That One Night - Part 3
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The next couple of days consisted of the cast recording the soundtrack in the sound studio. Pierce was not thrilled about it at all. He felt small, like an ant looking up to the top of a skyscraper. He was afraid; afraid of embarrassment, of failure, and more importantly, of looking like a fool in front of Meryl Streep. Luckily he had Colin and Stellan to help him through the long days of recording and stress, both of whom were equally frightened of the microphone and the sounds of their own voices. If recording the music wasn’t bad enough, choreography sessions were being held the following week, and they were brutal. Learning the steps and doing them over and over and over again all day and night made everyone tired and sometimes irritable, but Pierce’s mood stayed up thanks to his lovely dance partner. Meryl was thrilled about the dancing, she was always the type of person who was confident in herself and never afraid to look foolish, and it helped that she had past experience and training. When she learned that Pierce was to be her partner throughout the sessions, she was both amused and nervous about it. James Bond dancing and prancing around was going to be a sight to see for sure, but she couldn’t help but feel slightly intimidated when those blue eyes of his were looking into hers. Pierce was prepared for the fact that he was going to make a fool of himself when the lesson was underway and Meryl was getting a laugh out of it. He hopped around and made silly faces at her to make her laugh, or at least that’s what she thought he was trying to do. However, it turned out he wasn’t joking around at all. “Don’t laugh at me, I’m trying my best! I’m not perfect like you!” he rested his hands on his knees, out of breath as the director of choreography called for a 15 minute break. She couldn’t help but giggle at him.
“Don’t be such a baby, you’re doing fine” she laughed again and sat down with the rest of the cast. “Besides, it’s not my fault you’re out of shape.” She arched her eyebrow at him. Teasing him was just too fun and he made it way too easy.
“Out of shape? I’m not out of shape!” he rolled his eyes and stood behind her. Meryl laughed that infectious laugh he had grown to love so much over the past few weeks and reached back to rub his stomach. He instantly started to flex his stomach muscles in the hopes that rock hard abs would magically appear, but his efforts failed him as Meryl giggled and looked over her shoulder at him.
“Mr. Brosnan, flexing is not going to fool or impress me” she turned back around smiling to herself and he could feel his face burning as it turned red. Damn her. How did she have this affect on him? He never felt embarrassed or shy around women, not ever, nor did he ever feel the need to impress one as much as he wanted to impress her. She was different, and he liked it.
Choreography continued and Pierce made a fool of himself again, but he didn’t mind so much. He was too preoccupied watching Meryl dance like a professional. Not a step out of place, not a beat behind, the way she moved sent chills through his body. She really was perfect. Meryl was having the time of her life, she hadn’t felt this young in a long time and she was loving every second of it. After a few more long hours of intense dancing, the choreographer called it quits for everyone for the evening. Thank God too; Pierce didn’t think he could handle much more of this in one day. He was tired and wanted nothing more but to go to his hotel room and sleep for a week, but something in him told him no. His eyes found Meryl across the room talking with the directors and his heart fluttered. He was dead tired but he wanted to spend time with her. Shakily he approached her and rubbed the back of his neck. “So umm... I know you’re probably tired after all of this but uh… do you want to go get something to eat or… something…?” he laughed nervously, feeling like a huge idiot, though he was pleasantly surprised by her answer.
“Sure, I’d love to” she smiled at him. “But we should probably clean ourselves up first or we’ll scare the whole town away” she giggled and he smiled at her humor.
“Right, I’ll meet you at your hotel in an hour?”
She nodded as she picked up her bag and headed for the door. “Can’t wait.”
Pierce rushed to clean himself up the moment he stepped into his room. He wanted to impress her. He stepped into the bathroom to turn on the shower and looked into the mirror at himself. He was a sweaty mess, his hair was all over the place, and stubble was starting to find its way onto his face. He shook his head; he had a lot of work to do in so little time. Meanwhile, Meryl was in her room getting ready. She took a quick bath, pulling her hair up as not to mess it up, there was no time to pretty it all up again. She got out and searched for something to wear. She wasn’t sure if she should dress fancy or casual. She finally decided on a light pink summer dress and matching heels. Not too fancy but not completely casual. Pierce had taken care of his shower, shaved his face and dabbed on some aftershave, and threw on a crisp white button up shirt and jeans with a black Armani blazer. He looked at his watch. 5 minutes until he was supposed to meet her. He walked out of his room and to the elevator. Her room was 3 stories higher than his. He became impatient waiting in the elevator to arrive at her floor. All he wanted to do was see her. Finally the doors opened and he walked down the hallway to her door. He knocked lightly and she answered just seconds later. He couldn’t believe his eyes when she walked out of her room. Her dress, her eyes… everything. She was amazing, gorgeous, beautiful. No amount of words could describe just how amazing she looked in his eyes. Meryl looked at him from head to toe. He cleaned up very nicely, and the top buttons of his shirt undone like that was sexy. She scolded herself on the inside, she shouldn’t be thinking another man is sexy, but he just was, and she was sure thousands of other women would agree with her. Pierce took her hand and kissed it softly. “You look beautiful” he winked at her and she nearly melted in his hand.
“And you look very handsome” she giggled and walked with him to the elevator down to the lobby and into a cab. They arrived at a small pub on the quiet side of London. Neither of them felt like going somewhere crowded where they would be recognized by fans, or even worse: paparazzi. They were the only ones there besides an older gentleman and a younger couple. They sat in a small booth in the corner of the pub and they ordered pizza and a few beers, nothing fancy.
“So you pretty much kicked my ass today at the choreography” he laughed and shook his head. “How the hell do you do it?”
“Well, for one, you have to be in shape” she giggled as he pouted and made a sad face at her.
“You’re not very nice to me” he frowned and couldn’t help but let a small smile form on his lips. “You know, I’m actually a pretty good dancer.”
Meryl nearly choked on her beer from laughing so hard. “You? A good dancer? After what I saw today?” she teased.
“Ha ha, very funny! Not everything is work and choreography Ms. Streep” he smirked and stood up, offering his hand to her. “May I have this dance?” he smiled and nodded his head toward the small open space near the jukebox in the back of the pub. She looked down at his hand and up into his eyes. She took his hand and he guided her to the open space and began slow dancing with her, his hand holding hers and the other resting on her lower back. They moved slowly as one to the songs playing in the background. Meryl was impressed. After seeing his dancing earlier she hadn’t expected much but he was right. He was a damn good dancer when it came to this kind of stuff. He was a romantic for sure. “So was I right? Or was I right?” he smirked and she giggled at his cockiness.
“Okay, okay. I was wrong” she smiled and looked up into his eyes, his gorgeous eyes. And God, the smell of his aftershave was to die for. He was as irresistible as women around the world claim. She was in a trance, and so was he. They danced for what seemed like hours. He held her closer and hummed to the tune of the songs playing. It was relaxing to her. She rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes. So this must be what it feels like to be Mrs. Brosnan… what a lucky bitch. She sighed; she could stay like this forever. The way he moved with her and the music… it was all so calming, and after the long day they had, she felt like she could fall asleep in his arms. The beer wasn’t helping either. Pierce noticed her sleepiness and stopped their slow swaying.
“You look tired” he smiled looking down at her. “I think we should get you back to your room.” She nodded her head and allowed him to guide her out of the pub; she was too tired to argue. Darkness had settled on London and with the darkness came cold air. She was shivering in just her summer dress as they walked along the sidewalk toward the hotel. Pierce, ever the gentleman, peeled off his blazer and carefully put it over her shoulders in the hopes that it would keep her warm for the rest of their walk. She smiled at this gesture. No one had done something like this for her in a long, long time, not even her husband in recent memory.
They walked in silence, just enjoying the company of each other and Pierce was a little disappointed once they arrived at the hotel. He didn’t want to say goodbye, he could spend every minute of every day with her. They took the elevator up to her floor and Pierce stood leaning against the wall next to her as she fished for her room key out of her purse. She finally found it and opened the door slightly before turning to look at Pierce. “Thank you for tonight... It was really amazing, I had a great time like I always do with you” she smiled. Pierce nodded and smiled to himself.
“I had a great time too”. And there they were again, his eyes staring straight into hers. It felt to her as though he could read her just by looking at her like that. His eyes were, ironically, piercing. She looked down at her feet and started to take his blazer off to give it back to him but he stopped her abruptly. “No, please, keep it. Don’t worry about it”. She looked up at him again and smiled. Pierce Brosnan, giving her his own jacket. Holy shit.
“Thank you, Pierce. Good night” she was about to turn to walk inside of her room but she was frozen in her tracks as she saw him stepping closer to her, his face just millimeters apart from her own. And that’s when it happened. She felt his lips on hers and she didn’t know what to think. She couldn’t think at all at the moment, all she could think about was the feel of his lips on her own and how much she liked it. She kissed him back and it wasn't a short kiss but a lingering one. Unfortunately for her, a little bugger called guilt began to creep into the back of her mind. She was half relieved and half disappointed when he pulled away.
“Good night, Mary Lou” he kissed her on the cheek and left with a wink. She bit her lip and stared after him. Meryl hadn’t expected that at all, and as she walked into her room and laid down in her bed, she couldn’t even believe it had happened. Why? What did this mean? How do I handle this? Is it bad that I liked it? Am I allowed to like something like that? Is this considered cheating? Holy shit, Don! How could I have done this? What is happening? The questions and thoughts ran through her mind at a remarkable speed and she couldn’t keep up. She tried to block out her mind, and conscience for that matter, and closed her eyes. Sleep would be the best option right now, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the feel of his lips on hers, and how it had felt so wrong, but oh so right.