Levi Dawson

"Levi, Emma are you ready", I hear the director shout from the background. "yeah, yeah, we're good" I respond in a more irritated tone than I meant it to be.

"Let's give it another go then" I hear for what feels like the 10th time in the last hour.

I look over at Emma as she rolls her beautiful blue eyes and shakes her head. Normally I would enjoy doing this scene over and over again with my amazingly hot co-star and now fiance. But its late and I am fairly certain there are tears of sweat forming near my brows. I can also see that Emma's make-up is no longer perfectly set on her face, which tells me she is exhausted.

The room is lit only with the lamp on the dark wood nightstand, and a few camera lights shining on us from above the stage. The camera crew is surrounding us at every angle and the director is sitting about twenty feet away in his tall black canvas chair.

"And go!" is all I hear as I grab Emma's long slender arms and gently slide my hands up to her wrists pulling them over her head and pushing her against the bedroom door, closing it shut. I lean in, taking her full lips into mine. I let go of her wrists and she grabs my white t-shirt, pulling it off over my head. We lock lips again and I reach around to unzip her tiny red dress, letting it fall to the floor. Damn, she is hot in her red lace bra and panties. Looking at her barely dressed in this way is so tantalizing that I get lost in my own head, forgetting that there is anyone else in the room.

I tuck Emma's long blonde hair behind her ear and rest her face into my palm and kiss her again. This time it is not as smooth, I can feel her rushing and I know she wants to get out of here as much as I do after spending the last 8 hours in this room.

I bring my hand down her back and onto her hip, then slowly lift her long leg by her thigh and bring it up to my waist. Her legs are already so long and slim, these heels she's wearing, makes her almost as tall as I am.

She breaks free from my grip and places her hands on my bare chest, pushing me back towards the bed. I lay back onto the white duvet cover while she continues to climb up on top of me, kneeling over me and resting both thighs on either side of my legs. We kiss again, this time putting my hands on her shoulders and rolling her over so that I am now on top. I kiss her softly one last time before I whisper, "I love you".

"CUT!, that's a wrap for today" the director shouts.

The camera crew scurries around while the set crew collects the props. The director walks over to us and congratulates our splendid performances before he hurries off for the night.

Emma looks up at me and smiles as I help her get up off the bed. "Thank god" she sighs with relief. "I'm going to shower and change" she says as she storms off.

"Alright? Mate" Mark says to me.

"Yeah, Yeah mate" I respond, my voice a little hoarse at this point.

"The Hawley at half eight then, I will send a car for you" Mark instructs.

"Sure, I will let Emma know to be ready" I say.

" I still don't know what you see in her mate, She is sexy as hell but she's demanding and controlling, nothing makes that girl happy" Mark nervously remarks as he brushes his fingers through his hair.

"Well I have plenty of issues of my own, but she sticks around, and she loves me" I fire back.

Mark may be my manager, but we've become good friends over the past two years, and I know he's just looking out for me. He is not shy with his objections of how Emma is on the outside though, how she acts on the sets and out in public. Mark finds Emma rude and needy, aka "typical actress style" he says. What Mark doesn't see, is her vulnerable and caring side that I get to see when I'm alone with her.

I do not come from a large, well-known family. I have a tight knit group of lads who are like my brothers. Emma does not care much for them she thinks they take my time away from her.

My flat in Camden is small but has more than enough room for Emma and I. I haven't been able to convince her to move in with me yet. Her place is bigger and more luxurious she says, but its right in the middle of all the noise of all the pubs, restaurants, and shopping. Her building is full of actors, authors, and famous musicians. I would rather reside in a lesser known place, a home without all the attraction. It is also quieter where I live, but still walking distance to some pretty cool hang outs.

My place is modern yet rustic at the same time. Post and beam accent the vaulted ceilings and the stairway up to the loft. The white walls against the wood floors makes the place feel warm and inviting, just the way I like it.

I do try to make Emma stay here on most nights rather than at her place. Her place has rooms with crimson walls, tile floors, gold crown molding. Her housemaid is always there picking up after her, I am afraid to touch anything when I am over.

We came up with a compromise; stay at her place the first half of the week and at mine the second half. This will need to change when we get married. Selling both places and settling into a home we will agree on is going to be a challenge, one that I foresee losing.