Star Material (50s Actor AU)
Haven and Reina prepared themselves for the newest installment of their jovial comedy series starring two amateur detectives stumbling into the solutions. Known as the foolhardy Stan Reynolds and the neurotic Olivia Navarro, they would travel to exotic locales replicated with creative set designs, with their current one set in space.
"Oh, Stan!" Reina's character Olivia fretted as she was held at laser point by aliens with third eyes painted on their foreheads. "Please tell me you're close to solving the puzzle!"
"Don't worry," Haven's character smirked in front of a set of square buttons on a computer. "These guys haven't met anyone with my brains before!"
"I don't know if that's a boast or a medical diagnosis! But look for any patterns, hurry!"
Stan rubbed his hands in confidence and started examining the squares. He pressed on one expecting a clear ding. Instead he got silence. The prop was a dud.
"Cut!" the director yelled. "Get the crew on that, see what's the issue."
Reina complimented the 'captors' and moved to Haven as he rested his elbows on the computer, or rather the blocky prop that looked like one to the camera. She put an arm around his shoulder and chuckled.
"Haven, when you came to Hollywood, did you expect your career to be like this?"
He smiled and looked back at her with blue eyed warmth.
"Being frank? I imagined another western."
The two laughed and reminisced over their journeys to the world of movies. Reina wrapped her fingers around Haven's hair and leaned her face against him.
"I remember thinking how small my world was before the war," Haven said. "I don't like thinking about it, but all that travel... It made me want to see and do everything. Making the most of life, I suppose."
"Hmm. My life was similar. A young girl with dreams of leaving her miserable world for the silver screen. Lush music for glamorous women and swooped up by dashing heroes. But I knew deep down the public wouldn't see me as beautiful enough for those roles. It was either comedy or bit roles."
Haven turned and saw Reina downcast and he planted his face against her back and held her.
"Reina, dear, if you were a leading lady, the competition would be unemployed."
Reina smiled widely with bright red lipstick making her look radiant to Haven. Even in her plain clothes, he was smitten with her appearance, including her sleek black hair amidst the sea of bouffant blonds. She positioned herself to face Haven and held his chin as he held her waist.
"And you don't need a writer for that silver tongue."
"Perhaps," Haven lowered his voice and looked deeply at her. "But for this moment, I might need the leading lady to give me the cue."
She leaned her head down and grinned, "Action~"
The two shared a deep kiss away from distracted eyes, and it felt like they were in their own scene, two lovers who only needed a grand orchestra to add lush strings. They were in a daze of vulnerable emotions as reality came back into their senses.
Instead, the only sound was the director yelling for the cast. Haven wiped the lipstick marks from his face and Reina prepared her gawky walk for the role. Energized from the break and the kiss, they were more than ready to continue the cheesy but profit making movie.
