Part 7
Rays of light peeked through the curtains that blocked the windows and brought the light of a new morning into the hotel room occupied by the world’s greatest living actress. What was hidden in darkness the night before was now very literally brought to light. Wet clothes were scattered across the floor of the bedroom, a battlefield of remains left by the passionate storm that engulfed the room the night before. The duvet was just barely hanging onto the corner of the bed, half of it lying in a pile on the floor. A stray pillow, which had surely been thrown out of someone’s way, was sitting in the doorway of the bathroom. Everything about the room spoke chaos, except for the two calm and sleeping bodies lying in the middle of the king sized bed, wrapped around each other as if they were one, and the only thing covering their naked bodies, their sin, a thin white sheet.
He was the first to wake up late that morning, just as he had been the last to fall asleep after that night. The night. Their night. They had done the deed and they had done it several times late into the night. All of their pent up passion and lust had been released. It was the night that seemed to have lasted forever, a night he himself wished could last forever. She had fallen soundly asleep lying on top of him, her head against his broad chest and her beautiful golden locks spread out over him. He couldn’t bring himself to sleep, no matter how exhausted he had been. He watched her and held her. He wasn’t sure if this was a onetime thing or something more to her but he wanted to stay awake as long as he could and savor the moment, just in case. Keep the picture of her cuddled up against him fresh in his mind, even though it was something he knew he would never forget. When he woke up that morning, he didn’t know if last night had been real or not. It seemed way too good to be true, but he realized that he was in her room, and the warm body next to him reminded him that it had been a sweet reality. A dream come true.
She dreamt that night. It was a vivid dream, probably the most vivid dream she had ever had. Pierce Brosnan had taken her to bed, in her own hotel room. What a hell of a dream that had been. God, her friends would get a kick out of that. But her husband probably wouldn’t like it if he knew she was dreaming about other men, especially if he knew she was dreaming about sleeping with them. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right? She opened her eyes, smiling to herself at her thoughts. She didn’t know what time it was but she felt like she had been sleeping for ages. Her body was sore. Maybe she had slept in the same position for too long? That was probably it. She was just about to close her eyes again when she realized something. Something was pushed up against her back. Whatever it was, it was keeping her quite warm despite the fact that she was wearing no clothes and only a thin sheet covering her. Wait, no clothes? And not only that, but something was slung over her body, a similar feeling to when Don would cuddle up against her at night and sling his arm around her. She slowly moved her eyes down to see what it was. An arm. No way… She slowly turned around and was greeted by piercing blue eyes. Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, dear God what have I done? She knew what she did. She had done him. It hadn’t been a dream at all, no wonder it had been so vivid, so real.
“Good morning, beautiful” his voice snapped her out of her thoughts, his sexy voice with an audible hint of Irish accent. It was to die for. She looked at him for a moment, taking him in. His hair was a mess but it was a hot mess. She wanted to jump on him right then. How was it that he was still so gorgeous, even in the morning after a night of wonderful, amazing, passionate sex?
“Hey…” she whispered to him and bit her lip. Too many emotions were running through her head. She had cheated on Don. And she had thought a simple dream about sleeping with Pierce would break his heart, well the real thing would surely tear him to pieces if he ever found out. She wondered if Pierce felt as shitty as she did. He didn’t look like it. He looked like he hit the lottery. How could he be so happy after what they had done? He had a wife and kids too, surely he felt guilty of the betrayal they had just done to them.
Pierce watched her; he knew she was thinking because she wasn’t saying anything. She was looking at him but she was somewhere else. He knew what she was thinking about. Of course. She feels like shit for sleeping with me, she’s going to say it was a mistake and it will never happen again. She’ll want to forget. Her conscious is going to get the best of her. He felt pretty shitty on the inside too, when he really thought about it. He had cheated on his wife. The woman who had brought him back from a terrible place after his first wife had passed away. The woman who had given him a new reason to live. The woman who had given him two amazing little sons. Of course he felt guilty. Keeley didn’t deserve this and neither did his kids. But he couldn’t help it, as pathetic as it would sound. He liked Meryl. He always had, but meeting her was something else. There was something about her, something about them. They had clicked right away and were practically inseparable throughout each day of filming so far. There was a spark in the air between them whenever they were together, just waiting to be ignited. A kiss or even a simple look into the other’s eyes could set it off, easily. Last night it erupted, it burst out of them and quite frankly, he was glad it happened.
“Mer..?” he looked at her with desperate eyes. She looked up at him, her eyes said it all. She was falling apart.
“What did we do? Do you have any idea what we’ve done?” she spoke, no emotion in her voice.
“I know… But-”
“No, I don’t think you do. You look happy for some reason, like this is a blessing or something. No. This is terrible. We’ve fucked up, big time. This is the opposite of a blessing; this is a huge fucking sin. We slept with each other, and we’re married to other people. How can we live with ourselves now? How could we have been so stupid? Shit, we’re going to hell for this!” She had gotten up out of the bed and thrown on her robe, now pacing back and forth next to the bed as her emotions overcame her.
“Meryl, please, listen to me.” He was trying to calm her down but she wouldn’t let him speak.
“I don’t know what made this happen. Lust, loneliness, I don’t know. I guess that would make sense. Yeah, I’m sure it was just lust. And being all the way out here in Greece without sex for weeks probably just drove us over the edge.” She was trying to justify it to herself in some way, but she didn’t know how badly her words were hurting him. “I think you should go Pierce, please, for me. I need to be alone.” She looked at him with cold eyes. He couldn’t believe it. How could she stand there and try to tell him that loneliness and lust were the sole causes for what had happened last night? There was something there between them and he knew that she felt it too. Why was she ignoring it? Why was she trying to brush this off like it was nothing, some stupid mistake? He got up and quickly put on his clothes as he found them littered all across the floor. He wanted to stay here with her and cuddle with her all day, more than anything. But apparently this meant nothing to her, and maybe he had been stupid to think that Meryl Streep, married for nearly thirty years, could have some type of deep feelings for him. She followed behind him as he left the bedroom and walked to the door of the hotel room to leave. He put his hand on the door handle and turned around. He couldn’t leave without telling her how he felt.
“Don’t you ever try and tell me that lust made me do what I did last night. You’re not me, you have no idea how I feel. Maybe it was just lust for you but it sure as hell wasn’t for me. There is something between us, Meryl. I’ve felt it since the day I met you. I know you’ve felt it too. I don’t think you’re the kind of person that would act solely on desire.” He searched her eyes for something, anything, but he was getting nothing. What had happened to the Meryl he had grown close to over the past couple of weeks? “Okay, take your time and think about everything. I’m sorry I’ve caused you so much grief. When you’ve calmed down and figured things out…” he pulled a spare room key out of his pocket and placed it on the small table by the door. “…You know where to find me. If you come, I’ll know that you don’t regret last night. I’ll know that this wasn’t just some stupid mistake to you. I’ll know that you feel what I feel. If you don’t, then I will try to leave you alone, if that’s what you want. Goodbye, Mary Lou.”
He was the first to wake up late that morning, just as he had been the last to fall asleep after that night. The night. Their night. They had done the deed and they had done it several times late into the night. All of their pent up passion and lust had been released. It was the night that seemed to have lasted forever, a night he himself wished could last forever. She had fallen soundly asleep lying on top of him, her head against his broad chest and her beautiful golden locks spread out over him. He couldn’t bring himself to sleep, no matter how exhausted he had been. He watched her and held her. He wasn’t sure if this was a onetime thing or something more to her but he wanted to stay awake as long as he could and savor the moment, just in case. Keep the picture of her cuddled up against him fresh in his mind, even though it was something he knew he would never forget. When he woke up that morning, he didn’t know if last night had been real or not. It seemed way too good to be true, but he realized that he was in her room, and the warm body next to him reminded him that it had been a sweet reality. A dream come true.
She dreamt that night. It was a vivid dream, probably the most vivid dream she had ever had. Pierce Brosnan had taken her to bed, in her own hotel room. What a hell of a dream that had been. God, her friends would get a kick out of that. But her husband probably wouldn’t like it if he knew she was dreaming about other men, especially if he knew she was dreaming about sleeping with them. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right? She opened her eyes, smiling to herself at her thoughts. She didn’t know what time it was but she felt like she had been sleeping for ages. Her body was sore. Maybe she had slept in the same position for too long? That was probably it. She was just about to close her eyes again when she realized something. Something was pushed up against her back. Whatever it was, it was keeping her quite warm despite the fact that she was wearing no clothes and only a thin sheet covering her. Wait, no clothes? And not only that, but something was slung over her body, a similar feeling to when Don would cuddle up against her at night and sling his arm around her. She slowly moved her eyes down to see what it was. An arm. No way… She slowly turned around and was greeted by piercing blue eyes. Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, dear God what have I done? She knew what she did. She had done him. It hadn’t been a dream at all, no wonder it had been so vivid, so real.
“Good morning, beautiful” his voice snapped her out of her thoughts, his sexy voice with an audible hint of Irish accent. It was to die for. She looked at him for a moment, taking him in. His hair was a mess but it was a hot mess. She wanted to jump on him right then. How was it that he was still so gorgeous, even in the morning after a night of wonderful, amazing, passionate sex?
“Hey…” she whispered to him and bit her lip. Too many emotions were running through her head. She had cheated on Don. And she had thought a simple dream about sleeping with Pierce would break his heart, well the real thing would surely tear him to pieces if he ever found out. She wondered if Pierce felt as shitty as she did. He didn’t look like it. He looked like he hit the lottery. How could he be so happy after what they had done? He had a wife and kids too, surely he felt guilty of the betrayal they had just done to them.
Pierce watched her; he knew she was thinking because she wasn’t saying anything. She was looking at him but she was somewhere else. He knew what she was thinking about. Of course. She feels like shit for sleeping with me, she’s going to say it was a mistake and it will never happen again. She’ll want to forget. Her conscious is going to get the best of her. He felt pretty shitty on the inside too, when he really thought about it. He had cheated on his wife. The woman who had brought him back from a terrible place after his first wife had passed away. The woman who had given him a new reason to live. The woman who had given him two amazing little sons. Of course he felt guilty. Keeley didn’t deserve this and neither did his kids. But he couldn’t help it, as pathetic as it would sound. He liked Meryl. He always had, but meeting her was something else. There was something about her, something about them. They had clicked right away and were practically inseparable throughout each day of filming so far. There was a spark in the air between them whenever they were together, just waiting to be ignited. A kiss or even a simple look into the other’s eyes could set it off, easily. Last night it erupted, it burst out of them and quite frankly, he was glad it happened.
“Mer..?” he looked at her with desperate eyes. She looked up at him, her eyes said it all. She was falling apart.
“What did we do? Do you have any idea what we’ve done?” she spoke, no emotion in her voice.
“I know… But-”
“No, I don’t think you do. You look happy for some reason, like this is a blessing or something. No. This is terrible. We’ve fucked up, big time. This is the opposite of a blessing; this is a huge fucking sin. We slept with each other, and we’re married to other people. How can we live with ourselves now? How could we have been so stupid? Shit, we’re going to hell for this!” She had gotten up out of the bed and thrown on her robe, now pacing back and forth next to the bed as her emotions overcame her.
“Meryl, please, listen to me.” He was trying to calm her down but she wouldn’t let him speak.
“I don’t know what made this happen. Lust, loneliness, I don’t know. I guess that would make sense. Yeah, I’m sure it was just lust. And being all the way out here in Greece without sex for weeks probably just drove us over the edge.” She was trying to justify it to herself in some way, but she didn’t know how badly her words were hurting him. “I think you should go Pierce, please, for me. I need to be alone.” She looked at him with cold eyes. He couldn’t believe it. How could she stand there and try to tell him that loneliness and lust were the sole causes for what had happened last night? There was something there between them and he knew that she felt it too. Why was she ignoring it? Why was she trying to brush this off like it was nothing, some stupid mistake? He got up and quickly put on his clothes as he found them littered all across the floor. He wanted to stay here with her and cuddle with her all day, more than anything. But apparently this meant nothing to her, and maybe he had been stupid to think that Meryl Streep, married for nearly thirty years, could have some type of deep feelings for him. She followed behind him as he left the bedroom and walked to the door of the hotel room to leave. He put his hand on the door handle and turned around. He couldn’t leave without telling her how he felt.
“Don’t you ever try and tell me that lust made me do what I did last night. You’re not me, you have no idea how I feel. Maybe it was just lust for you but it sure as hell wasn’t for me. There is something between us, Meryl. I’ve felt it since the day I met you. I know you’ve felt it too. I don’t think you’re the kind of person that would act solely on desire.” He searched her eyes for something, anything, but he was getting nothing. What had happened to the Meryl he had grown close to over the past couple of weeks? “Okay, take your time and think about everything. I’m sorry I’ve caused you so much grief. When you’ve calmed down and figured things out…” he pulled a spare room key out of his pocket and placed it on the small table by the door. “…You know where to find me. If you come, I’ll know that you don’t regret last night. I’ll know that this wasn’t just some stupid mistake to you. I’ll know that you feel what I feel. If you don’t, then I will try to leave you alone, if that’s what you want. Goodbye, Mary Lou.”