Like Physics
Like Physics
She flicked through the pages of the latest script a second time, hoping she was mistaken. Of course she’d known it was coming, yet the idea of a hypothetical scene at some point in the future was far too ambiguous to truly worry about. Finally, though it had been written down, plucked into reality and printed in harsh black lettering on white A4 paper. That wasn’t the worst part though, she couldn’t even believe it herself. Four kisses, plus a sex scene and a morning after scene, not to mention enough touching and intimate looks to make even the most liberal of viewers blush.
Emily read through the first pages for the third time, surely it didn’t say what she thought it did in the action. No, it really did; Booth rolls on top of Brennan and kisses her while pulling her top over her head. Her last coherent thought before David knocked on her trailer and entered without waiting for a reply was: at least she got to keep her bra on. As David slipped onto the couch next to her she remembered the next pages and sighed, wondering whether it would be the sex scene or the morning after scene that would be most awkward.
“Looks like we gotta practice our frenching” David alluded with a smirk.
“Nobody calls it that anymore”
“Fine, se have to practice our snogging, or would you prefer, tonguing, pashing, making out or tonsil hockey?”
She slapped his arm with a hand, feigning offence.
“You can be such a pig” she reminded him. He threw his own copy of their latest script on to her table where it disappeared amongst her purse, a banana, half a bag of almonds, some old scripts, props and her cell. Anybody who didn’t know Emily Deschanel would assume she was a neat freak, but David knew how untidy she normally was.
“You wouldn’t have it any other way” he threw a cheeky grin her way, and in spite of herself she caught herself grinning back.
“You think? Well I disagree” she joked, enjoying their easy banter. David was uncharacteristically quiet, barely responding to Emily’s comments.
It was a few minutes before he finally spoke “I’m going to talk to Hart. This is ridiculous. I can’t believe it” His hand slammed down on the arm of the couch before he sprang angrily to his feet. Within moments Emily was on her feet too, her arm pressed soothingly to his shoulder.
“What’s ridiculous?”
“This” he gestured wildly to their latest script grabbing her copy and crumpling it in his hands before throwing it across the room.
“The sex?” she asked, still confused.
“Of course the sex. Did you see what they’re expecting us to do... you to do?” He pulled away from her touch and began pacing the small space.
“Stop David, you’re the one who’s being ridiculous” she tried to fight the momentary feeling of rejection that wanted to lodge inside her, reminding herself that he was married and that they were just friends.
“We’re both adults, and we’re both professionals” at his look of amazement she altered her statement “At least we can both be professional and we have both done sex scenes before. It’s really not a big deal, we knew it was coming” she was at least half right, they’d known it was coming but no matter what she tried to tell him, it was a big deal.
Then she said the one thing that they had always silently agreed wouldn’t be vocalised for even the smallest mention of it would shatter their carefully constructed illusion. Truthfully, they could never truly know until the words were vocalised, but like a child can recognise it’s mother’s voice even inside the womb, David and Emily knew the true nature of their relationship.
“Just once, please David, I just want to know what it’s like” She knew she was begging and she didn’t care.
“Em” Her name came out as a gasp, barely audible “You deserve better than that”
“Maybe you’re right. But you’re married, I have a boyfriend, and sometimes life isn’t fair, you don’t get what you deserve, and you have to take what you can get. Please don’t deny me this” He nodded, he’d never been able to deny her anything.
“Fine, okay. But it’s just us in that room. Nobody else. I’m going to talk to Hart”
“Always the gentleman” she joked as he grabbed his script from her table and left her alone. She wondered whether it would make working next to him every day easier or harder. In the end it wouldn’t make much difference because for them the attraction was unavoidable, irrefutable and constant.