fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme | Prompt Post #2

ROUND 2

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(not as cute and fluffy as I hoped sorry)

“Why me?” Was Zoe's first question as she sat across her ex boyfriend at the brunch place. He'd never struck her as a “brunch” guy but this whole situation was weird. Maybe the food was an attempt to butter her up. Heh heh. “Why don't you just pay someone? There are women who do this professionally.”

“I feel like it needs to be someone I trust, someone I've been intimate with before. It's safer if things go bad. Plus,” And now he looked down awkwardly and poked at his pancakes with a fork , “I'm not supposed to talk about the script with anyone outside the production. And you're in the franchise too so I figured there's a loophole.” He glanced up through his eyelashes, smiling mischievously.

“Naughty boy,” she said, just to test the waters. Delicate brushstrokes of color appeared on his cheeks and the tips of his ears turned pink (embarrassed white boys were so cute). “Okay, I”ll do it. The night before you leave for England.”

He rented a hotel room,an obscure, four star place, explaining that if it went badly, he didn't want to “taint” their normal environments. They'd tried kinks before, taking turns trying things out, a little bondage, blindfolding, denial, the occasional costume. They had definitely tried (light) ass smacking. But this time, he was asking her to be cruel. She hung the Do Not Disturb sign on the door, and locked it behind her. Ezra was lounging on the bed , which always made her heart flutter with good memories. And a mild possessiveness, she had the urge to handcuff him to the bed as her willing slave (only letting him up to use the bathroom, brush his teeth and shower). But then they'd both lose their jobs, they couldn't stay holed up in a hotel room forever.

“Hey,” he said. He sat up. “You're staring at me.”

“Hey, yourself. Sorry, you look great. Even with the ugly ass haircut.”

“Thanks, I guess.” He touched his hair self consciously. “It'll grow back eventually.”

“How do you wanna do this?” Zoe asked. “Like start with a scene from the script or something? I feel like I need a jumping off point.”

“I brought a scene,” Ezra said. He handed over a photocopied page from the Fantastic Beasts script, just a few lines and directions. “I'll come in from the bathroom.”

“Remember your safe word?”

“Yes, ma'am.”

They hadn't discussed titles, this wasn't a formal thing. But, it's rude to block another actor's improvisation. She wasn't going to veto something that seemed to get him in the right frame of mind.

“And you can end this any time just by asking me to stop- or using the hand signal if you can't talk.”

He nodded, eyes scanning the page in front of him. She walked over to the bed and sat primly on the edge like the strict Christian matriarch Mary Lou Barebone was, like she found the whole room disgusting and didn't want to touch anything in it. Ezra went into the bathroom, and closed the door. The knob began to turn about ten seconds later. Ezra stepped out, he was smiling hopefully, only for his expression to fade into guilt and anxiety the moment his character saw her. His entire demeanor changed from his normal playful self to a prey animal trying to make himself smaller.

“You're late,” Zoe said, filling her voice with calm power and assumed authority.

“I was looking for a place to have the next meeting,” Ezra lied with a tremble in his voice. “There's a corner on Thirty Second st-” He moved closer reluctantly. According to the script, Mary Lou was blocking the stairs so he had to get past her.

“You're lying.” She watched Ezra deflate like a sad balloon. He stared at the floor, resigned and trembling. Zoe held out her hand. “Take it off.”

Not the OP, but I'm enjoying so far <3

thanks, the whole fill is up on A03 now!
http://archiveofourown.org/works/9874859/chapters/22151315

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