Unscripted

The moment Marta called cut for the final time that night, Fina barely held it together. She had played the scene flawlessly, finished her lines, let the cameras capture every bit of tension between her and Sofia, and then walked off set like it was just another day at work.

But her body? Her body was still pressed against that damn wall. Still feeling Marta’s hands at her waist, Marta’s breath so close, Marta’s command in the way she had touched her. The shift had been so sudden. For the first time, she had been the one pinned. For the first time, she had been the one caught off guard. And it wasn’t Sofia’s character who did it. It was Marta.

And Marta had loved it. She might not have admitted it, might have run back to her chair the moment she realized what she was doing, but Fina had felt it. The hesitation... The way her fingers lingered a second too long. The way she quickly looked at Fina when she stepped away. That wasn't just work.

Fina’s body was still buzzing when she pulled out her phone to call an Uber, only to realize, of course, the app was frozen, stuck on the loading screen.

"Need a ride?"

Marta’s soft voice made her turn. She was standing a few feet away, keys in hand, looking at Fina with that same careful, too neutral expression she had been wearing ever since the scene ended.

Fina should’ve said no. Should’ve waited for her app to start working again. Should’ve done anything other than get in Marta’s car while her mind was still spinning with everything that had just happened. But she didn’t.

"Guess I don’t have a choice…" Fina smirked, slipping her phone into her pocket. "Better not kidnap me, though. I have people who’d notice if I disappear."

Marta rolled her eyes. "Get in, Fina!"

The drive was quiet at first. The kind of quiet where something lived underneath it.

Marta had one hand on the wheel, the other adjusting the radio to something soft and instrumental… something that screamed I need to calm down rather than I just spent the last hour pretending not to think about pinning you against a wall.

The silence between them wasn’t calm. It was buzzing… Heavy.

Marta kept her eyes on the road, but she could feel Fina’s gaze slicing through her composure like a slow, deliberate knife. The city lights blurred past, but all Marta could focus on was her own pulse… steady, controlled, until Fina decided to break it.

"You know…" Fina started, her voice a lazy drawl, "I can still feel it."

Marta inhaled, steadying her grip on the wheel. "Feel what?"

Fina smirked, shifting slightly in her seat, like she was getting comfortable for the game she was about to play. "Your hand." A beat. Then softer, more indulgent, "Right here…"

Marta didn't dare look, but she didn’t have to. She could see it… Fina’s fingers ghosting over the side of her own neck, right where Marta had pressed her, right where she had guided Sofia's touch not long ago.

"I knew you’d be firm…" Fina continued, voice like warm honey, dripping slow, "but I didn’t expect you to be so..." she tilted her head slightly, as if searching for the right word. Then, she found it. "Possessive."

Marta exhaled through her nose, jaw tightening. "It was direction, Fina."

"Direction…" Fina echoed, feigning thoughtfulness. "Mmm… Is that what you call it when your fingers linger? Because I could’ve sworn-…"

She didn’t get to finish. Marta slammed the brakes as they reached a red light, the car jerking to a stop, her chest rising and falling just a little too fast.

Fina's body swayed forward slightly before settling back, and that slow, wicked smile stretched across her lips. "Tsk, careful, director. Distracted driving is dangerous."

Marta finally turned to her, sharp, warning. "You should stop."

Fina stayed in her seat, like a child who decided to behave.

The drive after the red light was silent, but it wasn’t peaceful. It was thick. Marta’s knuckles were still tight on the wheel, her chest rising and falling in slow, controlled breaths. Fina, for once, didn’t push. She just sat there, watching the city lights flicker past, her fingers lazily toying with the hem of her skirt. Minutes stretched like elastic, wound so tight it could snap at any second. When they finally pulled up in front of Fina’s building, Marta shifted into park but made no move to speak. Neither did Fina.

One second.

Two.

Three.

She should get out… She should. But she didn’t.

Instead, Fina let her fingers trail along her own thigh, a slow, absentminded movement as she turned to Marta, studying her. The director looked so composed… hands still on the wheel, gaze fixed forward… but her breath gave her away. Just the slightest hitch in her chest, like she was waiting.

Fina smirked. “You know… you only get to be bold when it’s safe.”

Marta’s fingers twitched. Here we go…

Fina leaned in slightly, the low light casting shadows over the curve of her jaw, the glow of her lips… voice hoarse and whispery: “You pin me against a wall on set. You tell Sofia where to touch me. You direct every movement like you own it.” A beat. Then, softer, more dangerous… “But out here? When it’s just us? You’re a coward.”

Marta’s breath caught, her body reacting before her mind could. She turned sharply, her hand shooting out, gripping the collar of Fina’s shirt, pulling her closer with a sudden, desperate force. Fina let out a soft, surprised breath. Now, they were barely an inch apart. Close enough that Marta could feel the warmth of Fina’s lips just from her breathing. Close enough that Fina’s perfume… God, that damn perfume… was all over her, sinking into her skin.

For a moment, neither of them moved. The tension was unbearable, a wire pulled too tight. Fina’s eyes flickered to Marta’s lips. And Marta? She wasn’t thinking anymore. She was just feeling… her eyes filled with anger mixed with desire. Feeling the heat… The pull… The absolute ache in her stomach.

Fina’s voice was barely a whisper now, but it landed like a punch.

"See?" she murmured, her breath tickling Marta’s lips. "Coward."

Marta’s grip tightened… like she wanted to pull her in… or push her away.

She didn’t know which one. Maybe both.             

Fina's lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk. She tilted her head slightly, just enough to let Marta feel the warmth of her breath between them.

"You know… " she murmured, voice low, "for someone who likes to be in control… you sure looked like you wanted to be the one against that wall tonight."

Marta’s grip on Fina’s collar tightened for half a second… too long. Her breath hitched, her pulse hammering against her ribs. Fina’s smirk deepened. She knew she hit a nerve.

Marta exhaled sharply, furious at the way her body reacted, at the way her skin burned from the heat between them. But she wasn’t about to let Fina win this round. So she did something reckless. Instead of shoving her away, instead of letting go… Marta leaned in even closer. So close that their noses almost brushed, so close that Fina’s lips parted ever so slightly in anticipation.

Then… Marta did it.

She dragged her mouth… slow, deliberate, unbearably teasing… just barely along the shell of Fina’s ear, letting her lips graze but never quite touch.

"You talk too much…” Marta whispered, her voice sultry, full of something dark and unspoken.

And just as Fina’s breath stuttered, just as she almost tilted into her… Marta let go of her collar. Abruptly… She pulled back, sat up straight, and flicked her gaze toward the door like nothing had happened.

‘Good night, Fina!’ Said Marta on a confident tone without looking at her.

Fina was being shocked of what had just happened… she didn’t say anything, opened the door and stayed onto the street until Marta started driving forcefully. She stood there for a second, inhaling sharply, trying to shake off the electricity still pulsing through her veins.

Marta had played her… Outplayed her. And fuck, she loved it.

She let out a frustrated, breathless laugh as she ran a hand through her hair, still feeling Marta’s breath on her skin, still hearing that dark, sultry whisper…

"You talk too much…”

A shiver rolled down her spine. Her legs felt unsteady as she climbed the stairs to her apartment, her fingers itching to touch something, to do something.

The second she stepped inside, she leaned against the door and shut her eyes, pressing her palm against her throat, against the rapid beat of her own pulse.

She was burning. Marta… That damn woman.

Fina exhaled sharply, angry at how much she wanted her, at how Marta had turned the tables on her so effortlessly. She peeled off her jacket, the rest of the clothes, kicking off her heels, she was only in her panties.. her breath still uneven, still hearing the phantom sound of Marta’s voice against her skin. She swallowed… Then she walked straight to the bathroom, turned the faucet… cold. She pressed her hands against the counter, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Dark, wild eyes. Slightly parted lips, swollen from where she had bitten them, imagining…

Fuck.

She splashed water on her face, gripping the edge of the sink, her thighs pressing together. Cold water wasn’t enough… so she let her right hand trace invisible lines in between her chest, then slowly going down on her abs… her eyes closed now, with one hand supporting herself onto the sink… then she reached her dripping center… it was all Marta’s fault that she was in that state. She let her fingers explore each and every corner of her own paradise… Her breathing was becoming more and more rapid… heavier. All she was hearing was Marta’s whispery words into her ear.. her hot breathing onto her skin, her piercing eyes.. and as Fina was getting closer, she was only imagining it was Marta asking her to come for her.

‘Ahh… FUCK! Fuck… oh my..’ Fina managed to say in between breaths.

Fina was gripping onto that sink as her knuckled turned red… her heavy breathing was making her body tremble even more. She turned the water on once again, putting her hands under the cold water running, supporting herself onto the sink with her forearms, bent down a little… and only said to herself: “Oh, Marta… what the fuck are you doing to me?”

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Marta was not going to think about last night. She was not going to think about the way Fina had looked at her in the dim glow of the car’s dashboard, how her breath had stuttered when Marta had leaned in, how her body had felt so still for once, like she hadn’t expected Marta to turn the tables on her.

She was not going to think about the way she had felt when she pulled back… satisfied, victorious, but also something else… something that still burned beneath her skin. No… She was going to be professional. That was the plan. Until she turned the corner in the parking lot… and crashed straight into Fina.

"Shit…" Fina muttered, catching herself before she stumbled.

Marta felt her stomach ache.  Because of course… Of course the universe would have them collide first thing in the morning. Fina recovered first, stepping back slightly, hands slipping into the pockets of her jacket as a slow, knowing smirk tugged at her lips.

"Wow…" she said, tilting her head. "Didn’t see this coming in the morning… Kind of like last night."

Marta stiffened. She adjusted the strap of her bag, clearing her throat. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Fina laughed, quiet and amused. "Oh, don’t you?"

Marta refused… refused… to meet her eyes. She moved past her toward the building, but Fina wasn’t done.

"So, let’s recap…’ Fina continued, falling into step beside her, voice light, teasing. "You ferally grabbed my collar in your car last night, whispered very interesting things into my ear, and then sent me off like some kind of punishment."

Marta clenched her jaw.

"I did not… "

Fina stopped walking. Marta, despite her best efforts, stopped too. Fina turned to face her, her smirk still there, but her gaze was darker, sharper.

"You talk too much…" Fina murmured, deliberately throwing Marta’s own words back at her.

Marta’s stomach dropped. Fina took a slow step forward. "That’s what you said, right?"

Marta swallowed hard, keeping her face neutral. "Yes… because you do talk too much."

Fina laughed under her breath. "Mm… Right. And it had nothing to do with the fact that you were imagining shutting me up in ways that I can’t-…"

Marta raised her eyebrows. ‘Stop!’

Fina exhaled a small laugh, shaking her head. "You want me to stop, but your body says otherwise."

Marta felt the heat rising in her face. She hated this... She hated how easily Fina could get under her skin. But she wouldn’t break. She straightened her shoulders, her voice even. "If you’re done playing games, we have a set to be on."

Fina let out a dramatic sigh, stepping back, holding up her hands. "Fine. But you know, Marta…"

Marta turned, trying not to look at the way Fina’s lips curled with amusement.

"You were right about one thing…" Fina said on a calm tone.

Marta arched a brow. "And what’s that?"

Fina leaned in slightly, just enough to make Marta’s pulse spike in warning.

"I do talk too much…" she murmured. "But you? You act too little."

Marta’s entire body tensed. Before she could respond… before she could even process the firestorm that sentence ignited… Fina grinned, spun on her heel, and walked toward the entrance like nothing had happened. Marta stayed frozen for half a second. Then she let out a breath through her nose, furious at the way her hands trembled with restraint.

The air in the rehearsal studio was heavy, thick with something unspoken. Dim lighting cast long shadows over the room, stretching across the bed at the center of the set like a quiet invitation… or a warning. Marta stood at the edge, arms crossed, her nails digging into her palms. Her breathing was controlled, steady, but inside, something twisted.

She had watched this scene unfold before. Watched Fina take control the way she always did… effortless, teasing, knowing exactly how to play the game.

But tonight, Fina wasn’t supposed to lead. Sofia sat at the edge of the bed, her feet planted firmly on the floor, fingers resting uncertainly on her lap. She was meant to shift the dynamic. She was supposed to take Fina… someone who only knew pleasure, control, and seduction… and make her feel something else. Something softer. Something real.

Fina didn’t know how to surrender. And right now, she was proving it. Marta watched as Fina approached Sofia with a slow, predatory ease, slipping between her legs and straddling her.

Fina moved like she was born for this… hips rolling subtly as she settled onto Sofia’s lap, her hands ghosting up Sofia’s arms before resting at the base of her neck. The movement was smooth, teasing, her fingers playing lightly with the ends of Sofia’s hair.

Sofia tensed. Fina smirked…

She tilted Sofia’s chin up, her thumb brushing over her jawline, testing, teasing. “You’re hesitating…” Fina murmured, her voice silk and sin.

Marta clenched her jaw. She saw it… the way Fina was still in control, still dictating the moment when it was meant to be taken from her.

Sofia hesitated too much.

And Fina? She didn’t hesitate at all.

Marta exhaled sharply. “Cut.”

Silence.

Sofia turned toward her, looking uncertain. “I… I don’t think I’m doing it right.”

Marta didn’t let the moment stretch. “You’re not.”

A pause. A beat too long. Then she stepped forward.

“I’ll show you.” She was gesturing for Sofia to move. “Step away for a second, please.”

Fina raised an eyebrow.

The silence between them wasn’t empty. It was thick, humming with something neither of them wanted to name. The lighting, the scent of worn velvet from the set’s sheets, the warmth of their bodies… it all mixed into something intoxicating.

Marta sat with her feet planted on the floor, her hands resting tensely on her thighs as she waited. She told herself she was here to direct. To show Sofia how to shift the power in the scene. To do what needed to be done.

“Go on!” She said to Fina while looking up into her eyes.

Then Fina moved towards her.

She straddled Marta with the same confidence she always carried, settling into her lap like she belonged there. Like she had done it before. Like she would do it again.

Her thighs caged Marta in, warm and firm, the heat of her skin bleeding through the fabric of Marta’s pants. Her black underwear sat high on her hips, the thin material doing nothing to disguise the way her body pressed so perfectly against Marta’s.

Marta clenched her jaw, swallowing back something that threatened to unravel her.

Fina’s hands rested on Marta’s shoulders at first… light, barely there. But her fingers twitched, her breath subtly uneven as she adjusted, her chest rising and falling a little too fast. Marta let it happen for a second. Let herself feel the weight of Fina against her, the scent of her perfume curling into her lungs. And then, with a slow, controlled exhale, Marta moved.

Her hands came up… not to push Fina away, but to grip her wrists.

Fina sucked in a quiet breath as Marta lifted her arms… deliberate, firm…and draped them over her own shoulders.

“Here…” Marta murmured, her voice just above a whisper. “Hold onto me.”

Fina’s fingers curled instinctively at the nape of Marta’s neck. Her nails, short but sharp, scraped against the skin there… barely, teasingly.

Their faces were so close now. Too close. Fina’s breath was warm against Marta’s lips.

And her eyes…

They were dark. Deep… Searching.

Marta held her gaze, willing herself to stay unaffected. But she could feel it… how Fina’s pupils were blown wide, how her breathing was uneven now, how her pulse vibrating just beneath the delicate skin of her throat. Marta’s own pulse pounded just as hard. She wanted to look away.

But she couldn’t. Too comfortable… Too much control.

Marta exhaled, voice steady directed to Sofia. “Now you take it away from her.”

Sofia nodded, watching closely.

Marta’s hands came up, gripping Fina’s waist… not to pull her in, but to move her. With a single fluid motion, she flipped their positions, forcing Fina onto the mattress beneath her.

Fina gasped… just slightly… but it was enough.

Marta hovered over her, her breath steady despite the rapid thrum of her pulse.

“This…” she murmured, her grip on Fina’s wrists firm but gentle, “is where the shift happens.”

Fina didn’t speak. Marta leaned in, just close enough to feel the warmth of Fina’s breath, to see the flicker of something unreadable in her gaze. “You’re not leading anymore. You’re feeling.”

The silence was deafening. Marta exhaled, slow and measured. Something in Fina’s gaze dared her to keep going. Marta wanted to stay there. Wanted to see how far she could push it. But she wasn’t just Marta right now. She was the director.

So she let go. Then she pulled away, climbing off of Fina before she could even process the moment.

She turned to Sofia. “Like that.”

Sofia nodded.

Fina was still watching her, stunned. She was still staring at Marta, her lips parted, her breath unsteady.

Marta ignored it. She ignored everything… the way her skin felt too hot, the way her pulse was still too fast, the way her hands remembered the shape of Fina beneath them.

“Let’s reset… Again!” she said, but her voice wasn’t nearly as steady as before.