Dana had gone back inside, and a minute later, Samara and Bryce had walked in. Samara had returned to her position sans robe, so Dana had done the same and waited for Reed to yell, ‘Action,’ after their intimacy coordinator had checked in and Samara had assured her that she’d been fine. Samara was still tense under her touch, but a little better than before. They didn’t have any lines for this part of the scene, so Dana pretended there was slow, sexy but not-too-sexy music playing over their lovemaking, something that had lyrics in it to inspire the audience to believe that these two characters were meant to be, and when Bray was supposed to stare down at Stella, Dana did and smiled warmly atSamara, knowing full well that it was her and not Stella that she was looking down at.
“And cut,” Reed said.
Having gotten the shot, Reed was ready to move on, but to do that, they needed to do a whole reset, which meant they had at least the next few hours off, and some PA would alert them when they were ready to pick back up again.
“Can we talk?” Dana asked when they had their robes on and were heading toward their trailers.
“You don’t want to get some sleep?” Samara asked.
“I’m okay,” she said.
Samara nodded. Her trailer was the closest to the set, so she let Dana inside and followed her in before she closed and locked the door behind them.
“My dinner will be later. Do you want a snack or something?” Samara asked. “Or do you want to go to the tent and get something for yourself right now?”
“Ifyouneed a snack, grab one, but I’m not hungry,” she replied, wanting to touch her.
“I’m okay,” Samara said this time.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes! Will you please stop asking me if I’m sure about everything? It’s annoying. I know you’re trying to be nice, but it’s too much, Dana. I’m sure about things. When I’m sure, I do them. When I’m not, I wait until I am, or I just don’t do them. It’s really not that complicated, okay?” Samara walked through the open door to her bedroom. “Now, if you’re not hungry or tired, you can get in here and–”
“Fuck you?” Dana finished, following her inside.
“Do you not want to? I thought that was what–”
Dana closed the bedroom door behind her and leaned back against it. Samara was already sitting on the bed and had her sandals off. She was wearing a white cotton robe, a pair of barely-there bikinis, and a strapless bra that they had been able to hide under the blanket. Dana was wearing the same.
“You want me to just take what I want, right? Not ask if you’re sure?”
“Yes. It’s hotter that way,” Samara said. “And… Dana, I trust you. I don’t… think you’d do anything to hurt me. I’m not just talking about in bed, either.”
Dana smiled and kicked off her own flip-flops, leaving them by the door, before she took a few steps toward the bed.
“You were wrong,” she said, kneeling.
“What about?”
“I don’t want to fuck you, Samara,” she said, reaching for the belt holding Samara’s robe together.
“Then, why are you on your knees right now?”
Dana pulled on the belt, and the robe shifted a little but didn’t fall away like it would in a movie. Dana reached for it and slowly pushed at the sides, revealing skin that she kissed spot by spot as her arms slid inside the robe and around Samara’s back. Samara spread her legs for her, letting Dana get closer, and it took a few minutes, but finally, Samara’s hands went to Dana’s back, sliding under the robe from the top as Dana continued to kiss her skin.
When Samara pushed her own robe off and down to her sides, Dana stood up. Samara looked up at her, her eyes questioning what was happening, so Dana looked down at the belt on her own robe. Samara’s eyes followed. Then, her hands reached for it and pulled until the robe hung off Dana’s body. Dana didn’t move. She needed Samara to do this next part. If she just took Dana’s robe off, it would tell her that Samara only wanted sex. If Samara stood and kissed her skin in the same way Dana had just done for her, it would tell her that Samara understood that they were making love.
Samara chose to stand up, and Dana let out a breath. Samara reached for the robe at her collarbones and lowered it, letting it drop to the floor as she took in Dana’s body, her eyes raking up and down before a hand went to Dana’s breast over the bra, and her other hand moved around Dana’s neck. Samara pressed herself almost fully against Dana then and kissed her neck. Her kisses weren’t fast, hard, or heated. They were soft, sometimes barely there, and her lips skated over Dana’s skin, causing goosebumps to develop in their wake.
Dana’s hands rested on Samara’s hips. She wasn’t making any moves to touch or have anything that would get either of them to take this faster. She just caressed and massaged and carefully placed kisses on Samara’s shoulder, silently telling her thatthiswas what she wanted; this was what they needed right now: to understand that yes, they could have sex, and Dana could fuck her against any and every surface that Samara wanted, loving every second of it, but they could also havethis.
When Samara walked behind her and continued kissing Dana’s back, she knew that Samara was in this just as much as she was now. Her fingers worked at the clasp of the strapless bra, and it fell away. Dana only realized that Samara’s bra was gone, too, when Samara’s front pressed to her back, and she felt her breasts and hard nipples against her shoulder blades. Dana gasped. Samara’s hands moved around until they were massaging both of Dana’s breasts. Dana had a hand around the back of Samara’s neck, encouraging her to continue kissing her neck while she played with Dana’s nipples, bringing them to peaks and then softly stroking them to relax them once more.
“God, I love your body,” Samara said on a gasp of her own, speaking the first words either of them had said in several minutes. “I never want to stop touching it.”
Dana smiled. This was the real Samara now. She knew it. They hadn’t talked like this before, but this was Samara being honest with her, being vulnerable again, and taking whatshewanted, which was, apparently and thankfully, Dana.
“Your breasts are perfect,” Samara added. “I just want to keep touching them like this.”
