Unscripted

Marta stood near the director’s chair, fingers grazing over the back of it as she tried…tried… to steady her breathing. To erase the feel of Fina’s body against hers from earlier.

But she couldn’t. Her skin still burned from the way Fina’s thighs had clenched around her waist. From the way Fina had gasped… actually gasped… when Marta flipped her onto the mattress. The way Fina had looked at her after.

Like she knew.

And then…

"You’re distracted."

Marta didn’t flinch, but she went rigid at the sound of her voice. It was Fina…

Marta turned, slowly, expression unreadable. "Shouldn’t you be gone by now?"

Fina was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, her lips curled in a lazy, knowing smirk.

"Shouldn’t you?" she countered.

Marta exhaled through her nose. "I have work to do."

Fina hummed, pushing off the doorframe. "Is that what you’re calling it?" She took a few steps forward, slow, deliberate, her heels clicking softly against the floor. "Standing here, replaying every second of earlier in your head?"

Marta clenched her jaw. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Fina laughed, a soft, sultry sound. "God, Marta…" She shook her head, amusement flickering in her dark eyes. "You’re such a liar."

Marta burned. But she didn’t move. Didn’t react.

Fina took another step, then another, until she was right in front of her.

And then… then… she reached out. Her fingers brushed along Marta’s blazer, tracing the hem, lightly tugging on it, as if testing her patience.

Marta swallowed.

Fina’s smirk deepened. "You were rough with me today..." Her voice was a low whisper. "I liked it."

Marta’s stomach flipped. Her pulse thundered. But she didn’t move… Didn’t let herself. Marta’s skin was too hot, her pulse thunderous, her thoughts an absolute wreck. If she stayed near Fina for one more second, she would do something stupid.

So she bit her lower lip, turned around and left…

Quick pace, sharp movements. She pushed open the wardrobe room door and stepped inside, inhaling deeply in the dimly lit space. The scent of fabric softener and leather filled her lungs… a strong contrast to the intoxicating perfume Fina wore, the one still clinging to her senses. She braced her hands on the vanity, staring at her reflection in the mirror, forcing her breath to steady.

But the universe had no mercy. Because the door creaked open behind her. And there she was again… following her.

Marta clenched her jaw as Fina slipped inside, closing the door with an infuriatingly slow click.

"You ran…" Fina teased, voice filled with irony. "How cute."

Marta exhaled through her nose. "I didn’t run."

Fina said, stepping closer. "You did."

Marta kept her back to her, gripping the vanity edge tighter. "Leave, Fina."

Fina ignored her. Instead, she moved… slow, deliberate steps that brought her right behind Marta. Close enough that the heat of her body ghosted over Marta’s back.

"Did I make you nervous?" Fina’s voice was velvet, her breath fanning against Marta’s neck. "Did I make you feel something you don’t want to admit?"

Marta froze. Her knuckles turned white against the vanity. She hated her. She wanted her. And Fina knew it.

Marta squeezed her eyes shut, inhaling sharply. "Go home, Fina!"

But Fina wasn’t done. She reached out, fingertips grazing along Marta’s back, just the faintest touch down her spine.

Marta snapped. No more games. No more warnings.

She spun… fast, feral… and grabbed Fina’s wrist hard, yanking her… Her eyes filled with anger… desire… lust.

Fina gasped, eyes widening, lips parting in shock.

Fina blinked up at her, breath uneven, but the corner of her lips curled… smirking, still pushing, still teasing.

Marta shook her head trying to keep her sanity activated.

"You know, I’m starting to think you like this." Continued Fina…

"Like what?"

Fina’s eyes flickered… sharp, knowing. "Being chased."

Marta stiffened. "No one’s chasing anyone."

Fina laughed… low, sultry. "Oh, but you run so beautifully, Marta."

Marta clenched her jaw. "Leave! Now!"

"Make me!”

And here it was. That final push. That unspoken dare.

Marta snapped.

In one swift motion, she closed the space between them, her fingers wrapping around Fina’s wrist before she could touch her. Before she could tip Marta over that last fragile edge.

"You think this is a game?" Marta’s voice was low, dangerous… her breath hot against Fina’s skin.

Fina smirked, tilting her head, pushing further. "I think you want to lose."

Something dark flickered in Marta’s eyes. “You’re simply not listening…”

Fina blinked up at her, breath uneven, but that damn smirk still tugged at her lips.

"What are you gonna do about it, huh?" she whispered.

Marta didn’t answer. She couldn’t… Her brain had stopped working.

Then… Fina moved. With devastating boldness, she grabbed Marta’s free hand and dragged it up her own body, over her ribs, up, up… until Marta’s fingers wrapped around her throat.

Marta’s entire world tilted. Fina’s pulse thudded beneath her palm… hot, erratic.

"I bet you think about it…" Fina murmured, voice trembling at the edges. "Having me like this… pressed up against a wall, moaning your name…"

Marta’s fingers tensed involuntarily. Fina shivered, her breath stuttering, but her eyes… fuck, her eyes… never wavered. Their heavy breathing was the only thing heard in that room.

Marta should have let go. Should have walked away. But instead… She broke. Her gaze dropping to Fina’s parted lips… then…

Her lips crashed into Fina’s with a force that sent them both stumbling back, slamming her against the door.

Fina gasped into her mouth, her fingers flying to Marta’s hair, gripping, pulling, deepening the kiss into something desperate, something years in the making. Marta devoured her. It was chaos, all teeth and tongue and raw, unfiltered want. She swallowed Fina’s moan, let it vibrate against her own chest, let it wreck her. Fina pressed harder against her, rolling her hips, seeking more, her nails digging into Marta’s back.

Marta growled… low, guttural… before biting at Fina’s lower lip, making her gasp, making her whimper.

"Is this what you wanted?" Marta rasped, voice wrecked, lips brushing against Fina’s cheek, her jaw, her throat. "To be devoured?"

"Yes…" Fina choked out, "yes…Took you long enough..." she teased.

Marta grabbed her waist, guiding, controlling the way she moved against her, dragging her body closer, tighter, until there was no space left between them. She placed her thigh in between Fina’s legs so Fina could press even more onto her.

They were moving… somehow, they didn’t know who led who…

Marta’ lips trailed from Fina’s mouth to her jaw, down her neck, sucking, biting… claiming.

Fina gasped, hands gripping Marta’s hips, fingers digging in, needing more, needing everything. She tilted her head back against the door, her breath ragged, her pulse hammering against her ribs. Marta’s fingers tightened on her waist, a warning… a surrender.

Fina smirked against her skin before dragging her teeth over Marta’s collarbone, her hands gripping Marta’s thighs as if she wanted to lift her up, press even closer. Marta’s entire body burned, waves of pleasure crashing over her in a way she had never felt before, never allowed herself to feel.

Fina’s breathing hitched, her fingers trembling as she reached for Marta’s shirt, fumbling with the first button…

The moment Fina’s fingers touched the first button of her shirt, Marta’s body stiffened. It was like the air had been ripped from the room. Like a ghost had slipped between them, cold fingers closing around her throat.

Fina felt it… how Marta’s hands, once so sure, so hungry, suddenly froze. How her breath, ragged and uneven just seconds ago, turned shallow.

Her heart slammed against her ribs. "Marta?"

Marta didn’t answer. She just stared… not at Fina, but past her. At something neither of them could see, something only she could feel. A memory… A vow… A ring.

Her stomach dropped. This was wrong… This was really wrong.

Her pulse roared in her ears as her fingers twitched against Fina’s waist, as her lips tingled with the ghost of a kiss she should have never taken.

What have I done?

Her breath hitched. She needed to stop this. She needed to fix this before…

"Marta…" Fina whispered, her voice softer now, gentler. "It’s okay."

But it wasn’t. Marta ripped herself away, stepping back, putting distance between them as if Fina’s touch burned, as if she had just woken up from something dangerous.

Fina winced at the loss of contact but held her hands up, careful, cautious. "Breathe…" she murmured. "Just breathe, okay?"

Marta couldn’t. Her lungs felt crushed, her skin too hot, too tight.

"This can’t happen…" she choked out, shaking her head. "This was a mistake."

Fina’s jaw tightened. "Marta…"

"I’m married." The words tore from her throat, raw, uneven, like they physically hurt to say. "I have a husband, I have a life…"

Fina exhaled sharply, biting the inside of her cheek. "I know."

Marta squeezed her eyes shut, rubbing her forehead. "This isn’t fair."

Fina sighed. "You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t feel…"

"Don’t!" Marta’s voice broke. She turned away, pacing for half a second before stopping abruptly. "You have to go."

Fina flinched. "Marta…"

"Leave!" Marta whispered, voice barely holding together. "For everyone’s sake."

Fina’s throat tightened, something deep in her chest aching. She swallowed hard. "And what about you?"

Marta didn’t answer. Didn’t look at her…. Didn’t dare.

Fina clenched her fists, inhaling through her nose. "Fine… just, take care!"

Her voice was quieter now, no teasing left, no sharp edges. Just a wound, open and bleeding.

Marta listened as the door opened. Listened as Fina hesitated, looking back at her… Listened as she finally stepped out, closing it softly behind her. She stood there, unmoving, chest rising and falling unevenly, hands still trembling at her sides. Her skin was burning where Fina had touched her. Her lips buzzed with the memory of that kiss… raw, feral, undeniable.

Her brain screamed at her..  This was a mistake. A terrible, reckless mistake.

Her heart whispered back… Was it?

Marta clenched her jaw, fingers curling into fists as she sucked in a sharp breath, trying to steady herself, trying to force herself to believe that walking away had been the right choice. That this couldn’t happen. That she had a life, a husband, a path already written.

Then why… Why did it feel like her entire world had just shifted? Why did she feel like she had just tasted something she could never forget? She turned, pressing a hand over her mouth, trying to silence the ragged, uneven breaths escaping her. Her reflection in the mirror across the room mocked her… flushed cheeks, swollen lips, wide, wild eyes.

She looked like a woman who had just fallen. Her heart slammed against her ribs. This wasn’t just lust. This wasn’t just a mistake… This was something else. Something she wasn’t ready to name.

Marta exhaled shakily, pressing her palm flat against her chest as if she could physically hold herself together.

She had spent her entire life in control. Following the script… Sticking to the rules.

But now…

Now, for the first time, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to anymore.

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

The next day, they started to shoot in the late afternoon as scheduled and while Marta spent her entire morning drinking coffee like an addict and revising scripts, Fina went running to try detaching from what happened last night in the wardrobe. They both had their way of dealing with emotions, but Marta was doing everything but dealing with them… Instead she woke up choosing to play the bitch card that day and dig those feelings deep. As they never existed there…

As they arrived at the studio, everyone was getting into their places… they were filming a scene where Fina was alone that day. Marta did not move from her seat, given the fact that she is always active and is very present behind every camera and corner… but today? Today she couldn’t… the only thing Fina heard was ‘Action!’ and ‘Cut!’ for several hours.. no glance, nothing.

The tension is becoming unbearable. Marta has been ice all day… detached, distant, her instructions short and sharp. But now, as they run through the scene for the third time, something in her snaps.

"Cut!" Her voice slices through the air, and the crew falls silent. Marta exhales harshly, pinching the bridge of her nose before turning toward Fina with barely restrained frustration. "Again!"

Fina shifts her weight, adjusting her stance. “Marta, we’ve done this a dozen times. What exactly is wrong?”

Marta’s jaw clenches. “Everything! You’re not present. You’re coasting. You’re not giving me what I need from this scene.”

Fina stares at her. “What you need?” She lets out a dry laugh. “Sounds familiar.”

Marta’s eyes flash. “You think this is funny?”

“I think you need to tell me what the hell you actually want from me, because I’m hitting every mark, and it’s still not enough for you.” Fina raised her voice and the tension between them just became too much, that everyone in the room froze and were not making a sound.

Marta takes a slow breath, trying… failing… to keep her temper in check. “I want you to stop half-assing it.”

Fina’s brows lift. “Half-assing it?” Her voice is low, incredulous. She steps forward. “I’m doing exactly what’s on the damn page, Marta. If you don’t like it, then maybe you should’ve written it differently.”

A muscle ticks in Marta’s jaw. She turns to the crew, voice clipped. “Take ten, please!”

No one argues. The room empties quickly, sensing the storm brewing between them.

Fina crosses her arms, watching Marta closely. “What is your problem?”

“My problem? My problem is that you always do what YOU want…” Marta lets out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “You don’t get it, do you? You breeze through life, no consequences, no attachment, no real anything…”

Fina scoffs. “Oh, here we go.”

Marta’s voice rises. “You don’t even try to connect! You just play around, push buttons, see what reactions you can pull out of people…”

Fina steps into her space now, eyes dark, unreadable. “Is that what you think I did last night?” Her voice is quiet, but it cuts through Marta like a blade.

Marta swallows.

Fina tilts her head. “You think I was just… playing?”

Marta rolled her eyes, avoiding Fina’s eyes. Fina was becoming angrier and she immediately walked passed Marta in a hurry, heading outside.

‘I can’t with you…’ Fina whispered in frustration as she walked.

Marta’s mouth opened in shock… ‘Did she-… did she just leave?’ She whispered to herself, while turning around, following Fina in the parking lot.

Fina was heading towards her car, Marta running after her…’

“Where do you think you’re going?” Marta grabbed Fina’s arm.

“In a place where I can fucking breathe and not be surrounded by people who don’t have the courage to admit shit.” Fina glanced at Marta with frustration, then looking for her keys in her pockets. She pulled her arm from Marta’s grip.

“What? What do you mean?’ Marta was acting all innocent as if not knowing the real answer.

“Are you serious? After everything, you're just… what? Pretending none of it happened?” Fina turned around, crossing her arm in front of Marta.

Marta clenches her jaw. "Nothing happened."

Fina laughs… cold and humorless. "Right. So that was someone else kissing me last night? Someone else looking at me the way you do?"

Marta’s breath hitches, but she doesn’t falter. "It was a mistake."

Fina’s face shifts… her lips press together, her jaw tightening. Marta sees it… the flicker of hurt, the way Fina’s chest rises a little faster, the way her hands curl into fists at her sides. But she doesn’t stop. She can’t.

"Is that what you tell yourself?" Fina’s voice drops, quieter now. "That it was just some stupid mistake?"

Marta’s throat tightens. "Yes."

Fina tilts her head, studying her. "You’re such a liar, Marta."

Something inside Marta snaps. "And you’re a fucking joke."

Fina freezes at the cold words coming out of Marta’s mouth.

Marta steps closer, her eyes cold, voice cutting. "You don’t care about anyone but yourself. You play your little games, you flirt, you tease, you take whatever attention you can get and then you move on to the next person."

Fina’s breath stutters, but Marta isn’t done.

"Tell me, Fina… was this your game with Esther too? Is that why she left?"

The words land like a punch.

Fina’s entire body tenses, her fingers twitching like she wants to hit something, like she needs to. But she doesn’t. She just stares at Marta… wide-eyed, stunned, hurt.

Marta feels it immediately… the regret, the sharp sting of crossing a line. But she doesn’t take it back. Fina swallows, blinking hard.

“You don’t know anything about that.” Fina’s voice is eerily calm.

Marta should stop. She should apologize. But her own anger, her own self-loathing, won’t let her.

“I know she’s not here anymore...” Her voice is cold, a direct hit. “And maybe there’s a reason for that.”

Fina takes a slow breath, nodding once, as if she’s just now understanding something. Then, she lets out a quiet, humorless laugh.

“Wow!” She looks away for a second, then back at Marta. “You really went for the throat, huh?”

Marta clenches her fists. She wants to take it back. She does. But she just stands there, frozen.

Fina steps back, putting space between them. “You want me gone so badly?” Her voice wavers, but only slightly. “Congratulations, director.” She smiles, small and sharp, but there’s nothing amused about it. “You just got what you wanted.”

She turns. Starts walking away. Marta watches her go, waiting. Waiting for her to turn back, to say something else, to stay.

But she doesn’t. Fina reaches her car, yanks the door open.

She looks back.. just once, just enough for Marta to see the way her eyes glisten, just enough for her to feel the weight of what she’s done.

"If you hate me so much and want me gone so bad, fine." Fina’s voice wavers, but her stare is deadly. "But don’t you fucking act like I was the only one who wanted this."

She slams the door shut, starts the engine without glancing at Marta. The moment Fina’s tires screech against the pavement, something in Marta fractures.

"No…"

She doesn’t think. She just moves.

Her legs carry her before her mind can stop them, her heart slamming against her ribs as she runs after the car.

"Fina… wait!"

The air is sharp against her skin, but she barely feels it. Her breath is ragged, her pulse wild, her body fueled by a desperation she doesn’t want to name. The red taillights glow like an omen, flickering as Fina hesitates at the exit of the parking lot. For a split second, Marta thinks she might stop.

"Fina!"

But then… the lights disappear.

She’s gone.

Marta slows to a stop, hands gripping her knees as she gasps for air. A tight, strangled noise escapes her throat… a mix of frustration, regret, panic.

What the hell did she just do?

She straightens, staring at the empty road ahead, at the space where Fina was just there. Gone, because Marta made her leave. Her hands tremble, squeezing them into fists.

The echoes of their argument cling to the air like smoke.

"Is that why she left?"

Marta shuts her eyes. She wants to erase the words… Take them back. But she can’t. Because she said them. Because she wanted to hurt Fina. Because she thought maybe… maybe if she pushed hard enough, the ache in her chest would go away. But now it’s worse. She exhales sharply, running a shaky hand through her hair. The set is quiet behind her, empty now, like the entire world just stopped after Fina left. A war rages inside her.

Her brain tells her she did the right thing. That she’s married. That Fina is reckless, that this is a disaster waiting to happen.

But her heart?

Her heart is screaming at her. And for the first time in her life, she doesn’t know which side to listen to.

But then why does it feel like she just lost something she can never get back?

Back inside, the tension is suffocating. The crew whispers amongst themselves, confused murmurs filling the space.

Marta walks back in, face unreadable. A producer approaches cautiously. "Marta… we’re ready."

Marta inhales sharply, exhaling through her nose. "She left... Fina left. "

A pause. Then… "Should we reschedule?"

Marta presses her lips together. Her voice is cold, detached. "We’re done for today."

No one argues. Marta walks off, her own heartbeat loud in her ears… she feels guilty, angry, frustrated at herself for what she felt but now, on top of that, she hurt Fina… and she hurt her badly. She needed to do something about it…

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

It was 11pm… Marta sat on the couch, hands clasped, knee bouncing… unable to be still. Her body was in her apartment, but her mind was elsewhere. With her…

Fina’s face haunted her… the hurt in her eyes, the way her breath had hitched right before she turned away. The moment she had broken her. How could she say that? WHY did she say that?

She kept looking around the room, trying to find something to focus on and then, she saw a book, and decided to open it and start readding it.. maybe that way, she could forget about her messy thoughts.

She opened it where the book sign was… page 35… and the Chapter started with the phrase: The worst prison is the one we build for ourselves.

Something punched through her chest. Her pulse spiked, a lump forming in her throat. Because that’s exactly what this was, wasn’t it? A prison. One she had been trapped in for years, one she kept reinforcing with every lie, every excuse, every no. She thought pushing Fina away would make it stop. That denying her feelings would make them disappear. But all it did was worsen the ache, the hunger, the unbearable need.

A flash of lightning cut through the night. The rain had thickened now, hammering against the windows, flooding the streets. But Marta didn’t care.. she was already up that couch and grabbing her coat.. fuck the umbrella.. fuck wasting time… She had to fix it somehow.

She left the car in the parking lot outside the building this time.. so she had to run through the rain towards it. She didn’t even realize how she drove to Fina’s apartment through the storm that just started to show off. She only knew her heart was hitting her chest’s walls forcefully… her mouth dry… and her mind foggy.

The rain clung to Marta like regret… cold, relentless, and unforgiving. It melted into her clothes, dripped from the ends of her hair, traced a path down the curve of her neck. But none of it mattered. Not the storm outside… Not the trembling in her fingers… Not the fact that she was standing, soaked and breathless, in front of Fina’s apartment door. The only thing that mattered was her.

Marta knocked. Once… Twice…

Nothing.

Her throat tightened. Maybe Fina wasn’t home. Bu her car was outside so.. Or maybe… maybe she was ignoring her. Marta wouldn’t blame her. After the way she had ripped her apart in that parking lot, she deserved to be shut out.

She exhaled, closing her eyes, forehead pressing against the door for a second before she forced herself to knock again.

A pause… Then, the sound of slow, hesitant steps. The lock clicked. The door cracked open.

And there she was. Fina stood in the dim glow of her apartment, an oversized sweater hanging off one shoulder, revealing just a hint of collarbone. Her hair was messy, her eyes heavy… not from sleep, but from something deeper. Something raw… Something wounded.

She didn’t speak. Just stared.

Marta swallowed, her voice almost failing her. "Fina…"

Nothing. Not even a flicker of emotion.

Fina’s eyes dragged over her, taking in her rain-soaked clothes, her uneven breath, the sheer desperation in her expression. And still, she said nothing. Marta shifted, fingers curling into fists to stop them from reaching for her. "Can we talk?"

Fina let out a quiet breath, shaking her head with something like disbelief. "Now?" she said, voice hoarse. "After everything?"

Marta flinched. "I know I fucked up…"

"No, Marta." Fina’s voice was sharp now, cutting through the quiet hum of rain. "You didn’t just fuck up… You meant to hurt me. And you did a damn good job of it."

Marta’s chest tightened, guilt clawing its way up her throat. "I didn’t…"

"You did!" Fina snapped, stepping forward, eyes flashing. "You wanted me to walk away, and when I wouldn’t, you pushed me. And when that wasn’t enough…" she let out a bitter laugh, "you decided to break me instead."

Marta squeezed her eyes shut, jaw clenching. "Fina, please…"

"No!" Fina’s voice softened, but it wasn’t gentle. It was tired. "You don’t get to storm in here, soaking wet, looking like a broken apology and expect me to just…" she exhaled sharply, shaking her head. "Why are you even here, Marta?"

Marta looked up, meeting her eyes. And for the first time that night, she didn’t try to run from the truth.

"Because I can’t stop thinking about you."

Fina blinked.

Marta took a step closer. "Because I hurt you, and I hate myself for it." Another step. "Because I thought pushing you away would make this stop, but all it did was make me feel worse."

Fina inhaled sharply, her lips parting…but she didn’t speak.

Marta hesitated, voice barely a whisper now. "Because when you left… it felt like I lost something I didn’t even know I needed."

Silence… Only the sound of the rain and lost thunders on the sky. Fina’s gaze flickered, something breaking in her expression. But she still didn’t move, still didn’t let her in.

Marta sighed, running a hand through her wet hair, her voice unsteady. "I don’t expect you to forgive me. I don’t even know if I deserve it." She shook her head. "But I had to come… I had to see you. Because no matter how much I try to fight this, no matter how much I try to tell myself it’s a mistake…" she met her dark brown eyes, voice trembling. "It never feels like one."

Fina’s breath hitched. For the first time since opening the door, she looked uncertain. Like she was fighting something too.

Marta swallowed. "Please… let me talk to you."

Another pause. And then, finally… Fina sighed. She stepped back… Just a little.

"Come on..." She let Marta in… her apartment and maybe her life, too.