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Fic: Sex talk in a trailer (Extras, Maggie/Kate Winslet)
Title: Sex talk in a trailer
Fandom: Extras
Pairing: Maggie/Kate Winslet
Rating: R
Word count: 964
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me.
Summary: Kate Winslet tries to teach Maggie about phone sex
Notes: I was hunting around my hard-drive looking for unfinished fics for a meme I'll post in a little bit, and I came across this, and it's probably as finished as it's ever going to get so I'm posting it.
“And cut. That’s it for today guys, thank you!”
Maggie silently thanks Christ. It’s been a long day of shooting, with some incredibly emotional scenes. Not for Maggie, who mostly had to stand and try to look like a Jewish refugee, but the girls playing the nuns were probably exhausted with all that praying and crying and begging the Gestapo not to shoot people. Her feet are killing her and all the Kirby grips she’s got on under her dark wig make her head feel double its normal weight. The authentic, period underwear is really itchy too. She’s heading off in the direction of the communal changing area for ‘background artists’ when she feels a hand on her arm. She turns to see who it is.
“So, have you done it yet?”
It’s Kate Winslet. Again. For an actress who has been in the biggest film ever, and been nominated for an Oscar four times, she really has an unhealthy interest in Maggie’s sex life.
“Well, no, see last night was his darts night and by the time he got home I’d’ve been in bed so we didn’t speak on the phone so…”
Kate, sensing that the sentence has the potential to go on and on, holds up her hand.
“OK, but you are ready for it though, aren’t you?”
Maggie nods, but the accompanying unconscious shrug and hangdog expression do not scream confidence. Kate sighs and links her arm through Maggie’s, leading her away.
“But…I have to get changed…they don’t let us take the outfits home.”
Kate shakes her head, not slowing down or letting go of Maggie’s arm.
“You can get changed later, this is far more important, I’m going to show you how to get this done.”
Maggie’s fatigue is now replaced by utter terror. Sex isn’t her forte. She’s never been that good at it and she’s never had that many girlie friends with which to discuss it. So the idea of sitting and talking about sex with Kate Winslet, who is currently dressed as a nun, fills her with dread.
They reach Kate’s trailer and Maggie is hustled inside and deposited on the sofa. She’s never been in a trailer on set before and is enchanted by everything.
“Oh, ye’ve got yer own microwave! That must be handy for when ye fancy a wee cup-a-soup or something ay? And does it have a flushing toilet? It probably will have, won’t it? I remember going to Arbroath in a caravan on my holidays when I was a wee girl and we had to go to the shower-blocks if we had to pee in the middle of the night, or we had a bucket for if it was raining. And my mum always made me take the bucket to empt…”
Maggie trails off as Kate’s habit falls to the ground, revealing very non-period underwear. Kate reaches up to remove her headgear. Her hair is blonder than Maggie remembers it being and she shakes it loose, letting it cascade over her shoulders.
Kate sits down opposite Maggie, not bothering to put on any clothes.
“OK, so let’s practise this thing. I’ll be…what’s his name again?”
Maggie is desperately trying not to look at Kate’s breasts, but she’s always had problems eye-contacting ‘the talent’ ever since she read that Tom Hanks had an extra removed from set for doing so. So she settles for looking somewhere over Kate’s right shoulder.
“Mike. His name’s Mike.”
“Right, I’ll be Mike and you be you.”
Kate holds her hand up to her head, thumb and pinkie extended in the universal mime for ‘I’m on the phone’. She speaks in a slightly deepened voice.
“Hey babe, it’s me, what you wearing?”
Maggie looks down at herself.
“Eh…I’m still in my work gear, Kate Winslet wouldn’t let me get changed.”
Kate rolls her eyes. She comes out of character for a moment.
“Make something up, Christ!”
Maggie gets it now.
“Oh right. Oh, I’m not wearing anything. How about you?”
“I’m completely naked, my cock is hard and I want your mouth on me now.”
Maggie is frozen. Kate Winslet just said cock and she’s still almost naked and Maggie can’t think of a single thing to say other than:
“Oh…”
Kate gestures that she should elaborate.
“Oh…that’s….nice?”
Kate puts her head in her hands. She looks back up.
“Have you really never done this before?”
Maggie shakes her head, dolefully.
Kate thinks for a minute. Something changes in her eyes and she turns back to Maggie. She slides off the sofa and walks towards Maggie on her knees. Maggie is forced to look down her nose at her, which she can’t help feeling is very rude. Kate speaks.
“Kiss me.”
“Eh?”
“Fine, I’ll kiss you.”
And she does. Kate Winslet, Oscar’s favourite nominee, is kissing Maggie on a sofa in a caravan. And it’s nice. Then Kate reaches down and takes Maggie’s hand and brings it up and places it on her breast. Maggie is touching Kate Winslet’s boob. Maggie wonders if she should be squeezing or rubbing or something similar. She settles for just touching for now. The kiss seems to be lasting an incredibly long time but Maggie doesn’t want to be impolite and break it first. She’s relieved when Kate finally comes up for air.
Maggie fumbles about for something to say.
“My hand’s still on your boob.”
Not quite what she had been aiming for. Kate doesn’t seem to mind. She stands up and sits back on the sofa opposite Maggie and lights a cigarette. She points at Maggie, knowingly.
“Playing a lesbian is a surefire winner. Kidman, Theron. Kiss a girl in a film, ugly yourself up a bit and boom. Oscar.”
Maggie sincerely hopes that Kate Winslet gets her Oscar. Soon.
Fandom: Extras
Pairing: Maggie/Kate Winslet
Rating: R
Word count: 964
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me.
Summary: Kate Winslet tries to teach Maggie about phone sex
Notes: I was hunting around my hard-drive looking for unfinished fics for a meme I'll post in a little bit, and I came across this, and it's probably as finished as it's ever going to get so I'm posting it.
“And cut. That’s it for today guys, thank you!”
Maggie silently thanks Christ. It’s been a long day of shooting, with some incredibly emotional scenes. Not for Maggie, who mostly had to stand and try to look like a Jewish refugee, but the girls playing the nuns were probably exhausted with all that praying and crying and begging the Gestapo not to shoot people. Her feet are killing her and all the Kirby grips she’s got on under her dark wig make her head feel double its normal weight. The authentic, period underwear is really itchy too. She’s heading off in the direction of the communal changing area for ‘background artists’ when she feels a hand on her arm. She turns to see who it is.
“So, have you done it yet?”
It’s Kate Winslet. Again. For an actress who has been in the biggest film ever, and been nominated for an Oscar four times, she really has an unhealthy interest in Maggie’s sex life.
“Well, no, see last night was his darts night and by the time he got home I’d’ve been in bed so we didn’t speak on the phone so…”
Kate, sensing that the sentence has the potential to go on and on, holds up her hand.
“OK, but you are ready for it though, aren’t you?”
Maggie nods, but the accompanying unconscious shrug and hangdog expression do not scream confidence. Kate sighs and links her arm through Maggie’s, leading her away.
“But…I have to get changed…they don’t let us take the outfits home.”
Kate shakes her head, not slowing down or letting go of Maggie’s arm.
“You can get changed later, this is far more important, I’m going to show you how to get this done.”
Maggie’s fatigue is now replaced by utter terror. Sex isn’t her forte. She’s never been that good at it and she’s never had that many girlie friends with which to discuss it. So the idea of sitting and talking about sex with Kate Winslet, who is currently dressed as a nun, fills her with dread.
They reach Kate’s trailer and Maggie is hustled inside and deposited on the sofa. She’s never been in a trailer on set before and is enchanted by everything.
“Oh, ye’ve got yer own microwave! That must be handy for when ye fancy a wee cup-a-soup or something ay? And does it have a flushing toilet? It probably will have, won’t it? I remember going to Arbroath in a caravan on my holidays when I was a wee girl and we had to go to the shower-blocks if we had to pee in the middle of the night, or we had a bucket for if it was raining. And my mum always made me take the bucket to empt…”
Maggie trails off as Kate’s habit falls to the ground, revealing very non-period underwear. Kate reaches up to remove her headgear. Her hair is blonder than Maggie remembers it being and she shakes it loose, letting it cascade over her shoulders.
Kate sits down opposite Maggie, not bothering to put on any clothes.
“OK, so let’s practise this thing. I’ll be…what’s his name again?”
Maggie is desperately trying not to look at Kate’s breasts, but she’s always had problems eye-contacting ‘the talent’ ever since she read that Tom Hanks had an extra removed from set for doing so. So she settles for looking somewhere over Kate’s right shoulder.
“Mike. His name’s Mike.”
“Right, I’ll be Mike and you be you.”
Kate holds her hand up to her head, thumb and pinkie extended in the universal mime for ‘I’m on the phone’. She speaks in a slightly deepened voice.
“Hey babe, it’s me, what you wearing?”
Maggie looks down at herself.
“Eh…I’m still in my work gear, Kate Winslet wouldn’t let me get changed.”
Kate rolls her eyes. She comes out of character for a moment.
“Make something up, Christ!”
Maggie gets it now.
“Oh right. Oh, I’m not wearing anything. How about you?”
“I’m completely naked, my cock is hard and I want your mouth on me now.”
Maggie is frozen. Kate Winslet just said cock and she’s still almost naked and Maggie can’t think of a single thing to say other than:
“Oh…”
Kate gestures that she should elaborate.
“Oh…that’s….nice?”
Kate puts her head in her hands. She looks back up.
“Have you really never done this before?”
Maggie shakes her head, dolefully.
Kate thinks for a minute. Something changes in her eyes and she turns back to Maggie. She slides off the sofa and walks towards Maggie on her knees. Maggie is forced to look down her nose at her, which she can’t help feeling is very rude. Kate speaks.
“Kiss me.”
“Eh?”
“Fine, I’ll kiss you.”
And she does. Kate Winslet, Oscar’s favourite nominee, is kissing Maggie on a sofa in a caravan. And it’s nice. Then Kate reaches down and takes Maggie’s hand and brings it up and places it on her breast. Maggie is touching Kate Winslet’s boob. Maggie wonders if she should be squeezing or rubbing or something similar. She settles for just touching for now. The kiss seems to be lasting an incredibly long time but Maggie doesn’t want to be impolite and break it first. She’s relieved when Kate finally comes up for air.
Maggie fumbles about for something to say.
“My hand’s still on your boob.”
Not quite what she had been aiming for. Kate doesn’t seem to mind. She stands up and sits back on the sofa opposite Maggie and lights a cigarette. She points at Maggie, knowingly.
“Playing a lesbian is a surefire winner. Kidman, Theron. Kiss a girl in a film, ugly yourself up a bit and boom. Oscar.”
Maggie sincerely hopes that Kate Winslet gets her Oscar. Soon.
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That episode gave me a whole new appreciation for Kate Winslet. She does some dirty talkin'!
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Just so you know - far and away my favourite line is -
“Eh…I’m still in my work gear, Kate Winslet wouldn’t let me get changed.” Sigh! how I love Maggie.
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Glad you liked it, I love Maggie too.
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This was a bit strange to write...because it's kind of RPF but not really because it's about Kate Winslet playing a caricature of herself alongside Ashley playing a character and...anyway, it was strange. But I'm glad you liked it anyway ;)