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Stella was still until “Action,” was called.
She had waited for this part, for the love scene between her and Elijah in the sequel to their last movie.
After Elijah made her come–again–in the Faro Islands, she had plotted her revenge against Dean.
Of course Dean had made it seem like it was entirely about her talent, that it was about making her more of a star. But the truth of the matter was she felt like a commodity to him. She was not even sure that he was with her because he wanted to be with her. Or because he wanted people to know he was with her, to see that he was with her.
When Elijah had made her come–without touching her in the Faro Islands–she felt more real than she had felt for a long time. But he had also deceived her. He knew the whole sequel thing, maybe he was pretending that he did not know that Dean had not told her that night.
She felt frozen all of the time since then.
But now, action she was ready! The premise of the new script was that she and Elijah had been pushed back in time. At the end of the first movie, Adora told Elijah that if she could start over she would be with him and she would choose him every time. It was the best way for things to end. But this time there was a time machine that brought them back to the first time that he had called her, and it was clear that he wanted sex. A booty call, and she was happy to answer it.
It was everything that you did not see in the first movie, but the point was fate was fate that she was going to meet Didier regardless…and possibly still end up cheating on Elijah with him.
And that Elijah was still going to take his revenge regardless. This sequel was even darker than the original film.
Her own internal time machine brought her back to when she met Elijah on the set of the first movie. He was intense and in character, she had admired that. He barely had any interaction with her off the set, she was much closer with the actor who played Didier.
But Elijah was always in her mind for that reason, because he ignored her.
She was doing her makeup in her dressing room, when saw Elijah in the mirror fingering her star. It felt like he was touching her. He was dressed all in black, and looked evil and sexy at the same time.
“Did you need something?”
He walked in, and closed the door behind him.
No words.
She felt the prickle of fear and desire so tantalizing she stopped breathing, then gave a tiny pant when she realized she was not.
He paused in front of her.
“Yeah, I need something.”
“What?” She could not stop herself from a slight shiver.
“To get a rise out of you. Got it!”
“You monster!”
She pounded at him from a sitting position, but he did not shift in position.
He grabbed her hands in the middle of her onslaught.
“Do you really want to assault me when I am in character? You read the script…it could go badly for you.”
“Monster!”
“You do not really think that do you? Why we are engaged to be married…”
“Knock it off okay? We will just interact on set.”
He stared at her and wouldn’t move, and she began to hate him because she wondered if he saw her desire. She was ashamed to feel it, when clearly he just wanted to play his part.
“And I want to just do that too, but you are making me act out of character. I usually stay in character all the time and while Elijah wants you as a character…I want you as a woman…”
Stella trembled. She hated that she could not act like she was not affected.
She never acted with him again after that, he messed up her method because she was not acting like she was torn in the movie. She was torn between him as her lover, and him as an actor tormenting her.
She slipped out of her time machine when she heard,
“Action!”
She was in the edge of telling Elijah–the character–about the time machine, because he did not seem to know. He put his fingers on her lips, and she kissed her fingers.
“Cut,” Dean said.
Stella looked at Dean. The last time he directed a love scene between her and Elijah, they actually had sex. She suspected he remembered that as well.
She walked off the set,
“Did we do something wring?”
Dean stared at her.
“I do not like the lighting. You don’t look good.”
Stella took a deep breath. He looked at her like she had written the script, like she had asked to be reunited with her ex-lover in a sequel.
“Well I don’t want to look bad…”
“No darling, I meant…I cannot have my star altered in any way. We will figure it out love.”
Something about his British accent always soothed her. She smiled, and rethought everything. Maybe she was being too rough on him. Maybe they would figure it all out.
Love.
She saw Elijah all in black out if the corner of her eye, squeezed Dean’s hand tightly and smiled at him reassuringly.

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When Dean took her to Iceland, Stella knew that he had an ulterior motive. She was pretty sure that he did not suspect her episode with Elijah at the premiere, but he knew he was there and that was probably more than enough for him. Stella found out Dean’s ulterior motive sooner than later…he was thinking about a film made here.
Dean was a bit of a control freak, sometimes she suspected that he directed their lives as well. Maybe she was feeling negative because the days were so short. It was four in the afternoon, and it looked like deep evening. She was lying in a hot tub and felt completely relaxed. She was alone, and happy to be in one place.The Faroe Islands was also a possible location, and they were constantly in a helicopter for there to go from place to place. Here the warm water made her feel drowsy…and aroused.
With her eyes closed, she was not seeing Dean even though she was imagining how she wanted her desire quenched. Everything had been fine between her and Dean until the damn premiere, when she ran from Elijah. Her dreams that night and for several nights after had been penetrated by Elijah. She woke in the mornings with a heat that spread over her, that she was sure was Elijah, like this huldufolk myth that she had learned in Iceland. Hidden people in the firm of elves or fairies. She of course did not believe in such things, but what else would explain the tactile warmth that spread over her every morning whether she slept with Dean or not?
Elijah had made her come at the premiere, and the thing was she was thinking about him before she confused him for Dean. She was watching him on the screen making love to her, and wanting him in her thoughts or fantasies? Why was her life like the premise of the movie that she had been in with Elijah? Why was he now the other she could not stop thinking about the way she had thought about Didier as Adora in the film?
Stella fell asleep, on waking she was hurried out and left. Dean was in the front, and she happily was not that late for his pickup. He kissed her and she sighed softly, she was still in the mood.
“We are going to have drinks with some potential producers. When I told them you might think about the film they were delighted.”
“Me?”
“Well of course honey, who else but you? My muse?”
He squeezed her thigh.
Was it her guilt that kept her quiet? Or the impending darkness outside? It was dark so early, and cold. Stella almost felt like she was being held hostage: actually by Dean and mentally by Elijah.
Time rolled into itself, they had dinner. Stella like the Icelandic cuisine, Dean not so much. She knew he planned on drinking heartily as he always did. She knew to be careful with the potent Icelandic Brennevin, she believed it was called the Black Death…
When they got to the bar, her plans to be modest with her drinking were diminished when she saw the producers.
And Elijah.
A warm flush flooded her and she almost felt faint, but it was then she was handed a shot of Brennevin.
And kept them coming, to form a kind of death of her own. She sat next to Elijah because it was the only choice and for the first time in Iceland, she felt like she was in the middle of a heatwave. When she gazed at Dean, his expression was inscrutable.
She and Elijah had been too successful, they wanted a sequel to their film. More than tipsy, Stella barely even understood the plot as it was spun aloud. Dean did not look surprised, she felt blindsided.
“Did you know about this?” Elijah asked her, his breath fell on her like a dragon’s fire.
“No,”
“Dean did not tell you?”
Stella was ashamed, clearly she was the only one out of the loop.
She downed another shot.
They migrated to the hotel where they were all staying apparently and Stella felt like she was on a set. She wobbled and almost felt in the lobby. Elijah grabbed her.
“I am sorry Stell, I thought you knew.”
Don’t play a patron saint with me, you made me come at the premiere.”
“I can make you come now too,” he said under his breath.
“You wouldn’t dare. Dean is here!”
“Did that stop me the last time?”
Stella was on complete fire now, she was afraid he would and she wanted him to.
“Listen Stella, you are in on this now. Enjoy the ride, and you know what I mean.”
Suddenly Iceland was the hottest place on earth, even though she was lost in the snow…

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They came to the opening late. It was November 5, and Dean bemoaned not being in the UK for Bonfire Night festivities. Stella smirked at him, told him that he was a bit of a traitor himself and he should be content with that. The filth that he whispered in her ear, made her forget about her remaining bristle with him about the things that had happened leading up to the opening.
Plus she loved the hell out of his sexy British accent. He cradled one of her buttocks, then slapped it so hard that Stella looked around to see if anyone had noticed.
The filming for Menaced, short from The Menaced Assassin, the Magritte painting that loosely inspired it was so long ago…so many things had happened since. She was discreet as her hand slipped into Dean’s. She had had so little contact with Elijah, since the blow-up over the leaking of their actual lovemaking during a scene. A small part of Eliza believed that Dean had done it on purpose because he wanted her for himself. He swore that it was not like that, but did she really care now? Elijah had been irate, and they had broken up. The breakup has been devastating for her, because she was with Elijah in her real and pretend roles in life. Dean was conveniently there to pick up her pieces, and they had been together ever since.
Sitting in the back of the screening, she rested either arm on arms of her seat. Dean continued to whisper filthy things that he wanted to do to her, and she tried not to make a sound. He stood up suddenly. She had not memorized the sequences in the film, it was that scene.
That scene.
“Come on, let’s go! It is almost the end–”
Stella was frozen in her seat.
“I have to watch it Dean, I have avoided it all this time. I have to see it just this once…”
“Fuck me if I am going to sit here and watch it! I will be outside…”
She was dreaming about the masquerade when she looked at the screen again. In her seat, she was squirming. When their masks kissed onscreen, she wished that she was wearing a mask. She hoped that no one noticed that she was there in the back, watching herself fuck Elijah on the screen.
And then, somewhere through it the scene, Dean came and sat back down next to her. She put her hand over his jacket sleeve.
“I just need to see it this once, just this once to not be afraid…”
When she saw herself and her expressions and the way she was caressing Elijah…she gasped. Dean put his hand over her mouth, and kissed her neck. She stilled and he moved his hand, continued to kiss her neck. Stella was silent, even though she squirmed in her seat all the more. Dean roughly pulled up her skirt, and she knew he was pleased that she was already wet from the way his fingers caressed her there…slowly, like Elijah used to. He pushed one finger into her, caressed her lips so she would not cry out. She saw herself faux making love to Elijah on the screen later in the scene, but she was thinking about making love to him for real in her mind.
And then as he added another finger, and another and she was about to burst. She buried her face in his shoulder, and then she knew.
She had not been imagining Elijah.
She closed her legs tightly, but it was too late. Stella came so hard, tears filled her eyes from the pleasure and because she knew, she knew…
She pulled her skirt back down, and rushed past Elijah. She knew his scent and his touch as real this time, and not the times she had imagined them.
He held her thigh, stood up and whispered as she tried to push past him.
“Are you still afraid Stella? Are you feeling menaced?”
She kneed him in the groin, he covered his mouth.
Stella ran because she was afraid for a myriad of reasons…

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Adora was dreaming about the masquerade ball where she kissed Didier. She knew it was a dream, because she had the awareness of it as she walked around feeling past aroused and wanting to come. But she knew how things were supposed to go. Adjusting her mask, she saw a woman playing the piano naked, the piano player at the real masquerade was formally dressed in black tie. Other indications it was a dream in case she was not sure.
And then she saw Elijah as he was now on the island, all dressed in black.
With a mask.
She was afraid, but attracted as she was when she was awake. Attracted, even though he was menacing and she feared him. He grabbed her arms now, very tenderly. Their masks kissed before he kissed her. There was a crowd around them, but she could not see Didier. Deep down, she was not looking for him. Even at the actual ball she had been looking for Elijah. He had promised that he would be with her for the night, but she was alone. Maybe her dream was her penance? Maybe her dream was what her subconscious desired?
Adora did not know what to feel, because even when she was awake, she could not deny what she was feeling or had felt even while Elijah was scaring the hell out of her.
But now was a dream and she could be in control. Or she could let the dream happen to her. Her lacy mask grazed her cheek, as did her hair. Elijah pushed her hair out of the way, but not her mask. His mask was dark and stormy.
She followed him as he took her into a dim area, where there were more topless women and men with bowties about their necks serving champagne.
The actual masquerade had felt like it should have been something like this, and apparently her subconscious believed so too. Masks hid people, but exposed them too and there was so much of a sexual charge that accompanied it.
In a dark corner, that was only lit by a sliver of light from a curved lantern, Elijah stripped her except for her mask, and even though she was afraid they would get caught she did nothing.
Completely naked, her ass spread against the wall, Adora did not protest as Elijah unzipped his pants and pressed himself so hard to her she almost could not breathe.
“Oh,” she cried out holding him tight to her, before her hands slipped into his pants so she could feel a whisper of his ass thrusting against her.
“Cut!”
But they could not, they could not. Stella whimpered.
In the dream sequence they were filming, they were supposed to make love and be exposed. But now they were exposed to the entire production.
The real masquerade was over.
Her affair with Elijah was now there for everyone to see.
“Take a break everyone. Stella, Elijah stay on the set.
Her mask was her only bit of armor. Stella savored the feel of him inside her. She had always imagined what she would do if she had been Adora, when Elijah walked in on her and Didier on the island in that scene.
Now she knew she would keep on fucking him. It was awkward to move away now, when it was clear that they had just made love on the set. Elijah handed her her dress, and then zipped up his pants. He took her hand as they walked over to Dean.
“I think we should keep it in. I think we should even leak it, that you and Elijah are a couple and actually made love on set…” Dean said. “This is not the first time this kind of thing has happened on one of my sets and I go with it!”
“It was an accident Dean, what happened. It was getting carried away in the moment. I do not want that advertised!” Stella said indignantly.
And to her masked face, Dean told Stella he would respect her wishes. But somehow the film leaked out, and the terse horror movie that she had signed up for became a porno practically.

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Elijah dreamt that he was in a snowstorm in the middle of the desert, he woke up and realized the air conditioning was on blowing on him that morning while he was still in Chile. Being stranded in the desert in the snow, represented that he knew that had been deserted. Getting dressed to meet Adora on a deserted island, he was not sure how he felt as he loaded his gun.
Adora was beautiful, and even though he was a scientist he was a geek in the way that many women found sexy. He knew that women were attracted to him, but he was married to science. But Adora was the most beautiful woman he had ever been with, and the most serious relationship that he had ever had. He never proposed to a woman before her.
Living with her was comfortable for him. He wanted to be with a partner who wanted someone who meant everything to them, and to be with someone who meant everything to him. Believing Adora loved him, that he was going to be happy with her forever made him feel invincible. But now, she made him feel like the cliché of a woman scorned. When he realized that she was seeing Didier, it was like a shot in the head. It was the worst pain that he could have imagined. If he had known that he would feel like this, he would have stayed married to his career.
It was freezing now again like it had been in his dream, because of a sudden surge of air from the air conditioning. Watching Adora cringing as she watched the enlarged words from her diary on the curtains, he remembered what it was like when he saw them for the first time. Words of love written by her for Didier. He had not wanted to believe about their kiss at the ball, but when he saw it on Elberta’s phone he had no choice but to believe. It angered him that Elberta had shown it to him, and he had dealt with her…but it was best that he knew.
Adora was dazed on the floor after he had hit her. He had not been raised to be like this with a woman, but she had brought him to this point. Right now, he was so many things that he had never imagined he would be. After he hit Adora and she fell back dazed, he went after Didier again. Without Adora’s screams, he punched him like a bag until his knuckles began to hurt. Adora crawled on the floor, her arms out like a snake. He stepped on her wrist, and she winced with pain.
When he first got there, he was thinking he was just going to scare them, but now that he had been there for awhile he was not sure what he was going to do.
He sat on the floor beside Adora, shivering and wondering what he was going to do next. How far he was going to have to go, how far he wanted to go…
Adora reached for his ankle, he jumped up and kicked her hand away.
“Don’t touch me!”
He waved her touch away like an insect, and caught his reflection in the mirror. A silhouette in black, he did not recognize himself. Elijah was unable to understand how he could be so hot with rage, and feel so cold inside…

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Now what exactly! When Chris of Stranded in Toronto said he needed a prompt for his deliciously named erotica meme A Darker Flame.…well I could not leave him stranded, could I?! I came up with this prompt, so that means I had to write a story…gulp!
Let me tell you this meme is amazing, and I am going to be a return customer! Getting to this point was half the fun! Below is what I came up with…

Adora embraced herself on the sand. She arrived on the island with three things as she was instructed, while she waited for Elijah to meet her after his conference. She had been with him in Chile for a few days, but he suggested she might like time alone to write.
Her notebook, a fountain pen and a book of Pablo Neruda poems she bought in Santiago were all she had. She bought the book of poems after she had visited La Chaschona, the home Neruda had named after Mathilde his wife. The wife he had written the passionate poems in her possession about.
Inside the bungalow she took off all of her clothes except for her corset which she bought in a Chilean store. Even without Elijah there, she was in a mood. Between her legs wound with desire she could not ignore. Absently, she caressed her notebook and the Neruda poems.
She was alone, but she felt surrounded by the spirits of literary icons like Neruda and Anaïs Nin. Adora was a huge diarist like Nin. She shared everything with Elijah, but the journal was hers. The things she did not, and could not share with him.
The wound pulse between her legs demanded attention. She ran her hand over the hollow of her neck, trickling her fingers to the softness that was her breasts pushed to the top of her corset. Her breasts were smooth, and she enjoyed playing with them.
Then she heard movement in the house.
The house belonged to Didier, Elijah’s boss who was letting let her stay there for the few days. But there was obviously someone in the house. She put her petticoat back on, thinking maybe it was housekeeping since the house was impeccably clean.
When she turned the corner barefoot, she gasped at the Didier who she recognized from behind.
She was very familiar with him from various angles.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” she stated bluntly without finesse.
“What are you supposed to be? Madonna circa her Like a Virgin period?”
Adora had to admit, she was channeling that look in her lacy white corset and petticoat.
“Elijah told me you wouldn’t be here.”
Didier looked her up and down in the lingering way he did that she hated herself for liking. He always looked at her like that, and it always made her tight as if knots of rope for tug of war were being pulled between her legs.
“Because I told him I would not be here.”
“But why?”
He walked toward her, and she tried to pretend like it did not affect her.
Elijah had a close relationship with Didier. And from the moment that she met him…that was when she began to have journal entries she could not share with Elijah.
“I wanted you here by yourself.”
Adora rubbed her eyes, sure she was dreaming. Didier whose name meant to be desired, was saying he wanted her there by herself. She could not believe this was happening.
Because she had dreamed it.
“Why do you want me alone?” She put her arms behind her back moving back toward the wall.
“I want you, and I know I shouldn’t so if I have you…if I have you I will not think about it anymore.”
“But I do not want you.”
He paused in front of her, and she stopped breathing.
“If it happens here in the house on this island, it is almost like it didn’t happen.”
Adora’s breath returned as she pressed herself against the wall. He followed her, and placed his hands on either side of her.
“But I do not want you.”
Both times the lie was weak, but she wanted to believe it.
“From the time I met you, I have not been able to see Elijah the same because he is with you.”
Looking into his eyes was a bad idea, she softened as she looked up at him.
“I’m with Elijah.” she reiterated.
His hands on her hips, he traced her shape through the corset.
“You are trying to act like when we kissed at the ball it was nothing.”
Her body even softer, she closed her eyes and swallowed when he took hold of her arms and pressed her to him.
Adora really thought she wanted time alone, but time alone would have been to write about Didier. To write about the kiss at the company ball, where Elijah left her with Didier to work.
Where she kissed Didier, then ran away pulling her gown up and acting like Cinderella. But instead of a pumpkin, she turned into a ball of desire.
Being with him right now scared her. She’d wanted to be with Didier on this empty island in her dreams, and now she was terrified.
Always the good girl, she had never been with a man simply because she wanted him. Especially if she was with someone else. She always dressed sex with love. Barely dressed now, she very much wanted Didier.
Stepping out of her petticoat, she pressed her breasts even more to his chest.
She did not want to talk anymore.
This kiss was not an accident, it was all encompassing her mouth sucking all the warmth from his.
“Take off everything except the corset, I like the way your breasts spill from the top.
Adora obeyed him, undressed except for the lacy corset.
He placed his hand over her bare triangle, his fingers played with her moisture.
“Let’s go outside.”
He took her hand, pulled a sheet from the bed and they slipped through the sliding doors. Didier spread the sheet over the sand, and got on his back.
“Show me what you want.”
Looking down at him, he looked so vulnerable. Adora saw her breasts push up all the more with the rapid beating of her heart. She sprawled over him, showed him what she wanted with his warm, hard body. Exploring different parts of him, she watched his face to tell what he liked and what he did not like.
She liked him touching her breasts, and that tiny spot between her legs where she would have to make a decision where she wanted him to enter her.
The sound of her racing heart and grunting anchored her as she made her decision. She had never been on top before, and every moment of it felt like a dream she was not waking up from.
Getting him in her and sliding completely down his shaft, her heart raced so that she was not sure if it was in her chest, or between her legs.
“I knew I would find you here!”
Elijah stood at the sliding doors. Adora was startled, but at the same time she was almost about to come.
“I knew I would find you here,” Elijah bellowed again with a revolver pointed.
Adora could not let Didier slip out of her, but she was frozen with fear and unable to absorb the desire that the etymology of his name demanded…

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