Sucked into the business (one on one)

Sasha tried to blink away the mass of white spots dancing in front of her eyes. When her vision cleared a bit more and she could see again, she put on a look of mock anger. "Should I find someplace safer and out of the way, or do you think you can keep your eye on the set, Henry?" She shook her head, and pointed back at the two actors. "Them, shoot them. You'll get your chance to snap pics of me soon enough, but only when I'm made up and looking my best."
 
Henry raised an eyebrow, then stuck out his tongue. He turned the camera back to the film set itself as the current scene got underway. He kept his camera to his face, knowing that if he didn't, he could miss getting the perfect shot for the cover. A few more minutes and there it was, the click of the shutter as he captured the shot of the scene that would be displayed for the cover of the film.

He set the camera down, then sank down into a chair, and looked at his watch. "It's going to be a long day."
 
Sasha came over to join Henry when he had finished, and offered him a smile, one hand on his shoulder. "You can tough through it; There'll probably be a lot of long days, think of this as practice." She picked up his camera carefully, and gave him an inquiring look. "Mind me taking a peek at your work?"
 
Henry raised an eyebrow at Sasha's comforting statement. Practice? Practice for what, he asked himself. At her request to see his work, he shrugged. "If you want."
 
Sasha wasn't sure what had brought on the raised eyebrow look Henry gave her, and wondered if she had said something with an unintended extra meaning. She thought back, and didn't think she had. All the same, he had given her his permission to look at his pictures, so she put it behind her.

After a few seconds to figure out his camera, Sasha started to go back through the days pictures. When she got to the very flashy one of herself he had accidently shot, she drew back in horror and frowned. "Ohh, yikes. Okay, how do you delete on this thing, we are getting rid of that right now. Unless you wanna hang onto it for some reason." She handed the camera back to him so he could see. She had been taken by total surprise, eyes wide and mouth starting to come open, and the whole image was tilted about ten or fifteen degrees to the right. "Really, it's not my best look."
 
Henry raised the other eyebrow at her statement about getting rid of a picture. He examined the shot, and then laughed, shaking his head. "I think if I wanted to take a keeper of you, I'd make it a shot of you with cotton candy in your face, or after just having been the victim of a pool cannonballing." He teased, then clicked the button to delete the picture for her.

"There you go, all better, little bunny." He said in a teasing voice.
 
"Thank you. If you want a keeper badly enough, I'll be happy to track you down before my next shoot so you can see me at my best, when I know it's coming." She smiled at those other ideas, about the cotton candy or being splashed. She leaned in and lowered her voice for just him, and no one else around the set. "Huh...you want to see me at something like a fair, or a carnival or something...or out by the pool. I could be wrong, but that almost sounds like a very vague, veiled attempt to find out if I might agree to a date."
 
Henry laughed, then shrugged. He studied her carefully, before responding to her silly statement, leaning in to whisper just as conspiratorially. "That all depends on if you'd agree to one, now, doesn't it." Then he moved back into position as the second scene started up, taking up the camera again.
 
"That all depends on if you'd agree to one, now, doesn't it."

Henry moved away before Sasha got a chance to respond, so she just took his seat and watched as he worked. She was going to tell him that line of his would be cheating, he wouldn't know whether she would go out on a dtae or not unless he asked. Which she wasn't sure he would; True, they had gotten very close very quick, but on the other hand he was a bit shy seeming. So really, it was a flip of the coin. On that thought, she took out a quarter and decided to see what fate said would happen; Heads he would, tails he wouldn't. She flipped the coin, caught it, and looked at what it had to tell her.
 
Henry had no idea what was transpiring behind his back as he worked on the filming. But the coin did some rather odd behavior. As Sasha caught it, it flipped out of her hand, and landed on its edge in a crack in the floor. If Henry had known this, he would have been wondering why she was flipping a coin, but he didn't.

Hours later, Henry was in the studio's shower facility. He'd thought everyone had gone home, so he figured he'd try to work the kinks out of some of his muscles before trying to do the same. Unfortunately, the last shoot with Sasha had been VERY hot, and he was sporting a full blown erection that he couldn't simply will to go down.
 
Sasha was throughly amazed to see her coin fall and land just such a way as to leave it standing straight up on its edge. Apparently, Lady Fate did not want to give any hint as to whether Henry would build up the nerve to ask her out or not. She resigned herself to simply having to wait and see.

The studio endded up short handed in one of the final scenes of the day, and Sasha was recruited on the spot since she happened to be there as it was. She knew Henry was in charge of camera work, and had to wonder if he might hang onto one or two of these pictures for his own personal collection.

Her co-star had been in especially good spirits, and given her a bit of a work out. She headed into the back with the intention of catching a quick shower to wash off the sweat and the sex before going home. Henry seemed to have disappeared somewhere along the line and Sasha decided today wasn't the day he'd try for a date with her; She felt sure he would get around to it, and actually thought he'd be worth having to wait for.

She didn't realize anyone else was in the showers until she stepped in herself, wrapped in a towel with her change of clothes waiting outside the door, and saw Henry. All of Henry...and that was a whole lot of all. Between the surprise of finding him there, and her first look at the size of his erection, there was only one thing she could manage to say.

Sasha dropped both her towel, and a very resounding F-Bomb.
 
Henry had been about to start masturbating to relieve the pressure, certain he was the only one still there. He didn't hear Sasha enter the showers as he held his head under the spray. The very loud, very heated obscene exclamation she uttered, however, echoed quite well in the showers. His eyes opened immediately, and he pulled his head out from under the spray, to see a very familiar, very busty, very wide-eyed figure staring at him. A figure with bright purple hair.

The realization suddenly dawned on Henry that maybe showering in the company showers wasn't the best of ideas, and he jumped back, doing his best to cover himself up. "I...uh...um...Hi. What are you still doing here, Miss Sasha?"
 
It took her a moment, but Sasha eventually got her eyes off of what Henry wasn't quite able to cover up and looked at his face. "I stuck around to get a quick shower, so I wouldn't smell like work all the way home. I just...I didn't know you were in here." Again her eyes were pulled downward, trying to look despite her efforts not to. She turned her back and walked back out of the showers, embarassed for the first time in a long time about seeing someone naked. "I'm sorry, I'll...I'll be going."
 
Henry blinked, shaking his head. "N...no, it's okay, I was just getting ready to get off...er, get out of the shower. You can finish up....er, I mean, you can use the shower. I'll just get out of your way." He started to step away from the stream, intending to go get his towel, dry off, and get back in his clothes.
 
Sasha gave one look back, and changed into her new, clean clothes. She stayed outside the shower to wait for Henry. After something like this, which probably embarassed him just as bad if not worse than her, and she wasn't going to just run away. She leaned back against the wall in a pair of white capris and a matching tanktop, trying to figure what she could say when he came back out.

Aside from 'Wow'.
 
When Henry came out, he was wearing the sweats and loose shirt he'd been wearing earlier that day. He saw Sasha waiting for him, and blushed. He cleared his throat, and looked away nervously. "Uh...the uh...Shower's free now. Uh...how about them White Sox?"
 
"Uh...the uh...Shower's free now. Uh...how about them White Sox?"

That was a fairly weak attempt to dodge the situation, but all things considered...well, it was something at least. Sasha smiled to Henry. "Being a Cali born girl, them White Sox are bums and the Giants are what it's all about. Now...we both know what I saw, and yea, I over-reacted." There was an understatement. "But it took me off guard to see...to see that you could put some of our so called pros out there to shame. You should be proud, not too many humans get that size; Got some furry in your heiritage?"
 
Henry rolled his eyes at her sports jokes. "You know the Giants used to be New York, right?" At her switchover in conversation, he mentally cringed. Here we go, he thought. Then she said something that made him cough, turning to stare at her in shock. "I...uh...whuh...." He stammered for a few moments, then cleared his throat again. "Uh...not that I know of but...you're not...afraid now?"
 
"I...uh...whuh....Uh...not that I know of but...you're not...afraid now?"

Sasha gave him a quizical look and smirked. "Well, that would depend what you plan to do with that; I mean, that thing could attack Tokyo, any woman would have a healthy fear. But since we're only friends right now, and haven't even got out once...since you haven't asked yet...no, I don't think I need to be afraid." The smirk became a genuine smile, finding it funy and a little endearing that Henry was so concerned about making a bad impression (though, to be fair, he could probably stick himself clean through a woman and make an 'impression' in her mattress), and she hped he caught the implied message; That the only reason they had yet to go out was because he hadn't asked, ad that they would once he did.
 
Henry blushed at the Godzilla reference. It confirmed his fears that he was too big. But then she started teasing him about not asking her out on a date. He blinked a few times, looking at her for a moment. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again for a few moments. He thought carefully over his next words, then looked at her again. "Um. Sasha, would you, maybe...want to go out for a movie or dinner or something?"
 
Sasha smiled, enjoying Henry's nervousness just as much as ever. She didn't think she'd get tired of that even if she knew him for years to come. Which she hoped that she would. "Yes, Henry. I think I'd like to do any or all of those things." She approached him and kissed his cheek. "Took you long enough."
 
Henry blinked, then nodded and smiled. Then he looked at his watch. "So. Uh...any suggestions on what to do right now? Because we're both now off of work, and I've got nothing to do but go home and crash on the couch to watch tv."
 
Sasha checked her own watch, and looked back up at Henry. "I think we could get in for an early dinner, before the rush hits the resturants too hard. After that, I say we swing by the theatre and watch the very next thing to start...whatever it is, we just go for it." She put her arm through his and leaned against his side. "I don't know about you, but I'm not picky about the movies I watch, though I sometimes wish they could skip the gratuitous sex and get back to the story. How's that for irony?"
 
Henry smiled at that, and grinned teasingly, patting her hand. "Well, in your defense, you DO have to deal with that more than enough in your job, right? Hmm...what restaurant do you suggest?" He started walking with her towards the parking lot, pondering what the theater had for movies that day.
 
She walked with him out to his car, for the second night in a row. "Hmmm...maybe so Thai, if you can handle the heat. Otherwise, I've always been big on talian...but of course, who wouldn't be?"
 
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