(star trek rpf) Fic: Best Not To Think About It

[urbancate]

Title: Best Not To Think About It
Pairing: Karl/Zoe (kind of)
Rating: R (kind of)
Length: 1,370
Disclaimer: Lies, lies, and more lies. Lies I didn't even research!
Summary: Movie sets can get boring.
Notes: Donauwelle is German dessert of awesomeness - chocolate covered cake with cherries and cream. Also, first attempt at RPF. *facepalm*

 

Making a movie is hard work. Grueling. Intense.

 

Making a movie is a whole lot of hurry up and wait. Boring.

 

Making a movie - with the right people, that is - is like a movie in and of itself. A crazy, sideways, fucked up, hilarious slice of life like only Hollywood can offer. Fun.

 

All of these are true.

 

Right now Karl is stuck somewhere in the second aspect. Something fell, the lighting is off, J.J. yelled, people are working furiously to fix it. He sits with a view of mayhem, waiting. Too much trouble to go back to his trailer, he decided. Chris is somewhere to his right, texting furiously and giggling, which should be ridiculous - a grown man giggling - except Chris is more like an overgrown puppy. It's a bridge scene being held up, which means everyone is here, waiting - Zach, Zoe, John, Simon, Anton. Uncharacteristically, though, everyone is doing their own thing. Usually someone says something stupid, makes a joke, they all laugh, camaraderie abounds, etc. But today they are all in their own little worlds - cell phone, iPod, book, magazine, whatever. It's not the worst day he's ever had on a set. By far. But it certainly isn't the best. One of the Z's would probably call it a negative karma day. In Karl's opinion, it's just one of those things. Like spouses, even castmates who get along like gangbusters occasionally need a break from each other. Tomorrow will be back to normal - hijinks, tomfoolery, mind fuckery of the only most loving intent.

 

All of that aside, right now Karl is bored.

 

Another thing about making a movie - everyone sleeps with everyone else. Or they at least think about it. So that's what Karl does. He thinks about it. Because he's married but Natalie is on the other side of the globe and while he is not that guy, he is still a guy, and one with an active imagination.

 

And he has to think about something, because even in his head he's tired of hearing himself snark about Chekov's age and that's no good at all. Stale in in his own head will only mean a dozen extra takes.

 

He read somewhere, or heard - he can't remember - that ballet dancers are ridiculously oversexed creatures. That of all the oversexed artist types existing in the world, ballet dancers are definitely the worst. Or best. The connotation is long forgotten.

 

The whole idea had been forgotten - partly because it struck him as terribly incongruent and partly because what did he care about ballet - until he met Zoe. Not because she seems ridiculously oversexed. She is too elegant for that. But she is, or was, a ballerina. Still is, by his estimation. It's the elegance, the controlled yet effortless grace that imbues her every movement.

 

Yet she is not at all cool. Cool as in fun, yes. Cool as in icy, no. She will be haughty sometimes, but as a joke, part of the act of fulfilling the expectations held by others concerning a beautiful ballerina become actress. Which defies his expectations, he supposes. Ballerinas are supposed to be slightly chilly and untouchable and float through the world looking down their elegant noses at the mere mortals. And Zoe floats, she does. But she is also warm and funny and vulnerable and her laugh is a surprising combination of throaty and girl-next-door that makes him wonder about sex with a ballerina. More than wonder, actually.

 

He is still looking at the pages of a magazine, but damned if he can remember what it is or even make out what he's supposedly reading. Because his mind has gone straight from Zoe's laugh to Zoe laughing that throaty laugh while naked and underneath him - spread out like dessert, like Donauwelle - a little bit tart, a lot sweet, and a whole lot creamy.

 

He thinks this is where his brain should return to mundane and appropriate things like food or news magazines. But the little brain is in control now and says No, sorry mate. Flip a page of the magazine. Now think about those legs. Endless, perfect legs, wrapped around you, pulling you in.

 

He can't believe he's doing it, but he gives in.

 

 

-

 

 

Zoe thinks it might have started with Simon. He was definitely the first one to say fuck as if it were an actual curse and not just another funny thing they all throw around at each other all day. She doesn't know the why of the fuck, but she is living through the chain reaction like they all are - keeping to herself and waiting for J.J. to be happy with the just-so arrangement of oversized flashlights.

 

Why they don't all retreat to their trailers, she doesn't know. Maybe because no one has made the first move. Instead they all sit in their respective name-appropriated chairs. In costume. Which means there is a certain primness to her posture - knees together, book in her lap, iPod in hand over the book over her thighs - damn this Starfleet skirt anyway.

 

Zach loaded some music for her yesterday - "Expand, girl, expand the musical horizons." - something obscure and light years ahead of the trend curve. She is trying to listen, she really is. Or at least let it float around while she reads. But reading isn't working either. This day gets officially marked up in the out-of-whack karma column.

 

She turns the volume way down and scrolls through the library, small clickety clicks in her ear buds. To her left, Karl groans and she wonders what could be so upsetting about Popular Science or whatever nerd magazine he has today. Another strangled noise from Karl. Maybe it's not nerdery today. Maybe it's rugby. The man does get worked up about rugby - she has witnessed it herself, they all have - half-drunken Kiwi speeches about Aussies and The Cup. And then there was the blistering soliloquy from a play he'd been in as, no, you'll never guess, a rugby player. She thinks. Frankly, she doesn't remember anything except being mesmerized by the slow build of the speech, poetic and random and devastating, and the return of Karl's accent.

 

It is one of his actor ticks. He stays in accent during filming. 24/7. She understands. Whatever it takes, you do it. It's a shame, though, because New Zealand Karl is a walking, talking sex bomb. American/McCoy Karl is still sexy, but it's not the same.

 

And why is she thinking about this anyway?

 

It's a stupid thing to think about. Karl and his accent and his mouth, oh holy jesus that mouth, she would not mind kissing that mouth. At all.

 

 

-

 

 

Her legs are strong. All of her is lithe and limber and strong. And flexible. She pulls him in, he fills her in one long deep thrust, sinks into heated, wet woman. The moment stutters as she sighs and wraps her laugh around his name. The moment rights itself and everything becomes motion. In and out and in, circles and spirals, the bow of her back, beads of sweat between her breasts. She pushes and levers with that incredible body and he is on his knees and she is wrapped around him every way possible and now they're dancing, dancing.

 

 

-

 

 

She presses her thumb against his lower lip, slides it along the curve, savors the anticipation, the slight hesitation. His mouth is insanely carnal, she thinks. And then she can hardly think at all, because he is devouring her or she is devouring him, it doesn't matter which. He sucks on her tongue, she bites that cupid lip, they are hungry and this is the feast.

 

 

-

 

 

Someone slaps his shoulder. "Karl-Heinz!" It's Chris. Apparently the lights are finally ready for them.

 

 

-

 

 

It is the end of the day, the entirely wrong time of the day to be eating a donut. But there it is. Chocolate-covered-pudding-cream-filled donut. He eats half of it in one bite.

 

"Eeww. Karl." Zoe chides as she walks away.

 

Another bite and the donut is gone. He licks pudding off a finger and heads for his trailer.

Comments

[blcwriter.livejournal.com]

Nicely done, and I'm with you on the facepalm. I can't quite believe I wrote one (and only one, so far, but that's not guarantee) either. Risque of you to go for the het (what a fandom) and just the right balance. Love that they were on the same page.

[urbancate.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I like the slash, I do, but het is where I can write anything remotely porny, so het it is.

[high-flyer87.livejournal.com]

Ooo, very very nice!
This fandom has done something weird to my brain, in which it doesn't recognize het as acceptable porn anymore XD
But this, I LOVE! I need to get my brain rewired to accept the het. Het is good. Especially when it involves Karl *wiggles eyebrows*

Thanks so much for sharing this!

[urbancate.livejournal.com]

Thank you for reading and for the love! Mmm...Karl's eyebrows...

[azewewish.livejournal.com]

I demand more of this pairing from you, because I am an entitled fangirl like that. *g*

Which is to say, hell yeah, man, this fucking rocked! And I loved that Karl wasn't that guy, but is still a guy & yeah, he's gonna look at Zoe and wonder what if.

[urbancate.livejournal.com]

Oh, a demand for more! That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. Thank you!

Icon LOVE, btw.

[azewewish.livejournal.com]

Karl touching himself should be required viewing. *g*

[neoreulwonhae.livejournal.com]

Damn, you posted that fast, girl!

Still love it. Yumm. Love the dessert reference, and how it ties in with the creamy donut at the end. I like to think he was thinking of licking her when he was licking the pudding off. ;) Such a perfect ending too. How it could've gone off into this whole thing but you just kept it as normal functioning on the set and just kept it real. They're just thoughts in their heads and we all know that just because you think something doesn't mean anything comes of it. That's what makes this so real, and why it took me a second to have the ending sink in but it really felt right when it did. You know? It's totally normal and real and I could see it happening.

Ramble over. Oh, noticed a typo though: "It is one his actor ticks." I think you need an 'of' in there. ;)

Great job! ♥

[urbancate.livejournal.com]

Aww - thank you! And yes, he is TOTALLY thinking about that! And I'm so glad you like the ending, it's what felt real to me. And I totally threw in that "holy jesus" just for you, bb.

(And typo fixed, tyvm :D )

[neoreulwonhae.livejournal.com]

Aww, you're so sweet. I guess HOLY JESUS is my official catchphrase now. XD

[kiltlover1971.livejournal.com]

I am so in love with this! I want, need more het with Zoe! It's sooo hard to find around here, or maybe I'm just clueless and lost. Please write more:) That is all.

[urbancate.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I haven't seen much het, or het with Zoe, around either.

Thank you for the love!

[sellthelie.livejournal.com]

Oh that was fabulous! I've been hoping someone would do them together, just brilliant.

[ewinfic.livejournal.com]

First attempt at RPF? NICELY done. I love all the food references...

All of her is lithe and limber and strong. And flexible. She pulls him in, he fills her in one long deep thrust, sinks into heated, wet woman.

You have some really beautiful lines in here! And Karl/Zoe... wow. Nice. I think I need more of them now. :D

[hiddencait.livejournal.com]

Dude love how you managed to write this while still keeping them from actually cheating! That's been my big issue with Real person RPG: that half of these people are exclusive with someone else, and it's just feels weird to me lol

Love that they're both off in their own little world checkign each other out.. too much fun

[heddaberry.livejournal.com]

Oh girl, where have you been all my life? This was torturous and beautiful and fixated on the things I love the most about the two of them. Zoe and her grace and beautiful legs (damn, don't I wish) and Karl's perfect perfect kissable mouth.

No, sorry mate. Flip a page of the magazine. Now think about those legs. Endless, perfect legs, wrapped around you, pulling you in.

That is so completely Karl voice that I had to take a breath, pause, and return to reading because DAMN. This was just stunning!!

[hilsongirl.livejournal.com]

no one would be able to spend 10 seconds around Karl and not think about that mouth.

[crackemod.livejournal.com]

You've been rec'd today (http://community.livejournal.com/crackenterprise/41515.html) at crackenterprise!

[urbancate.livejournal.com]

THIS just SO MADE MY WEEK. Thank you!

[jlm121.livejournal.com]

I love Karl/Zoe particularly when it's like this. It's not so much about consummation but about want and denial.

Love the bit with the doughnut at the end that was perfect.

[urbancate.livejournal.com]

As my first RPF, I was absolutely only able to keep it at the want stage, and I felt all self-conscious about that - dipping my toes into the pool, yanno. So I love that it works. Thank you for reading and commenting!

[smutjunkie.livejournal.com]

I love that this is your first RPF, and it gets recced, because this is delicious.

[urbancate.livejournal.com]

Aww, thank you!

[brutalsong.livejournal.com]

UNF!
i'm not much a fan of het, because it's rarely done nice, but this was all kinds of perfect. :)

[izzyfics.livejournal.com]

I seriously have no idea how I missed this one, probably just passed it by in the rush of fic explosion last year.

Nnnggghhhh. Yeah, that's my initial reaction to your sexy imagery. It's almost as good of reaction as I would have to Karl + German Chocolate Cake.

Also, this:

Maybe it's rugby. The man does get worked up about rugby - she has witnessed it herself, they all have - half-drunken Kiwi speeches about Aussies and The Cup.

and this:

holy jesus that mouth, she would not mind kissing that mouth. At all.

Amazing.