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Codes: MF, FF, MFF, Cons, Oral,
Author: Blackjack
Celebrity: Natalie Dormer and Emilia Clarke
Author's Note: So, I know it's no longer Comic-Con or Valentine's Day but it's been sitting on my Google Drive for way too long.
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As the son of one of the principle directors of photography on Game of Thrones, I had a lot of chances to go and see all sorts of beautiful scenes, some awesome Facebook photos from it and also a very full passport. Now I was walking under a tarp ceiling towards a makeshift catering hall with one of the gorgeous costars in tow with me."It's your birthday today?" Emilia Clarke, mother of dragons, asked. Folding her arms casually under her chest, though her breasts were obscured by the quick change of clothing after the scenes had been shot, Emilia tilted her head to the side slightly. Looking me up and down, Emilia smirked and shook her head slightly. "I can't believe I didn't know that!" She playfully punched me on the upper arm before going back to grabbing some of her food and seeming to motion for me to follow her over.
So, I did.
Grabbing my own plate of food and followed her over to the white row of plastic tables where the catering department was. The plate I had was filled with salad and a singular chicken breast, something nice and light but enough to give me a filling lunch as well. There was a soft sound of the ocean lapping at the side of the film set and the sun was slowly starting to set, though there was still a lot of filming left done in the day. Taking a seat opposite her, I took a mouthful of lettuce from my salad as Emilia continued.
"So, like every Valentine's Day you get a double treat in it being your birthday and Valentine's Day?"
"Well, I don't always have a date on Valentine's Day but yeah, sometimes." I answered, stabbing my fork into a tomato and then feeding myself with it. Looking over at the beautiful star of TV, still in her Daenerys wig so she can get straight back to shooting for the hit TV show.
"How can a cute guy like you not have a date?" A third voice, one belonging to Natalie Dormer, who also played Margaery Tyrell on the show, having her own plate full of salad as she took a seat next to her costar. The two never shared a scene together but the locations were very similar. Anyone who would be trying to snoop a shot of the film set would definitely be getting an interesting shot from seeing the two together.
"Well, thanks for the compliment." I said with a smile but also, she got a similar shrug of my shoulders. "I guess most women don't see me as cute as you do Miss Dormer." When she rolled her eyes at that comment, I was about to explain but Emilia beat me to it.
"I've explained we don't go by our surnames but he won't get it." Emilia smiled over to Natalie as she pulled a spare chair back and took a seat next to Emilia and between me and the other actress on the hit show. Emilia looked over to me, then back to Natalie and then back to me again. "Guess what though... It's his birthday today too!"
Natalie made a soft, shocked sort of sound before looking to me. Another soft punch was directed at my shoulder as Natalie seemed equally as unimpressed that I hadn't told the girls about my birthday.
"Why didn't you tell any of us?" Natalie said, leaning back in her chair, her breasts bouncing slightly at the sudden jolt. She reached up and fiddled with the strap of the brilliant blue dress before looking over at Emilia. "Can you believe he didn't tell us?"
"It is pretty shocking." Emilia said with a playful smirk on her face, shaking her head from side to side in a mean of mock disappointment. "We're three of the only people not needed on set tomorrow and you didn't think to tell us? We could have done something!" Emilia said, her voice getting more and more exasperated with my lack of openness.
"I mean... We still could? There's plenty of nightclubs out in the city, why don't we go and hit one of them up?" Natalie said, looking around as more and more of the cast and crew started to fill out and head back to the set. I wasn't needed at all and by the sounds of what the two actresses were saying, they weren't needed either. Soon, it was just the three of us and one guy sitting a couple of tables away, headphones in and staring at his phone.
"That sounds like a great idea!" Emilia said, looking over at me and Natalie, taking a mouthful of salad and moving to deal with more of her dinner. "And if they are a bit rubbish then we can always go back to one of our rooms and just watch Netflix or something?" Emilia added, swigging a mouthful of water before looking back to me. "So are you in?"
"I mean, sure?"
"Great! It'll be fun!" Natalie said with a grin. Looking back to Emilia, she reached into the small black handbag she had brought with her and pulled out a small wad of signed 8 x 10's. "I hand these out if someone wants something signed and they don't have anything." Natalie explained as she flipped the photo over so that the front of the photo was facing down on the table. Scribbling down the address of her hotel and then a phone number, Natalie studied the back of it before offering a set of three small x's right at the bottom of the details. Pushing it back to me, Natalie nodded her head. "There's our details. We should be free from what? Eight ish? Get a cab, we'll find the club and we can go party."
And that, seemingly was that.
The two women continued to chat with me but as the afternoon continued to roll on, I was stuck not really being able to listen to the conversation and more thinking on what I was going to be going through when I got back to the mainland. Having said goodbye to my dad and some of the crew members I knew, I found myself on the ferry that took the cast and crew back to the mainland, while I would have wanted to chat with the women some more, I quickly found myself amongst mostly male members of the show. So, I took the time to use the ferry's free wifi and started to work on uploading some of the photos I had taken today. Uploading them to my various social media feeds, all set to private of course, I made sure to completely clear my phone of the photos, uploading them to the cloud before I put my phone right back into my jacket's pocket and simply rested against the side of the boat, my arms folding together as I watched out over to the seas.
The trip was a short, uneventful one and I was soon sitting in the back of a paid for car, one hired by the studio as my father would be getting a ride back with one of the other directors tonight. Riding back to the hotel, I quickly made my way up to my own room and suddenly, a wash of panic came over me. What the hell was I going to wear? Looking around, I rushed over to my small hard shelled suitcase, opened it up and quickly looked over the contents. Picking up a smart looking jacket, I tossed it to the other bed and then fished out a salmon coloured button up shirt and then a pair of slim fitting jeans. I only had some chelsea boots to go with the look but it was going to be enough. Even if I was partying with two of the stars of the popular TV show, I was going to appear at the odd one out anyway so if my clothing was slightly off then it wasn't like it would be the worst thing in the world.
Getting the outfit completed, I carried them all on their hangers over to the bathroom and quickly hung them up on the handle behind the door to the bathroom. Walking over to the large mirror, I inspected my face, running my fingers through my thick, shaggy beard, looking almost similar to one of the Wild Folk from the show, I decided it would be a good idea to at least get my beard under control. Grabbing one of the clippers, I started to trim my beard down, chocolate locks of beard hair fell from my face and into the sink as I inspected my face. With a now much more trimmed beard, I plucked the glasses off of my face and folded the arms of them in into the glasses and looked back into the mirror, my emerald green eyes glistening slightly under the artificial lighting of the bathroom.
Making my way into the big, open shower cubicle, I went about showering myself, cleaning myself of the seaside dirt and grime that generally accumulated when you would be out by the sea. Washing myself with a bar of mint scented soap, I cleansed myself fully before washing my hair with another nice smelling bottle of shampoo. I worked my way all over my body, making sure to get every little bit of my skin just in case something did happen. Not that I was expecting it of course. I lifted my head up and made sure to wash away the parts of my face that had been shaven and with a significantly softer face, I ran my hands over my cheeks and jaw, scrubbing at the freshly cut part of my face, I made sure to clean it all completely before getting the usual spots of under my armpits and the general lower part of my body.
Definitely not expecting anything to happen of course.
Completely clean, I slipped out of the shower and moved back to the mirror, inspecting my face as I towelled off, I made sure to get myself absolutely dry before applying some deodorant and then liberally getting some of the nice aftershave that I had gotten as a gift from my father this morning. Completely dressed now, I made my way out back to the main bedroom, taking a seat on the edge of the bed with my suitcase on it, I slipped my shoes back on and then reached over to grab the bedside phone in my room. Keying in the number of the local taxi rink, I arranged a pick up for me to go to the hotel where Natalie and Emilia were staying. The prearranged fee wasn't that bad for me to pay for myself, so while I agreed to it, they let me know that the cab would be with me soon. Thanking them, I hung up and then looked at the back of Natalie's signed photo, seeing Natalie's personal number there, I reached down and keyed in her number, my fingers ever so slightly trembling from it.
Why were they doing that? I shouldn't be nervous, I had spoken to them both separately on several occasions and we were just going to be heading out to hang out together and maybe dance a little bit as well. Regardless, I needed to get the number dialled so I took a breath and finished dialling. Lifting the headset up to my ear, I waited for it to stop ringing when the sound of Natalie came on the other end.
"Hello?"
