of her nipples.

Ireland leaned her head back against the wall and dug her fingers into his shoulders. She didn’t know how Eric did it, but he could make her explode in five minutes, and that’s just what she was doing. As her pulse started to race a speed she was sure it had never hit before, she grabbed at his neck and started to orgasm around his rock hard shaft. She could feel him move under her as he exploded with his own body wrenching pleasure. After a moment Eric lowered her so she could stand on her own two feet and pulled his shorts up around him. He didn’t know what it was, but Ireland could make him loose all of his senses and she’s just done it again.

Eric took a quick look at his hair in the mirror. When he turned around he grabbed one of Ireland’s shopping bags and pinned her against the wall. “You are going to get me in a lot of trouble, you know that?”

Ireland twittered her eyelashes at him. “Li’l old me?! Whatever did I do?” She adjusted her clothing, grabbed the rest of her stuff and they walked out of the bathroom.

George was just coming out of the rental office when they walked outside. “So where’s our boat?” Ireland hollered at him.

“Dock 6. Um…” George looked at the little map that the guy at the counter gave him and pointed, “That way.” He waited for them to catch up and then as Ireland walked ahead, slowed, pulling Eric with him. “Just out of curiosity, why were you just in the girls’ bathroom?”

“Because she was taking forever getting dressed and I wanted to make sure she was ok,” Eric tried not to look directly at George, pretending the sun was in is eyes.

“Right,” George said as he eyed him suspiciously. They sped up a little to catch up with Ireland, who was talking on her cell phone again.

“Sounds like a plan. Thanks.” Ireland slipped her phone back into her purse. “Realtor,” she stated without any other explanation.

Eric and George both nodded as George led the way to the boat.

Several hours and many water fights later, they were tying up and heading back to Vegas for dinner.
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