Foundations: Engine Heart (5)
The moment Simon calls action, Kat knows she is in deep shit. She lights up the herbal crap that props decided would be the spliff for the entire series. Tastes a little like actual grass…or something. The lighter shakes in her hand, the “spliff” fumbles out of her mouth, and Lily-is just-is just fucking staring at her. Not to mention they are sitting by a lake-well pond-in their underwear about to do a lesbian love scene with 50 men gaping at them.
“Earth to Kathryn Prescott. You there?” Lily sticks her face right in Kat’s.
“Oh my god. Jesus-Simon sorry, I got really… erm… cold. Spaced out a little bit.”
“Okay. Guys take five. Lily and Kat… figure it out. Please.” Simon stalks off.
“Come here Kitty.” Lily’s long arms open.
Kat stares at her.
“Oy, get your bum over here.” Lily grabs Kat and pulls her into a hug. Kat sinks into Lily. “That’s it, my fiery redhead.” Lily snorts, squeezes Kat.
“Your what?” Her arms wrap around Lily’s back.
“My fiery redhead. Got a problem with that?”
Lets her chin rest on Lily’s shoulder, “No. No problem.”
“Kat?”
“Yeah?”
“We’ve rehearsed this scene, like a million times. What’s going on?”
Kat retracts from the embrace; plays with the bottom of her jumper. “I know. But not like this? I mean we haven’t… taken things off. It was always just… going through the motions. I don’t know. I’m nervous.” And it’s all too fucking real she thinks. Looks at the pond instead of Lily; doesn’t want Lily to know that she still hasn’t dropped the subject that night.
“I am too. And the fact that there are loads of men here is probably not helping.” Lily plays with the vodka bottle. “But-we know it Kat, and you trust me, right? No surprises. I promise.” Lily looks straight at Kat. “Trust me, Kitty.”
Kat hates being unsure, but nods anyway, grabs the herbal shit, looks at Simon, who is smoking while drinking a steaming cup of something.
She croaks, “Ready.” Stares at Lily, searching for some reassurance.
Barely hears Simon shout “Action.”
But her hands suddenly have a mind of their own; takes Lily’s hands, pulls her in, places them next to her mouth. Lily is a little wide-eyed, but goes along with the reversal. Kat firmly grips the back of the blonde’s head; watches as Lily inhales.
They pull apart, a little stunned. The camera follows Kat as Lily takes the chance to spit the god-awful taste out. Kat smiles a little bit as she exhales the smoke.
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Can’t feel her toes when Lily leans into kiss her- Emily… to kiss Emily- Kat blames it on superb acting.
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“BLOODY BLUBBERING BRILLIANT GIRLS!” Simon hops up from his chair, spilling his tea.
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They take a five-minute break before shooting the sequence. Simon wants them to be fully prepared.
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Decides that kissing with lips closed is the only way not to become a trembling nervous wreck.
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It’s a simple take. Lily pushes her down to the ground; her lips firm on Kat’s. Kat flips them over, trying to take control. Simon described it as a push-pull of wanting; Naomi’s “over whelming need to control everything, and succumbing to her very strong feelings, versus Emily’s need to control it, being that she’s played this fantasy out in her head way too many times.” (To which Kat nervously giggled) Then Lily flips them over again; their legs entangle, and Lily runs her hand under Kat’s shirt. Simple.
Only Lily kisses her too early, Kat goes down too easily, Lily’s lips are too soft on hers, almost sucking, and Kat has to muster up all of her strength to actually roll on top of Lily, because every fiber of her being has just melted. And then Lily tops her again, and Kat thinks she may have died due to lack of breathing. Lily timidly runs her hand under Kat’s shirt, and Kat gets fucking goose bumps like any of this actually means anything.
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There’s a really stiff silence on set. Kat tries to ignore it. Focuses on dragging Lily up, kissing her neck. Lily strips Kat of her over shirt, and Kat in return helps Lily shrug off her ridiculous shirt.
Kat lets out a short breath as Lily grips her thighs, pulls her in.
There’s an awkward pause between them. Kat scrambles to remember what happens next.
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With a sudden rush, Lily is pushed down.
“Ow.” Lily murmurs into her neck.
“Sorry.” Tells it to Lily’s ear. Places her lips back on Lily’s. Scoots down Lily’s body, feels Lily’s thigh press up. Her body weight shifts back over Lily. Her hand slides down Lily’s body; rests on Lily’s thigh. Bites her lip when Lily-Naomi- moans.
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Lily brings Kat’s face to her own, and Kat pulls Lily up.
Hastily her yellow tank top is removed, and Lily’s hand snakes down onto Kat’s thigh. She grips the back of the blonde’s head, accidentally nipping her lip.
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Simon had said, “At this point, Emily needs to loose all control. Passion overtakes her. She’s in control now. Okay go!”
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Back on the floor again. Kat has the sudden urge to feel Lily’s skin. Her hand skims Lily’s neck, and then stops on her collarbone.
Don’t fuck this up Kat she thinks as she presses her lips to Lily’s skin, which is oddly reminding her of fire. Stretches a line of kisses down Lily’s chest to her stomach.
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Sits back on her knees, kissing her hand, attempting to make kissing noises. Watches as Lily gasps, grabs at the blanket. Watches in awe. And suddenly it over.
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“CUT!”
Kat looks over to Simon, who is beaming, “That was… so incredibly… fragile. Well done, girls.”
She and Lily are covered with blankets. She looks at Lily, who is literally just staring again. Makes Kat feel oddly comforted.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. I’m just… spent. No pun intended.” The blonde cracks a smile. “I feel like a just did I porno.”
“You’re living up to your name, then. According to my mum.” She feebly attempts at a joke.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Lily smacks Kat’s arm.
“What? The first time I introduced you to my parents, my mum commented on how you have the perfect porn star name. I’m not saying that you do. I’m saying blame my mum.”
“I apparently missed that whole interaction.”
“That would be because you were going to the loo.”
“Ah.”
“For the record, I actually rather like your name.” Kat readjusts her position, snuggles more into the blanket.
Lily grins, “Do you?”
“I do indeed.”
Lily body bumps Kat, and then proceeds to just lean. Nearly tips Kat over.
“So, feedback. Go.” Lily looks up at Kat.
“What’d you mean?”
“The very hot, very steamy, lesbian sex scene we just performed. Feedback!”
Kat giggles; then blushes. Reminds her self to look up on Google how to control blushing. “It was alright. I’ll give you a…six.” Her hands shoot up, covers her face for protection.
Lily sits straight up, “Oy! I am so much better than a six. I can’t believe you just gave me that.”
“You would have probably gotten a better number, if-Naomi-had actually done some of the fucking. So tell her to gain some balls, and then we’ll talk.”
“I’ll ring her right now.”
“Tell her I say hi. Send my love.” Kat smiles, “Ok, now my feedback.”
“Lessee…” Lily shoots Kat a look, “Meh, a five. First time was better.” She gets up, and walks off.
Kat has to figure out how to reattach her jaw.
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Rings Kaya when she gets home. Gets voicemail.
It’s Kaya (giggles) Erm… yeah… just leave a message.
BEEP
Gotcha
BEEP
Kat forgets that she’s supposed to talk. Leaves Kaya a silent voicemail.
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Kat finds it strange that it is so easy to play Emily sometimes. Wishes she could be more like her in fact, you know, with the stalking, or consistent pursuit.
Wonders if it would have landed a specific brunette.
Unintentionally draws a heart on her script.
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Her phone rings, and Kat wants to throw it. Picks it up instead; rubs her eyes, “Hello?”
“I need you.”
“Grace?”
“Kitty I need you.”
“Grace, it is two o’clock in the fucking morning.”
“Can’t you come over?” Grace does that whiny voice that Kat can’t stand.
“No.”
“Why? Kitty, please.”
“Grace, I have work tomorrow? I can’t.”
“You are always working now. I never see you.”
For good fucking reason, you’re psychotic Kat thinks, says “Sorry” instead. Hangs up.
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“Christ, look who the cat dragged in.” Lily tilts her head slightly, studies the pathetic excuse for Kathryn Prescott at 5:30 in the morning.
“Oh fuck off. I got woken up at 2.”
“Did you get my play on words? Look who the cat dragged in? Get it?”
“How can you be so fucking perky at 5:30?” Squints her eyes, peers at Lily.
“My boyfriend.” Lily giggles, winks, bounces-does everything that is oh-so-stereotypical of a young girl in love.
Makes Kat want to throw up.
“Ah yes, the boyfriend.” She manages.
“Yes my lovely boyfriend. Told me he loves me last night.” Lily claps her hands.
“Fan-fucking-tastic.” Kat plops down onto a chair, puts in headphones, and blasts music.
Smirks a little when Lily finally realizes that she’s talking to her self.
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Her voice gives out after the fifth take of telling Jack, “Any chance you could be a cunt over there?”
Works quite well for the next day; her voice breaks when she shouts, “So be brave, and want me back.”
Works also really well when she asks, “And…” whilst talking through a cat flap.
Doesn’t work so well when Meg asks how the day went, right as Kat walks through the door, and Kat’s voice breaks on, “Fine.”
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She sometimes resents that Meg is so fucking psychic-or intuitive. Or whatever the fuck anybody calls it. Says one word, and Meg is right there, slapping her upside the head, and telling her to, “Like get the fuck over it. Whatever it is. Just get fucking over it.”
Responds with, “I’m sorry, am I talking to Katie, or Meg?”
Gets another slap upside the head, followed with a kiss on the cheek.
“Goodnight my pathetic, wimpy, lame other half of me.”
Watches as Meg walks up the stairs. Rubs her head.
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Kaya calls.
Leaves Kat a silent message.
Kat can’t help but laugh.
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Has a dream about cats. With red hair. Really creeps her out.