It was technically in the script, but Dana wasn’t sure she had done it strictly for that reason. No one would know based on this angle that it was happening, which meant she could have saved it for later when they were shooting a wider shot. Then again, no one would know that Samara had pressed her sex against Dana’s thigh either from this angle or any other, and that hadn’t been in the script. Bray was supposed to kiss Stella’s neck next, so Dana’s lips were on the move. She was only supposed to pretend to kiss Samara there because the camera wouldn’t see if she was actually doing it, but she was going for authenticity. She pressed her lips to Samara’s neck and felt Samara cling to her.
“We–” Samara began, which was the entirety of that line because the fight was supposed to start breaking out.
They would add that in later, so Dana pulled back and turned to see what was going on, even though nothing was actually happening in this shot.
“We should go,” she said.
“And cut!” Reed yelled.
Dana turned back to check on Samara right after, and Samara looked like she’d been thoroughly kissed, which was what, Dana supposed, sheshouldlook like.
“Um…” Reed started. “That was…”
“My first take. I can do better,” Dana said, but her eyeswere still on Samara.
“No, that was… perfect,” Reed said, and Dana turned to her then. “I kind of want you to kissmenow, Dana,” she joked, and a few people laughed. “I mean, damn.”
“It was okay?”
“It was exactly what we needed,” Reed replied. “We’ll do it again for coverage, but we might just be able to use the first take. Holy shit.” Reed shook her head in disbelief.
When Dana looked over at Bryce, Bryce actually lifted an eyebrow at her and gave her a smirk. Dana just shook her head and turned back to Samara.
“Areyouokay?” she asked softly. “Was it too much?”
“No,” Samara said with a soft smile. “Reed’s right.”
“Can we get some touch-ups in there before we go again, please?” Reed asked.
Dana couldn’t believe she was getting paid to do this. She’d just made out with Samara Barber and would get to do it again and again until they wrapped for the night, and then, again and again until they wrapped the movie.
Still, before the hair and makeup people pulled them apart, she moved into Samara for a second, and checked in a near-whisper, “Really?”
Samara nodded at her.
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They’d wrapped around eleven, and Samara had walked off to her trailer without saying goodbye to her, leaving Dana wondering if they reallywereokay, because they’d shot that kiss scene ten times, with Reed trying to ensure they had more than enough coverage of that and that the sound on their lines had been decent. At one point, they’d taken a break to reset a light because a bulb had gone out, but Bryce had grabbed her during, so she hadn’t been able to check on Samara again.
Once home, Dana had taken a shower, wanting to get all of the makeup and hair product off her, and climbed into bed. She was more than exhausted and ready for some sleepbecause they would be back at this early tomorrow. Her lips were kiss-swollen, which they hadn’t been in a while, but it was nice. Dana smiled up at her ceiling then, thinking that it was Samara who had made them that way, going for it with every single take and even nibbling at Dana’s bottom lip unexpectedly in one of them, which had turned her on in a way it shouldnothave.
When her phone rang, she picked it up and glanced at the readout, surprised to see Miles calling her. He worked at the catering company, and they’d exchanged numbers about a year ago, when he had asked her out. They’d had one date, but he’d been a little pushy, wanting to go back to his place after he had paid for dinner, which Dana hadn’t appreciated, so she hadn’t gone out with him again. He hadn’t called her since.
“Miles?” she asked.
“Hey. She’s a bitch, huh?”
“Sorry. What?” Dana asked.
“This Samara Barber woman. I got put on her dinner duty tonight.”
“I know. I was there when you delivered her food.”
“And it was fine, but she just called the boss, asking for a snack. I was about to head home, but I had to make some kind of juice thing for her because the juice shop she normally orders from was closed,andI had to deliver it to her hotel room because she was already gone for the night.”
“Sorry; why does that make her a bitch?”
“It’s after eleven. What the hell did she need the fucking juice for? She couldn’t just make it herself?”
