Thread: The Growing up of Little Miss Watson {darkest_Fate&DeRe}

Famous English awkwardness? Emma wasn't sure whether to frown or giggle at that. She tried to keep her expression at least somewhat neutral, professional, even. But those expressive brown eyes flashed for a moment, hinting toward the barely suppressed emotions. Her body tensed for a moment as she watched him drop the clothing, and tensed still further as she noted just how very much... larger than she he happened to be. The emptying of the room might have been intended to make her feel better about the situation, but nerves instead jumped to the forefront. Emma was an actress she knew how to behave in front of a crowd, particularly a crowd on a set. This felt... shockingly intimate, in almost bewildering ways. And why was he sitll in the room? 'Ah, thank you?' she managed, figuring that to be the polite response. She let out a nervous laugh at his question, eyes scanning him. Part of her wanted to ask really? since he hardly looked the fine specimen, nothing like pretty Ben or the numerous other striking young lads that Emma so frequently took as her paramours. 'I can certainly see why,' came out instead, her smile at least genuinely pleasant. He had clearly been intending to at least make things less awkward for her, and she did want to maintain professionalism during a shoot. Strange though, his look belied his actions... there was almost something... calculating in the way his eyes swept over her now. She supposed it was just the seasoned look of a performer summing up a costar... His words jarred her from her thoughts, which was fortunate, as he tiled her head up. Had he just... suggested she go commando? Emma flushed, the pink crawling against her pale skin. 'Generally there's undergarments that would help with that...' she offered, biting her lip. They already had made some consideration, and it wasn't as if she hadn't gone without a bra for certain dresses like that before. She reached up to slice back some of her light brown hair, shifting again. English princess? She wasn't certain whether that was a compliment or not. Hardly mattered. He'd turned, given his direction, and Emma had to follow through. She gave a deep breath, released it, and went to work. Experience made it easy for her to remove her clothing, even if her fingers stuttered slightly. The shirt went away first, leaving her with the rather simple cotton bra to support her modest chest. She soon removed shoes, then wiggled down her jeans, jarring the panties beneath. A pause followed as she watched Prince, making sure that he wasn't staring. As soon as she was at least somewhat reassured, Emma picked up the dress. She stepped into it first, bringing it up around her body. To her slight surprise, it fit her almost too well, and she was quite certain she'd look rather striking when it was fully on her. She slid off the bra, sliding the front panel into position, adjusting as necessary. Bending down, Emma worked her panties off while still garbed, letting them pool. She gathered her clothing up, looking about for a place to put it. 'I'm finished,' she informed her costar, knowing she looked impressive . She flashed a decidedly more confident smile at him, holding up her clothing. 'Where should I put this then?'