darkest_fate
machina erotica
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2009
- Location
- the INTERNET
Emma Watson let out a low, throaty moan, the noise bubbling up from within her throat. The noise came out slightly guttural, almost wet, the sort that pulled from the groin or became wrenched out mid pleasure. The casual listener hearing the beautiful Brit making that noise would no doubt stop, would turn, would feel at twinge at the loins that made them stop and pause.
Unfortunately for Emma, she wasn't making said noise for the casual listener: "Yeah, sort of like that, but we need it to be realer. We're shooting for authenticity here: that in your face raw energy. Don't worry," a hand was raised in Emma's direction while she frowned at its owner, "your partner will be great at helping with that. It's just a dry-run-through."
Emma was tempted to say that, in fact, that wasn't the case: she'd had the script for a few days and ran through that line at least a dozen or so times. That guttural noise had taken hours of practice to pull out, and at least one embarrassing session with a particularly favorite "wand" of Emma's, to really perfect. To hear that all that practice simply hadn't worked... well, he did make it sound like her partner would...
Wait a moment: her partner? Emma frowned again. She knew she'd have to at least make the appropriate noises for the voice-over, but she'd been under the impression that there would be a body double for the actual... sessions. Yes, they'd had her dress appropriately for the scene: the frilled pink outfit emphasizing her pale complexion attested to that, but she hadn't thought she'd be doing much with a partner. Suddenly the frilled light fabric felt decidedly skimpy, and Emma could feel a flush rising to her cheeks. The pale English Rose complexion made it all too easy for the pink to show among the ivory, a realization that generally made the reddening deepen. Brown eyes already flashed with frustration and protest, even though Emma knew that she'd already signed on for this, already shot a few scenes, hell, she'd shot everything up until she got introduced to her partner for this. There had been mention of a "dry run" for the "real thing," but again...
"Call him in, would you?" asked the director, already moving. Several other crew members were already moving about, a makeup girl twittering close to Emma to finish up the last few details: blush up cheeks, smooth out lips. Said girl insisted in a breathy voice that Emma would be quite lucky, that she was super jealous of her, and not just because of her near perfect complexion. Just as she was finishing, she insisted that Emma not frown, which of course only made the uptight brunette frown deeper.
She should've doublechecked that contract. Now, at least, she had to just make it through this one scene... in frilled pink clothes... while being told she had to "moan more authentically..." with someone she'd never met...
"The challenges of acting," Emma mumbled wryly under her breath. At least the comment twisted her lips into a half-smile.
Unfortunately for Emma, she wasn't making said noise for the casual listener: "Yeah, sort of like that, but we need it to be realer. We're shooting for authenticity here: that in your face raw energy. Don't worry," a hand was raised in Emma's direction while she frowned at its owner, "your partner will be great at helping with that. It's just a dry-run-through."
Emma was tempted to say that, in fact, that wasn't the case: she'd had the script for a few days and ran through that line at least a dozen or so times. That guttural noise had taken hours of practice to pull out, and at least one embarrassing session with a particularly favorite "wand" of Emma's, to really perfect. To hear that all that practice simply hadn't worked... well, he did make it sound like her partner would...
Wait a moment: her partner? Emma frowned again. She knew she'd have to at least make the appropriate noises for the voice-over, but she'd been under the impression that there would be a body double for the actual... sessions. Yes, they'd had her dress appropriately for the scene: the frilled pink outfit emphasizing her pale complexion attested to that, but she hadn't thought she'd be doing much with a partner. Suddenly the frilled light fabric felt decidedly skimpy, and Emma could feel a flush rising to her cheeks. The pale English Rose complexion made it all too easy for the pink to show among the ivory, a realization that generally made the reddening deepen. Brown eyes already flashed with frustration and protest, even though Emma knew that she'd already signed on for this, already shot a few scenes, hell, she'd shot everything up until she got introduced to her partner for this. There had been mention of a "dry run" for the "real thing," but again...
"Call him in, would you?" asked the director, already moving. Several other crew members were already moving about, a makeup girl twittering close to Emma to finish up the last few details: blush up cheeks, smooth out lips. Said girl insisted in a breathy voice that Emma would be quite lucky, that she was super jealous of her, and not just because of her near perfect complexion. Just as she was finishing, she insisted that Emma not frown, which of course only made the uptight brunette frown deeper.
She should've doublechecked that contract. Now, at least, she had to just make it through this one scene... in frilled pink clothes... while being told she had to "moan more authentically..." with someone she'd never met...
"The challenges of acting," Emma mumbled wryly under her breath. At least the comment twisted her lips into a half-smile.