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[ranger-kellyn]

WIP Wednesday #1 - NaNo 2023

Have a short wip of my nano 2023 project, the ending to my ongoing fic, Getaway Car! Starting off with the chapter I'm going to put between the current chapters 9 and 10, making it the new 10.

No editing since it's NaNo, and she's extra rough since I've been on a writing break, but it's still just good to be finally working on this \ovo/

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Chapter 10 

In Which TITLE

(AKA In which the author decided this chapter shouldn't have been left on the cutting room floor)

Cynthia hadn’t given much thought to it when Diantha had asked to do her makeup for her.  For weeks now, Dezerea had been doing her makeup, so she figured it would be nothing to have someone else in her face all morning.  

Instead of some annoyance or indifference, Cynthia was finding herself more enthralled with the small intimacy of it all.  The way Diantha had so carefully set out all her brushes, carefully picking and choosing what to do and when.  The delicate touch of ensuring she caused no harm.  The way they talked and laughed throughout the whole process.  

“You know,” Diantha began, tapping off excess powder foundation from the brush.  “Admittedly, I figured if our last scene didn’t force either of our hands, this scene would have been what did it,” she said with a laugh. 

Cynthia hummed in agreement. 

As much as the bar scene had pushed them over the edge, she was also certain that the fade to black was going to be their mutual undoing.  

“I thought you said these scenes aren’t actually that fun to film,” Cynthia said. 

Diantha shrugged, leaning back to assess her work.  “They’re usually not.  Like I said, I usually just get yelled at for not being as into it as I should be, or I’m struggling to listen to the directors yell out directions while also staying in the moment,” she explained.  

Cynthia nodded along.  

“However,” she began, a grin on her lips.  “You would have been the first co-star I did a scene like this when I genuinely wanted to fuck them,” she said, knowing the crassness would get a laugh from Cynthia.  

Which it absolutely did. 

“I guess in all fairness, you’re the first co-star I’ve wanted fuck, too,” she said, leaning in for a quick kiss.  The novelty of getting to do so freely had yet to wear off.  It had only been a few days, so not that she had expected it to, but she was content to remind herself of how happy she was that things turned out the way they did.  

Diantha laughed into the kiss.  “And how many co-stars have you had?” she asked. 

Cynthia shrugged, leaning back.  “I mean, technically, I have done interviews and group interviews.  You could always count that as co-stars.  Just maybe different and boring since most of that would have been interviews for my field work,” she said. 

Diantha nodded.  “I guess I’ll let myself be flattered, then,” she said with a lilt. 

“How do you think today will go?” Cynthia asked. 

She shrugged.  “I honestly don’t know.  This will be only my third or fourth time having an intimacy coordinator on set.” 

Prior to leaving the previous days’ shoot, Tom and Lita had let them know that they would have an intimacy coordinator on set.  At first, it almost upset Diantha.  She was positive the lack of one for any scene prior had meant they had hired one at the last second, in what felt like retaliation after what had happened with Alexander.  

The rational part of her figured that wasn’t entirely the case.  Having an intimacy coordinator on set was a good call in her mind.  Their work was relatively new on the film scene, but she had always enjoyed their help.  Like any profession, some were better than others, and with it being Cynthia’s first film in general– it was a good call. 

Pushing her hair back over her head, Cynthia got herself more comfortable on the bed.  “Do you know anything about the intimacy coordinator?” she asked.  It wasn’t a job title she was familiar with.  

She shook her head.  “No, I never saw a name, but…” She shrugged.  “It should be fine.  Really, their job is to just ensure we’re both comfortable and protected, and that things feel as authentic as they can be.  If nothing else, it will give us a good cover for why we’re weirdly comfortable with one another,” she said with a laugh. 

“Can’t imagine why,” Cynthia said, leaning in for another kiss.  

“Come on, darling, don’t ruin all my work,” Diantha said, nothing in her tone indicating she was actually upset.