Maeva woke up alone on the couch. She decided to put on her PJs and go to bed. She opened the tele and roamed around the channels. The internal channel gave out news of the day. She noticed that Sky’s shooting location was written as “Interrupted for an undetermined time”. Sky would need a good run after this news. She felt bloated tonight. Her PJ elastic was digging into her tummy. It was not comfortable. She made a mental note to eat less the next few days.
 
Sky was running around the studio’s lot. There was a nice southern set-up at the end of the lot with a swing. He decided to pause there before he continued. His mind went directly back to Maeva and a possible child. He knew he was concerned, but he could not say he was unhappy or disturbed, quite the contrary. It would be their natural child. No need for a donor or a surrogate. It would allow them to live this pregnancy in normalcy, just like all other couples. It was indeed very, very good news. But he would have to wait and be ready if something happened, either way. He started the second part of his run. On his last lap, he saw someone coming towards him, a man’s shape, with hirsute hair; his director.
 
« Hey Sky. Nice run? We are interrupting the filming. The lady is not happy with how the scenario writes the lovemaking scenes.”, the director said, visibly upset.
 
“What exactly didn’t she like, we barely kissed.”, Sky frowned.
“Well, is there something between you and her? I got the feeling she doesn’t like you? Which is quite surprising as most actresses just salivate over you.”
 
“I had never met her before. Heard of her but never been in the same room as her.”, answered Sky.
 
“I had a talk with her agent who said the scenes were different than in the first scenario she read. I mentioned that she read a book. This was a scenario adapted from the novel.”
 
“Do you know the author?” asked Sky.
 
“Yes”, replied the director.
 
“Maybe you can get the writer to work with her for the scenes to be more acceptable to her. Many writers accept to do that.”, Sky knew this from Maeva who accepted to work with the producers, directors and actors.
 
“We called for a different writer to adapt the novel. The original one sold his novel rights and royalties in totality. He wanted a large sum of money and didn’t want to be bothered any further. I think he moved to the Canary Islands. ».
 
“If you do have the rights, just call upon another scenarist to work with her.”, said Sky. Not really understanding why it could not be done.
 
“I asked the ones I knew, but they are busy. I need someone now.”
 
“Well, it probably is not appropriate, I know someone who is a writer/scenarist. The individual goes by a pen name. He does not wish to be known.”, Sky said hesitantly.
 
“Well, that person would need to meet with the actors. Anonymity might not be possible, but maybe you can talk to him? Is he any good?”, the director was interested, Sky could see he was hoping it would work.
 
“Yes, very good and easy to work with. I can ask, but I don’t know how busy the writer is now.”, Sky explained.
 
“When could I meet this person? It would be better for me to talk to him first. Did he write anything I would know about?’”, he was intrigued now.
 
“I will call first thing tomorrow.”, Sky promised.
 
“OK, great. I wished I could talk to this writer now, but it is late.”, he said looking at his watch. “Oh. I didn’t realize it was over midnight. Ok, so, you will not be leaving this location until I speak to her right?”
 
“Yea, yea, sure thing. Goodnight.”, Sky continued his run until he reached the trailer. He looked upon Maeva, saw she was sleeping and undressed to take a shower. When he was done, he gently slipped into the covers. She immediately turned to face him and rested her head on his chest.
 
“You’re back. I love you.”, Maeva mumbled and went back to dreamland. Sky felt so much more protective towards her now that he thought she carried their child. It was an unreal feeling, something he had never felt before. When he saw himself getting into the gay life in his twenties, he assumed he would never have any children. When he started to understand that he was not gay, but more bi and that he did prefer to be with women, he took the decision to find someone to get married to and have kids, but it was not that simple. Wanting to find someone and finding the right one, were two completely different things. Many women in his line of work did not want children. Some did, but it felt more like a transaction than love. A few others lived a party life that was not appropriate for the persona he wanted to present. So, for the last few years he thought children would not be part of his life. Until he met Maeva. He fell asleep caressing her hair and feeling her warm body next to his.
 
Maeva and Sky were both woken up by the vibration of his cell phone. She yawned and stretched. Sky leaned over to his side table to look at his phone. It was Jess. He let it ring and looked at the time. Eight o’clock in the morning. He turned toward Maeva and she smiled.
 
“Good morning, beautiful.”
“Good morning, Mrs. Hawthorne.”, Sky kissed her forehead and jumped out of bed to brush his teeth and pee. “Are you looking Mrs. Hawthorne?”, he asked, joking.
 
“I sure am, Mr. Hawthorne. You are way to interesting for me not to.”, she answered quite seriously.
 
He did his morning duties, washed his hands and turned around, completely naked and facing her. He whispered “Coffee?”, and left to make coffee, still naked.
 
She was keenly aware that all the world knew what he looked like from head to toe, but for the part three inches below his navel to a good three inches below his groin. Even his ass was there for all to see in many movies. He got paid a lot for back nudes. Frontal nudes would even bring more, but he didn’t want to be that kind of an actor, he said. Maeva didn’t fully understand as she knew many actors with good reputations who did do frontals if it was necessary for the story. Personally, she wrote very graphic scenes in her novels. Her opinion was that nudity, love making and crude sexual acts were part of life, it was a type of language used between human beings, and as long as it showed love and pleasure, and was totally accepted by those participating, it was part of how humans lived. Maeva would write about it as crudely as it demanded. It was also her opinion that the world was ready for real sex scenes to be described in novels as well as for those scenes to be showed in movies. She had never approached that subject with Sky as she knew that his upbringing did not consider this appropriate. He would need to read one of her novels once he was finished with the project he was on right now. The reason was that the Studios who bought her novel had retained Sky as the lead role. She was to adapt the novel into the script as soon as she finished this novel. She was sure Sky would back out but thought she would negotiate with him and work with him to adapt it to something he would accept. Worse came to worse, he could get a double for those scenes. Or have a prosthetic done to cover him. She often wondered how she would feel if he accepted to show all and act all. She would think about it when it happened.
 
Sky came back with two mugs. Maeva sat up and took one mug in her hands. Sky set his cup on the side table and turned towards her.
 
“Are you feeling, okay?”, he asked. Concerned.
 
“Well yes, why would I not?”, she asked surprised by the question.
“You have been falling asleep so early these days. I worry.”, he brushed a strand of hair from her face.
 
Maeva put down her cup and put her hands on both his chiseled cheeks, kissed him.
 
“That is because you are exhausting me!”, she said, joking.
 
Sky laughed and picked her up and sat her on his lap. They kissed. She pulled away and drew on his lips with her index finger. He had the most beautiful lips, pouty and full at the bottom, his top lip also full but long and shapely with top edges that were very distinct. His right corner slit going up and the left one, down. The “V” in the middle of his top lip was accentuated and perfectly positionned. He drew away, shaking his head.
 
“Stop, you’re tickling me.”, he laughed awkwardly.
 
“It’s just that you are a perfectly well-made man.”, she said.
 
“If there is one thing I know about myself, it is my face. With all the photo shoots and the movies stills I do, I can tell you that my face is far from perfect. I have a very asymmetrical face.”, he said.
 
“I know. I can tell you all the parts that are different from one side to the other, but when you put them all together, perfection happens”, Maeva assured him.
 
“I dare you. Tell me what is different.”, he continued. His phone vibrated again. It was the director. He ignored it as he didn’t yet speak to Maeva about his conversation. “Hold that thought, my love. I forgot to tell you something. John, the director of the project I am working on, came to talk to me during my late-night run. He informed me that the set was closed for now. He said it was because my co-star didn’t like how the love scenes were written and that they were different from the novel. I understand that it is normal for them to be different as the novel was adapted into a script and they sometimes change a few things to make it more cinematographic or interesting to the public. I asked him about the script writer working with my co-star to adapt the scenes in a way that could be acceptable to her, but it seems the writer gave away his rights and royalties. He mentioned no one was available to do this on such short notice. “, he looked at her, meaningful.
“And you thought of me?”, she asked, knowing where this was going. He nodded affirmatively.
 
“You have not even read anything I wrote.”, she said tilting her face to the side.
 
“I know. I’m sorry about this. I should have. You know I didn’t really have time. But, this is not totally true. You had a document lying around in your home up North. I started to read it while waiting for you once. Then, I felt ashamed because I never asked permission to, and I didn’t say anything, but I loved your writing simplicity. You write mostly with emotions. You link all senses in a scene; how it smells, how it looks, how it feels and the sounds you hear. The memories you described seemed more real because of this.”, he was remembering it while he spoke.
 
“It would never be a problem for you to read me. But what you did was perfect. Never tell me. It might block me. Thank you for the kind words.”, she said, feeling very humbled. “I don’t consider myself a great writer. I like to tell stories. That’s all. And I like to be crude about feelings, and acts. Even acts of love. I want to write what is real. You didn’t get to those parts I assume, as I don’t believe you would approve.”, she said looking at him intently.
 
“What exactly do you mean?”, he was perplexed.
 
“I mean I will describe things as they are and, that includes sex. I will describe down pat to the veins on a penis. All sex acts are described as natural interactions between humans; all actions are presented as normal. Well, that is unless the story goes on the traumatic experiences. I will also describe them crudely, or as identical to how a person will live, feel, smell and see the event.”, Maeva hoped this wouldn’t be their first disagreement.
 
“Are you talking about pornographic material?”, he asked, now worried.
 
“Never. But this depends on your definition of pornography. If nudity is tough to look at for you and you think that that is on the side of what is called “pornography”, I would then assume you would consider my novels as hard-core pornography. But if a fully honest description of a rape with all its atrocities, or a beautiful lovemaking scene, with all its most honest and intimate gestures simply represents real life and makes you reach more within your inner feelings then, I simply write about life.”, she hoped he would understand. Sky held his head down. A curl hung low on his forehead, and his hair was disheveled in what he called his “morning mop”, which she loved so much. He lifted his eyes to her. In that position, they were clear blue. His heterochromia was on his top half of both eyes. If his lids covered the brown, you could only see blue. It transformed to whole way he looked. She remembered reading that directors loved to play with how they filmed his eyes, to set different moods.
 
“There is nothing you can do that I will not support you in. I think I should get to reading what you write. Are you ashamed of your writing? Is that why you use a pen name?”, he was asking a good question, as Maeva did wonder about that herself at the beginning.
 
“I thought there might be some of that when I first reflected on it, but I seriously did that because my first novel contained real life people, hidden under other names, but still, some people could have recognized themselves. Also, the actions they did in the story were  real-life situations, dramas and sometimes, crimes or illegal actions. I felt it would be easier to hide my real identity. It might deter people from recognizing themselves and, I would be able to write freely, without the fear of hurting specific individuals. That is the real reason.”, her answer made total sense to Sky. He hugged her, thinking how wonderful she was.
 
“To get back to how we started this conversation, do you want me to link him with you?”, Sky asked, keeping her entrapped in his arms.
 
“I would first like to know how this would affect us. If it would help you in the actual circumstances and, if it might cause friction between us.”, Maeva said quietly.
 
“According to Jess, my agent and most of my team, this movie could finally get me to be considered as a serious actor, not only as a physical actor. I don’t see this happening. You know I don’t particularly like doing romances, even though I don’t do so bad in them. As for causing unwanted situations between each other, it is true we never worked together and it does cause tension between most people as the studio puts on a lot of pressure to perform and to finish filming quickly. I do not know how this could affect us.”, his gaze was completely honest. He was still nude, was laying on his left-side, resting his head on his left hand, his arm bent at the elbow showing his huge bicep, his chest was hairy. His beautifully sculpted abdomen muscles were followed by a trail of dark brown hair leading to his flaccid penis resting on his left thigh. Even in this state, his penis was formidable looking. His right leg was bent at the knee. His thighs were beautifully sculpted muscles under hairy skin. He rested his head on her thigh. Maeva was drinking her coffee and looking at every inch of him.
 
“I am used to being looked at, but the way you look at me is so different. Most of the time, I feel like a piece of meat out there. With you, I feel your gaze wrapping me in love.”, he kissed her thigh. She put down her coffee, ran her fingers through his hair, felt his cheek skin prickly with beard stubbles. He turned quickly and bit her fingers playfully. She laughed. Bent down to kiss him. He grabbed her head with both hands and kept her there, his lips on hers. Her nose rubbed on his chin, his nose squished under her chin. She got up laughing and rubbing her nose.
 
“You are so prickly!”, they both laughed, play wrestling on the bed. Naturally he ended up on top of her. He held both her arms stretched over her head and started to cover her with little love bites interspaced with kisses.  He was not flaccid anymore.


 

Maeva woke up alone on the couch. She decided to put on her PJs and go to bed. She opened the tele and roamed around the channels. The internal channel gave out news of the day. She noticed that Sky’s shooting location was written as “Interrupted for an undetermined time”. Sky would need a good run after this news. She felt bloated tonight. Her PJ elastic was digging into her tummy. It was not comfortable. She made a mental note to eat less the next few days.

 

Sky was running around the studio’s lot. There was a nice southern set-up at the end of the lot with a swing. He decided to pause there before he continued. His mind went directly back to Maeva and a possible child. He knew he was concerned, but he could not say he was unhappy or disturbed, quite the contrary. It would be their natural child. No need for a donor or a surrogate. It would allow them to live this pregnancy in normalcy, just like all other couples. It was indeed very, very good news. But he would have to wait and be ready if something happened, either way. He started the second part of his run. On his last lap, he saw someone coming towards him, a man’s shape, with hirsute hair; his director.

 

« Hey Sky. Nice run? We are interrupting the filming. The lady is not happy with how the scenario writes the lovemaking scenes.”, the director said, visibly upset.

 

“What exactly didn’t she like, we barely kissed.”, Sky frowned.

“Well, is there something between you and her? I got the feeling she doesn’t like you? Which is quite surprising as most actresses just salivate over you.”

 

“I had never met her before. Heard of her but never been in the same room as her.”, answered Sky.

 

“I had a talk with her agent who said the scenes were different than in the first scenario she read. I mentioned that she read a book. This was a scenario adapted from the novel.”

 

“Do you know the author?” asked Sky.

 

“Yes”, replied the director.

 

“Maybe you can get the writer to work with her for the scenes to be more acceptable to her. Many writers accept to do that.”, Sky knew this from Maeva who accepted to work with the producers, directors and actors.

 

“We called for a different writer to adapt the novel. The original one sold his novel rights and royalties in totality. He wanted a large sum of money and didn’t want to be bothered any further. I think he moved to the Canary Islands. ».

 

“If you do have the rights, just call upon another scenarist to work with her.”, said Sky. Not really understanding why it could not be done.

 

“I asked the ones I knew, but they are busy. I need someone now.”

 

“Well, it probably is not appropriate, I know someone who is a writer/scenarist. The individual goes by a pen name. He does not wish to be known.”, Sky said hesitantly.

 

“Well, that person would need to meet with the actors. Anonymity might not be possible, but maybe you can talk to him? Is he any good?”, the director was interested, Sky could see he was hoping it would work.

 

“Yes, very good and easy to work with. I can ask, but I don’t know how busy the writer is now.”, Sky explained.

 

“When could I meet this person? It would be better for me to talk to him first. Did he write anything I would know about?’”, he was intrigued now.

 

“I will call first thing tomorrow.”, Sky promised.

 

“OK, great. I wished I could talk to this writer now, but it is late.”, he said looking at his watch. “Oh. I didn’t realize it was over midnight. Ok, so, you will not be leaving this location until I speak to her right?”

 

“Yea, yea, sure thing. Goodnight.”, Sky continued his run until he reached the trailer. He looked upon Maeva, saw she was sleeping and undressed to take a shower. When he was done, he gently slipped into the covers. She immediately turned to face him and rested her head on his chest.

 

“You’re back. I love you.”, Maeva mumbled and went back to dreamland. Sky felt so much more protective towards her now that he thought she carried their child. It was an unreal feeling, something he had never felt before. When he saw himself getting into the gay life in his twenties, he assumed he would never have any children. When he started to understand that he was not gay, but more bi and that he did prefer to be with women, he took the decision to find someone to get married to and have kids, but it was not that simple. Wanting to find someone and finding the right one, were two completely different things. Many women in his line of work did not want children. Some did, but it felt more like a transaction than love. A few others lived a party life that was not appropriate for the persona he wanted to present. So, for the last few years he thought children would not be part of his life. Until he met Maeva. He fell asleep caressing her hair and feeling her warm body next to his.

 

Maeva and Sky were both woken up by the vibration of his cell phone. She yawned and stretched. Sky leaned over to his side table to look at his phone. It was Jess. He let it ring and looked at the time. Eight o’clock in the morning. He turned toward Maeva and she smiled.

 

“Good morning, beautiful.”

“Good morning, Mrs. Hawthorne.”, Sky kissed her forehead and jumped out of bed to brush his teeth and pee. “Are you looking Mrs. Hawthorne?”, he asked, joking.

 

“I sure am, Mr. Hawthorne. You are way to interesting for me not to.”, she answered quite seriously.

 

He did his morning duties, washed his hands and turned around, completely naked and facing her. He whispered “Coffee?”, and left to make coffee, still naked.

 

She was keenly aware that all the world knew what he looked like from head to toe, but for the part three inches below his navel to a good three inches below his groin. Even his ass was there for all to see in many movies. He got paid a lot for back nudes. Frontal nudes would even bring more, but he didn’t want to be that kind of an actor, he said. Maeva didn’t fully understand as she knew many actors with good reputations who did do frontals if it was necessary for the story. Personally, she wrote very graphic scenes in her novels. Her opinion was that nudity, love making and crude sexual acts were part of life, it was a type of language used between human beings, and as long as it showed love and pleasure, and was totally accepted by those participating, it was part of how humans lived. Maeva would write about it as crudely as it demanded. It was also her opinion that the world was ready for real sex scenes to be described in novels as well as for those scenes to be showed in movies. She had never approached that subject with Sky as she knew that his upbringing did not consider this appropriate. He would need to read one of her novels once he was finished with the project he was on right now. The reason was that the Studios who bought her novel had retained Sky as the lead role. She was to adapt the novel into the script as soon as she finished this novel. She was sure Sky would back out but thought she would negotiate with him and work with him to adapt it to something he would accept. Worse came to worse, he could get a double for those scenes. Or have a prosthetic done to cover him. She often wondered how she would feel if he accepted to show all and act all. She would think about it when it happened.

 

Sky came back with two mugs. Maeva sat up and took one mug in her hands. Sky set his cup on the side table and turned towards her.

 

“Are you feeling, okay?”, he asked. Concerned.

 

“Well yes, why would I not?”, she asked surprised by the question.

“You have been falling asleep so early these days. I worry.”, he brushed a strand of hair from her face.

 

Maeva put down her cup and put her hands on both his chiseled cheeks, kissed him.

 

“That is because you are exhausting me!”, she said, joking.

 

Sky laughed and picked her up and sat her on his lap. They kissed. She pulled away and drew on his lips with her index finger. He had the most beautiful lips, pouty and full at the bottom, his top lip also full but long and shapely with top edges that were very distinct. His right corner slit going up and the left one, down. The “V” in the middle of his top lip was accentuated and perfectly positionned. He drew away, shaking his head.

 

“Stop, you’re tickling me.”, he laughed awkwardly.

 

“It’s just that you are a perfectly well-made man.”, she said.

 

“If there is one thing I know about myself, it is my face. With all the photo shoots and the movies stills I do, I can tell you that my face is far from perfect. I have a very asymmetrical face.”, he said.

 

“I know. I can tell you all the parts that are different from one side to the other, but when you put them all together, perfection happens”, Maeva assured him.

 

“I dare you. Tell me what is different.”, he continued. His phone vibrated again. It was the director. He ignored it as he didn’t yet speak to Maeva about his conversation. “Hold that thought, my love. I forgot to tell you something. John, the director of the project I am working on, came to talk to me during my late-night run. He informed me that the set was closed for now. He said it was because my co-star didn’t like how the love scenes were written and that they were different from the novel. I understand that it is normal for them to be different as the novel was adapted into a script and they sometimes change a few things to make it more cinematographic or interesting to the public. I asked him about the script writer working with my co-star to adapt the scenes in a way that could be acceptable to her, but it seems the writer gave away his rights and royalties. He mentioned no one was available to do this on such short notice. “, he looked at her, meaningful.

“And you thought of me?”, she asked, knowing where this was going. He nodded affirmatively.

 

“You have not even read anything I wrote.”, she said tilting her face to the side.

 

“I know. I’m sorry about this. I should have. You know I didn’t really have time. But, this is not totally true. You had a document lying around in your home up North. I started to read it while waiting for you once. Then, I felt ashamed because I never asked permission to, and I didn’t say anything, but I loved your writing simplicity. You write mostly with emotions. You link all senses in a scene; how it smells, how it looks, how it feels and the sounds you hear. The memories you described seemed more real because of this.”, he was remembering it while he spoke.

 

“It would never be a problem for you to read me. But what you did was perfect. Never tell me. It might block me. Thank you for the kind words.”, she said, feeling very humbled. “I don’t consider myself a great writer. I like to tell stories. That’s all. And I like to be crude about feelings, and acts. Even acts of love. I want to write what is real. You didn’t get to those parts I assume, as I don’t believe you would approve.”, she said looking at him intently.

 

“What exactly do you mean?”, he was perplexed.

 

“I mean I will describe things as they are and, that includes sex. I will describe down pat to the veins on a penis. All sex acts are described as natural interactions between humans; all actions are presented as normal. Well, that is unless the story goes on the traumatic experiences. I will also describe them crudely, or as identical to how a person will live, feel, smell and see the event.”, Maeva hoped this wouldn’t be their first disagreement.

 

“Are you talking about pornographic material?”, he asked, now worried.

 

“Never. But this depends on your definition of pornography. If nudity is tough to look at for you and you think that that is on the side of what is called “pornography”, I would then assume you would consider my novels as hard-core pornography. But if a fully honest description of a rape with all its atrocities, or a beautiful lovemaking scene, with all its most honest and intimate gestures simply represents real life and makes you reach more within your inner feelings then, I simply write about life.”, she hoped he would understand. Sky held his head down. A curl hung low on his forehead, and his hair was disheveled in what he called his “morning mop”, which she loved so much. He lifted his eyes to her. In that position, they were clear blue. His heterochromia was on his top half of both eyes. If his lids covered the brown, you could only see blue. It transformed to whole way he looked. She remembered reading that directors loved to play with how they filmed his eyes, to set different moods.

 

“There is nothing you can do that I will not support you in. I think I should get to reading what you write. Are you ashamed of your writing? Is that why you use a pen name?”, he was asking a good question, as Maeva did wonder about that herself at the beginning.

 

“I thought there might be some of that when I first reflected on it, but I seriously did that because my first novel contained real life people, hidden under other names, but still, some people could have recognized themselves. Also, the actions they did in the story were  real-life situations, dramas and sometimes, crimes or illegal actions. I felt it would be easier to hide my real identity. It might deter people from recognizing themselves and, I would be able to write freely, without the fear of hurting specific individuals. That is the real reason.”, her answer made total sense to Sky. He hugged her, thinking how wonderful she was.

 

“To get back to how we started this conversation, do you want me to link him with you?”, Sky asked, keeping her entrapped in his arms.

 

“I would first like to know how this would affect us. If it would help you in the actual circumstances and, if it might cause friction between us.”, Maeva said quietly.

 

“According to Jess, my agent and most of my team, this movie could finally get me to be considered as a serious actor, not only as a physical actor. I don’t see this happening. You know I don’t particularly like doing romances, even though I don’t do so bad in them. As for causing unwanted situations between each other, it is true we never worked together and it does cause tension between most people as the studio puts on a lot of pressure to perform and to finish filming quickly. I do not know how this could affect us.”, his gaze was completely honest. He was still nude, was laying on his left-side, resting his head on his left hand, his arm bent at the elbow showing his huge bicep, his chest was hairy. His beautifully sculpted abdomen muscles were followed by a trail of dark brown hair leading to his flaccid penis resting on his left thigh. Even in this state, his penis was formidable looking. His right leg was bent at the knee. His thighs were beautifully sculpted muscles under hairy skin. He rested his head on her thigh. Maeva was drinking her coffee and looking at every inch of him.

 

“I am used to being looked at, but the way you look at me is so different. Most of the time, I feel like a piece of meat out there. With you, I feel your gaze wrapping me in love.”, he kissed her thigh. She put down her coffee, ran her fingers through his hair, felt his cheek skin prickly with beard stubbles. He turned quickly and bit her fingers playfully. She laughed. Bent down to kiss him. He grabbed her head with both hands and kept her there, his lips on hers. Her nose rubbed on his chin, his nose squished under her chin. She got up laughing and rubbing her nose.

 

“You are so prickly!”, they both laughed, play wrestling on the bed. Naturally he ended up on top of her. He held both her arms stretched over her head and started to cover her with little love bites interspaced with kisses.  He was not flaccid anymore.

 

 

 

Maeva had not made up her mind yet about rewriting scenes for Sky and his co-star, but Sky decided he had to bring her back so, he might as well just go and drive back if need be. As they got ready to return home, he texted Jess about his personal belongings. He didn’t know if the location would change or if they would come back to film at this studio.

 

“Are you ready Mrs. Hawthorne? Your backpack attached properly?”, he asked as he got on his Ducati motorcycle.

 

“I am as ready as can be. I can’t wait. I just love motorcycles.”, she answered putting on the helmet he handed her.

 

“You do? I didn’t know that? Can you ride one?”, he was surprised.

 

“I used to own one in my teenage years, more of a scooter type thing, but it made me feel somewhat like horse riding. It’s the best feeling.”, Maeva got on the seat behind him, easily. She never ceased to amaze him. The perfect woman? You bet! And off they went into the sunset. The sun had in fact started to descend and the summer sky was pink and red, as if heated by flames from a chandeleer. Maeva had her arms wrapped around him and realized his size would make holding on slightly more difficult. As if Sky heard her or felt it some how he pushed back his body against hers and leaned a little less on the cycle’s handles. Her helmeted head was pressed on his muscular back; her cheek felt his leather jacket. The motor roaming, the smell of gas and leather mixing with the countryside wildflowers and moss perfumes were elating.

 

“Are you doing ok, my love?”. Maeva almost jumped at the sound but realized the helmets were on a shared speaker and mikes.

 

“Great! I love this. Maybe we should go for cycle runs on some evenings?”, she squeezed him slightly.

 

“I would enjoy that so much.”, he answered. “There is a ranch coming up. I often go there to ride. My horse is kept there.”

 

“I didn’t know you owned a horse! That’s wonderful. I wanted a horse all through my childhood and there was a possibility for me to own one as there was a boarding place not too far from my home, but my parents always said it was too expensive. I often wonder how it would have changed my life to own a horse.”.

 

“He would have become you best friend and confidant.”, Sky answered.

 

Parents rarely realize how much they can change their children’s destiny by putting a stop to a child’s passion. Her love of horses and horseback riding was real. She would have lived a totally different life. She would have had a passion, another interest than just wondering alone daydreaming. She would not have met boys so young, would not have fallen in love so early in her life and everything would be different. She could have become a jumping champion or an instructor herself. Now that she reminisced about her childhood, she realized that parents were more than guides. They were positive or negative game changers. She noticed the countryside was now starting to look more inhabited, more houses appeared as they drove by. At one point, Sky stopped and turned to finally park in front of a motorcycling shop.

 

“Time to get you leather pants and a jacket, my love. I would feel better knowing you are more protected. Oh, gloves also. You should have boots too.” She took off the helmet and was a little ambivalent, but she went along. Security first, always. The shop owner was there and seemed to be expecting Sky. They hugged, as if they were old friends.

 

“So, this is the lucky lady? Welcome, Mrs. Hawthorne to my modest shop. I already prepared some models I think you might appreciate.”. The man was the perfect stereotype for a motorcycle owner. A shaved head, a long back beard and nose, eyebrow and ear rings. He was skinny and as tall as Sky.

 

“Thank you very much. Please call me Maeva.”, she said pleasantly.

 

He showed her some colored ensembles and some black ones. She immediately said she would prefer black leather. Sky’s leather jacket had a stripe the color of his cycle: indigo blue. One jacket had the same and she had her eyes on that one. She tried it on and it fit like a glove, somewhat a little tight on her bosom, but she said it would be fine. She chose a pair of gloves, but all the boots felt too heavy.

 

Fifteen minutes after entering the shop, they were back on their way. She had on her leather jacket, pants and gloves. The second part of the drive was not as pleasant. Downtown London traffic was the cause.

Yvonne had the supper ready as they entered the house. The dogs ran from the far end of the dog park directly to the French doors, which Sky opened to greet them. Maeva had gone directly to the bedroom to change and have a shower. She was so hot in the leather suit. Sky probably felt the same as he joined her immediately as she turned on the water. She found it really pleasant to shower with him, even if it did not end in lovemaking. She knew Sky was really hungry now and would probably just play around with her and keep the rest for later. He started to lather her up. She did the same for him, doing his back really rubbing like he liked it. He rubbed her labia slowly, she did the same to him. His penis was already engorged, but not fully. He embraced her, whispering how much he loved her. She hugged him and then took his shampoo and washed his hair. She let him rinse it. He looked quickly at her, to see if she was well rinsed.

 

“Now, let’s eat? I’m ravenous.”, he walked out of the shower and started to dry himself. “I think I am self digesting right now.”. Maeva knew it was a must for him to eat if he was hungry, at least to have a quick shake. It was not a joke, what he said about self-digesting. If he didn’t eat right away, he could lose muscle weight.

 

“Go ahead my love. I will join you as soon as I am done.”, she said.

 

“Are you sure?”, he asked kind of pleading. She nodded yes and blew him a kiss. That was a part of him other people took for self centeredness or narcissism. She understood it more as the rules he needed to live by to do the work, he did. He could be very self-centered if you considered that training every afternoon of everyday instead of spending the day with her, was a choice he made. Maeva knew it was not. It was an obligation he had to his fans, his team, the set crew and cast. When she arrived, he had set the plates on the table outside and was into the second part of his meal. There as no wine on the table, only a beer. She went in the direction to take a bottle of wine, when she stopped herself. She could be pregnant. She turned around and noticed Sky had seen her and was looking directly at her. He lifted his head, put it slightly back and opened his mouth taking a deep breath. She went to the counter, served herself of the wonderful meal Yvonne had prepared; a Sunday roast. She added more meat than she would normally with lots of veggies. She saw the water was on the table. She understood that Sky knew. No wine, just water. And he saw her turnabout when she remembered she could probably not drink alcohol. She approached the table, set her plate down and sat. Only then did she lift her eyes to look at him. He smiled at her, took her hand in his and kissed it. It was as if he was telling her, it was okay. He would wait until she was ready to tell him. But he knew. She saw it in his eyes. She also saw sheer happiness, which was comforting.

 

“The roast is delicious, and finally, roasted potatoes. I don’t think I will be able to swallow sweet potatoes anymore. I will need to let them know to not serve them to me.”, he said discouraged but enjoying his meal.

 

“Didn’t you try that before? Telling them not to serve you sweet potatoes?”, she seemed to remember him mentioning that a while back in Canada.

 

“Well, this time, it will be for real. They always get me to tolerate them again by informing me of the mineral content which is much superior to white potatoes. But not this time,”, he warned. She ate but felt bloated and couldn’t finish her meal. Sky noticed but didn’t say anything to her. When they were done, he cleaned up the table and made some tea. Maeva said she wanted to take a walk with the dogs. He decided to run, asked her to take the same road and he would meet her on his way back and end by walking back with her.

 

The walk was refreshing. She still felt the uncomfortable heat of being on the motorcycle in traffic. It was indeed a hot day, but the evening was just perfect. She could see Sky as a little pinpoint on the path. She was so happy in this life. She wasn’t at all convinced that it would be a good thing to embark on this rewriting offer. It was tempting. It could be her entry into the film industry. But did she even want that? She never wanted it before. She didn’t want fame. No interest at all! She saw Dogo had wandered off to the left. She called him back on the path. He did not return. He continued to go further on his left. She didn’t know the landscape that well yet but knew that was someone else’s property. She told her two dogs to sit and stay, which they did. She tried to pass in between two fence posts. It didn’t work. She looked at her tummy and looked back at the fence posts. Clearly, she should be able to fit through. What was happening? She looked at her belly and now knew, it was real. She would have to speak and ask for a blood test. She was relieved to see Dogo running back towards her, as there was no way she was getting through. She also heard her name being called out from far away. Sky was running back. Dogo went after him, the two other dogs followed suit. Maeva loved watching Sky run. She liked watching him whatever he was doing. She couldn’t believe she was having this man child. She smiled. As he got close enough, she saw the radiant smile on his face. Could he possibly become the father to the baby she was carrying? She had to tell him. They had to share this together, whatever the outcome. She wondered why he didn’t ask her. How could he wait so patiently? Like right now, she saw his eyes go to her belly and quickly went up again to her face. He really knew, but he chose to stay silent. She would tell him tonight when they would be in bed.

 

“Hey you Beautiful! Have I met you before?”, Sky said slowly slowing down looking at his watch trying to slow down his heart.

 

“This not a proper way to greet a lady, sir!”, Maeva answered playfully with an accent. He laughed.

 

“Very good British accent! You always surprise me, don’t you?”, he looked at his watch again walking about, signaling her that they could be on their way back. “Wow, cardio by sex really works. I will have to back on the Late Show to let Jimmy Fallon know, it wasn’t a joke.”. Sky took her hand in his and brought it to his mouth, kissing it.

 

“Oh, so you had not put it into practice? That was just to excite the ladies?”

 

“And the men!”, he added quite proud. “I have quite a large following from the gay community.”

 

“Won’t they be sad you sold out to the other team?”, she retorqued, laughing.

 

“Some will. I know one or two in particular. But mostly the gay community understand that you can fall in love with a person, not a gender. I am not concerned about my fans anymore.” he said quite seriously.

 

“Yes. I was made aware of the hateful comments that appeared on Caroline’s social media. I also came about some, others, not naming you, but it is clear it is about you.”, she said to him looking at his facial expression.

 

He seemed to know what she was talking about. He put his arms around her shoulders, drew her to him, kissed her passionately. She placed her hands on both sides of his face and kept on kissing him looking deeply into his dark eyes; the sun dipping into the horizon, left the air heavy with darkness, rendering his eyes brown.

 

Back home, everyone got comfortable; after some water, the dogs all went in their separate corners. Maeva changed into her PJ and Sky made a shake, drank it and took a shower, all before Maeva came to the living room with tea for two.

 

“Well, it is nine o’clock and you seem to be feeling chipper still.”, he said taking his traditional spot on the couch.

 

“Ummm…Will you be upset if I fall asleep in your arms?”, she asked shily.

 

“Do you want to go to bed now?”, he asked quite innocently.

 

“Let me try to drink my cuppa, ok?”, she said this in a very proper British accent.

 

“Are you taking lessons, or what? You’ve got a perfect accent. Really!”, he was flabbergasted.

 

“Well no, but I hang around you a whole lot.”, she said, still with the brit accent again. Sky took her in his arms and laughed calling her his “lovely wee girl”. They kissed for a while. He stopped, breathing hard, took her into his arms bringing her to the bedroom. After laying her down, he took off his shirt and shorts and stood there, fully erect, just looking at her. Maeva didn’t’t take her eyes off him. He was magnificent and he knew it. He felt no shame at showing his private parts now that he had been told they were just as beautiful as he was. She took of her nightie and panties. He pulled her to the end of the bed slowly by her ankles. She giggled, surprised by the unexpected movement. He then pulled her into a sitting position, and he kneeled on the floor. He pushed her legs apart with his muscle strained thighs and approached closer until the tip of his penis touched her. She moaned in delight as it had landed on her clitoris and the feeling was just thrilling. He remained in this exact position, not moving closer but approach his face to hers and licked his lips as he did so often, which was almost an enticement to sex. He then stuck out his tongue, licked her lips softly. He moved his hips forward, just a little, like not even 1 cm closer. She gasped at the sensation. Again, staying immobile, he parted her lips with his tongue and licked her teeth, parting them and met her tongue, which he started to play with using his tongue. He approached his hips closer again, drawing away slightly and then, opened his mouth wide and thrusted his tongue deeper inside her mouth just as he came forward and reached the entrance of her vagina. She gasped in pleasure. She tilted her hips so the tip of his member, wet with precum, slipped into her easily. It was his turn to gasp and moan with pleasure. Sky helped her as she wrapped her legs around him and he drew her towards him entering deeper into her. Her hand cupped his chin and jaw and she just pushed her mouth on his as if she wanted to eat him. He responded by taking her head in his hands and meeting her pushing motion head on.

 

“Why is sex so unbelievably good with you? Why is it so exciting and emotion-filled every time?”, Sky mumbled while biting her bottom lip and trailing his mouth down to her breasts.

 

“Because we were made for each other like I never knew could be possible. Every part of you fits perfectly into me and every part of me fits perfectly on you.”, Maeva answered with a voice filled with desire and passion. Sky started to be more rhythmical in his thrusts, making them deeper and slower, as if to go as deep as he could. He felt her before he heard her moans, the contractions of her orgasm tightening the walls of her vagina around his shaft with such strength that it felt like she was milking him, making him come into her uncontrollably, his own spasms sending her into another orgasm that squeezed his already pulsing member until he felt completely emptied and out of breath. He finally sat back on his feet bringing Maeva with him, her thighs on his and her head resting, out of breath, on his sweaty chest hair. He kissed the top of her head and caressed her hair.

 

“Are you ok, my love?”, he was always worried he might have hurt her. She was so small compared to him. Sometimes he was worried he would break her.

 

“I am so very good. Keep me in your arms, please.”, she said softly. Sky smiled with pride. He felt so much more of a man since they had started being intimate. She made him feel like the most wonderful man in the world, not only beautiful, but also the best well-rounded man. He was proud of who he was when he was with her. And so proud to be able to be the one giving her so much pleasure.

 

“Sky, my love, I have to tell you something, and this is probably as good a time as ever.”, she said softly. She felt a pause in his breathing. He took out his legs from under him, so she was now resting directly on his groin between his hard tummy and his strong massive thighs.

 

“I’m listening.”, he said.

 

“You know how we have talked about you wanting a family eventually? Maeva asked.

 

“Yea, yea, sure.”, Sky was listening.

 

“You felt this was not the time right now as you are at the apogee of your career. You were thinking more about in a few years, when you could switch to a different king of stardom. Right?”, she thought she was reporting their discussion well.

 

“I did say that, in the sense that, if we can plan it, or have to because we cannot get pregnant without help, that is what I would prefer. This does not mean that it ‘has’ to be that and only that!”, Sky wanted her to understand this well.

“Well, it is true that I have almost no periods now. I did mention that to you, right? This does not mean that I am unfertile, but that I am getting older, going towards menopause. Many women at my age still ovulate, just not regularly nor frequently.”, she said.

 

“Yea. I know.”, he took her shoulders in both hands and slowly brought her away from him, so he could see her face and eyes. “What are you telling me Maeva?”, he was very serious now.

 

“You know how I haven’t been feeling my best these days…”, She started, but Sky cut her off abruptly.

 

“You are pregnant?”, Sky was already excited.

 

“I am not sure Sky. I also don’t know if it will be viable because of past surgeries, and I haven’t done any test yet.”, she was trying to warn him about being too happy, too soon.

 

“Did you buy a pregnancy test?”, he asked.

 

“I did.”, she answered.

 

“But you didn’t do it?”, he asked.

 

“No, I didn’t have the courage.”, she said.

 

“How about we do it now? Together?”, he said, hopeful.

 

“OK.”, she said her eyes down. When she finally lifted her eyes, she saw so much happiness and love in his face, that she started to feel much better. “It is one of those sticks you need to pee on.”, she explained.

 

“I’ll be peeing with you Beautiful.”, he said laughing. “C’mon! Let’s pop into the restroom.”, Maeva got up.

 

They were both naked in the bathroom. Maeva, not too comfortable, having an audience while peeing.

Sky crouching near her.

 

« C’mon Sky! Could you pee in this situation? I am totally blocked.”, Maeva said quite frustrated. Sky turned his head away, laughing.

 

“I know what pee is and how it’s done, you know. I’ve been peeing on my own since my knob was a wee one.”

 

Maeva got it done while he was turned away although he looked back quickly.

 

“It’s done! Take a paper towel or a tissue if you want to hold it, as Sky was hand signing to give it to him.

 

He looked at his watch and grabbed it from her.

 

“I’ll just wash my hands after. My mouth and hands actually spend quite some time in that area of yours and I am still alive, you know.” He said mischievously. Maeva blushed and stayed open mouthed. Sky grinned and closed it shut with a kiss. He looked at his watch again and at the stick. He looked at her with his asymmetric eyebrows look.

 

“Do we have to wait the full 10 minutes?”, he asked.

 

“Why? It is showing a positive result, already?”, Maeva got up quickly and thy both looked at the stick and the watch. The positive result was quite evident. They waited without saying a word until the ten minutes mark. Sky set the stick down on the counter, washed his hands. Maeva stood there watching him, wondering why he was so slow to react. He wiped his hands and turned towards her. His eyes were red and watery, but his smile was as beautiful as ever. He opened his arms for her to come into them. He held her close and sobbed, truly sobbed, hiding his face in her neck. She stroked his head and kissed wherever she could land kisses on, mostly on his head.

 

“It’s OK, Sky. It will be OK. Whatever you want, for whatever reason, we will do it. I will never ask you to put a stop to your career. It comes first; I acknowledged this from the get-go. Getting pregnant was an impossibility for me. Please Sky. All will be ok. Please look at me! I am completely confused right now, and I don’t know what to do.”, she almost cried it out. He took a few seconds to calm down, lifted his head and looked at her with so much love and hope in his eyes that she was even more confused. He took her face in his hands, kissed her gently.

 

“I am not concerned at all for my career. I just cannot handle the swelling in me. It’s as if my heart has gotten so big that it fills me with unbearable happiness. At the same time, I can’t stop myself from asking “Why me?”, “Do I really deserve all this?” and I am afraid it will all be taken away from me, somehow.”, he started to sob again.

 

“Sky, Sky, we can’t think like that. This is our Judeo-Christian upbringing making you feel this way. On a more spiritual level, we each have a path to follow and choices to make along it. You are following your path and so am I. Our path just crossed, were meant to cross. No guilty feeling should be attached to our happiness. We don’t pay for past mistakes; we simply follow the path of our choice when it gives us options. We both could have turned each other down, preferring to follow our paths alone. We chose to be together. This is the outcome of both our choices.” Maeva said, smiling through her own tears, crying freely now. Sky wiped his face with his arm, such a childish gesture. Maeva thought that he also cried like a child, without restraint. He stopped, took a tissue, turned away to blow his nose.

 

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know what gets into me. I am like this sometimes, when I am alone, I mean in my personal life. I am not like a superhero.”, he started to wipe her tears. “And look what I have done now, caused you to cry. I am so sorry my love. I am not sad. I know its looks like it, but it is the complete opposite to being sad. I am ecstatic. I AM GOING TO BE A FATHER!”, he screamed so loud, she wondered if the whole neighborhood had heard him. Maeva jumped on him. Her arms around his neck and he picked her up bringing her face to his. He kissed her hard, pushed himself back, looked at her, red eyes, wet face, smile and all, and kissed her again so tenderly.

 

“Well Mrs Hawthorne, we are going to have a baby!”, they were both still naked, and they both felt him growing hard again.

 

“That is what becoming a father does to you? He must know his job is done, right?”, Maeva said, laughing.

 

“Are you seriously laughing at this beauty? Look at it!” he said grinning, standing sideways, now almost fully erect.

“Why, aren’t we full of ourselves this morning Mr. Hawthorne? You know you are beautiful, in any state of arousal, or not. I hope you took what I said as a joke. Even if his job is done, practice is important, you know?”, she laughed hard this time, so did Sky. He hugged her again. They walked to the bed, got under the blankets, cuddled and slowly fell asleep discussing who they would announce it to, first.