Disclaimer:
This story isn't real; this is fiction, so this is not meant to represent how the celebrities act in real life and nothing of the sort. People of minor age should not read this, even though it is not meant to harm anyone (any harm done to reader's hands are no responsibility of mine). Fantasy is apparently still legal. English is not my first language, so forgive any minor problems.
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"Hey, congratulations Saoirse!"
"You were great!"
The pretty blonde with the dark red dress kept smiling and nodding, acknowledging the comments as she kept moving along the hall. They had all been to the premiere of her recent film, 'The Host', and while the reaction to the film was somewhat mixed (to say the least) they seemed to have unanimously agreed that Saoirse was great.
For her, though, there was no motive for partying. The story truly did have potential, and she truly believed this could have been great, but not only was she disappointed with the final result it seemed that the critics at the premiere were not excited at it either. Plus, the party event that followed wasn't much better. These events, being mostly just another way to get in contact with the important people from the industry, always bored her; moreover, she didn't have anyone close with her in the party to talk with, so she had to keep walking amongst the other guests and occasionally stop to listen to their infinitely long and boring stories.
Sure, she had become pretty close to the rest of the cast; but Jake and Max were being hogged by the other female guests and producers wanting to make them the new teen heartthrobs, Diane was mostly being interviewed or had her agent keep presenting her around, and she felt uncomfortable intruding on Andrew and his wife.
Deciding to get a bit of air, Saoirse eventually excused herself from a producer who kept bragging about his latest successes and (apparently) trying to convince her to star in one of his newest projects. Once on the balcony, she breathed a sigh as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the night's air.
"Sometimes it gets quite hard to handle."
Saoirse let her head hang down, letting out a grunt at hearing an 'intruder's' voice. Turning her head to look at the person, she was quite surprised by who it was.
"I didn't know you were here."
Approaching Saoirse in the balcony, dressed in a thin little black dress that left most of her back uncovered, was the pale-skinned star of the 'Twilight Saga' movies: Kristen Stewart.
"'The Host' is being mostly marketed as the new 'Twilight', so of course they wanted someone from the former in here." Kristen stood besides Saoirse, giving a brief look of sympathy towards the blonde before looking at the sky. "My manager pretty much forced me to come here. About restoring my image or something like that."
Saoirse remembered the scandal about Kristen and the director of one of her latest pictures, but decided to not comment on that.
"Is that your first time in one of these parties?" Kristen asked, taking a side glance at her.
"In a way. I went to a couple others, but in those I had someone to talk to or keep close. Isn't really the case here."
"Didn't hit off with one of the guys?" Kristen had a smirk on her face, almost making Saoirse blush. "Come on, they are quite hot, ain't them?"
"I never noticed." Now Saoirse really was blushing, and turned her face away from Kristen. Truth be told, she DID notice Jake and Max (how could she not, when most of their scenes together involved some romantic tension between their characters or pure snuggling?), but she felt uncomfortable talking about it. "People don't necessarily hit it off just because they are starring together."
"Oh, you would be surprised..."
"Anyway, what did you think of the film?" Saoirse decided to change the topic before she got more uncomfortable. Kristen resisted the urge to laugh at the younger girls face.
"Meh, it's better than the Twilight Saga, that's for sure. But I sincerely can't think of much more to praise." Kristen made a face as if thinking. "You were great, though. Why was an Oscar-nominated young girl like you doing in that thing?!"
"Thanks. I sincerely thought it was going to be good! Seriously, the idea of the invasion was nice, wasn't it?" Saoirse tried to defend her film.
"If you think that was nice, you haven't seen Invasion of Body Snatchers. That was where this came from. But seriously, this is a
Stephenie Meyer
work. You really thought this would end up as more than a half-assed plot to write her twisted romance fantasies?" At this, a look of realization crossed Kristen's face as she smirked lecherously at Saoirse. "I get it now. You accepted the work
exactly
because of the guys, didn't you? You just wanted an excuse to snuggle with a hottie in front of the camera, ain't I right?"
Saoirse did a double take at this and her face went as red as her dress. "No! Of course not!"
"Of course, with all the on-screen romance you would have to make the chemistry between you work well, which could require some off-screen 'rehearsal'." Kristen's voice gave a special intonation to the last word that made it obvious its real meaning. "And the studio would be more than willing to give it an extra push, marketing you as a couple to attract fans."
"OH MY GOD!" Saoirse brought her hands up, hiding her red face on them. She looked like she could pass out at any moment, considering the amount of blood going to her face. This time, Kristen did not resist and let out a loud belly laugh, bringing her hand up to help control herself.
"My God, girl, pull yourself together! No need to be so shy!" Managing to keep it down, Kristen turned to look fully at Saoirse with a smile on her face. "Off-screen hooking up is more common than you think."
Saoirse looked up, her still red face scrunched in an angry look. "Yeah, coming from the woman who hooked with her co-star, then cheated on him with the director of her next film, a
married man
no less..." She stopped as she saw the shocked look on Kristen's face.
For a moment neither spoke, the Irish-American too shocked at the words that came out of her mouth. She was about to apologize before the brunette grinned and inched closer to her.
"Wanna in on a secret?" Inching closer and her voice almost on a whisper, she continued. "His wife knew about it too."
Saoirse's eyes widened and her mouth hanged open in shock, Kristen's grin widening. The blonde was way too prudish, too innocent...
"B-But what about the scandal? She kicked him out... They almost broke up... She..."
"Yep, she knew and was okay with it. But of course, once a picture got out, she had to make herself seem like a victim and all. In the end it all worked out: they made it seem like they were breaking up, she magnanimously forgave him and took him back, I got off easily since the marriage wasn't broken." Saoirse was shocked, though she could see the reasoning in the decision. But why had she... "Besides, if they found out she got into the action with us THEN it would be a problem."
Saoirse gasped at this new information, her face once again morphing into one of utter disgust. Yet, Kristen noticed, there seemed to be something else in her eyes...
"Oh seriously? Do you think that is repugnant or something? What is repugnant, the thought of a threesome or of doing another girl like that?" Leaning close again, her mouth close to Saoirse's ear, she whispered. "Or the fact you are liking this little talk?"
"Okay, I've had enough." An embarrassed Saoirse turned away from Kristen, starting to move back inside to the party. Before she moved away, though, Kristen grabbed her arm and the blonde turned around, fixing a glare at the brunette.
"What?"
Leering right back at the blonde, Kristen didn't give her a chance to react as she pulled her in and crashed her lips against hers.
Saoirse's eyes shot open at the touch, and for a moment her mind seemed to blank. She didn't push away, nor reacted at all; just stood there, unconsciously feeling Kristen's lips move against hers. There was something nice about it...
Seeing the blonde's clear blue eyes shut, Kristen pulled her closer and, deciding to be bolder, pried her mouth open with her tongue. For a moment she felt Saoirse moan and her tongue move against her; suddenly, though, the Irish-American seemed to snap back to reality.
Pushing Kristen away she brought her hand to her mouth, wiping it. "What the fuck?"
Licking her lips, Kristen moved forward. "For being such a prude, you certainly seemed to enjoy it." As Saoirse seemed to be immobilized, Kristen leaned into her ear as she passed by her. "I'm staying at one of the hotel's room. If you want, and I know you will, you can stay around after the party ends."
Giving a brief nibble on the blonde's ear, she left her still paralyzed in shock alone in the balcony.
"See you later,
Sir-sha
".
For the rest of the party, Saoirse couldn't help thinking about the 'Twilight' star and what happened. She was still confused by it. She had never heard someone talk like that; the way Kristen talked about such a subject, such a
wrong and inappropriate
subject like that... It had shocked her, yes, but instead of repulsing her it had made her feel funny, hot and excited...
And then there was that kiss. She had no problem with homosexuals/bisexuals, but she had never fancied herself as one. She liked men, had boyfriends, admittedly got hot at the idea of her scenes with Jake and Max... But the brunette's kiss had not been unpleasant; it had made her feel more than the kisses she shared during 'The Host's filming...
She was confused and conflicted inside, but she knew she had liked it. And she felt herself more and more willing to accept her proposition, even though she knew what Kristen truly planned.
Which was why, as she talked with Diane Kruger while leaving the party, she looked for Kristen at the hotel's lobby.
"Hey, Saoirse!"
