Chapter 5 Second Act

Sometime later on a hotel...

"Here. Right here, here is where I want you, put your manhood right here," she parted her legs wrapping around his finger as she tried to guide him on her mound.

"Manhood? What happened to arousal?" he asked trying to brush away the woman's hand off his long, hard length.

"I thought it sounded manly. Lucifer stop pulling away from me--- you need to go all the way in, hard and fast. No holding back got that?"

He laughed then, an evil laugh as evil as his name's meaning. A laugh of a man who has been begged to plant his manly parts deep within a woman.

"We must take that advantage of such generous feelings." He said, his lips finding her shivery spot.

"Oh heavens yes, take advantage of them! Take advantage of me! I insist! I really do!"

"Hmm, do I hear begging? Does someone wish to play games?"

"Gark! I love it when you role-play!"

He kissed her hard, his lips and tongue all pushy and demanding, shoving their way around her mouth. He leaned further scrapping his teeth along her erected nipples and she arched her back voluntarily to give him proper access grabbing his hair tugging it.

"Lucifer," she was panting almost out of breath. Ï want you inside me, filling me, making me feel wicked and wild oh god- take me now!"

He did as she begs bringing her to a world of ecstasy. "I will make you feel everything you want to feel my shy little vixen. That's it, struggle; your feeble attempts to escape my wicked rakish attentions aroused the passion in me." He thrust in and out whispering those smutty things on her ears that made her shiver with delight. The devil was consuming her, taking her body and soul and she so willingly surrenders it all.

"Jasmine you should rest you're looking paler and paler by the minute." Andie her co-worker suggested.

"This is nothing I can't handle."

Andie sighed again, a big, heavy, dramatic, long-suffering sigh that was supposed to impart on our heroine's mind just how much she was trying Andie's patience and she choose to not pay attention. Jasmine's been feeling tipsy after she participated in the pre-alcohol drinking session the staffs prepared for their special guests, Andie saw her joining in muttering under her breath something about people who have no tolerance for alcohol knowing better than to drink tequilas.

"Tony I want you to prepare some coffee-black- and bring it here after. Six or seven cups of it."

Jasmine tipped her head back and started singing 'Mary had a little lamb'

Andie shuddered. "Make that twenty cups."

-Matthews-

Before I could protest to Andie's brutality of dragging me away from the comfortable couch our boss Mr. Lewis came rushing in "Jassy you look sick are you alright?"

I blinked at him and swayed just the tiniest bit while I let my boss' words trickle through the fogged mass that was presently acting as my brain. "Never better boss." She hiccups.

As if on cue the two-door doorway flew open revealing a large amount of people coming in. There were heavy equipments and a few numbers of studio cameras settled on a corner of the dining hall. The cast and crew of BBC's most watched detective series, Sherlock Holmes, organized a dinner party for the staffs and officers of the National Gallery as a 'thank you' gift for their hospitality.

Ninety nine percent of the female staffs were all giddy to meet the series main protagonist. Benedict Timothy Carlton Cumberbatch and speaking of the devil the star himself came strutting in; those beautiful eyes that changes color depending on the reflection of the lights, his curly hair perfectly framing his handsome face and that domineering height of his emphasize his long legs, his strides so graceful and elegant. But she wasn't swayed. You see I'm the remaining one percent outlier in the population. My unnerving eternal loyalty will always be for Alan Rickman though when Benedict Cumberbatch each offered the staffs a friendly handshake and a simple thank you I may have question my earlier proclamation regarding loyalty, I shrugged at the thought he is now making his way towards me with that charming smile of his.

I opened my mouth to say hello, nice to meet you, you look more handsome in person but all that came out was broccolis... well, basically everything I'd eaten for the last five hours. It all came up, barfed ignominiously onto the marbled floor, a bit of it splashing up onto Benedict's neat shoes.

Andie closed her eyes in horror and slapped a hand on her forehead. Benedict looked from his soiled shoes up to my flushed, sweaty, tears-about-to-fall-from-extreme-humiliation-eyes face and said. "That's a first."

Mr. Lewis decided I needed to get some fresh air so he hauled me over to the window and threw it open while Andie shoved my upper torso out the window and I had to clutch at the window frame to keep myself from falling.

I would also say some things regarding this matter. I can't believe I vomited on another human being and not just any normal human being it was Benedict Cumberbatch for Pete's sake! I had to allocate five minutes of the time to completely grasp what just happened. How I humiliated myself in front of everybody and still wonder why I haven't die from extreme embarrassment. I take it to myself that you're all smart and can figure out all to yourself how that scene will etched in my mind for decades to come.

"Jasmine always pukes when she gets excited- it's something hereditary poor girl." Jasmine heard Mr. Lewis reason out to some of the crew members attempting to save the Gallery's reputation over my dramatic act. Over the sound of the wind rushing past my ears, the men's voices rumbled behind me.

"You okay now?"

I turned to look around at the blessed soul who's concern about my welfare but was frozen when I saw Benedict approaching, his hands resting on his pockets. I straightened up.

"I hope you got the barf off of your shoes with no trouble." I smiled at him nervously as he inspects the poor object of my assault.

"All good no harm done." he chuckled answering. "I must say your reaction earlier far outweighs the reactions of all the other female species that sees me."

She gulped. "Sorry."

"Hey, it's okay we all have that clumsy side." Benedict reassures her, flashing that charming smile of his. It's no wonder the female population of Great Britain - no the women in general considered him as a sex symbol.

"You have a really nice face." Jasmine gave Benedict's face a pat, just to show him that she really liked it and wasn't just saying it to be nice.

He grins and offered his arm on her. "Better enjoy the food laid eh?" She hesitantly encircled her own on his. "Let's do that."

A lot of group selfies with the cast came next after dinner, it was pretty enjoyable especially the many faces of Martin Freeman captured thru the camera. Jasmine got a lot pictures with Benedict himself, he even gave her his personal number insisting she should have it since they're friends already and he can't wait to tell his wife about the 'barf scene'.

The long chat came to an end when Martin Freeman and the actor playing Mycroft Holmes called Benedict out.

"Car, now." Mycroft ordered.

Benedict lightly pats her shoulder. "Let's meet again some time."

"Sure."

"Benedict!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming. I don't know what your knickers are such in a twist it's not like everybody's in the bus already."

Martin dragged Benedict by the arm and hustled him towards the exit door.

Strangely celebrities had a way of creeping into Jasmine's peaceful life, shaking her head at the thought she headed to the staff's lounge and got her things. It's time to retire for the evening.

Rickman residence...

"Daddy look, look!" Julia proudly presents her animal drawing to her father who's about to call someone on his phone.

"Oh wow! What a beautiful sunflower drawing!"

Julia made a distorted face. "It isn't a flower Daddy, it's a lion that's his mane, tail and feet see?"

"Sorry sweet pea I was distracted by how your lion resembled the sunflower."

"Distantly." She pointed out. "Very distantly." Alan pats her marshmallow cheeks.

"You have no eye for a good art Alan, what a waste." Emma butted in; Julia ran off to the kitchen and started bothering Mrs. Woods and her Aunt Emma in baking cookies.

"I already said sorry!" Alan called out. He started dialing on his phone. "Hello? Is Dean Decker in her office? Yes, could you please put her on the line and tell her its Alan Rickman calling, thank you." Alan lovingly smiled at Julia who has flour all over her face as she showed him the star-cut cookies in the air. "Chloe, yes I'm still here sorry to bother you early this morning but is your offer still standing?"

"Why of course! It will be the School's honor to have you Mr. Rickman."

"Thank you, I would like to visit you in your office this coming Tuesday to discuss the contract signing will you be available by then?"

"Sure no problem. Give me a ring m'kay?"

"Thank you Chloe. I'll see you on Tuesday."

"Okay. Bye!"

"Goodbye."

"Who's that?" Emma flop herself on the couch wiping her wet hands with a towel.

"Chloe Decker."

"Really? You finally decided on taking the job?"

"Yes. It's a good chance to be near with Julia while she's at school this year."

Emma laughs "I can't imagine you doing the job without the acting involve."

He sighs, and then spoke very deliberately, enunciating carefully as if she was the one who wasn't making any sense. "It's only temporary Emma and I still needed a maid." He reminded her.

Emma breathed heavily from her nose for a moment then said just as carefully and slowly, "Alan, hiring a maid is a risk besides it's you who's hiring someone you don't even know completely and nowadays it's not safe. What if the one you hired is a psychopath in disguise or an obsessed fan whose ultimate desire is to bed you then rips off your bank account?"

"Don't be ridiculous." This was said in his usual sharp manner.

"I am just stating the possible scenarios out there and based on my analysis the latter part is highly possible."

Alan smirked at the mentioned of an obsessed fan girl. A certain fan immediately pops on his mind. Emma rolled her eyes. "That kind of smile creeps me out sometimes Alan, bugger off!" she threw the damp towel on him.

"What is your problem Emma Thompson? I'm surprised your husband can keep up with your tantrums because believe me I've been asking myself these past years how did I end up being friends with you." He grinned, then threw pillows at her waggling his eyebrows.

"FYI my husband loves me. The whole package including my serious tantrums as you so eloquently described." She said sticking out her tongue on his direction.

"Really mature Emz. Really mature!"

Emma turned on her heel and flounced her way back to the kitchen. Alan's pale amber eyes narrowed at her retreating figure then finds out her middle finger pointing at him. He was about to say something when Emma gave him her sweetest smile walking further in. Alan tipped his head back and howled in laughter. As if that was a signal, Emma's laughter joined his.

Alan thought he had enough of having crazy bipolar women in his life.

A/N: credits to Katie MacAliter's The Corset Diaries for the smutty and barf scene.

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