“So Tony will be your date.” Gillian is saying. Jamie flinches. Claire touches his hand.
“I take you and we are public. This will be a red carpet event, full of cameras, print and TV media. She suggests Tony as he is my co-star, my very gay co-star. We walk down the carpet together, take pictures for the cameras, smile and answer some questions, and, once inside the dark theatre, I seat by you and Gillian and Tony. You walk in front or behind, as the bodyguard, on the carpet.”
“Aye. Sorry it is just..”
“Smoke and mirrors for the public. Hollywood PR. That is all. We are real. Us.” He smiles and kisses her. Gillian smiles.
“I am truly happy to see you happy. Okay. Outfit and hair.”
The night of the premier is hard. Her pain is back with a vengeance. Jamie sees, of course.
“Tolerable, Intolerable, or Hell?” he asks as she sits stiff in the chair as a professional does her makeup.
“Intolerable. But I must do this.”
“I know. I will be close.” Her hair is slicked back to go with the dress, a twenties style flapper number. Heels are placed on her feet and he sees her wince. “Most she wear heels?” he asked the lass helping her dress.
“Of course. It is the red carpet.”
“I will be fine Jamie.” He ses in her eyes she wants it to be the truth. She gives him a half smile as they prepare to leave for the limo.
“Claire, my dear, you look fabulous!” Tony is already in the limo when they enter.
“Thank you. You look right smart yourself.” She takes a seat by Jamie. Gillian with Tony.
“Okay, I have informed the press that questions about Mary and Randall are off limits. They are to stick to questions about the movie, what you are wearing, and the like. “
“Will they stick to that?”
“Most will Mr. Fraser but some won't.” His face turns stormy.
“Jamie I can handle any that don't. Been trained too. “
“Again, I will be close.”
“Good to know.” Tony looks him up and down.
“Sorry lad. I'm taken.”
“The best ones always are. Who is the lucky person?”
“Me. But that stays here. Between us for now.”
“Of course! As jealous as I am, I am glad for you. You deserve happiness.” He reaches across and gently lays his hand on hers.
“Thank you Tony.”
“Okay boys and girls. Showtime.” Gillian announces as they pull up.” Rupert, the driver, gets out and scans the crowd before opening the door. Gillian is first, followed by Tony who assists Claire out. Jamie brings up the rear. He watches for anyone who seems to have an unusual interest in Claire. It is hard to judge with so many excited fans.
Cameras flash everywhere. Claire, on Tony's arm, waves to her fans as they walk towards the red carpet. Jamie stays behind them. In his suit and sunglasses his role is obvious so no press stop him. They do her though.
“Miss Beauchamp, who are you wearing?”
“How was it like to play a flapper? How did you prepare?”
“Were the intimate scenes hard to film?”
She answers them all with wit and charm. As they get closer to the entrance, Jamie relaxes some. Maybe no one will ask her the forbidden questions.
He is wrong. Steps away from entering the security of the theater, a man with a camera man asks, “Miss Beauchamp, is it true your cousin was taken in your place and tortured?” She stops, turning alarmingly pale. Jamie wants to punch to creep out and steal his camera, smashing it to the ground. He knows he can't. He takes a few steps closer though.
“This not the time or place to answer such a question. Excuse me.”
“She was sexually assaulted, dramatized so much she had to leave your employ.”
“Is that even a question.” Tony asks as he tries to guild her through. Jamie gives him props for standing up for her. They can’t get past. Enough. Jamie takes her other arm and presses the jerk out of the way. A path is cleared and they make it inside.
“Are you alright?” he moves her away from the crowd.
“Yes. He was a jerk but they are expected. You and Tony got me through it. I need a seat Jamie.”
”I'm sorry. Of course you do.” They find their assigned seats. She sighs with relief at being seated. The lights go down and the show starts.
The movie, her movie, is very good. She plays a Flapper and Tony the club owner. They have an affair. He is surprised by the graphic nature of those scenes. Claire slips her hand in his and her head on his shoulder.
“There were twenty other people in the room, every move choreographed, and a camera inches from us.” She whispers to him.
He kisses her forehead. They finish watching. Tony's character, George, is killed in the end by mobsters. No one, other then the actors, see it coming, and a gasps arises from the audience.
“Tony can you cover the after interviews. I must be off.” He looks at her.
“Bad is it luv.” She just nods. “I've got you. Home and rest. I know Jamie will see to you.”
“I will. Congratulations. It was really good.”
“Thank you.” They slip out a side door, away from the press. He slips her onto the back of the limo. “Go Rubert.”
“The others?”
“Finishing the interviews. Come back for them
Claire needs home.” He understands and takes off.
Jamie slips her heels off and loosens the back of the gown. She lays shuddering against the pain that is raging through her.
“Hell?” he knows but..
“Yes.” He carries her in and gets her confining clothes off. He slips her into bed with her heating pad. The lights go off. Once again, he sits and keeps vigil.
Warnings: Smut, public sex, public nudity, fingering, dirty talk
Length: 2400 words
Requested: Yes
In your three years dating Josh, you'd done many things and met many people. You'd travelled all around the world, visited landmarks you'd only seen in books and met amazing people you couldn't have fabricated if you'd tried. One of the people you and Josh had become friends with was an actor called Louis.
He was starring in the summer blockbuster of the year and had invited you and Josh to the premier.
At first you turned him down, with you and Josh enjoying the downtime you were getting to stay at home while Tyler and Josh worked on the next album. You didn't want to be bought back to the reality of being the significant other of one member of one of the biggest bands in the world.
But as much as you personally really didn't want to do it, when the label found out you'd turned down a big promotional event for a few more hours of downtime, they advised you to go.
And really you could both see their point so you spent a few days out in LA hiring a suit and a dress.
To be honest, Josh fucking you in the dressing room when you tried your dress on should have warned you about what it did to him but nonetheless you wore it to the premier.
It was a tiny black skintight dress that came to just above your mid thigh at the front and flowed down to the back of your knees. The front of it had two straps that tied around the back of your neck that cross around your hips making the dress backless with the two straps not meeting until just above your bellybutton. The back back and from were kept together by tied velvet strings that Josh stared at for a good five minutes before he figured out how to tie them. It was stunning and classy and Josh loved it (a little too much actually).
He loved that all eyes would be on you and he was the one you were going home with.
Now back in the LA apartment with Josh, you were trying to get ready but Josh's mind was somewhere else.
You'd already done your makeup and the second you put the dress on, Josh had that look in his eyes. You flicked your eyes to look at him in the mirror as you started curling your hair. “What?”
He paused and his eyes darkened with an idea that flashed through his head. He smiled and dismissed the thought with a shake of his head and shrugged. “Nothing.”
“Liar. You’re up to something.”
“Me?! Never.” He knew you had 20 minutes to do your hair before the car came so he wasn’t going to try anything now but you were a little concerned about what he might try later.
“Josh.” You warned.
“I’m not planning anything! Get ready!”
You squinted sceptically but turned around to finish your hair.
Once you’d successfully held it in place with some salt spray, you saw Josh stand, look at the watch on his wrist and walk over to you.
“You look amazing.”
You stand and place your hands on his chest, fiddling with his lapels. “You shine up well yourself.” You smile and look up to the glow of yellow hair, noticing how fluffy it was since you’d attacked him with conditioner a few hours before.
“No. But you look incredible.”
“Stop it.”
He ran his fingers up your bare side that was revealed by the swooping back on the dress. You moved one of your hands down to his wrist and glared at him seductively. His pupils dilated and his smile widened. “Come on.” He teased.
You looked up to him warningly but you couldn’t stop the excited smirk. Despite your disapproval at his actions, you looked at him and you knew that you were so unconditionally in love with him. The last month, doing just what you wanted, in your home, with him; looking after the cat that you’d bought on your second anniversary, spending days in bed and only getting out to order junk food and watch whatever really really shitty movie was on the TV, going for runs together and driving wherever you wanted to just spend time together.
Even on the bad days in your relationship (as few as they were), you never thought about leaving him and the last month had proved to you why you didn’t.
You ran your hand up to toy with his hair and pecked his lips. His arms around you keep you close when you went to pull away and you smiled against his lips.
As if on cue, your phone buzzed that the driver was outside and you forced yourself away from him, to run to the wardrobe and pull on the heels you were planning on wearing. A simple pair of scrappy black heels with strings similar to the ones on the front and back of the dress that crossed up your ankles and kept the heels in place.
You didn’t mind these heels because they didn’t slip off. You were a Vans or Converse kind of person but even you knew that neither would really suit the occasion.
Josh stared at you as you stood, amazed by how lucky he was before you both left the room.
You were arriving a little later than most others because it wasn't necessary for you to spend so much time on the red carpet. A few small time journalists wanted to speak to you but nothing major. You had a few pictures where you posed lovingly besides josh before moving into the premier hall. You had an excited reunion with Luis in the walkway and then you and Josh took your seats.
The seats in the premier hall were large and luxurious, made from leather with enough space to kick your heels off and tuck your legs up.
Josh stared at you as you pulled your knees up and leant away from him. He arched an eyebrow and acted offended when you settled in.
You leant your arm on you knee and outstretched your hand to fiddle with his hair and tease your nails over his scalp.
This is probably where things started to go awry.
You knew what happened to Josh when you played with his hair and he was already being driven slightly mad by your dress.
The film was a typical comedy spy film. Imagine Knight and Day fucked The Tourist (without anyone nearly as attractive as Tom Cruise or Johnny Depp) and you would have gotten Luis’ latest premier.
It wasn’t half bad but it was raunchy and the sex scenes went all out. It was intense and with your continued playing with Josh’s hair, Josh soon moved to lean on your legs and then pulled them over the armrest to lean / hug them.
The premier hall was one of the darkest cinemas you’d ever been in. From the front, no doubt everyone was illuminated but from behind, there was no seeing anything in front of the screen.
You were actually quite enjoying the film but you felt Josh shift and while one hand was hugging your legs into his chest, his other hand snuck under the armrest and ran up the crest of your closed thighs.
You jumped, having not seen which way he’d moved in the dark room but your following heavy breaths gave you away to his deft ears.
You could see his eyes in the light of the cinema screen, showing another raunchy sex scene. You pulled your full lips between your teeth and dragged your hand down the column of your neck. He was staring so intently at you that you licked your lips and hooked your fingers in the laces of your dress and pulled the fabric just enough that one perked nipple was revealed.
Even in the limited light, you saw his eyes darken and his fingers teased lower finding that you hadn’t even bothered to leave your underwear on. He knew that with the revealing front and back of the dress it was implausible for your to wear a bra and whether because of the clinging fabric or the fact that you knew it would excite him, you’d left your panties off too.
In his brain, that meant there was one single item of clothing between you being dressed and you being completely naked.
he pushed slightly harder against your things and slipped between your lips.
You gasped gently and gripped the wrist of the arm that was around your knees.
Your eyes were wide at this point; tragically aware of the fact that your boyfriend was about to finger you in a cinema hall full of movie stars and journalists.
His fingers dragged up your lips, millimetres below your clit and a journalist could’ve ran up to you and asked you to pose for the camera and you still wouldn’t have cared.
With a gaping mouth, your heavy breaths weren't loud, even as he dragged his fingers lower and pushed a digit inside your slick hole.
You released a moan, conveniently as the actress on the screen did the same. You giggled and Josh, pleased, pulled his lip between his teeth, feeling your walls clench with the sound.
He twisted his wrist and pushed a second finger inside, your thighs clenched impossibly harder around him as he curled his fingers and rubbed your g-spot.
As your head went back, not far enough to alert the guys the other side of you as to what was going on less than a metre away, Josh pulled his fingers teasingly out of you and up towards your clit. With his two fingers, he slipped them either side of your sensitive bud before removing one and rubbing small, slow circles around it.
“Fuck,” You only just released a breath loud enough to form the word. You grabbed his wrist and leant forward so you were close to his face, resting on your knees. “Stop it.” But the effort you put in to pushing the words out caused a shaky moan of an intake as you glared at him.
He smirked and used his face and his hand to push your knees apart so he could thrust his fingers back inside you once more and push his thumb up to ever so slightly against your clit.
You gripped onto his hair and licked your lips as he continued his movements. You wished you could reach around and stroke his dick but the way you were positioned, it wasn’t going to happen and he seemed fine with that.
He knew you too well and if he made you cum here, you’d jump him back at the apartment as roughly as he’d wanted to jump you all night.
He pushed harder against your clit and you became sunddenly aware of the conclusion of the sex scene on the screen, which mean that you definitely had to be quiet as Josh continued to work on your clit and rub his fingers against you.
You contorted your body slightly to pull his face closer.
The you couldn't quite reach his lips. “You gonna cum for me?” He asked, knowing that he was speaking loud enough that people might be able to hear. “You dirty whore, you gonna cum for me.”
Your eyes darkened and you puled your lip between your teeth again. “Fuck you.”
He ached an eyebrow and stopped his movements. “Maybe you don’t deserve to.”
You released a brash moan and bucked slightly agent his hand, feeling his fingers still inside you and his thumb against your clit. You breathed deep and continued moving.
He shook his head and chuckled but let you continue.
“Go one then,” He said. “Work your self hard enough that you cum without me going anything.”
With how close he’d gotten you, you didn't have to try hard. You bucked twice as fast and bit your cheek to stop your moans.
As he felt you beginning to clench, he started moving his fingers and thumb. As you climaxed, he was forced to use the hand that had been around your legs to keep your lips closed as you slowly spasmed.
You grabbed his wrist and rode out the orgasm he’d given you. Surrounded by a much higher type of people than you usually associated yourself with, you stared deep into his shadowed eyes and knew that a ridiculous night of revenge was in order.
You forced your hips back and his fingers slipped from your wet hole. You glared at him almost scoldingly but as he moved his arm round and presented to you the fingers that ha just been inside you, you submitted and opened your mouth.
You licked and lapped at his calloused fingers and the film drew to its dramatic conclusion, the main couple kissing as they rode off into the sunset.
there was a round of applause as the lights came up and you and Josh were revealed in the last throngs of your sexual escapade.
Nobody cared, of course. Everyone stood to applaud the main cast of the soon-to-be successful film and you kept your teeth dragging against Josh’s knuckles to keep his slick fingers int your mouth so you could suck every inch of them.
Pursing your lips around them as you finished, you corrected yourself and joined the standing ovation, only realising once you stood how sensitive you were down below.
Josh’s arm around you, with a knowing smirk on his lips kept your grounded as you watched Luis start speaking to the crowd, thanking them for turning up to the event.
In all honestly, you and Josh had turned a publicity event into your own personal sexual growth and the hooded eyes and dark pupils were enough to tell you that the label would be happy with the last few hours and you both were happy with the personal moment you’d been able to have at the back of a premier hall.
