Mid Night Confessions

Mark sat on his bed, surrounded by discarded tissues and staring at a particularly sexy picture of Emma Watson on his iPad. Suddenly, he heard a loud knock on his door, he quickly shut off his device and tossed the tissues into the bin. He approached the door with apprehension, wondering who could be knocking at his door so late at night.

As he peered through the peephole, he was stunned to see Emma standing on the other side, looking slightly disheveled in a hotel bathrobe. Mark couldn't help but feel his heart racing as he opened the door for her.

"Emma, what a surprise!" he said, opening the door.

She looked up at him, her eyes slightly red from lack of sleep. "I couldn't sleep, and I saw that your light was on. I was wondering if you wanted to talk," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Without hesitation, he nodded. "Sure, come on in," he said, stepping aside to let her into the room.

She walked past him and sat on the couch, Mark couldn't help but notice the way the top part of her bathrobe had loosened, exposing her cleavage. It was clear to him that she wasn't wearing anything underneath, and his pulse quickened at the thought.

"I'm sorry I asked you to leave before. That was rude of me," she said.

This took Mark by surprise me. He had assumed he was at fault. He chose his words carefully and replied, "No, it was my fault. I overstepped."

"Not really. I was leading you on but I couldn't pull the trigger on it. I got nervous when things got serious." She continued. "You see, I haven't had time to relax in months. I broke up with my boyfriend not long ago and since then it's been non-stop filming movies and doing press junkets for months. It's too much Mark. I just need something to take the edge off. I just need some relief."

"Anything I can do to help?"

"Well, maybe there is. To be honest, I've been feeling rather under-fucked lately."

It took him several moments to process that statement. The meaning sounded clear, but the fact she said it, and said it so freely had him on edge.

"Um, sorry, can you repeat that?" he said, hoping he'd misheard.

Emma giggled, a light and airy sound that was like a balm to his ears. "I said, I've been feeling really under-fucked lately. Is that clear enough for you?"

"Does that mean the same thing in England as it does in here?" he joked.

She laughed quietly, not wanting to wake up anyone else in the hotel. It was an infectious sound and soon Mark joined her in her laughter.