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Rating: PG-13
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Jesus, how long is this stupid meeting going to go on.  Haven't we made enough changes for one day?  If I have to try and pretend she's not sitting right across from me for one more minute my head's gonna explode.  And if Drew doesn't wipe that shit-eating grin off his face...Uh-oh...did someone just say something to me?
     "What?"
     Don't say it, Drew.
     "What were you thinkin' about so hard there, Ry?"
     Screw you, Drew.
     "Nothing.  I'm sorry, I missed the question."
     You're dead, Drew.
     "They want to know if you're willing to show a little skin."
     Thank you, Deidrich.
     "Skin?  That's nothing new.  Sure.  Whatever."
     Great.  What's *she* smiling about?  I hope it's not the prospect of seeing me prancing around on stage, de-robed.  Because she'll be quite disappointed by what she sees. Oh, God.  Why'd I agree to that?  Hey...is that her foot traveling up my pant leg?  Ooohh, yeah.  That's what it is.  Don't look at her.  Don't look at her.  Damn, just how far is she going to go?  Oh-!
     "Ohp!"
     Shit.
     "You OK, Ryan?"
     There's that shit-eating grin again.
     "Yes.  Sorry.  Hiccups."
     Yeah, he buys that.  Right.
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     I have no idea what's going on.  As soon as I presented some of
the writer's changes I tuned right out.  Nothing but Ryan now.  Ryan,
Ryan, Ryan.  Sittin' right across from me.  And apparently not paying
attention to what's going on either.  He just missed a question directed at him.  I definitely caught it though.
     "What?"
     Skin, Ryan.  They want you to bare it all.  Heh, heh.
     "What were you thinkin' about so hard there, Ryan?"
     Ooh.  If looks could kill.
     "Nothing.  I'm sorry, I missed the question."
     They want you to disrobe and show us what you've got.  Or maybe
that's just me.
     "They want to know if you're willing to show a little skin."
     Thank you, Deidrich.
     "Skin?  That's nothing new.  Sure.  Whatever."
     Good answer!
     I'm really going to enjoy this particular taping!  Oops, he caught me smiling.  Oh well. I think I've made it perfectly clear how I feel.  Maybe I should just remind him.  Now where's that pant leg?  Ah, there it is!  Look at him pretending nothing's going on.  Too bad his ears are turning red.  Let's just see what we have in here -
     "Ohp!"
     Surprise!
     "You OK, Ryan?"
     Oh, Drew, you know damn well he's not!
     "Yes.  Sorry.  Hiccups."
     He's gonna kill me later.  After he's finished with Drew.  And especially after he finds out I'm responsible for writing that little "Lewis Gets Naked" part. There's really no way he'd find out.  I mean, no one knows I wrote it except the other writers and...uh-oh...
     "So how'd you come up with that idea?  You know, with Lewis in the
shower at the local gym?"
     You really are evil, Drew.
     "Oh, it just sort of came to me late one night...day.  One day."
     Oh, that was a nice cover.  No, I don't think about Ryan being naked, late at night, why?  Right.
     "Interesting..."
     Great.  Everyone's looking from me to Ryan.  Except for Ryan who's just looking at me.  I can't tell if he's pissed.
     "What's your point, Drew?"
     Is my Look of Death getting *my* point across?
     "Nothing.  Just curious."
     Good answer.  Now let's get on with this thing.  God, I can't even look at Ryan now.
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     It's a good thing Drew's one of my best friends or I'd kill him later.  Hell, it doesn't even really matter.  Let him say what he wants.  He can really only speculate at this point.  Well, ok, he did catch us in a compromising position earlier.
     "So how'd you come up with that idea?  You know, with Lewis in the
shower at the local gym?"
     What?  *She* wrote that?
     "Oh, it just sort of came to me late one night...day.  One day."
     Well, *that's* interesting.  I wonder what other thoughts came to her that night?
     "Interesting..."
     I know I've been thinking about that unopened can of whipped cream in my refrigerator a lot the past couple of hours.
     "What's your point, Drew?"
     That's a look of death if I ever saw one.
     "Nothing.  Just curious."
     Wise move, my friend.  Wise move.  I bet she's a little spitfire when she's angry.  Her cheeks probably get all flushed and her eyes all big.  And her chest heaves uuup and dooown with each...angry...breath...It just got really warm in here.  I wish I could get out of this shirt.  And her out of hers.  And those pants
have to go - STOP!  Jesus, Ryan, can't you just concentrate on what's going on here instead of sex for just one minute?
     "Are you all right, Ryan?"
     Christa.  She looks concerned.
     "What?"
     God, what must I look like right now?
     "Are you all right?  You look flushed and you keep tugging at your shirt collar."
     Oh, that.  Just my libido spinning out of control, why?
     "I'm fine.  Do you think we could take five minutes?  I left my water bottle in the fridge in my dressing room."
     So that's where I'll be...my dressing room. 
     "Sounds good.  Meet back here in five."
     Thank you, Drew.  Now, hopefully, she'll take the hint.  I just need five minutes.  I'm useless at this point.  I need to get some of this out of my system.  Please follow me to my dressing room...
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     Ooh, Drew makes me so angry sometimes!  He just can't let it go! 
And why is Ryan looking at my chest?  And getting all flushed...That
boy must be having *some* thoughts right now.  I'm not sure if they're
good or bad.  He could be really pissed at me right now, which would
explain why he's turning red.  Of course he could be turning red for
other reasons...I need a sign, Ryan.  Just a little hint.
     "Are you all right?"
     Christa to the rescue!
     "What?"
     Ok, he's a bit shaken.  Like he's been caught.  That's promising.
     "Are you all right?  You look flushed and you keep tugging at your shirt collar."
     Look at me, Ryan.  What are you thinking?
     "I'm fine.  Do you think we could take five minutes?  I left my water bottle in the fridge in my dressing room."
     Well, message received.
     "Sounds good.  Meet back here in five."
     Ok, he wants me to go to his dressing room.  For what?  To kiss me
or kill me?  I guess I'll find out.  I just have to give him a little head start.  Screw it, everyone will find out eventually anyway.  A ten second head start is good enough.  I'll have to remember to smack Drew for that grin he gave me as I walked out the door.  Should I knock first?  Yeah, probably...
     "Come in!"
     He sounds a little strained.  Here goes nothing.
     "Ryan?  I'm really sor - "
     Whoa!  I'm going to guess, by the way he's kissing me, that he's not pissed!  Oh-my-God he's delicious!  We really shouldn't be doing this up against the door.  Whoop!  Read my mind!  He's picking me up and opting for the couch.  Wait, he stopped kissing me.  He's just hovering over me, looking at me.  His pupils are so dilated his eyes almost look black.  It's very sexy.  What's he waiting for?
     "We probably only have a couple more minutes, don't we."
     Certainly not enough time to do what I think you have in mind!
     "Give or take a minute."
     He should have suggested ten minutes.  Still not enough time, but at least we could get some more of this intense kissing in!
     "That's a shame.  The things I'd like to do to you are gonna take much longer than that."
     Oh, I imagine they will!  Don't tease me.  Just kiss me while we still have a minute or two.
     "Shut-up and kiss me."
     That did the trick!  And he's not letting anything feel neglected.  Not my neck or my jaw or my ears...I can't take much more of this.  I - was that a knock at the door?
     "Um...Ryan?!"
     Dammit, it's Drew. 
     "Yeah?"
     What the hell does he want?
     "It's been five minutes.  So...you might want to...stop whatever you're doing."
     Wow.  He's actually being helpful.
     "Thanks!"
     *sigh*  Fun's over.
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     I hope she doesn't wait too long.  What if she didn't take the hint?  No, I think she would have.  And she'd give me a little head start.  I just have to be patient.  That's all.  I'm glad she can't see me pacing back and forth like a dog in heat.  I'm sure that'd be a real turn on.  A knock!
     "Come in!"
     Please be her, please be her...
     "Ryan?  I'm so sor-"
     Don't.  There's no time.  And I don't care.  I just want to taste you all over.  Not up against the door though.  The couch. I want you on the couch.  Right now.  Look at her.  She's like a goddess.  A goddess I'd love to devour right here and now and leave her completely spent.  I don't have enough time for that.  Why did I ask for so little time?
     "We probably only have a couple more minutes, don't we."
     I swear we'll have more tonight.
     "Give or take a minute."
     Oh, please give a minute.
     "That's a shame.  The things I'd like to do to you are gonna take much longer than that."
     Like all night.  And all day tomorrow.
     "Shut-up and kiss me."
     No problem.  I have just enough time to give attention to everything.  Like your beautiful jaw line...and your earlobes.  And we shouldn't leave this neck out either.  And maybe just a little lower - knocking.  Who's knocking?!
     "Um...Ryan?!"
     Drew?!  What the hell does he want now?!
     "Yeah?"
     I hope I sounded pissed and not out of breath.
     "It's been five minutes.  So...you might want to...stop whatever you're doing."
     Oh.  I guess I won't kill him. 
     "Thanks!"
     I guess he's one of my best friends for a reason. 
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     I have to admit.  I feel better.  I still can't wait until this meeting is over, but at least I can pay attention a little better.  When I'm not exchanging sly looks with Ryan, that is.  I'm sure everyone has noticed by now.  Doesn't matter.  Tonight we'll get rid of the rest of these sexual tensions and we'll talk and by tomorrow we'll hopeful have a handle on this whole thing.  Although I'm willing to bet neither of us will want to go to work tomorrow. Oh well.  We'll just take it a day at a time.  I mean, it's brand new, but I have a feeling we're going to have the rest of our lives to figure this all out.
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     I feel a little better.  It seems like this is going to really work out.  How did I get this lucky?  This woman comes out of nowhere and makes me feel things I never thought I would.  I thought that kind of stuff only existed in movies.  But here I am, willing to give this woman my heart and soul and whatever else she wants!  And it's just the beginning.  If I have anything to say about it we'll have our whole lives to explore this relationship.  And all the time in the world to love, laugh, and sometimes sit back and just breathe.

The End