Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Hailee Steinfeld or Florence Pugh or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Hailee Steinfeld was nervous, but incredibly excited to find herself standing outside of the hotel room door of Florence Pugh. She had been in this situation before, with other actresses, so she shouldn't really need to psych herself up like this. But she couldn't help it. Florence was just so beautiful. And well, she had a reputation. And, 'come over, and we'll rehearse', was normally code for let's have sex.
Especially among actresses looking to have some fun with each other. And Hailee really, really wanted that to be the case here. But there was no guarantee. Hell, she had made the mistake of expecting sex before, and been disappointed. And maybe Florence just didn't see her that way. But she hoped that would be the case here, because did she mention that Florence was incredibly hot?
Something she was reminded of, when she knocked on the door, and the other actress immediately answered with a warm smile. God, she was just ridiculously beautiful, and hot, and just so, so cool. Hell, poor Hailee was pretty sure she stood there drooling for like a full minute, before realizing that Florence had offered her a greeting, and was patiently waiting for her to come inside the hotel room.
Something which made Hailee blush, apologize, and quickly scurry into the room. Luckily, this had Florence smiling, as she closed the door, and offered her a drink. There was then some awkward small talk, before Hailee further embarrassed herself.
"Are we gonna have sex?" Hailee suddenly blurted out.
"Wow." Florence laughed, "Forward, aren't you?"
"I'm sorry." Hailee blushed, and then whined, "It's just, I'm really bad at picking up signals, and... you're sooooooo hot."
"Thank you." Florence chuckled, then softly reassured as soothingly as she could, "But, you don't have to be nervous. There's no rush. Honestly? I did want to run lines with you. So, let's start with that. After that? We can see. Nothing has to happen, if you don't want to. But... I'd like it to. I mean, you're sooooooo hot!"
"Thanks." Hailee blushed, trying to focus on lines, before clarifying, "I do. Want to have sex, I mean. Specifically with you."
"Good." Florence beamed, "That's something we have in common."
"You want to have sex with Florence Pugh?" Hailee joked.
"I want to have sex with my co-star, Hailee Seinfeld." Florence admitted without hesitation, and then quickly added, "Or Kate Bishop."
"Oooooooooh, role-play? I can get into that." Hailee beamed happily, and then babbled, "And I'm sure that Kate Bishop wants to fuck Yelena Belova. Hell, I want to fuck Yelena Belova. Florence Pugh doing a Russian accent? Or any accent, including her own? Super hot. And like, I totally ship us. Kate and Yelena, I mean. Who wouldn't?"
"Agreed." Florence chuckled, amused by the other girl.
"Do you think the writers did that on purpose?" Hailee asked, genuinely curious, "The subtext, I mean? Because, well, come on. It's right there on the page."
"Perhaps." Florence shrugged nonchalantly.
"I think they did." Hailee said, before nervously rambling, "Pity that they won't go there, am I right? Marvel could do with a bit of queer representation, and this just feels like a natural fit. You know? And I'm not just saying that because I want an excuse to kiss you in public. I really think we'd be good together. Our characters, I mean. Kate needed someone who will ground her in reality. And Yelena?
She could do with someone who could be the light to her darkness. Also, it feels like we should have gotten a Hawkeye and The Black Widow movie by now. Or a show. Or, something. And there's still time. Maybe we could go to Feige, and pitch something? What do you-"
Taking firm hold of Hailee's face, Florence kissed her briefly to stop her from rambling, and then offered, "I agree, but the problem is, you're being really cute right now, and I really, really want to fuck you. But first, we really need to run lines. So, how about this? One hour of running lines, and then we can see just how many times I can make you cum. Deal?"
There was a brief pause, as Hailee was feelings dazed from a combination of those words and the kiss which preceded it, and then she simply said, "Deal."
"Good girl." Florence grinned, "Now, shall we take it from the top?"
"Erm, sure." Hailee agreed.
Which made it really, really hard to concentrate on running lines, maybe even more so than if Hailee had kept her mouth shut, and she didn't know how this was going to end. However, she prided herself on the ability to pull herself together when it really mattered, and to her credit, she was just about able to do it. And to be fair, her nervousness helped the scene.