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Mandana Jones/Simone Lahbib fic
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Title: Performing
Rating: PG-13? There's swearing.
Fandom: RPFS
Pairing: Mandana Jones/Simone Lahbib
Summary: Remember the Promo for Bad Girls syndication in South Africa, on the series 2 DVD?
Disclaimer: This is fiction. Simone Lahbib and Mandana Jones are entities independent from my word processor.
Mandana looked at her reflection in the camera lens.
She had an urge to throw the script across the room. How many times did they have to say those same few lines? Over and over. Like a bloody broken record. All this tension, just for some stupid little promotional advert.
“Let’s try this again, ladies.”
Worse, was the fact that Simone was clearly enjoying this. She always was the type to mess with your mind. Turning you on and off for the benefit of the camera.
Action.
They playfully shoved eachother out of the way, while dribbling out that monotonous jargon about another Bad Girls premiere, (South Africa, this time).
More of that ‘fake’ kissing. Their lips coming just close enough to leave Mandana gasping, before they both pulled away, casually. As if they had only been checking for fallen eyelashes.
Simone smiled at the director.
“Did you like that? That pushy thing?”
The camera was still running. For once Mandana just wanted to shut it off.
But they were prompted to attempt the lines again.
“Hiya, I’m Simone Lahbib and I play Helen Stewart on Bad Girls.”
Mandana could feel her co-star’s breath on her cheek. She tried not to imagine how close Simone’s lips were.
“I’m Nikki Wade-”
Then Mandana laughed, pulling back at her slip. She mumbled, quietly.
“..I’m….. Mandana Jones,” as Simone leant forward and laughed.
Maybe it would be easier if she were Nikki Wade. Simpler, to be the one making all the moves. Instead of being at the mercy of Simone’s whims. Would she pull Mandana into a drawn-out kiss, in her trailer? Would she push Mandana onto her bed, whisper onto her skin, that she’d never fucked anything so beautiful.
Too petrified to do anything but follow, Mandana simply gaped at this woman, everyday. Wondering if this day would be the one where they’d forget which name to murmur, as the cameras rolled on.
Hi, I'm one of those lurkers.
Title: Performing
Rating: PG-13? There's swearing.
Fandom: RPFS
Pairing: Mandana Jones/Simone Lahbib
Summary: Remember the Promo for Bad Girls syndication in South Africa, on the series 2 DVD?
Disclaimer: This is fiction. Simone Lahbib and Mandana Jones are entities independent from my word processor.
Mandana looked at her reflection in the camera lens.
She had an urge to throw the script across the room. How many times did they have to say those same few lines? Over and over. Like a bloody broken record. All this tension, just for some stupid little promotional advert.
“Let’s try this again, ladies.”
Worse, was the fact that Simone was clearly enjoying this. She always was the type to mess with your mind. Turning you on and off for the benefit of the camera.
Action.
They playfully shoved eachother out of the way, while dribbling out that monotonous jargon about another Bad Girls premiere, (South Africa, this time).
More of that ‘fake’ kissing. Their lips coming just close enough to leave Mandana gasping, before they both pulled away, casually. As if they had only been checking for fallen eyelashes.
Simone smiled at the director.
“Did you like that? That pushy thing?”
The camera was still running. For once Mandana just wanted to shut it off.
But they were prompted to attempt the lines again.
“Hiya, I’m Simone Lahbib and I play Helen Stewart on Bad Girls.”
Mandana could feel her co-star’s breath on her cheek. She tried not to imagine how close Simone’s lips were.
“I’m Nikki Wade-”
Then Mandana laughed, pulling back at her slip. She mumbled, quietly.
“..I’m….. Mandana Jones,” as Simone leant forward and laughed.
Maybe it would be easier if she were Nikki Wade. Simpler, to be the one making all the moves. Instead of being at the mercy of Simone’s whims. Would she pull Mandana into a drawn-out kiss, in her trailer? Would she push Mandana onto her bed, whisper onto her skin, that she’d never fucked anything so beautiful.
Too petrified to do anything but follow, Mandana simply gaped at this woman, everyday. Wondering if this day would be the one where they’d forget which name to murmur, as the cameras rolled on.