"Cut!" The assistant director called out, as everyone started to set down their equipment and walk off to the snack table.
Ellen shook her head slightly as if to clear it, and Patrick looked at her, realizing he still had his arms around her and entangled in her hair, and she still had her legs wrapped around his waist. She blushed, and scooted back on the exam table, releasing him. Their eyes met and something flashed between them, something that made Ellen's heart stop briefly. And made her forget to take a breath.
"Do you think that was a wrap?" he asked her quietly, noticing how noone seemed to be paying any attention to them, like they were done shooting for the day.
"I guess so," she said, looking back into his eyes. He reached his hand out to help her off the exam table and she took it, feeling his skin burn into hers like fire. They dropped their hands quickly.
She brushed her hair out of her eyes, and fidgeted nervously. There were a lot of people around, but most of them were joking around at the snack table, or wrapping up wires and getting things put up for the night.
"El…." Patrick leaned in to whisper to her.
"Not right now," she said. She knew they were going to have to talk about whatever had happened, but this wasn't the place.
Patrick sighed, "Time to head off." He waved and whirled around and headed out to his trailer. Ellen watched him walk away, before heading to the wardrobe room to change out of her dress and back into her street clothes. Twenty minutes later she was walking back to her trailer in the dark when a dark shape loomed from behind it, and pulled her aside. She relaxed instantly when she recognized her co-star's smell and shape.
He nodded to her trailer door, and they both snuck in quickly after observing for any passers by. She clicked the lock securely and sat down at the little table, folding her hands in front of her and examining her nails. He paced in the little kitchen, before coming to rest in front of her.
"That… I mean… God, I've been able to ignore this for awhile now, but this was different, holding you.. I am not so sure this is a 'crush'." He admitted shamefacedly.
Ellen looked down, embarrassed as well. He was married, she had Chris, this couldn't happen. And it was so ironicly like their tv characters life it was scary.
He stood there looking so confused and forlorn, and she knew she should just sit there and convince him it was just the heat of the moment, of filming that scene, but so many things felt unfinished. She had literally forgotten there were cast and crew members around them as they filmed, and that she wasn't in fact Meredith Grey, but Ellen Pompeo. When Patrick had started kissing her, they had completely thrown out the stage blockings they had rehearsed the previous day, and had commenced to embrace in passion. She had gasped in shock as she had felt his tongue slip into her mouth, and he had pressed himself against her, as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She could feel his arousal, and hear him whisper her name, Ellen, as he had trailed kisses down her neck and into her cleavage. She had never been kissed with such wild abandon, and when he had picked her up and pulled her onto him, with only their clothes blocking them from consummating the passion. When the A.D had called Cut, both of them had crashed to earth and been surprised to find themselves in a room , with so many people around. The crew had seen it as another wrap, and gone off to their usual post filming duties and rituals. Shonda had come over to Ellen when she had changed to congratulate her on such a great scene and Ellen had blushed. She looked up to him, unsure what to do. Patrick stared at her for a moment, drinking in the sight of her. He had felt immediate attraction for his waif of a co-star when they had met, but had atoned it to natural feelings any man would have for someone of good looks. They had great chemistry, and he enjoyed her company too. Most of their scenes needed little rehearsal because they both seemed to read each other perfectly. He had reminded himself that he had a wife, and she had a fiancée, and things had stayed pretty even keel. But he wanted more. Today had been a taste of what it would be like to make love to her, and he needed to. "Come here", he quietly commanded her. She slid out of the booth and walked over to him wordlessly. He loved how tiny she was, she made him feel so big and manly, he was only 5'10 but compared to her was a giant. He reached out for her, and pushed a lock off hair off of her face. Her head tilted into his hand, and before he knew it, he was pulling her to him, and pressing his lips against hers. She made a throaty moan which drove him crazy, and he intensified the kiss, backing her up against the door. Her arms came up to around his neck, her fingers locking into his hair, and he reached up and gripped her tiny wrists in his hands, holding them up over her head for a minute, searching her eyes.
"Do you want to do this?" he asked her concerned.
"Yes.." she sighed, nodding her head. He lifted her up , wrapping her legs around his waist and headed to her trailer bedroom.