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Jordana Brewster tumbled into the heavy, yielding matting placed beside the car she was working on jumping from, practising her stunts for the latest Fast and Furious movie that was coming out. The lithe, slender actress threw herself energetically from the car, a classic Chevy Nova, the bulging muscle car a complete contrast to the slim, slender actress as she threw open the door and hurled herself from it. On screen it would be a high paced, adrenaline-pumping scene, the music and sounds of the car throbbing from every speaker and subwoofer...but right here it was just a car parked in the side of the studio surrounded by big crash mats for stars to tumble into. And so it was that Jordana worked on her stunts, the toned Panamanian beauty hurling her strong but slender form out into the heavy padding to try and capture that perfect moment, just the right motion and dramatic look for them to edit together for the silver screen.
"Again," her stunt coordinator said, smiling down at the tall actress embedded in the crash mat before him.
"Do I have to?" she mumbled, laying face down knowing she'd made a mess of that last attempt, buried under a swath of her long brown hair, tangled in it despite having it pulled back into a simple ponytail to keep it out the way as she got the work done. She wasn't all dolled up ready for the camera right now, simply working on getting this stunt right first before she would do it on camera.
"Yes, now get up," he commanded. Jordana grumbled, burying her head in the mat to take a few more moments of it.
"Five seconds and you'll get tickled," he said, the threat playful but clear. She knew he'd do it and as he counted down she stirred, straining herself to push up from the mat at the count of one with a grumble.
"Ok I'm coming, I'm coming," she complained playfully, pushing herself up from the mat and sweeping her long brown hair back from her face with a smile. Training was tough, the repeated takes burning her energy, but it was always fun and enjoyable working out with her stunt co-ordinator, Ed.
"You're not very enthusiastic about it," he smiled, giving her a cheeky smile as she looked at him chidingly, a mock expression of shock.
"Well maybe you're not quite hitting the spot," she replied, flicking her eyebrows in return.
"No, it's you not hitting the spot," he said, pointing down to the mat and how she'd missed her mark and needed to repeat the jump.
"Smart ass," she murmured with a sideways smile, flicking her gorgeous brown eyes up to him as she stood up and moved to reset, climbing back into the car. They'd been working together since projects in the 1990s, before even the first Fast and Furious movie as he'd worked with her on some films in the end of the previous decade when she was just starting out and somehow they'd ended up paired together on loads of her film projects. It wasn't a problem though as they got on so well and she enjoyed working with him, and the directors clearly liked the work they did together as they kept getting paired up.
"Ready?" he asked, seeing her prone in the leather seat of the Chevy.
"Ready," she confirmed.
"Don't fuck it up this time," he teased.
"What if I do?" she goaded.
"I'll spank you," he said after a pause, giving a wink.
"Promises," she said with a dismissive sigh, playfully rolling her eyes before she prepared herself properly. They had a good back and forth; he'd fancied her for years now, she was well aware of that though she'd never given him a chance. She knew he'd leap at any opportunity she gave him though she kept work and personal life separate, though it didn't stop her enjoying the attention. Their chemistry was undeniable and she enjoyed it whenever she was working with him, even when she was married, just absorbing the good vibes all day before going home to her husband. Well, that was how it used to be, since her divorce things weren't the same and too often she found herself alone it seemed.
Of course she was a mother and had her children to look after, her adopted sons that had completed her life after the crushing reality of her own infertility that had left her no other choice. It was still a great thing but there was always a little niggle of disappointment at not having her own child. Either way it didn't fill the void of personal loneliness she felt sometimes and she had to admit this helped, having Ed taking in glances of her ass when he thought she wasn't looking though he wasn't entirely subtle about it any more. He knew she was very aware of what he wanted and by this point neither one of them were particularly clandestine about it, having flirted for years though he seemed to have somewhat accepted she wasn't going to give him a chance.
Well...so he thought. Jordana couldn't deny since her divorce she'd been a bit lonely, her time taken up looking after her family rather than getting out and meeting anybody new when she wasn't at work. And she'd not managed to meet anyone new through work either, especially with the same old team around her working on the latest Fast and Furious movie. Readying herself, tensed and focused, she took the cue and dived out of the classic Chevy once more, throwing herself down into the matting once more with a thump, looking up towards her mark as she stretched out away from the vehicle and plunged to the floor.
"Better," he said, nodding affirmatively as she pushed up on her elbows.
"Yeah? Good," she said, flicking her long dark hair back and pushing up in a press up manner. Despite her slender build she was in good shape, toned and strong, the workouts to keep her fit paying off, especially as she knew he watched as she showed off her physical strength. Jordana stood up from the mat and gave a stretch, taking a pause before she climbed back into the car.
"Nail that way and we'll be there on this one," Ed told her.
"Good, I'll be glad when we get this stunt down and can move on," she replied.
"Well there's still more to learn," he smiled.
"I know, plenty more to do, there always is it seems," she laughed, reflecting on how every one of these movies had got bigger and more explosive, taking more energy and effort every time to complete the filming. She loved it but it was tiring there was no doubt and sometimes she looked forward to the quieter days of filming with more normal scenes.
"Again, let's go honey," he said with a smile, teasing as he made the do-it-again motion with his hand.
"Yes sir," she said mockingly with a roll of her eyes, sliding back into the car to repeat the move again. She reset and they went over the stunt several more times, perfecting the moves, the Panamanian beauty throwing her lithe form from the classic American muscle car onto the matting beside it. Despite the pads she still felt it, the cool slap on her body every time she hurled herself down, focusing regardless and getting it perfected. She was glad though when Ed told her he thought they were done and he thought they had the stunt spot on, ready for the producers to see the following day.
"That'll do for this one," he said as she pulled herself up again, taking his offered hand to stabilise her as she stepped off the thick padding onto the hard floor of the studio, such a contrast beneath her feet.
"Sure they'll be happy with it?" she asked, though she knew from experience that if he said things were good, they were. Their chemistry, despite its sexual tension that had sometimes been a bit uncomfortable from both sides, had yielded great results over the years.
"Yeah we've got it," he said as Jordana dusted herself down, clearing up as Ed stepped over the mat and pushed the door of the Chevy shut. Time was getting on, the evening ticking by as they'd already spent longer than normal and a lot of people had already thrown in the towel and headed home for the night.
