The Awards Show

"So folks, we are going to serve dinner now, and then we'll start the awards when we get to dessert. I know you are all excited, and we are excited to have you." The announcement came as Jet took her seat.

She hadn't been to one of these before, and she wasn't sure if coming alone was the way to go, but then who the hell was she going to bring. She could have brought her good for nothing ex-boyfriend, but he hadn't really helped with writing the script or anything. What was her other option though? The current slightly flaky woman she was dating. Surely that would have been a disaster. So, instead, she sat here at the table alone. At least it made more room, she thought as she adjusted the straps on her dark red dress a little. It was futile endeavor because she was taped into this thing in a bunch of places, so it wasn't really going anywhere. It was the same with the small touches she kept giving to her dark brown hair, which was fastened into a bun with so many pins it was going to take her half an hour just to let it down later.

She forced herself to calm down just as her director and his wife sat down next to her and she smiled at them. Charlie was clearly excited. Before they even started filming, he had told her this was going to be the one. He had fallen in love with her script early, and she appreciated his passion. That's why she had even said okay. It wasn't her favorite script of all she had written, but she loved the lead character. It was portrayed beautifully by Leslie who showed up with her co-star Thanh. He was a beautiful man and the sparks had flown between them even before filming had started. Their chemistry had brought the story to life, and had brought them here as a nominees in several categories.

"I just know we are going to win. Your story and their acting will put us over the top of the others. You've really made my career Jet; I know it." Charlie grinned as he sat nervously sipping at his wine.

"I don't know that depends on if we are competing in any categories." A dark haired man in his thirties strolled up to the table, followed by a giant of a man with a short-shaved beard. They were both handsome, but the taller man caught her attention. Jet's mind immediately shifted into her other world of imagining. She had never written about a man as tall as he was, but damn if she wasn't going to in the future. He smiled at them all and they all stood. Jet rushed to stand up, trying to make herself stop staring at the taller man.

"Hi, I'm Link and this is my friend Rhett." Hellos followed all around and Rhett turned to Jet last, extending his hand. She felt a blush creep into her cheeks.

"Rhett, hope you don't mind if I steal the seat next to you." He smiled at her and his green eyes lit up a little. Jet extended her hand and he clasped it softly with a shake. His hand seemed to dwarf hers. She felt the heat of his grasp and a flush slid across her chest.

"Jet, and of course not. I'm here alone, so it's all yours." She almost kicked herself. 'I'm here alone?' Why the hell would she say that?

"That is a shame, but I guess it means I'll be lucky enough to talk to you." He sat down with a smile and she followed. The addition of the last two people made them closer together and Jet could only think it was because of just how large Rhett was.

"So, which film is yours?" Charlie asked, boisterous in his anxiousness.

"We did a super short film called Breaking Bad. Honestly, I didn't think it was going anywhere, but boom it did." Rhett spoke and Jet watched his mouth with his short beard. She couldn't help but wonder if it was soft, or just a little bit prickly. She started to wonder if it would leave marks on the soft skin of her neck if he buried his lips and tongue along her skin. Rhett glanced over at her and she was suddenly very happy people couldn't read minds.

"What did you do?" Link posed the question to Charlie.

"We did Sex and the Awakened Woman. It's..." Charlie was clearly excited to talk about it as the wait staff arrived with plates, sitting them down in front of them.

"Oh, I loved that one. Link made me watch all the entries this year, but I ended up watching that one three times. It was really unique and visceral. You filmed it in black and white, which made it even more epic." Rhett spoke with passion.

"Black and white was the only thing that fit with the script." Charlie was fully engaged now that Rhett was complimenting him.

"Great choice man. I'll tell you though, the dialogue was amazing. I mean to see a female lead speaking of exactly what she wanted and the results like that. It was epic. I left that with a new appreciation of sexuality." Rhett seemed genuinely blown away by the film.

"It's true. He talked about your movie for a solid week." Link bolstered his friend.

"Well, I can't take credit for any of the dialogue or its delivery. Leslie and Thanh sold the film." Charlie gestured to the two actors.

"I can't believe I didn't recognize you guys. I feel so embarrassed, but you look different in color." He laughed and the deep timber of his voice resonated through his chest. Jet seemed to feel it flow through her body. She was definitely going to write about this tonight. The magnetism of this large man was killing her, and her writing was always so good when she was sparked like this. Part of her didn't want to even stay for the awards, but just go home and start getting the ideas out of her head. Rhett would fit perfectly as a male lead character and she couldn't wait to write him.

The table kept talking, but all Jet heard was that deep timber in his voice as she watched his hands move as he devoured his meal. She ate her own, but her eyes drifted to him more and more.

"And, of course, I can't leave out Jet. I mean none of this would be possible without her. She wrote the script. I picked it up from her and I couldn't get it out of my head." At Charlie's words, Rhett looked up at her.

"You wrote the script huh?" He smiled at her.

"Yes, yes I did." She was almost bashful as she spoke.

"Funny, you seem so soft spoken, but your script. I mean you were so in touch with sexuality and so assertive of what the woman wanted. It blew me away." He had a mischievous grin on his face as he spoke and she smiled back coyly. There was something in his eyes that made her wonder if he wasn't thinking along the same lines that she was.

The conversation continued at the table, and Jet couldn't help but notice that she caught Rhett's eyes more than once. Granted, it meant that she was being caught looking, but then again, maybe he was looking at her too. She was quiet though, taking in the whole scene and the way this man interacted with everyone. He was a character she had to build now. She had to flesh out every piece of his soul and make him real. The story started to develop in her brain even as they finished dinner and moved to dessert. Soon enough, the plates were being taken and the lights were dimming down further.

"Okay folks we are going to start the awards now. If you could all take a seat as we bring out our esteemed speaker."

The announcement came and Link shifted his chair a little to his right in response so he could get a better angle to watch. Rhett shifted as well, moving himself that much closer to Jet.

"You don't mind if I crowd you just a little do you?" His voice seemed a hair deeper as he gazed at her in the dim lighting. She loved how his lips moved when he spoke and the quirk in his lip as he asked. He had a slight southern twinge in his voice and it made him seem ever more intoxicating.

"No, not at all." Rhett smiled at her words and shifted so his left leg almost touched her right. He looked up at her and raised a brow before turning back towards the stage.

Jet felt heat through her body as she noted just how close he was. It was exquisite. She wanted to touch him. Jet pictured her hand straightening her skirt and how she might graze his thigh just a little, testing the waters. She wanted to know if the heat she was feeling was his, seeping through his clothes towards her. More than that, though, she wanted to see his reaction. Would he pull away and apologize? Would he stare at her only, daring her to do more? Or would he say something witty, trying to resolve the tension somehow but making it clear he wasn't interested? Who knew what he would do?

Then, Jet moved, and surprised the hell out of herself. Her fingers slid down her skirt as if smoothing it. She didn't mean to touch him, not really. The tension of what he would do seemed to be pushing on her every nerve, but she really hadn't meant to act on it. Her fingers slid back up and she let her pinky finger and ring finger press outward, sliding along his outer thigh. It was exquisite, this small touch that she craved. Jet pulled her fingers back in after the touch and raised her hand back on top of the table.

Rhett turned to her with a small grin on his face and leaned towards her. She leaned over, wondering if she had just ruined her whole fascination by being too forward, even if it was in a small way.

"Was that accidental, or on purpose?" He called her out. That was not what she was expecting. She wanted some definitive answer from her actions, not an ambiguous question that would expose her.

"I'm sorry, what?" She played stupid, if for no other reason than to by herself some time to think.

"Tell me, how much of your story was autobiographical?" His question caught her off-guard. This man was truly a mystery. She thought she could predict him, but no, he was turning the tables on her.

"Why do you want to know?" Jet sure as hell could turn the tables if she needed to. She would be damned if this man would get the best of her when it came to word play. That's what made her a good writer was her ability to joust words between characters.

"Do you answer every question with a question?" He jousted back and Jet felt her inner-confidence soar. This was fun for her, and she loved having an equal opponent.

"No." She smiled at him.

"And the winner for best on-screen duo in a short film goes to....." The words of the announcer were nearly drowned out as Leslie and Thanh jumped up in excitement. Charlie and his wife stood up clapping, and Jet realized what had happened. Leslie and Thanh had won an award. She stood up joining in, and leaving the moment with Rhett. She wished she hadn't, but appearances need to be kept even if she was enjoying playing this cat and mouse game.

As she sat back down, her hand drifted to fix her skirt again, but found it was not alone. Rhett's hand took hers by the wrist and placed it on his thigh just above his knee. Jet's cheeks turned slightly red at his forwardness and she looked at him.

"Oops or just a start?" He said the words and Jet raised her own eyebrow before sliding her hand up just a little. "That's what I thought, and what I was hoping." He smiled at her and Jet let her hand move another inch reaching his mid-thigh. His leg was warm and her breathing increased just a little. This was so very masculine and forward of her. In her stories she was always forward and assertive getting what she wanted, but in real life, she was usually a little timid.

"The story was about my inner-self, but I'm usually a little shy in really life." She answered his question, wondering how he would react.

"Higher." Rhett said a single word and Jet raised her hand another two inches finishing with a small slide to the inside. "You should always be your inner-self; she's just as gorgeous as your outer-self."

Jet scooted her chair in just a little letting her left elbow rest on the table and letting her right hand move to where it would. It turned out to be up to nearly the crease of Rhett's thigh and cupping nearly the entire inside of his leg. It was then she grazed him. His cock lay against her pinky. Its outline was half-solid as it lay presumably under his briefs, trapped and yet found by her. Rhett hummed lightly, but Jet felt it flow through her.

"I'm glad I have a jacket." He smiled at her and she saw the glint in his eye. This was so brazen for Jet, and she loved it. He was making her so excited.

Her hand shifted inward more, transitioning to rest entirely on his pelvis and off of his leg. She cupped his cock now, at least the part she could reach. "Might be too much for one hand." The words slid from her mouth with a smile. It was exhilarating to be the part of herself she only wrote about. This brazen sex goddess was basking in the glow of it all.

"It's definitely too much for one hand, but I can think of one place it'll all fit." He spoke in a low timber leaning into her and Jet felt her panties get wet instantly. This mysterious large man had her captivated, and she wanted to fuck him. This was not the kind of want she usually had with men and women she turned into characters. Those people were turned into stylized versions of themselves. They were safe versions, ones she could do with as she would in her brain. Rhett was different. She barely knew him and yet she wanted him, all of him, his real being unadulterated.

"Jet, oh my God, come on!" Charlie was up clapping and Jet jumped up staring at him. "I told you that we'd win for best screenplay!" Jet jumped up, releasing Rhett and forcing her mind to catch up. He stood with her clapping as they all made their way to the stage.

Fortunately, Charlie did most of the talking as they stood up there and she only had to say thanks and wave. It was truly an honor, but somehow it seemed more of a bother right now as she wanted to make her way back to the table.

When she returned and sat down, Link and Rhett both gave their congratulations.

"I bet you win best script, just wait. I think it's in two or three more." Charlie was grinning ear to ear.

Rhett leaned into her ear and she turned to hear him clearly. "You're making me crazy. I wish I could crawl under this table and bury myself under your skirt." He leaned back out with a smile and Jet was left nearly speechless. She scooted her chair back in and seized on his leg almost immediately, digging her nails into his inner thigh.

He scooted in a little more leaning both of his elbows on the table and concealing his lap completely from view. Jet moved her hand back to his cock and started a slow motion with her nails along his shaft. Rhett hummed again and looked at her with his bottom lip held between his teeth.

Jet leaned towards him, fully embracing her brazen self. "You'd look good with a wet beard I bet. Good enough to lick." She might have whispered but he heard every word. Jet sensed the shiver run through him from the moment it started. Her fingers reached his tip and she moved her thumb in a circle around his head.

"And the award for best script goes to Sex and the Awakened Woman." Jet heard the words and jumped up. She won the award. Charlie was up in a flash clapping frantically as Jet made her way to the stage. Thankfully, she had a speech prepared and made her way through it without much of a fight. When she finished her pictures in the backstage, she made her way back to her table.

Everyone congratulated her, even Rhett who made a soft face, all while holding his napkin over his crotch. When they sat down again he leaned into her once more.

"You looked good up there. You should definitely do this at all the awards shows in the future." He pulled back with a smile after letting his breath linger on her ear.

"Thank you, now scoot back in." She raised her eyebrow once more, almost as a dare. Rhett scooted in and seized on her waiting hand, returning it to his cock.

Jet's fingers went back to playing on him and each time she grazed over his head, she heard a sharp inhale of breath. There was a rhythm to it all, and she soon felt Rhett's body almost starting to rock into her touch. It was amazing and she wanted to feel it over and over again.

"Are you asleep man? Come on, we won." Link was standing next to him as Rhett shot up, grabbing the sides of his jacket and buttoning it as he headed for the stage. Jet watched as they gave a small speech and noted how Rhett seemed to be looking directly at her several times. She couldn't help but wonder where this night would end.

He returned a few minutes later with a glow on his face. Congratulations went around the table once more. Jet shook his hand before they sat back down.

"Well, that was the only one we were up for, but darn if we didn't take it." Link grinned.

"That we did. Are you guys up for any more?" Rhett turned to her and she saw excitement in his eyes. The question seemed almost loaded. Her mind took it and ran with it, wondering if he was looking for a reason to slip away for a few minutes so that she could truly experience him.

"There's still best director and I'm hoping. I think they honestly only have a handful of more awards. This is so exciting. You know it's the first time any of us have been nominated. I know you guys have tons of awards, but...." Charlie babbled a little in his new found nerves.

"We have, but it's always an honor. And your film is great! You should all win awards." Rhett laid it on thick before dropping his hand down once more to catch Jet's now waiting hand. He pressed it instantly onto himself and assumed his prior position.

"Still excited?" Jett leaned into him, scooting more towards the table. Rhett leaned to her ear. Jet could feel the hairs of his beard he was so close to her.

"Being near you makes me excited. Now, tease me until I can't take anymore." He was almost gruff in how he spoke, clearly excited.

Jet's hand moved, not too fast and not too slow, teasing along his entire length and getting more and more excited with every movement. She looked around the table, and noted that no one seemed to even notice what was going on. Rhett made a sudden noise and leaned over to her.

"You have to stop for a minute or I'm going to mess up these pants."

"What if I don't want to?" Jet held his head in a few of her fingers and slid them down his shaft with force. Rhett moaned into her ear and it was damn near the sexiest thing she had ever heard.

"Fuck yes." His tongue slid over her earlobe and Jet nearly lost it herself as she saw Charlie jump up out of the corner of her eye. She stood up too then clapping as he made his way to the stage. Rhett stayed sitting and she saw the glisten of sweat on the back of his neck. Jet wanted him, she wanted to fuck him right here on this table. She thought about how good it would feel to take in every inch of this tree of a man and watch his face move in ecstasy.

When she sat back down, Rhett grabbed her hand as it moved towards him again. He pushed it back to her leg. "I can't." He said the words in an unsteady tone as he made eye contact with her. Link caught her eye then. He made a weird face towards Rhett. Rhett smiled back at him and they seemed to have a few unspoken words and Link smiled and turned, looking at the stage once more as Charlie finished his speech.

Rhett slid his hand softly around her thigh then, letting it slowly slide upwards until it met her wet panties under her skirt. Jet sighed softly. His hand was huge and all-encompassing. He was only using a few fingers and yet she felt like he covered her entire sex. Jet spread her legs slightly and Rhett shifted his fingers under the edge of her panties, grazing along her core. She was soaked already and this delicious tease was enough to dial her up completely.

"Okay, well I guess that's it guys. Are you two going to the after-party?" Charlie was standing, and Jet realized the event was wrapping up. Rhett stood up and she shifted her skirt back down, getting up as well.

"We planned on it, why? Do you want to share a car?" Link spoke up.

"I don't know if we'll all fit. I think they'll take 5, but that's about it." Charlie smiled.