"Really?! Has Jen heard about this??"
The brunette is smirking, almost devilishly. She knows that her shy, blonde coworker undoubtedly will blush her cheeks off to this unexpected news.
"No, we couldn't reach her on her phone this morning but we're working on it."
Adam inform at Lana and chuckles at her childish reaction as he's collecting small notes from his desk where all the writing usually takes place.
"PLEASE can I tell her?!" The actress jumps in her spot. She really thinks this is hilarious.
"Tell her what?" He puts all the papers, scripts, and maps into a big, black case where he always keeps his work.
"That we will have to make out on set!" She wears a ridiculously wide smile, slightly sticking her tongue out between her perfectly straight teeth, like a real tease.
The author laughs aloud, he isn't even surprised. They have known each other for about five years now and he has gotten used to her silly sense of humor a long time ago.
"Sure. Saves me some work!" He smiles and puts his collection of paperwork under his arm before he grabs his half-empty paper cup of coffee in his other hand. He takes a deep breath before turning his gaze towards a still ridiculously pleased face.
"Oh well, that's it for the day. We will begin tomorrow at around eleven o clock. No need to tell you to make sure to be there, I know you're always in time."
He gives a thumbs up and nod of confirmation as he walks past her and out from the office, the giddy brunette following right behind.
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After they've said their goodbyes, each one of them heading home, she picks up her phone to call her clueless friend. It takes a few attempts before someone's picking up the other line.
"Lana?"
They never talk over phone, no wonder she sounds so surprised, almost worried.
"Heeey girl! Is everything alright?"
She already sounds like a big, annoying tease. Good thing the woman on the other end can't see the smirk creeping up on her excited work partner.
"Uh... I guess? Yeah. What's going on?"
Lana enjoys the sound of confusion in her voice, it makes her feel mystical, secretive, maybe even special, for knowing something she doesn't. The blonde can't see, but she can hear the brunette bite her lip as she uses her most sensual, husky, teasing voice as she speak the next sentence.
"They're making SwanQueen happen."
It's quiet for a mere second until she can't contain herself any longer and bursts out in a fit of throaty laughter.
Jennifer is uncertain of what to answer at first, it takes an awkward quiet minute before words come out of her already open mouth.
"Really?? Haha well that's... Quite something." She laughs insecurely, a little taken aback by the information.
Even though she would want to genuinely laugh, because after all it's kind of ironic, she's too shy to do that, especially on the phone with her very self conscious colleague, who calls for the very first time ever due to pretty odd reasons.
"Isn't it?!" She laughs before she finally realizes she might be fooling around a bit too much for her friend's liking.
"Anyhow... Adam tried to contact you earlier and tell you, but you were busy obviously, so I took the freedom to tell you myself, 'mi amore'."
Another melodic, deep chuckle.
"We start at eleven tomorrow, see you there?"
The woman on the phone lets out a forced giggle before she answers.
"Yeah... Yeah I'll be there. See ya!"
When Lana hangs up, she's by the entrance of her trailer. The door is locked, and just as she digs a hand down her purse to search for her keys, there's someone running towards the other side of the door, barking loudly.
The brunette smiles, that obedient, patient dog of hers is always there to warm her heart and bed when she comes back from work late at night. When she finally has untangled the keychain from the rest of her purse's content, she unlocks the door and is met by a shaggy, brown, very happy companion who wiggles her tail as if it is a matter of life or death.
"Heeeey my beautiful girl! Heey Lola, you've been SO good, yeah!! I know, mommy's been away for too long now! I'm sorry..." She places a kiss on top of the pups nose bridge, before getting up from her knees she had just fallen down to. It was getting really late and the exhausted actress would have to get up in only a few hours to make herself ready for the next day of intense shooting for the show.
"Hey, baby, come here!!" She gestures with her hand to the empty spot next to her on the bed as she has changed to pajamas and the excited pup comes running before jumping up to make herself comfortable and give her owner company for the night. The light goes out, and both silence and darkness fills the trailer.
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The golden curls are everywhere. Everywhere on her head, and everywhere in her hairbrush. Annoyed and tired, she rips the dead, tangled hair straws from the brush and throws it in the trash before once again trying to get her hair in order. She's late.
Really late, and she promised the crew she would be there on time. Cursing the curling iron as she trips over it while looking for her mascara hiding somewhere in her make up bag, she runs to the other side of the bathroom only to find it really hard to open.
"... Shit!"
She drops the slender brush full of black paint to the floor where it leaves ugly marks that she has no time or intention to clean up right now. She picks it up quickly and finishes what she has started before throwing a pair of jeans on to a white tank top to complete her Emma Swan look and heads out of her trailer.
She's gotten too used to driving the yellow bug on set, that she has nearly forgotten how to drive her own car, and it's absolutely not reducing the stress that has only grown on her since she has gotten out on the road. She's as much as ten minutes late. How could she not wake up when the alarm rang for the first time this morning? This is a joke.
It's not a long drive and as she arrives they fortunately haven't started yet. Colin, Lana and Robert aren't done in make up and hair so there's plenty of time to go and grab her red leather jacket. This is the most comfortable yet boring part of playing Emma Swan, the preparation. She needs no transformation in the make up and hair trailer, nor the costume trailer, everything can be easily fixed at home. Well, except for that leather jacket. Right, the leather jacket.
Awoken from her daydreams, Jen takes plenty of time to go through their enormous closet to find her garment, after all there's no need to hurry.
"There you are!"
The blonde spins around in surprise, not focused enough to hear who's voice it is that appears from behind. Nor is it needed, because the formally dressed Latina makes quite an appearance as she approaches with loudly clicking heels.
"Oh, Lana..! You kinda scared me..."
The blonde offers a cheesy smile while picking her recently found jacket down from the rack in front of her.
"We thought you had slid off the road or something."
The brunette walks up closer to her to be able to have a conversation without yelling across the room. She's wearing black pantyhose beneath a red dress, covered by a black jacket and boots with heels that would destroy Jen's feet after just a one minute walk. Good for her she doesn't have to wear them.
"I'm sorry, I overslept... Then smeared my floor with mascara and-"
Lana lets out a rich throaty laugh interrupting her mid sentence,
"It's alright dear, everyone is keeping a slow pace today. We're not shooting as much as we did yesterday."
She puts a soothing hand on her colleague's arm, squeezing it gently.
"See you out there when you're ready."
Hazel orbs turns its warm gaze away from emerald as the sound of those high, delicate heels begins to fade. When the room regains its familiar silence she throws on her scarlet jacket and puts her hair up into a rather high ponytail before leaving the trailer to head to the building they're partly recording in today.
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"And ACTION!"
"You will NOT tear this family apart!!"
Emma Swan yells, sword in hand, feet glued to the ground.
The figure under the hood rushing towards her, almost hovering. Before she knows it, its sword is up in the air, ready to slice the savior into pieces with a single hit. Emma is quick though. The two swords smash together with a loud cling, and keeps doing just that continuously from all possible angles, until the dreaded happens. Her sword falls to the ground, her hand is uncontrollable. It's shaking tremendously and she knows there's no way stopping this now. She knows that this is it. This is the end. She looks up when she notices how a shadow suddenly covers her vision.
There is an ear splitting sound, and then there's unbearable pain. Pain enough for her hand to give up its trembling. Pain enough to make her knees weak and bend. Pain enough to scream;
"REGINA?!"
The hooded creature disappears in an instant after its mission is completed.
The shocked brunette falls backwards into the arms of the savior who's already kneeling on the cold concrete ground. Her hands are pressed against the center of her stomach, and deep red liquid is trickling out among her slender fingers trying to keep it from spilling. Her breath is quick and shallow, her eyes fluttering and her mind trying to become at peace since she knows she has done the right thing. She had this all planned out. She aways knew she had to do this, ever since the savior had told her about the vision, she knew. She did this on purpose, without doubting, because if she hadn't, Emma would've been gone now.
"I told you I will save you.. if it is the last thing I do..."
Regina's words are just a weak whisper.
She's aching. Her whole body is aching in pain as the deep wound just keeps leaking, yet it's nothing compared to the other woman's heart. Regina's mind is fuzzy, Emma's is thinking everything possible at once. The brunette's vision is blurry, The blonde's eyes are as wide and focused on her. The Mayor's breathing slows, the sheriff is breathing louder for every second that gives her the unacceptable promise that Regina won't make it. The older woman goes limp, the younger tense.
Mocha orbs shut, emerald waters.
The queen dies.
The savior too.
Because she's no longer a savior. She is no longer the savior because she has failed to fulfill the role that was assigned to her before birth. She's no longer a savior because she can't even save someone she had always promised to save. She's no longer a savior if she let the love of her life die. She is no longer a savior if she couldn't be just that for Regina.
The family around the two of them aches just as much, as the echoing screams of their wrecked daughter, mother, girlfriend, are like needles in their hearts whether they cared as much about Regina or not.
Everything usually happens so fast on set. She is not used to having the time to think while they're filming, just act, and they say it actually usually turns out better that way. It doesn't get too personal and heavy for the actor and they don't need hours to recover for the next scene.
But this minute alone, out of this entire day of shooting, she feels, and she is aware, every single millisecond of it.
The warmth that quickly increase between their faces as she closes the distance between them until is nonexistent and replaced by the feeling of the soft, plump destination her lips fell towards and eventually crashed onto. The lipstick adorning the other woman's lips that contagiously makes distinct marks all over her own and the incredible heat growing towards her face as the blood rushes to her head all at once. The wet, warm tongue that shouldn't, but is, slightly, barely dancing with hers and sends massive shivers down her spine before the producers yell 'cut' to the sound of their lips carefully leaving each other,
it all echoes in her head.
It was just a second, yet so much more.
Jen gets up rather quickly. Both actresses with a look on their faces like nothing just happened. Except for Jen's evident color on her face of course, although it could be taken for intense blood pressure to her head considering the position they had been lying in for quite a while on the concrete floor. Not to mention the intense crying scene she had to perform.
"Stay down Jen! We have to make the scene where Regina wakes up from the True love's kiss!"
Jen spins around, a little confused before she realizes that what they're saying makes sense.
"Oh..." She mumbles as her gaze switches between the cameras, producers and her coworker on the floor, who's looking up at her with a encouraging smile before she shuts her eyes closed again. The younger actress slowly kneels down besides her just like she had done before she had gotten up on her feet in her sudden panic.
"Okay, we want the scene where Regina wakes up right after the kiss, so if you could just stay really close to each other... We will shoot from above, which means we won't be able to see the kiss from this angle anyway."
She leans over the brunette once again. Her eyes are closed. Her hair falls back behind her and lies perfectly beneath her on the ground. Lips slightly parted as if to look as dead as possible. The crimson lipstick is a little smudged from the previous scene.
She wonders how long she can regard her features before she notices.
"Aaand... ACTION!"
Just as the camera starts to roll, eyes flutters open.
Regina gasps, trying to fill her lunges with more air than they can contain, as she's brought back to life. She grabs onto the arms of the woman leaning over her and with the powers she just got, she cries out her savior's name;
"Emma..!"
Her eyes are watery, her voice trembling.
Emma is frozen,
...but she's not supposed to be.
Jen's eyes are set on Lana's, intensively enough to drown in them. A director is waving in the background to remind the blonde actress of what her next move would be, in case she has forgotten. But she hasn't. And she realize it too late.
Her eyes flutter open and her mouth, that had been slightly open, clamps together with clenching teeth as she rapidly gets up from her spot.
"... I'm sorry! God.. I'm sorry I... I forgot my line."
She whitewash and she begins to feel how the blood climbs towards her face, her cheeks and forehead soon burns into a reddish blush. She tries her best to hide it, putting her hands up to cover most of it. God, this is embarrassing...
"No worries Jennifer, it happens to the best of us!" The director laughs.
Lana laughs with him. That throaty, rich and deep kind of laugh that makes it unique. It's charming. Everyone in the crew thinks so. Except for those who think it's a turn on, although everyone certainly believe so in secret. It makes Jen feel better right now though, it means no one noticed the uncomfortable tension that arose she she got consumed by her thoughts.
"Let's do it again!" The producer yells and gestures towards Jen to lie down one more time. This is getting weird. For every time she lies down on the Latina, she feels the tension growing in every muscle she has in her body.
"And... Action!"
With watery eyes, Regina cries out 'her' saviors name;
"Emma..!"
The younger woman smiles, grabs a hand of hers as she gets up on her feet and pulls her love up from the freezing concrete. When they're both standing, facing each other, breaths shallow but distinct, she takes her other hand as well and holds them tight.
"You saved me, now I saved you."
Regina smiles, squeezing their hands together even tighter before she leans in dangerously close.
"I love you."
Emma can feel the words in puffs of air on her lips, and it makes the corner of her mouth curl upwards until she's wearing full-blown smile.
"I love you too, Regina."
The brunette leans in to once again, though this time wide awake, capture the blonde's lips with her own, although this time, hands are being put against cheeks, slightly pushed into golden locks. Palms embracing as much skin as they can against cheeks, neck and jawline as lips are parting and the kiss deepening.
She should not let her mind wander this far, but; she is a good kisser. A really, good, kisser.
Pale fingers are wrapped around the brunette's waist, holding onto the fabric tighter for every time the kiss gets a tiny more passionate. Eventually it looks like she's holding onto the Mayor for dear life.
"Okay CUT! ...That's a wrap everybody."
People are applauding as they usually do at the end of the day or after a great shoot. Lana lets go of her colleague with a huge smile and chuckles as she spots the blush evident on the other actress's cheeks.
"That was fun!! I could totally do that again." She laughs, everyone laughs, except for Jen.
She just smiles, and she doesn't even notice it herself.