Thread: Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (LingeringDesire x CognacLilacFumes)

Marilyn read over the script while trying to decipher the man, his stiff lips and subtle nod. It was almost as if he didn't want her attention, or was it that she made him nervous. She glanced up as Clayton stood, her eyes softening on the man who was to direct her dramatic debut. Inside she was jumping up and down, she was THAT thrilled about it. The last thing she wanted to do was screw it up, so this man had to be the last of her worries. Beaming a bright smile up at Clayton she glanced quickly up to Milton as he intercepted the man's hand. She stood, though she was wearing heels she still felt slight, listening to the interchange, her eyes going back and forth. At the mention of her costar being indisposed she opened her mouth to comment that she hoped he would recover soon, but before any words came out the man she'd given attention to was being pulled into their meeting. She turned her shoulders slightly toward him, before Paula approached and forced her back to her seat. Erik... Weiss... her mind repeated for her, committing it to memory. She watched how the men interacted, gripping hands and staring into the others eyes, Milton's brows furrowing while his lips made and almost-scowl like frown. Marilyn noticed Erik's angular facial structure and imagined him as a work of art so as not to become to enthralled, though she was a collector in some respect. The odd color of his hair intrigued her, and when... Paula cleared her throat. Blushing slightly she turned her gaze to her script while the men finished their talk. Always told to stay quiet and be seen, not heard... much like a child. Women were only to speak when spoken too and while Paula meant well, Marilyn really wanted to watch Erik. On a sigh she turned back to her script, using a pencil to underline her characters expressions or to pencil them in if there were none listed. So busy she didn't feel his eyes upon her, nor his approach. At least not until Paula made a soft strangled sound. Blue eyes met steady hazel as his larger fingers uncurled hers from the script, her painted lips in a soft 'O' shape. It was a slow motion movement as her hand lifted to his lips and her lips lifted into a smile. How long had it been since a man had kissed her hand? She laughed, soft and breathy at the action and his kind words. Marilyn thought his pause was rather long, as if he wished to say more but close proximity to others held the words back. Thank you Mr Weiss, it's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance as well. Her voice was calm, though her heart beat rapidly behind her breasts. The soft breathy words were more confident then she felt, and the stroke of his thumb caused her lips to tremble slightly. Her eyes softened up at him when he released her hand, she wanted to grab him back and hold his hand a bit longer, if only so she could memorize the feel. But it wasn't appropriate and she was trying to change that image everyone had of her. Paula stepped in between them and started talking about the script, a certain area or something. Marilyn didn't hear, her eyes were on the fabulous man still edging his way back to the men. Only when Paula straightened and blocked her view completely was she able to give her full attention. Paula spoke up, Well, let's get started shall we. Ms Monroe is quite tired after her travels, so the sooner... the better. The woman shuffled back, her eyes on Erik, making it a point to know he was being watched. Marilyn almost sighed audibly when she saw how Paula was acting, it wasn't his fault he had showed a gentlemanly side towards her. It wasn't his fault he'd stirred something up inside her. Something she thought was gone when Joey pulled away from her and shoved her back out into the world without his strength to lean on. She hated being alone and the thought of that empty bed tonight almost brought tears to her eyes, almost. She needed a man to feel complete, always had and was pathetic, no man should have to step in to make her feel full.