Fan Frenzy
Fan Frenzy
She flicked through her emails quickly knowing that she only had a few minutes before she was supposed to be on set but also knowing that it would likely be her only chance all day. She wasn’t surprised to see several forwarded attachments from David, but she skipped past them knowing that they would be completely pointless. She replied quickly to emails from her manager and the creator of her alter ego, Kathy Reichs. She almost skipped past the email from her sister, Zooey but the capitalised subject line indicated that it was important.
The email contained only one short sentence and a link. Doing as the sentence suggested she clicked on it hoping it wasn’t some pointless celebrity gossip that she didn’t have time for. She tapped her fingers against her knees waiting impatiently for the page to load. The first thing to appear on her screen was the word Demily; she’d never heard it before and was almost certain it was made up. The next thing to follow were two names separated only by a forward slash; Emily/David. For a moment she wondered if someone had seen her and her boyfriend David down at the beach the previous weekend; wondered if she’d missed a reporter snapping some quick pics of them. But the picture that loaded next to the title was not of her and her boyfriend, but rather her and another David.
She recognised the dress immediately, she’d worn it to the Fox Upfronts a couple of years earlier, she remembered having fun that day and been snapped by seemingly thousands of reporters, sometimes with David sometimes not. Her smile appeared to be genuine and she had no doubt it was, she remembered standing on the carpet that day in heels that were too high and too tight, David had cheered her up with jokes determined that she had a good time.
She scrolled further down the page slowly figuring out what it was. A fanpage. Dedicated to her and David. She scrolled a little further, maybe it was more than that, her eyes caught a link to a page marked fiction just below the one marked gallery and right above the one marked discussion. It wasn’t hard to guess what the fiction would be about but she clicked on it anyway. The page offered a comprehensive list of fiction including summaries and ratings. She scrolled down the page taking in a few summaries and ratings every so often, trying to ignore the ones that proclaimed an NC-17 rating.
Finally she clicked on a story that proclaimed a PG rating halfway down the page. She was taken to yet another page where a short story loaded in front of her. It was just a single scene that described a perfectly mundane moment between her and David but even she noticed the underlying sexual tension. It was nothing more than a neck massage between scenes yet she felt a warmth spreading through her body and she had to admit that they had David pretty spot on.
She clicked back to the stories page and bravely clicked on one of the stories with an NC-17 rating, not sure that she really wanted to know what had been written about them. Once again there was little in the way of back story to set up the scene but she could imagine it perfectly. Perhaps not the same way the author had as she was sure the person who wrote it had never actually seen her house but they had it close enough. She couldn’t help but imagine David’s hands trailing across her body the way the author described it and she couldn’t help but imagine David slipping long fingers inside her and then out again. She could feel the flush creeping across her pale skin. She hoped the liberal amount of foundation that had been applied to her cheeks would hide the blush, but even she couldn’t be that lucky.
The door opening startled her, she didn’t need to look to see who it was, only one person barged in without knocking. She pushed the screen of her laptop down hoping he hadn’t seen what she was looking at.
“Wow, Em. You watching porn or something?” He joked about her quick attempt to prevent him seeing the screen before he lifted it off her lap and flipped it back open where he was met by the same scene she had been enjoying moments earlier. She watched on nervously as he scanned a few lines.
“Emily and David? Just a coincidence right?” She shook her head not meeting his gaze.
“Zooey sent me a link” she added by way of explanation.
“You’re kidding. People actually write about us?” His chest puffed out slightly, proud that people thought enough of him to write sexy stories about him and his co-worker.
“David!” she groaned at his predictable alpha male response, he was just like Booth in that way “These people think of me as the other woman” she hissed.
“Oh” For a moment he’d forgotten about his wife, focussed on the one smutty scene in front of him “I don’t think they think that about you Em. How could anyone? Obviously they’ve just seen our chemistry all those weekends are paying off.” She bit her lower lip smudging the lipstick and gloss that had been perfectly applied to it in makeup earlier.
“I really wouldn’t worry about it. It’s just people having some fun. They don’t really believe it”
“But what if they do?”
“It still doesn’t matter because we know the truth” Sometimes she wondered exactly what that truth was “Come on, we’re supposed to be on set, they sent me to find you. Hart’s pretty pissed” Emily sighed but followed him out of the trailer and towards Brennan’s office still not convinced.
For the rest of the afternoon her mind kept flicking back to the webpage and try as she might to concentrate on the scene at hand she couldn’t. She was torn between wanting to go back and read every twisted line and simply forgetting she ever saw it. Since the latter was not an option she was stuck with the former.
They didn’t finish their last scene until almost nine pm and Emily was torn between going home and crawling into bed or exploring the webpage more. In the end her curiosity won out over sleep and she collapsed onto her bed with her laptop returning easily to the page she’d been viewing earlier.
She tried to ignore the flip in her stomach as she read about her supposed sexual escapades with David. She couldn’t help but imagine herself in the places mentioned, her trailer, his trailer, on set, his place, her place, a hotel room, a car. Of course some of the details were wrong but they were close enough to elicit the connection in her mind. She was so focussed on the story that she didn’t even register her own hand trailing down her stomach and into her pants, the laptop rested precariously on her legs. It wasn’t until she noticed that she was effectively humping her hand her breath coming in ragged gasps that she actually comprehended what was happening.
She yanked her hand from her pants and tried to wipe the wet juices onto the flannelette that clothed her thigh. Emily glanced around the room as if fearing discovery before falling back against her pillows and slamming the lid down on her laptop, steamy words still filling the screen. What was she thinking? Masturbating? She hardly ever masturbated, she’d heard her little sister doing it when they were younger but she’d never seen the appeal, she preferred to have a partner.
Emily thought of the other David, the one who went to Jewish cooking classes with her, happily ate Vegan dishes to satisfy her and most importantly was not and had never been married. She wanted to call him, have him come over and distract her, but he wasn’t even in the same state, at that very moment he was off in Colorado or something for some press thing. She couldn’t remember what, tried to but realised she hadn’t been listening when he’d told her. Her mind dragged itself back to David Boreanaz, a thought immediately accompanied by images of them making love in various places and positions all fantasised by hormonal teenagers and horny housewives no doubt. In her mind she chanted the reminder: married, wife, child, no that’s children now, off limits. Her heart ignored the protests of her mind, and against her better judgement she flipped the laptop open again and continued reading without stopping the hand that flew immediately inside her pyjama pants to rub against her wet centre.
The piece she was reading finished with a witty line from David following a very steamy session in a bathroom. She clicked on the next link, the story was only a couple of paragraphs, but well worth it. One more story, her masturbating in front of David in her trailer, she’d stopped noticing the little things the author couldn't possibly know. She was so close. She clicked back only to find no more links, hurriedly she pushed the laptop onto the blanket next to her, lifting her knees and spreading them for better access. The hand that had previously been stabilising the laptop on her legs pushed her sweatshirt up so that firm, creamy white breasts were exposed to her nimble fingers. With cool fingers she tweaked at one nipple and then the other rubbing until both were hardened nubs.
So many times she found herself on the edge of orgasm only to be pulled back by the rational side of her brain that told her what she was doing was wrong. Finally after too many failed attempts to orgasm she climbed out of bed feeling frustrated. Without checking the clock she thrust her feet into her ugg boots and stormed out of her house straight down the stairs and began a frenzied knocking on her sister’s door. It was all Zooey’s fault she decided.
When her sister eventually answered the door rubbing sleep from the corners of her eyes and looking thoroughly dishevelled, she at least had the decency to feel a little guilty for waking her up.
Zooey nodded at her looking confused and nowhere near functioning level. She was however awake enough to invite her sister inside. Emily sunk into her sister’s leather sofa and for once she made no crack about why the woman couldn’t have brought a non leather alternative. If it had been any other situation she might have laughed, her sister was dressed almost the same as she was, flannelette pyjama pants and an old sweatshirt that Emily recognised as once having been her own. The only difference was the fluffy lime green bed socks on her feet, that came complete with padding for those tiled areas that could cause slips in the lesser coordinated.
“Ems, it’s the middle of the night, couldn’t this wait?” Zooey slid onto the couch next to her sister her feet immediately going up to rest on the coffee table the throw rug from behind the sofa thrown over both sets of knees. Emily knew she wouldn’t be able to stay made at Zooey long, it wasn’t like she knew about the feelings Emily was harbouring for her co-star, she probably just thought the site was funny.
“Why did you send me that link?” for a moment Zooey stared at her confused before she realised what her older sister must have meant.
“Oh, I think it’s funny that some people have so much time on their hands... didn’t you read the email?” Emily couldn’t remember, maybe she’d just clicked on the link, but she vaguely remembered something about laughs or something before she’d clicked on it cautiously.
The tears fell freely after that. She didn’t know why they started or what she was crying for, because she’d been so hasty that she’d woken her sister up for no good reason, that she was attracted to a married man, that she hadn’t been able to orgasm or that she was pretty sure he was attracted to her as well and there was no way they could get out of it without somebody getting hurt. Either her and David would get hurt or the other David and Jamie would, and of course Jaden, that was the worst part of it all.
Whatever the reason, the tears kept coming, unabated by Zooey’s hand rubbing her back or he shoulder beneath her head and the soothing words whispered in a slightly whiny, but vulnerable way that was completely Zooey. She didn’t know how long she cried for, it seemed like hours, until her eyes were red and puffy and Zooey’s sweatshirt was dripping with her tears, her nose ran and she was taking air in huge gulps as often as possible between the sobs. Eventually the sobs gave way to short ragged breaths and her head slipped down to Zooey’s lap, her knees pulled up close on the tiny couch. Zooey’s fingers continued to smooth her hair soothingly long after she’d finally stopped crying.
“Em?” the younger sister whispered suddenly but received no response “Em” she tried again “You gotta get up, you have to go to work” A slight groan “Em” she tried a third time using her hands to try and push the woman into a sitting position. She didn’t comment on her sister’s appearance, the reddened eyes and nose with blue eyes rimmed with a dark shadow, her pushed messily to the side where Zooey’s fingers had been caressing it.
Finally Emily was able to drag herself up off the sofa, “Thanks Zooey” even that was unnecessary, they’d do anything for each other but their parents had taught them from a young age that every act of kindness should be acknowledged.
“No problem. Seriously. I think of it as payback for all those nights when I was a kid” Emily almost laughed at that. Zooey had been a difficult child and seemed to spend most of her teenage years either fighting with their parents or crying about her distinct lack of popularity at school.
She knew she’d probably be late but Emily didn’t rush in going back upstairs and throwing some old sweats on before heading to Fox. For once she couldn’t quite bring herself to care about any of it, she just wanted to crawl back into bed and sleep, but she knew it wasn’t an option.
David was standing outside her trailer when she got there and she groaned, of course the first person she saw was the one person she didn’t want to see. She knew he’d know something was wrong, maybe once she’d been to visit hair and make-up it wouldn’t be so noticeable but she knew that even at a distance he’d be able to tell.
“Geez Em, you look like crap. What did you do, stay up reading porn all night?”
“Just what a woman wants to hear” she replied dryly, trying to push past him into her trailer.
“Seriously, what’s going on? Obviously something is bothering you, you should talk about it” she succeeded in making it into her trailer only to have him follow her.
“Not now David.”
“I got here before you today. I know there’s something wrong so I won’t leave until I know what it is”
For a moment she thought about making something up but eventually she decided on the truth “Do you ever get sick of being watched? You know, it’s like we always have someone watching us even when we don’t, you always have to look good and act well and I don’t know... don’t you ever get sick of it?”
David thought for a moment before answering “Yeah, I do. I used to enjoy it, at first, but these days I worry about the affect it might have on Jaden, he’s so young and I don’t like the idea of people following him to school to take photos.”
“I hate it” there was nothing else she could say, no explanation forthcoming and nothing else she could say.
“Did one of them hurt you or something? Or violate you?” he asked suddenly even more concerned, she almost laughed because suddenly it all seemed so ridiculous.
“No, nothing like that”
“So?”
"The website” she admitted shyly.
“As in?”
“Yeah” she agreed “There’s people who think you and I should be in a romantic relationship, they even write stories about it”
He fell onto the sofa “But I’m married” if that was his only protest, then they both had problems.
“I know that”
“Geez” she nodded, what came next shocked her “I can’t say I haven’t thought about it though. But I am a guy” she was sure he’d just tacked the last part on so it didn’t sound half as bad, so it wasn’t quite the heartfelt confession he’d begun, suddenly backing out at the last minute.
“I get it, you think I’m hot” she found her mood had improved even with the small confession that she wasn’t completely alone.
“God no” he protested “I would never describe you like that” her mood sunk as quickly as it had risen before he continued “I think you’re absolutely beautiful. Jamie is hot, but you’re something else entirely” she couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face as his eyes locked intensely with hers, trying to convey what words never would. Perhaps there would never be more than that, but love shone in his eyes regardless and the truth in them couldn’t be denied, even if actions were not taken. He loved her, she loved him.
“Thanks David”
“You’re okay?” he pulled her into his arms his words spoken softly against her cheek, eyes still searching hers for a hint she was lying.
“I’m good. I understand” he nodded after a few moments seeing it was the truth before releasing her from his embrace.
“Okay. But I’m gonna want that link” he added heading for the door. She nodded, they may not have each other but they still had the fans.
AN: Okay, sorry i forgot to put this in before, but i honestly didn't think about it because anything i say isn't meant in a derogatroy sense it's a compliment to the authors, since i wouldn't mention a fic that i didn't like. Most of the descriptions are vague enough that they could be applied to a plethora of stories , however you might have recognised 'Directing the Show' by sweetjamielee , if you haven't read it go check it out.