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Things Between Us | Cillian Murphy x OC

Chapter 13 : Mine Alone!

"Damn!" Sansa jolted awake in the bathtub.

“Oh my! How long did I accidentally fall asleep here?" she mumbled, disoriented.

Sansa felt exceptionally drained today. It had been several nights since she had a proper rest, primarily due to the exhibition stress. Coming back from the gallery today, she was so tired that she dozed off unintentionally. Now, stepping out of the bathroom, she went straight to her phone. The screen showed five missed calls and two texts.

"What are you doing? - Cillian"

"Can you please pick up? - Cillian"

Then, another message popped up, "I’m waiting outside your apartment - Cillian."

Sansa immediately called Cillian back, and indeed, he was waiting for her downstairs. "Damn it! I shouldn’t have fallen asleep," she scolded herself, feeling guilty for not answering his calls and making him wait. Quickly throwing on some clothes, she rushed down to meet him.

Descending to the lobby, she saw Cillian waiting for her already. He appeared significantly drunk, his face flushed, eyes half-closed, and the distinct smell of beer emanating from him. Cillian's expression was troubled, to say the least.

On the elevator ride up, he said nothing to her. Sansa noticed Cillian seemed unusually anxious, as if he was in a hurry to get to the apartment. Ding! The elevator doors opened, and Cillian rushed into her apartment, heading straight to check every nook and cranny—the bathroom, the dressing room, seeming to search for something or someone.

"What are you doing?" Sansa asked, puzzled and alarmed by his behavior.

"That bastard! Where is he? Where?" He shouted, anger in his voice.

Sansa was taken aback by his tone and demeanor, "What are you talking about? I don't understand," she furrowed her brows in confusion.

"Him! The French guy you met today. You were with him, weren't you? That's why you didn't answer my calls!" He ranted, walking around frantically as if he'd lost his senses. "Where is he? Where have you hidden him!" He repeated, approaching Sansa. He grabbed her arm, shaking her. Sansa was shocked by his actions and the force of his grip caused her pain.

“Cill, stop! You're hurting me!" Tears welled up in her eyes. In that moment, as if snapping back to reality, Cillian's expression softened, and he quickly released her arm.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," Cillian repeated, his voice quivering as if he were on the verge of tears. He embraced her, resting his face on her shoulder, deeply regretting his actions just moments before. Sansa was initially shocked by the turn of events and struggled to grasp what was happening. 'What's going on?' she wondered, feeling bewildered.

Once she collected herself, she guided Cillian to sit with her at the counter bar to talk.

"Calm down, Cill, you're drunk," she told him, gently touching his cheek to soothe him.

"I didn't answer your calls because I accidentally fell asleep in the bathtub. There's nothing to worry about. Why would you think I was with someone else?" Sansa explained the truth, hoping to calm him down.

"I'm sorry, are you hurt?" Cillian asked, taking her hand, carefully inspecting her arm for any harm his earlier actions might have caused.

"I thought...you were with someone else," Cillian admitted with a heavy heart. "They kept talking, and I got scared."

Sansa frowned, confused. "Who was talking?" She asked, trying to understand.

Cillian didn't respond to the question. He slid his arm around, pulling Sansa to sit down on the chair. Both of his hands touched Sansa's face gently. He used his fingertips to touch from the forehead, down to the eyebrows, passing the nose, and trailing down to her soft, delicate lips.

"This is mine," his husky voice spoke lowly, echoing into her ears seductively. Cillian leaned in to kiss the person in front of him. . Sansa thought this kiss wasn't like all the others before. It was filled with a strong pressing and sucking. It felt as though he was sucking as if afraid her lips would disappear somewhere. Cillian put his tongue in and out, swirling around her mouth. He licked down her neck, the man deeply inhales the scent of her neck to ease his longing. Cillian knelt down, his face between her chest curves. He began to touch and massage both of Sansa's breasts. He squeezed and fondled them with a horny face, his ocean blue eyes peering deeply into hers.

"This is mine," Cillian shifted his body, pressing his lips softly, tracing his tongue around Sansa's nipple like a toddler.

He was possessive of her! Damn it! Sansa gasped. She had completely forgotten all the unpleasant feelings she had experienced previously. They were now replaced by the overwhelming desire that Cillian instigated, as he licked two beads on her chest.

Cillian began to shift his tongue's movements from her chest down to her flat, smooth stomach. He licked around her waist before descending further down towards the softly rising mound. He separated and spread her trembling legs apart. Cillian lifted two fingers and offered them for Sansa to lick. She pressed his two fingers into her mouth eagerly and hungrily. She sucked, licked, and worshipped the two fingers passionately, immersing herself in the belief that it was his dick!

"Cill!" a loud moan come up as the wet fingers from her mouth were slid into her pussy. He began to move his two wet fingers, pressing into the soft, tiny hole. Slipping in and out until her juices nearly gushed out. It was so intense that her mind blanked out."

"This is mine, mine alone." He raised his head and said. Before flicking his tongue, and licking the drop of sweetness around her love hole. He sucked and fucked her hard with his fingers and tongue. She don't know why...the more Cillian became possessive of her, Sansa only felt more and more excited! Sansa now clearly understands what it feels like to have sex after a fight. It was a mix of hunger, yearning, and every forceful impact, filled with a desire to tear someone apart, not in pain but with hot passion and love. Cillian's intoxication escalated, and his sexual dominance grew fiercer. Sansa felt like he was arousing him the entire time he penetrated her.

Cillian gazed intently at the beautiful face before him. The woman lifted her face, her eyes meeting his. Her eyebrows arched slightly, puzzled by the intensity of his stare, unable to decipher his thoughts.

"You belong to me. You're my possession, and no one else can touch what's mine," he said as he putted his dick into her pussy. If it's during normal times Sansa probably doesn't like what Cillian treats like she's an object. But when he said it during sex like this, dammit! It was a whole other level. It's like she’s slipping into another dimension! Now her brain is racing far away while her pussy shakes wildly from within and the squeezing and twitching that make Cillian cum! Her pussy clenching Cillian dick so tight that he could feel his veins beating with his heart. Thump..thump.

“Fuck! I can't hold it anymore!”

After a moment of exhaustion, the two collapsed onto the bed, embracing tightly. Cillian caressed and stroked, his arms enveloping the person on his chest. He breathed in Sansa's scent, not wanting to let her even a centimeter away from him.

"This Sunday, you're coming to New York with me," Cillian whispered to Sansa while gently stroking her cheek. "Are you talking about this upcoming Sunday?" she asked.

"Yes, I have a movie promotion there. I miss you and don’t want to be apart from you... Please come with me, Sansa," Cillian said, gazing down at the woman nestling against him, wanting her to accompany him earnestly.

"Hmm!" Sansa took a moment to think... It was quite sudden for her. "I’d love to come with you, but I need to wrap up the exhibition. It’s the last day of my show," she said sadly.

"Let’s meet back here then. I’ll be with you for a long time," Sansa gently nudged his chin to console him.

"I’m afraid someone will steal you away from me!"

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Things Between Us | Cillian Murphy x OC

Chapter 12 : Envy's Inferno

A week later, on the New Ross film set,

Cillian was taking a break during the day, sitting down to review his script for the upcoming scenes. Suddenly, his ears perked up at the mention of Sansa's name in a conversation between Steve and Joe nearby. Without hesitation, Cillian joined in.

"Hey, what's up, Steve?" Cillian asked the director.

"Hey, Cill! Are you free this Friday? I was thinking of taking Joe and Finn to check out Sansa's art exhibition."

"Oh, is it this Friday already?" Cillian feigned surprise.

"You found her that gallery," Steve reminded him.

"Right, right. But how did you know about Sansa's exhibition happening this Friday? Did you run into her or something?" Cillian was genuinely curious about how Steve knew the date of Sansa's exhibition.

"I just happened to bump into Sansa at Mister Louis' the other day. She invited me to her opening, and asked me to bring you guys along too. See, I'm just following your advice, Cill, and it led me to Sansa again," Steve replied cheerfully.

"Okay, I'm in - No wonder my Friday evening suddenly cleared up. So that's why," Cillian teased Steve to keep things light-hearted.

"It's for Sansa, after all. I want to congratulate her."

"Me too," Cillian responded, before they went their separate ways to continue their day. After the conversation, Cillian felt a twinge of jealousy. He had spoken to Sansa just the other day, and she hadn't mentioned running into Steve -- Cillian didn't quite like how close Steve seemed to be with Sansa. He couldn't shake off a feeling of possessiveness over her!

Friday, at the London Gallery,

Sansa was in the midst of chaos, her head spinning from the hustle and bustle. She was almost late in getting her various art pieces to the gallery, dealing with transportation issues and her sculptures not being dry enough for transport from the main studio to the gallery. Thankfully, her dear friend Gigi stepped in to help with the preparations. Sansa thought if it weren't for Gigi, the exhibition might have been doomed from day one!

By 5 PM, the gallery was swarming with visitors eager to see Sansa's Master's degree final art exhibition. Classmates, professors, and the general public filled the space, bringing joy to Sansa's heart. Art was a significant part of her life, and finally, she was celebrating her graduation in style.

"Hey, Sansa," someone called out from behind her.

"Oh, Steven, it's you," she turned and greeted Steven, along with Joe, Finn, and Cillian!

"Wow, you look beautiful today. Not that you don’t always look beautiful, but today there’s something special -- Here! Congratulations on your exhibition," he said, offering her a bouquet of flowers.

"Thank you so much. I'm just happy you all could make it -- Have you had a chance to look around yet?" Sansa asked, gratefully accepting the flowers.

"We've just arrived. It’s really crowded. People must really appreciate your work," Finn added.

"Yes, I'm just as surprised to see so many people here. I have no idea where they all came from," Sansa replied, clearly overwhelmed. She hadn't expected such a large turnout, especially since she had hardly told anyone. She figured it must have been word of mouth from her fellow students that filled her gallery with so many visitors. As they were chatting, Sansa began to notice people within the event starting to pay attention to their group, likely because the three actors and a scriptwriter among them were quite famous in England, particularly Cillian! People were especially interested in him.

Just then, Gigi approached Sansa from behind.

"Hey, Sansa, I've got someone I'd like you to meet," her best friend said, oblivious to who Sansa was currently talking to.

"Cillian!!! You!!!" Gigi's words stumbled out in surprise when she saw all the actors.

"Hello, I'm Cillian. Good to see you again," he greeted Gigi, extending his hand, as well as Steven, Joe, and Finn.

"How did you all end up here? -- I had no idea I'd bump into you today," Gigi asked, confused. She had encountered Cillian by chance at Mr. Louis's, but now here he was at Sansa's exhibition!

"I'll explain in a sec, but... do you need something?" Sansa quickly asked her friend, hoping to steer the conversation away from any further questioning.

"Do you remember my friend Francois from France? I invited him to the exhibition today. Here he is! I thought you should meet him," Gigi introduced her male friend from France while Sansa gave him a quick look. Francois was tall, well-built, and strikingly handsome in a distinctly French way. Sansa felt confused. Why was Gigi introducing her to a man?

'Is she trying to set me up again? That mischievous friend of mine!!!' Sansa inwardly grumbled, aware of the setup.

She turned to introduce herself politely to Francois, "Oh, hello, I'm Sansa."

"I'm Francois," he responded, seeming about to say more, but Sansa quickly turned her attention back to Gigi, avoiding further conversation.

"What are you up to, Gigi? I really don't want to meet any guys or anyone else right now!" Sansa murmured, visibly annoyed.

"You need to meet someone today. You never do it on your own. So, here! I found someone for you," Gigi replied nonchalantly.

"Seriously! You're driving me crazy!" Sansa muttered in frustration at her friend's habit of making decisions without consulting her first.

"Like it or not, you're going to suck your first dick tonight. Consider it a graduation gift from me," Gigi revealed her intentions.

Sansa felt like she was on the verge of madness! She hadn't yet told her best friend about Cillian or about their intimate moment together. Who would just blurt out, "Hey, buddy, I had sex my first time with a famous actor"? It would be a massive story. So, Sansa decided it was best to keep her and Cillian affair a secret – letting Gigi believe she was still uninterested in anyone, wanting to keep her relationship with Cillian private.

As the crowd's attention began to focus more on Cillian and his group, making them uncomfortable because they were still standing by while Sansa and Gigi chatted.

"Maybe you guys should check out the artwork first, I'll catch up in a bit," Sansa suggested to Steven.

"Sure, we'd love to admire your work. It looks beautiful and diverse," he replied, before the whole group dispersed to explore the various pieces. Sansa stole a quick glance at Cillian, the two hadn't had a chance for a private conversation due to the bustling crowd, and she didn't want to arouse suspicion. As Cillian‘s group moved away, Sansa turned back to meet Francois, complying with Gigi's forceful introduction. They engaged in small talk, but Sansa soon excused herself, feeling too overwhelmed to continue the conversation.

Sansa excused herself to find some peace away from the lively atmosphere. Along the way, several people stopped her to chat and compliment her work. She responded briefly but kept moving, feeling overwhelmed by the crowd. Finding herself struggling to breathe, a sign of the panic she often felt in crowded spaces, she sought refuge in a secluded corner of the gallery. It was a quiet spot, rarely crossed by others, where one of her most beloved paintings hung. She spent a long time there, quietly admiring the artwork that meant so much to her.

"It's really beautiful," a deep voice sounded from behind her. Sansa turned around, locking eyes with those deep sea blue eyes.

"I painted it while thinking of you," she replied to him. It was a painting of a couple making love, with the man’s back to the viewer and the woman straddling him, looking out towards the observer. To an outsider, it might seem like a typical lovers' portrait, but only Sansa and Cillian knew it depicted them.

"I've missed you," he murmured.

"Me too."

"It's really crowded here. If it weren’t for all these people, I'd kiss you to congratulate you."

"Just having you here makes me happy."

"Who was that guy?"

"Do you mean Francois? He's a friend of Gigi”

"Hm! He seems handsome."

Sansa raised an eyebrow, "Jealous?"

"Yes!... I don’t like it when you talk to other men."

She looked directly into his eyes, "Don’t be jealous, I wasn’t thinking anything of it," Sansa said in a cooing voice, smiling at him. She teased him further, "You're cute when you're jealous," as she playfully bumped his shoulder with hers.

"If we were alone, I’d have you for that. So cheeky, such a naughty girl!" he growled back playfully, giving her a mock stern look. But their moment was brief, as they had to quickly separate when Steven, Joe, and Finn approached. The two discreetly moved apart, understanding the need to maintain a semblance of distance in the presence of others.

"Sansa, your work is so multifaceted. You're really talented," Steven complimented.

"Yes, I agree. I particularly love your sculptures," Finn added.

"Thank you so much for appreciating them. Is there any piece you're interested in? Once the exhibition is over, if you'd like any, I could send it to you," Sansa offered generously. Joe, meanwhile, was captivated by the painting of the couple making love that he was currently looking at.

"Could I have this one? I really like it," he pointed to the couple's painting.

"I'd prefer if you chose another piece. I'd like to keep that one for myself," Sansa immediately responded. Cillian felt a wave of relief that Sansa declined Joe's request for that particular painting, as he would've fought his fellow actor to keep it for himself if necessary!

The group chatted a bit more before Steven spoke up.

"Sansa, we should probably get going. It seems like we're starting to draw more attention. We'd better leave now so as not to disturb you further," he said as a farewell.

"Thank you all so much for coming to my exhibition today. If there's a chance, I'd love to treat you to dinner as a thank you," the young woman told her four male friends before turning to thank Cillian specifically for the gallery.

"Thanks again for the gallery," she said.

"You're welcome," Cillian nodded in response.

"Goodbye, Sansa," they all said their farewells and then left the event.

After parting ways from Sansa's art exhibition, the four actors strolled down the streets towards a bar, eager to continue their evening with some drinks.

"Wow...it was incredible. Sansa's work is beautiful. She truly has the soul of an artist," Steve remarked.

"She's really talented in these matters," Joe added.

"Did you see that painting of the man and woman?" Finn leaned in, asking everyone.

He continued, puzzled, "Damn! Was that woman supposed to be her? – And the man in the painting too. He's one lucky guy. Or could it be that French dude!" someone in the group murmured under their breath.

Cillian walked quietly, listening to the conversation without comment. He didn't particularly enjoy his fellow actors discussing Sansa in such contexts, it made him uncomfortably protective.

"Let's not talk about Sansa like that. She's been really nice to us. Man up, Finn. It's her private matter!" He cautioned his colleagues before they all arrived at a Soho bar. The four ordered beers and chatted about work.

"You're flying to New York this Sunday, right, Cill?" the scriptwriter among them inquired.

"Yes, I've got a movie promotion there."

"Your schedule is really packed, isn't it?" Steve teased.

The four guys were chatting about life, man-to-man, as one bottle turned into two, then three, four, five, and six. They were drinking heavily, fitting for a Friday night before a weekend break. By nearly eleven, it was clear Finn was significantly intoxicated. He turned to talk to Joe, and amidst their conversation, bursts of laughter escaped them, catching Cillian's attention just as Finn mentioned someone's name.

"He must be fucking her right now, having the time of his life. I wonder what positions he's putting her in," he muttered lustfully.

"I'm so jealous. Just think, Joe, spending the whole night like him. What would you do? It's mind-blowing to even consider," Finn said, clearly drunk, his question directed at Joe, asking Joe who was in a similarly bad state.

"Do as you desire, hmmmm," the two of them laughed at their own ludicrous fantasies.

"Who are you guys talking about?" Cillian asked them curiously.

"Sansa and that French guy we met at the event, that's who, Cillian -- damn, it's enviable," Finn replied.

"What exactly are you implying?" Cillian furrowed his brows, pressing for clarity on the subject of their conversation.

"That French guy must be Fucking Sansa right about now. They're probably having a good time," Finn replied, clearly intoxicated.

Cillian was instantly taken aback by those words, his drunken haze abruptly cleared as his eyes flashed brightly, a chill running down his spine. He felt a surge of anger towards Finn for speaking about Sansa in such a disrespectful manner again.

"What are you babbling about from your own delusions? She's our friend, Finn. Show some respect for her, or I swear I'll punch you if you don't shut up!" Cillian cursed furiously.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't make it up. She really is with that guy," Finn continued. "When Sansa was talking to her friend, I was nearby. I heard her friend say that tonight Sansa had to finally get with that French guy -- ask Joe, he heard it too," Finn pointed towards another friend to corroborate his story.

"Nonsense!" Cillian barked, turning to glare at Joe with anger, yet seeking confirmation whether what Finn had just said was true.

"It's true, Cill! I heard it too. Her friend even said that Sansa had to finally have sex for the first time," Joe confirmed what he had heard.

"Imagine that, isn't it enviable? By now, they must be having a great time," Finn continued to mutter.

"It might well be true. I saw her talking to that guy, they seemed very close indeed," Steve chimed in, reinforcing another point.

At this point, Cillian was filled with rage, wanting to punch the smirks off their faces. He was extremely frustrated by what he had heard, as he had been mingling with guests at the event and hadn't caught the conversation or seen what his despicable friends were discussing. He had only seen the moment when Gigi introduced the French guy to Sansa at the beginning of the event.

"Shut the fuck up, all of you! She's not like that. Stop talking about her, damn it! You guys are fucking disgusting!" Cillian yelled out loud, overwhelmed with anger and annoyance.

"I'm sorry, I'm drunk!" They apologized again and shifted the conversation to other topics. Yet, Cillian's mind was far from at ease. He couldn't understand why he was dwelling on those thoughts, which kept swirling in his head. Since leaving the exhibition event and as the clock neared midnight, Cillian hadn't yet called Sansa. He thought by now she must have returned to her apartment. 'Could Sansa really be with that bastard?' His mind began to imagine all sorts of scenarios.

"Damn it! Bloody hell!" Cillian cursed loudly in front of everyone at the table, leaving his friends puzzled about what was wrong with him.

"I'll be right back, need to use the restroom," said the agitated young actor, his mind in turmoil. He had to call Sansa. He needed to know what she was doing! Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to do anything else for the rest of the night.

Cillian hurriedly grabbed his phone and dialed her number. Beep... beep... beep... Only the dial tone, but no answer. He pressed the call button again, second, third, fourth time, cursing under his breath. Sansa wasn't picking up the phone at all. He was frustrated, angry, and completely restless.

"Damn it, that scoundrel!" Cillian's mind raced with wild imaginations at this point.

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Things Between Us | Cillian Murphy x OC

Chapter 11 : Clear the air

Talk: Sorry for the delay in updating I've been swamped with adventures at Hogwarts. Note: This chapter might be a bit shorter, forgive my brevity. I promise to bring you more of our journey without delay.

Sansa had been busy exploring the gallery for her much-anticipated final art exhibition happening next week. After wrapping up her quick chat with the gallery representative, she made her way back to the apartment.

The elevator dinged open, and she stepped into the apartment space.

"I'm back," she called out to him. She spotted Cillian lounging by the sofa, absorbed in something on the screen.

"What's up?" she queried.

He swiveled towards her, his face breaking into a warm smile. "How'd it go? Do you like the gallery?"

"It was amazing. Roomy, can fit a crowd, super reachable. Thanks a ton. But what are you getting into?" she asked, driven by curiosity. Instead of replying, Cillian walked up, scooped her up, and sat her on the bar.

"What's the plan here?" Sansa chuckled, thrown off yet amused by his antics. Cillian responded with a playful tap on her nose, making her laugh at his teasing.

"Two weeks ago, I met a woman. She walked into a restaurant in total disarray, laden with things, looking utterly chaotic. And she just sat down next to my table," he reminisced, hands gently framing her face.

"I think she was pretty cute until some dude tried his luck. She wasn’t having any of it."

"Wow! She sounds interesting! I think she's pretty unique for being able to sleep in the middle of a restaurant without caring about who's watching. And I felt absolutely great when she stopped her friend from taking pictures of me, saying it was too intrusive. She's so adorable for that. It's something most people often forget - respecting others' privacy."

"I love when her started making that little kitten sound, begging her friend in the middle of the restaurant. It was so cute, I couldn’t take my eyes off her -- her friend was right when she said others should see how adorable she is. Especially when she was talking to the cheeseburger, she looked so cute and quirky."

Sansa burst into laughter, "I must have seemed so crazy then."

Cillian laughed, "Seriously! When she started singing, her voice enchanted everything around, making it impossible for me to stop thinking about her. I wanted to know who she was, what she did, where she lived -- and just like that, luck was on my side when you needed someone to give feedback on your art. It let me dive deeper into knowing her - she's really one of a kind, he paused, playfully pinching Sansa's cheek.

"All my buddies were dying for her contact info, but no way. I wanted it all to myself. Yeah, I'm kinda greedy like that!"

She laughed at his boldness.

"When she was like, 'How about we meet at her apartment?' I literally yelled out loud in the coffee shop. It was my ticket to getting to know her even better. The more we chatted and got to know each other, the more I just wanted to hang out with her!"

"That kiss? Totally not an accident. I meant to do it," he said, raising an eyebrow with a cheeky grin.

Sansa's eyes widened in surprise... "You're nuts! I was freaking out, worried you'd think I was flirting too hard," she said, playfully smacking his shoulder.

"Who could resist? You're drop-dead gorgeous," he replied, cool as a cucumber.

Before Cillian continued, pouring his heart out, "I really liked that kiss of her, awkward as it might have seemed, like she was about to choke at any moment." She doubled over laughing at his description because it sounded like the worst kiss ever.

"To be honest, I swore under my breath countless times whenever I saw her. Seriously, she's just stunning, perfect in every way."

"When she told me she never had sex before, it drove me wild. I had to remind myself to stop right there because she was too innocent for me. But when she looked at me with those eyes and asked if I could teach her, I lost all control. I just couldn't resist anymore," he explained, softly touching her face. "That turned out to be the best sex I've had in ten years. I'm crazy about her and feel so lucky to have found her and to be with her right now."

"Sansa! Meeting you at that restaurant might have been coincidence, but falling in love with you was completely intentional."

"I'm sorry for the last few days, for upsetting you. I've realized I really don't want to lose you. Please forgive me, Sansa," he said, feeling guilty, while lovingly holding her hand against his cheek.

"I promise, I won't make you sad, and this isn't just about having sex for a while. I want to be in a relationship with you. Let's be together, okay?"

In that moment, Sansa felt overflowing. She looked into the eyes of the man in front of her, Cillian! His words felt like magic, making her believe everything he said. She had forgotten all the sadness from the past few days, even forgetting that he was married!

"I stopped being mad at you since I saw your face last night," she replied before pulling him in for a kiss.

'I'm hopelessly falling in love with him!' Sansa thought to herself.

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Chapter 10 : The Return

Ring..Ring!.. half-asleep on her bed, fumbled for her phone on the nightstand, Sansa eyes squinting, not even glancing at who's calling.

She hit the answer button, desperate to stop the ringing.

"Yeah?" she blurted out, clearly annoyed.

"Hey, could you come down and let me in? I'm right outside your apartment" came the voice from the other end.

“..” Silence.

"Please, Sansa" he implored, his voice laced with a beg. Checking the time, she saw it was way past 1 AM, with the rain pelting against the window.

"Alright, hold on" she replied before hanging up. Sansa sat up, rubbing her eyes, debating. ‘Should I really go down?’ After a moment's thought, Sansa decided to go. It was late, and with the rain coming down hard outside, Cillian probably had no place to go. She slipped on a coat over her black lace nightie and headed down to pick up Cillian, who was waiting in the lobby.

'Jeez!' Cillian looked like a total wreck. You could tell he was exhausted just by looking at him, all soaked through and way more worn-out than when they last saw each other.

"Come on in" she offered, reaching out to help him with his soaked bag. The two entered the elevator in silence, with Cillian leaning his head against Sansa's shoulder, looking completely worn out. She could feel his wet hair against her shoulder, wondering, 'Does he look tired or sick?' She glanced over at him, trying to gauge how he was feeling.

Ding! The elevator doors opened, and as she went to store his bag, she felt his arms wrap around her from behind, a chill and a shiver running through his embrace. Cillian stood there, hugging her by the elevator, soaked to the bone. Sansa was frozen, not knowing how to react in that moment. She couldn’t even move because Cillian held her tight, it was so tight like their bodies melding together. They stayed locked in embrace for what seemed an eternity before he finally let go.. Sansa lifted her face to look into his weary blue eyes.

"You might wanna take that coat off first" she suggested, helping him off with his coat and hanging it up.

"Go chill on the couch for a sec - you're freezing. I'll get you some warm water," she directed him towards the living area.

Cillian listened and slumped onto the sofa, clearly exhausted. Sansa fetched a towel, dipped it in hot water, and wrung it slightly before gently dabbing his face and body, trying to warm him up. She then prepared a small basin of warm water for his feet, hoping to increase his body warmth. Sansa wasn't sure why she was doing all this for him, but seeing Cillian in such a condition, she couldn't help but feel sympathetic.

Meanwhile, Cillian watched her genteelly care for him. This only deepened his sense of guilt for having neglected her over the past week.

"You need to take some medicine - you might get sick after tonight" she told him. Cillian reached out, pulling at her wrist to have her sit beside him.

"Thank you... Can I hug you again?" he asked softly. Sansa nodded in response, and Cillian moved in to embrace her immediately, as if seeking to share her warmth. They hugged each other for a long time, until Sansa could feel Cillian's body beginning to warm up, and his broad chest slowly loosened the embrace..

"I'm really sorry, Sansa," Cillian said, looking really sad. Sansa felt like she knew what he was about to say.

"I think we should talk about this tomorrow, it's really late now - you should rest," she interjected, cutting off the conversation and standing up to put away the towel and basin. But before she could walk away, Cillian caught her by the waist, pulling her down to sit on his lap. Sansa looked into Cillian's face, searching for an explanation for his actions.

Their eyes locked, as if trying to read each other's minds. 'Damn it! Those eyes,' Sansa thought. In the end, she surrendered to her heart and desires, leaning in to kiss him first. 'Can't resist,' her mind admitted, as her lips softly pressed against his. Cillian kissed her back gently, his hands caressing her body with utmost tenderness, before Sansa easily lay down on the sofa, as if she had forgotten that 'she didn't want to see him again.'

Cillian gently pressed his lips together, softly touching her face. His breath lightly brushed against her neck, moving down over her chest and stomach, finally pausing before at the triangular bulge in the middle of her waist.

Her, he used his fingers to touch the G-Spot gently. Before inserting a thick finger in and out slowly to arouse her. He felt the wetness begin to increase more and more until the canal of love was filled with her love juice. He had never tasted Sansa's juice before. ‘She was incredibly enticing, tempting him to taste!’ Cillian flicked his tongue and licked up the juices. Her taste is sweet and tender. like a ripe pear. He wanted to taste her again and again. A soft tongue licked along with fingers moving in and out of her love slit. The tighter the flesh squeeze his fingers, The more he flicked his tongue, licked and sucked, arousing her.

"Ah!" Sansa cried out with each thrust. As he flicked his tongue, drawing it in and out over her sensitive spot, she experienced a new kind of thrill she had never felt before. It sent her spiraling into a sensation of drifting far, far away. Sansa's body responded, her muscles twitching and clenching tightly around his fingers a few times. Then, she expressed a desire to experiment and explore this new sensation with him in turn.

“May I taste you?” she said in a trembling voice. As his fingers continued their intimate dance -- instead of answering, Cillian plopped down on the couch, grabbing Sansa waist and made her sit on top of him.

"You come on top of me," he instructed, gently maneuvering her so that she was face to face with his hard veiny dick. Cillian lifting her hips to bring her private part closer to his face. Sansa began to explore with her tongue, starting from the top, then circling around as if she were licking a popsicle! It's so strange. No matter how much she licks this popsicle, It never completely melts. Soon, Sansa starts to take this popsicle into her mouth and suck on it.

"Slurp!" It filled her mouth so completely that she couldn't even move her tongue to lick. She tried moving her head, sucking and taking it in and out, which allowed her tongue some space to move. She then used her tongue in an 'S' pattern, swirling it up and down.

"Ah," his moan sounded, suggesting that this sucking technique was working. It was Sansa's first time trying oral sex, and his moans helped her guess she was probably doing okay. Yet, she knew she needed a lot more practice, especially since there were times she felt like she was struggling. It might seem funny, but she thought oral sex was interesting to try, and surprisingly, she liked it!

"Please fuck me," the girl choked..screamed to him. This was because Cillian was pleasuring her intensely with his tongue, employing both licking and fingering simultaneously as a token of gratitude for the oral pleasure she had bestowed upon him just moments ago. An older male actor carefully supported the young woman's body as they lay down together. He gently began to guide his hardened shaft into her, initiating a slow rhythm with his hips. Their embraces and kisses were filled with tenderness, enhancing the intimacy of their connection. Cillian endeavored to prolong the moment inside Sansa, striving to remain within her enveloping warmth. Despite her tight embrace around him, a constant, sticky sensation, he aimed not to conclude their union too hastily. However, eventually, he was overwhelmed by the intensity of Sansa's reactions and the unceasing moans escaping her, leading to an uncontrollable climax.

"Ahhh...you're so warm, Sansa," he sighed, collapsing onto her chest, exhausted. The two lay cuddling and moving gently together.

"Have you eaten anything yet?" Sansa asked Cillian as she started to get up, pulling him to sit up as well.

"Go take a shower first. I'll make some soup for you," she told him. Cillian nodded in agreement and headed off.

Sansa went to the kitchen to prepare a simple mushroom soup for Cillian to have before taking his medicine.

"Thank you," he said, accepting the bowl of soup from her.

She handed him his medication, "After you're done, take these too, just to be safe."

"Okay," he smiled in response.

Hrrr!, Cillian jolted awake! His blue eyes gleaming as they met the sunlight streaming across his face. Squinting, he reached for his phone to check the time. It was eleven o'clock. He had slept like the dead! It was the most restful sleep he had felt in ages, unsure if it was the medicine or the company that made it so. Cillian looked around, Sansa was nowhere to be seen, just him alone in the bed. He figured she might be downstairs.

"Knock," lazily stretching, Cillian got up and wandered down to the lower floor of the apartment. There, he spotted Sansa perched on a ladder against the bookshelf, painting something on the empty wall spaces of the shelves. He approached her to see what she was up to.

"Awake already?" Sansa asked him with a clear voice as she turned around. Cillian looked up at her; she was wearing a long white knit sweater that reached her knees, her hair casually tied up with a few strands falling across her beautiful face. A smudge of paint on her left cheek only added to her charm, making her resemble a piece of exquisite artwork. Cillian climbed the ladder towards her, pressing a kiss on her soft thigh, showing affection with gentle nibbles.

"We'll both end up falling off this ladder." she laughed.

"I've prepared breakfast for you. You can eat now." she told him.

"Have you been up long? You should have woken me up." he inquired.

"I wanted you to get a good rest. Look how bright and fresh you are today." Sansa replied, playfully tousling his hair, while Cillian continued to affectionately caress her thigh.

"I'll be down in a bit. Go ahead and start breakfast," he kissed her goodbye and obediently followed her suggestion, making his way down to the kitchen to enjoy the breakfast she had prepared for him. Being with Sansa made Cillian feel relaxed and more like himself, as comfortable as if he were at home. Yet, this feeling also stirred a sense of guilt within him.

"Would you like some coffee?" Sansa asked, noticing his distant look. Cillian snapped back to the moment, as she approached with a cup of coffee for him. She noticed his thoughtful expression.

"What's on your mind?" she inquired with a hint of concern.

"Nothing really - but what are your plans for today?" Cillian swiftly changed the topic.

"In a bit, I need to check out the gallery you found for me," she told him. Although Sansa was still curious about his earlier demeanor, she didn't want to pry too much.

"Can I come with you?"

She smiled, "Wait for me, okay? I'll be back soon," Sansa said and gave him a reassuring kiss. After breakfast, Cillian lounged in the living area, looking for something to read. He discovered a journal on the coffee table in front of the sofa he was sitting on. Just as he was about to leaf through it, snap! Sansa snatched the diary from his hands.

"It's nothing important. Find something else to read," she suggested, pointing him towards the bookshelf, sparking Cillian's curiosity about her sudden action. He noticed Sansa placing the diary behind the piano before coming back to him.

"I won't be long -- find something to do while you wait for me, okay? If you're hungry, there's salad and bread in the fridge," she continued. Cillian nodded and walked her to the elevator, sharing a goodbye kiss. Cillian returning to the living room, he pondered whether he should sneak a peek at the diary, considering it her personal matter. Yet, his curiosity got the better of him, leading him to grab and open it. The first page was blank, and as he turned the page, he encountered those handwritten notes!

November 12, 2022, Sansa's Diary: Oh my! Today he came back to see me. He kept saying how much he missed me, wanted to be with me, and enjoyed touching me. I wanted to tell him the same, that I enjoy his touch as well. I'll never forget the feeling when he first kissed me the other day. It was my very first kiss, and I hadn't anticipated that things between us would end up this way. When I met him at the apartment, I thought of him no more than a friend who was there to help. And I quite liked his attitude as we talked and exchanged ideas. I remember staring into his eyes; they were so beautiful. Especially since he is Dr. Crane! That amazed me even more! I love that villain. I was quite nervous sitting close to him, but that didn't make me feel anything special until we accidentally kissed goodbye. My heart dropped to the floor! I was afraid he would think I was flirting with him, but it was genuinely an accident, which made me too embarrassed to even look at him. But that kiss made me feel something! I was surprised to see him still standing in front of the elevator, which proved my guess right - he had forgotten something. And because of that, we ended up kissing again. Oh my! I had never kissed anyone in my life before and had no idea how to do it properly. "Oh God," I cursed under my breath several times because he was such a good kisser. It felt like he was guiding me. Especially when he touched my breast, it startled me quite a bit. I was thrilled when he said, "You're just like I imagined." It made me really want to hug him tight. And I began to worry when he asked how long it had been since I last had sex because I had never had it before! I didn't know if telling him the truth would make him want to have sex with me or possibly not want to at all. And it was true! He pulled away immediately after finding out I had never had sex before. I had to plead with him, I think I looked pitiful, but eventually, he agreed. I remember the feeling when I saw his cock. Damn! I had never seen the real thing before and did not expect it to be that big. I was so scared that I nearly gave up! But my emotions led more than my brain did. I'll never forget the first feeling of losing my virginity, it hurt so much, I thought I was going to die. I had never been injured before in my life, except for a small cut on my finger from a cutter while cutting a model for the professor. But damn, this was a thousand times worse. It hurt so much that I cried. However, I didn't want to make him feel bad by asking him to stop. That would have been the best decision I could have made because after the pain, it was incredible. Gigi was right; sex truly sent me to heaven. Just writing about him now makes me shiver all over. I really miss his warm hands. Before he left today, he said he would call me back. I hope he keeps his word.

November 13, 2022, The first day after he left, I waited for his call all day, but he didn't call. I figured he must be really busy.

November 14, 2022, He still hasn't called me today, making me feel distracted. I know I shouldn't be like this, but I can't help wanting to know. I started looking up his name on Wikipedia, and it made me realize how different we are. He's a famous actor, no wonder he hasn't contacted me back. And another reason, he's married. Deep down, I guess I knew, but I never asked him directly, and he never wore a ring or mentioned anything. He has a lovely wife and two teenage sons. That's reason enough for him to forget about me. I'm too inexperienced for this. I feel guilty, but deep inside, I can't stop thinking about him, even though I know he has a family. I miss his kisses, his warm hands, and the sexual experience that I can't forget. Today, I missed him so much that I almost masterbate but I had to stop because I want him to be the one.

November 15, 2022, Three days have passed, and he still hasn't called. I don't like being this way. For the past three days, I've just been lying around waiting for his call, without the motivation to do anything. I forgot about the books I used to read, the music I listened to, the activities I enjoyed. I just keep thinking about him, every moment we shared together in this room. I'm not myself at all! I decided to go to the park to escape these terrible feelings. Sitting in St. James's Park drawing allowed me to meet a man. He was very handsome, resembling an actor from "Call Me by Your Name" with curly hair, thick eyebrows, and big round eyes. I think he might be around my age. But then I thought of him—Cillian. For some reason, I felt guilty admiring another man, as if I were betraying him. That's why I declined to continue talking with the man. Even though Cillian and I only had a physical relationship, talking to another man made me feel guilty towards him. My feelings right now are terrible. The more I write about him, the more it hurts. I don't know why, maybe I'm just lovesick. I've decided now, I won't wait for him anymore.

November 16, 2022, 19:00 - Damn! Today he called me. What kind of timing is this? I debated for a long time whether to answer his call or not. In the end, I decided not to, because I really didn't know what I would say to him. Even though deep down, I was secretly happy that he hadn't forgotten about me. After I didn't answer his call, I received an email from him instead saying, "I miss you a lot." I read those words over and over, nearly giving in and calling him back. But then I remembered how terrible I felt these past four days and how I was losing myself. I realized that no matter what, he and I could never be anything more than what we were. He has a family, and if anyone were to find out about us, it would definitely cause trouble for him. I think it's time to let him go. Do I love him? I've never really known what it's like to love someone. But letting someone go must be something special, right? Because if I were selfish enough, I wouldn't let him go. So, I decided to reply to his email, suggesting we shouldn't see each other anymore. “This! Might be the last entry I'll write about him. Goodbye, Cillian. I'm glad we sat next to each other.”

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Chapter 9 : After Goodbye

New Ross Hotel, Ireland

Cillian traveled from London to a hotel in New Ross. that the team had prepared for him to rest for filming the movie over the next two months. He lay on the bed, exhausted and weak, his eyes staring at the ceiling and thinking about various stories. Happening today and the night before! Damn it! He swears. Cillian couldn't help but feel happy. ' I'm starting to miss you again! ' He muttered to himself.

When thinking about the past He was crazy about Sansa. Even though he had just recently gotten to know and have a deep relationship with her, he felt like this girl from the first time he saw him. The more he became Her first man! That made him fall in love with her to the point that he couldn't withdraw now.

Sigh!!! He sighed, stopping to think about her for a moment.

Cillian began to return to serious mode. Prepare for work tomorrow He picked up the script and reviewed it. To understand the role he was given in a movie in which he acted about. He plays the role of Bill Furlong, a coal merchant exposes the bad things of that church. He had to read and prepare for the character he was given and had to start filming tomorrow morning. Because of this, he had to concentrate on his work very much. Because he is a professional actor

His first day on the job was rough. They continued filming until 2:00 a.m. Return to the hotel and go to bed to rest. Then wake up early and go straight to filming the next day. He works repeatedly. Like this every day! Until the fourth day of filming had passed. It is now six o'clock. Cillian didn't have a scene until 7 p.m. giving him time to rest and making him think of that girl Sansa!

"Crazy!" He cursed angrily. Cillian had completely forgotten her. He didn't call her at all. From the day he and she said goodbye to each other That day he told Sansa before leaving that I'll call you! But he hasn't called or contacted her at all. He felt guilty! Cillian immediately picked up his cell phone and called her.

The first call went through…………. Sansa didn't answer.

The second and third calls ........... She still didn't answer.

The young actor quickly dug through her business card in her bag to see her email address.

To. Sansa Arthur " Hello, Sansa. I'm Cillian. How are you? I miss you so much. If you received this email Please call me back. "

He immediately sent an email.

"Cillian, it's time for your scene." The staff walked in and called out to the older male actor. This caused him to put his cell phone away and return to the scene.

Cillian spent over three hours filming the scene at the bar. The time now is 10 p.m. He returned to the cast room to see if Sansa had called him back. There are no incoming calls. There was only one email showing on his phone screen. He picked it up and read it expectantly.

To. Cillian Murphy " Hello Cillian. I'm fine. I just wanted to let you know. I have decided not to contact you any further. I'm here to review the past. Makes me think How inappropriate are we for each other? You are a very famous person. If someone finds out about us It must be very bad for you, so I think the following: We'd better not meet again. Goodbye, Cillian. I'm glad I sat next to you that day. in that restaurant! "

Cillian read the email twice. With a heart that falls to the ground, He felt confused. and it was like being punched in the tip of the chin. Before he could think of anything else, he was called to the set again! He couldn't concentrate at all. ' Dammit! ' Cillian said the wrong lines several times. Until he loudly cursed in anger at himself!

“Fuck!!” He was irritated and tired.

Until Steve had to come over to talk.

" Hey! What's wrong with you ?! You don't seem distracted. Would you like to take a break first?"

"I feel a little sick, Steve." He responded to a screenwriter friend.

Steve looked down at the clock.

"oh! It's already midnight. We had been filming for twelve hours. It's better to end the group today so you can rest." he told his fellow actors, patting his shoulder.

"Thank you very much. I need a break." Cillian walked out of the scene. Ready to pack up and return to the accommodation immediately.

Cillian lay down. Still wearing the character's outfit like that. ' Let's not meet again!! ' He reviewed the letters.

He sat and decided for a long time what to do next. Should he call her or email her back? But then he thought about it.

'this! What's wrong with him?' Cillian questioned himself. He had never shot a filming set before. Because it doesn't look professional. This is the first time! That he's like this And that made him very upset. The young actor decided to Get up and pick up the script to read and understand it again.

He practiced his lines like that for most of the night. ' He must be a professional.' Cillian thought and fell asleep.

The next day

Today he is ready to continue filming as usual. Cillian concentrated returned to focus and did his best throughout the day. Because it was the last day of filming of the week before he had a break this coming weekend, he was going to have a break...!

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Chapter 8 : The First Night

After soaking in the water Sansa searches for pajamas that Cillian can wear. Her apartment had no men's clothes. So the outfit she found for him was just a t-shirt that her probably had in her closet. And it's one that he can wear. She handed him a soft white T-shirt to try on.

"You should probably be able to wear them….but I'm not sure about the pants. - Is there one you can wear?” She searched for the biggest, lightest, and most comfortable pair of pants for him. It's a slippery pair of pajama pants. Of course!… It's a feminine style, light pink.

Sansa handed it to him. Cillian took the pants and tried them on without saying anything. But his face and eyes showed a slight amused smile. young actor Walked out wearing light pink pants and a white t-shirt. That made him seem like the sweetest, sweetest man Sansa had ever met.

She laughed at his expression. "How do I look ?" Cillian said. He spun around like a child to show her.

"Very cute." They both laughed at each other.

The two walked, hugging their waists. They teased each other as they walked in and sat down on the sofa in the living area. “ You sit down here. I'll dry your hair for you."

She led him to sit down on the floor in front of her. He sat down and easily inserted himself between her legs. Sansa manages to use a hair dryer for him. When she blow-dries his hair until it's dry The two switched roles. Cillian proceeded to rub and dry Sansa's hair.

Tonight, the two men and women did a lot together. Whether it's lying down watching your favorite movie, playing music, making dinner together, or just rolling around and playing with each other. This is the first time! that Sansa felt the presence of someone beside her in her safe space He made her warm and comfortable. Sansa understood why Gigi wanted her to try dating someone so badly. Because it's good like this!

"Would you like a cocktail?" she asked Cillian after dinner.

"Can you do it ?"

"Yes, I'm the best," the woman replied, pointing at the bar in the hallway.

"I created this bar. Specifically to practice making cocktails. I practiced making it until I had my cocktail recipe." She shows off to him.

Cillian laughed at Sansa words and attitude. Before he was led by her hand to sit down at the bar... He sat and watched her prepare the ingredients for the cocktails. There are brandies, liquors, fruit juices, and various brews. was neatly prepared Now he was sitting and waiting for her like a customer.

"Bartender Sansa has arrived," She jumped out from under the table. She makes cocktails and shows off her shaking and tossing skills. It's like performing magic for him. Cillian enjoyed those performances.

There was a moment when she amazed him. Sansa tossed a liquor bottle and a cocktail shaker behind her back. She flows the bottle from left shoulder to right shoulder before pouring it into the glass. It was very exciting for him. She was the best entertainer he had ever met! The more I got to know her, He was even more amazed by her abilities.

"Here, Sansa's version of a cocktail." Sansa handed him a purple-blue cocktail glass. She looked at his expression as he tasted it.

"Wow...very delicious. This is the most delicious cocktail of my life.” Cillian praised. Ready to lift it and drink it until the glass is finished. He immediately rushed towards the girl on the other side. Two arms lifted her and sat her on the bar. He used his thick fingers to gently caress her face. The tip of his nose sniffed her neck. Sansa felt his warm breath on her skin. He rubbed his nose and played with both hands, caressing her back and stroking her hair passionately. Cillian looked up at the young woman in front of him. He rubbed the tip of his nose against the tip of her nose.

"I am the luckiest man. To be with someone special like you right now." His eyes were full of passion.

Sansa didn't know why Cillian would say that. Because she thinks that what she does It's not any more special than what normal women do. Even so! She was also delighted by his words of admiration.

"I feel happy too. It's you who's with me right now." Cillian immediately grabbed her neck and kissed her, it was harder and more passionate than the first time she had kissed. Sansa thought it was probably because of that cocktail!

The first night passed... 09.30

Sansa woke up. There was soft morning sunlight shining down on her beautiful face, and she had light blue eyes. It was already sparkling staring at her. That face smiled at her. The girl smiled back. She reached out and rubbed his face.

“Am I dreaming?” she said in disbelief.

"Maybe it's a dream," he replied with a smile.

Sansa thought back to the events of yesterday. After she meets with Cillian to talk about the gallery and various events and feelings that caused her and him to sleep together this morning, Sansa remembers her first sex and second sex on the bar, these sex experiences will never be forgotten by her. It's wonderful!

"How long have you been awake?"

"I woke up a little earlier than you." He replied, kissing her lips. Sansa sat up. She stretched. Her eyes fixed on the clock. It's now half past nine. She turned to him and asked, " What time will you be back today ?"

Cillian sat up next to the woman. "I have an interview at a film festival at eleven o'clock."

Her eyes are big! “It's quite late already! Let's get up! I'll make you breakfast before I leave.” She told him, standing up. But her wrist was grabbed first… Cillian jerked her arm to make her sit on his lap.

"I want to stay with you!" He made a lazy face. Sansa rubbed the tip of his chin slightly.

"It's not good at all. You're an actor. I don't want to get you reprimanded.” She told him, leaning down to kiss him.

"Let's go downstairs!" She held his hand and led him to get up. before dragging him to the bottom

Sansa lets Cillian in to shower and get dressed while she makes him breakfast. He was now dressed and looked like the same Cillian she had met yesterday. He was wearing the same clothes after she dried him last night. The young woman looked at him. She liked his hair. It is arranged in a beautiful order. That makes him handsome, and looking good for his age. She prepared food and put it on the kitchen table for him.

"very appealing to eat! thank you" He thanks her for the big bacon. It was plump and juicy, very pleasing to him.

"You feel like you know my heart. It's so delicious," he complimented her. Because bacon is what he likes to eat most in the morning.

Sansa laughed at Cillian's antics. She talked with him a little longer over breakfast. Because the time was quite short and she didn't want to make him late for the interview. After finishing eating She walked him to the elevator door.

"Goodbye, Cillian."

"I'll call you, Sansa." He said kissing her goodbye. before walking into the elevator and leaving

Sansa hadn't gone out all day today. All she could do was roll around in her apartment. Because she felt tired from last night's sex. All that sex took up a lot of her strength. And make her weak in the knees! She lies down and watches her favorite movie, Harry Potter, to relax and pass the time. Until she fell asleep and woke up around 3:00 p.m.

"I've been asleep for three hours now!" She had never normally slept during the day before.

'I wonder if my body must be fighting hard!' she thought Now she felt well rested. She got up and picked up a novel to read to relax.

Ring..ring.. the sound of the mobile phone ringing.

"Hello," she said to the other end of the line.

"I'm in front of the apartment lobby. Can you come down and pick me up?”

"Okay," the woman replied and hung up. She furrowed her brow and thought, ' What's wrong with him? Or have him forgotten something ?'

Sansa went downstairs to pick up Cillian. Luckily, no one was entering or leaving her apartment at that time. She walked into the elevator. The two stood close to each other, but not too close. in order not to be abnormal Sansa turned to him and asked.

"Did you forget something ?" He just turned and smiled. But he didn't say anything in response. Until the elevator opened The pair entered the apartment. Cillian suddenly started attacking and hugging her without warning!

"I miss you!" He started kissing hard. She didn't even have a chance to say or ask anything. Cillian hastily began unbuttoning Sansa's casual shirt. He kissed, caressed, and invaded her body like a hungry man.

"I don't have any plans to give an interview today. I only see your face Think about your scent. your body I miss you all the time."

He muttered, mouth still kissing. and licked all over her body,

"Ah!..." Sansa was mesmerized by what he did and said.

"I miss you too," she replied to him. With a moaning sound from his throat periodically Cillian lifted a young woman's body onto the dining table. He held her legs apart. He didn't hesitate and quickly grabbed his hard sinew. Hastily inserting her slit. He inserted it for a long time. Until her slit opened to allow his shaft to enter.

He slowly began to pound his waist..slowly. And it started getting stronger... Faster! Sansa was shaking all over. He was fierce and hungry. His hands gripped her neck. He pressed her body to meet the rhythm of his thrusts. That made Sansa even more excited. She tensed and grabbed him by the neck and hugged her, both of them shaking, twitching, and crying out loudly in that area, her whole body tingling. Sansa felt numb. A tingle spread throughout her lower abdomen. And he finished, too. this! It was her fastest finish ever and he could say that!

Cillian dropped his head to her shoulder like he was exhausted. Sansa thinks He must have been feeling tired. Because last night they both had sex for a long time and slept very late. She moved to take his hand and lie down on the sofa. The two of them lay together, hugging each other like that. Until she and he fell asleep

She was startled awake. Looking at the clock, it was now six o'clock. Sansa could still see Cillian sleeping. "Cill?" She shakes him to wake him up... Cillian is startled and his eyes open!

"It's already six o'clock." He sat up. His back leaned on the sofa and he rubbed his eyes. The girl looked at him acting cutely like a child.

“Are you going to stay longer ?” she asked him. Cillian looked up at Sansa. Ready to hold her face

"I want to stay with you." He said, burying his face between her breasts.

"But tomorrow I have to go on set in New Ross." He said in a depressed tone.

"Tomorrow? You need to go back and prepare like this.” She answered him understandingly.

"Yes, I have to go back to New Ross tonight," he replied, his arms still holding her. Sansa hugged him back. The two of them sat and hugged each other for a long time. until she had to move away Because otherwise he definitely wouldn't have gone to New Ross!

"Go, I'll take you." She stood up. Ready to hold his hand to get up as well. Sansa helped him pack his bag. before walking to the front of the elevator door

"travel safely"

He came over and hugged her before leaving,

"I'll call you later. Goodbye." Cillian waved goodbye and left again!

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Chapter 7 : Teach Me!

Sansa walked back into the apartment, completely distraught. She didn't understand this feeling. Heat flickered throughout her body, including her heart trembling, thump... thump! It almost felt like it would fall out of her chest.

"Dammit!" She cursed loudly to calm herself down.

Knock... knock... the sound of knocking on the glass door echoed. Sansa was quite shocked. Why hadn't Cillian gotten off the elevator yet?

"Hey! What's up? Did you forget something?" she asked him nervously.

"Yes, I forgot the book you gave me."

"Come inside first. Where did you put it?"

"Put it on the sofa." She walked over to the couch where Cillian had left his book, and he followed behind her.

"Ah, there you are!" Sansa saw the pile of books. She bent down to pick it up, turned around, and handed it to him. They both made eye contact. Cillian looked at the woman in front of him with a look that made her very nervous.

'His eyes are really beautiful,' she thought to herself, her eyes still staring at him like that. She didn't know why she didn't let go of the book, and Cillian didn't try to pull the books out of her hands either. Sansa could only stare at those blue eyes in awe.

Suddenly, her lips pressed in a kiss with soft, warm lips from the other. She was stunned! Sansa froze, eyes closed, and almost stopped breathing. It felt like she was spelled into a trance for a while. Everything around them was unmoved. Sansa wasn't sure how long they had been like that until she felt the warm lips retreat from hers. The young woman opened her eyes and looked up at the man in front of her, unable to believe her eyes. 'Yes, he is Cillian Murphy!' His eyes were so beautiful and fascinating.

"I am sorr..." Cillian was speaking, but his lips trembled under her slender fingers. Her touch prevented him from speaking first. She used her middle finger to caress his lips as if considering... those soft, thick lips? The ones that kissed her a moment ago. She didn't look at his face at all. She was only interested in his lips. Sansa decided to wrap her arms around his neck. She leaned in and pressed her lips to kiss the person in front of her. The two people's lips were pressed together tightly from the kiss of the other party.

Damn it! She had never kissed anyone before in her life. She didn't even know what the correct way to kiss was, but her emotions at this point were more driven by her feelings than her brain. Sansa felt a rush of heat and coldness shoot up her spinal cord from Cillian crushing his lips. He caressed her lips teasingly, his tongue entering her mouth, flicking in and out, alternating with sucking and teasing her lips. He seemed to be leading her and letting her follow his game.

'Fuck! The sweet taste of kisses, what is this!' It was the most wonderful feeling she had ever experienced. Meanwhile, his hands were also active. He gently caressed her back, his other hand between her waist and hair, hugging her as she straddled his body on the sofa. Sansa pulled her lips away from his for a moment, staring intently at the young actor in front of her.

'Am I dreaming?' she thought as she touched his face. He stared at her actions, two hands caressing and exploring her body as well. A thick palm touched the girl's face.

"You're so beautiful!" he muttered, his hands moving downward from her face, sliding down to her chest, touching her breasts through the thin cloth. Sansa felt his rough hands.

"Ah..." She moaned unconsciously. The moaning sound greatly stimulated Cillian. He caressed the back of his palm and unclasped her bra, and when he lifted her shirt, two breasts bounced revealing erect breasts the size of a hand and clear pink nipples, untouched by anyone before.

"You're exactly as I imagined, Sansa!" he said, fixated on the beautiful sight in front of him. He began to explore, squeezing her breasts with passion and lust, causing her to tremble all over from his touch, especially when he rubbed her small nipples.

"Did I frighten you? You're trembling." He looked at her softly and asked in a tone that would make Sansa's heart race. She bent down and kissed him in response. He kissed her back, pursing his lips, grasping and licking her face, sliding down to the crook of her white neck, inhaling her scent. He kissed her chest, and the girl felt his warm breath on her skin. He raised his head slightly to look at her. him Use tongue to gently touch and caress. her nipple area.

"Ah,that's good!" Sansa's emotions were at their peak. She didn't hesitate and immediately raised her hand to take off his shirt, She looked at him and realized that Cillian probably likes to exercise. and take good care of yourself Because he has muscular arms And the chest is tight and not saggy at all. The chest area has a little hair. That makes him look very sexy!

Sansa considered him for a moment. Cillian used his hands to unzip her pants. He gently took it off. She lay down and let him take it off easily. He planted a kiss from her thigh. Licking and biting, moving closer to her center. revealing a plump, convex triangle with some hairs covering it.

"Damn it! Sansa, you're all pink!" He was stunned by the sight in front of him.

'She's flawless!' Every proportion of her body was detailed, and she barely had any pores. He couldn't take his eyes off that pink triangle, using his slightly trembling hand to gently caress the bulge. Sansa was slightly startled by the touch.

"How long have you not had sex?" he asked her, eyes still staring, and his fingers rubbing the crease area and her bulging pubic hair. "It's like you haven't had sex in a long time!" He raised his head and asked her.

'Shit!' Sansa cursed under her breath. She felt very nervous and worried at this moment, unsure how to answer. She didn't know if telling him would make him want to have sex with her or not. She looked at him with extreme nervousness.

"I've never had sex!" She bowed her head and admitted to him honestly. Cillian stared at her, frowning slightly.

"So, do you masturbate?" Sansa shook her head, embarrassed and half-pitying herself. Cillian thought for a moment, then immediately pulled away from her, shaking his head in confusion.

"God, Sansa, I can't do this. You're too good for me," he said, still shaking his head.

"You are too perfect. I will make you disappointed and sad," he repeated to the girl in front of him.

Sansa was shocked by Cillian's words and actions. She immediately moved towards him, lifting herself and sitting on top of him, staring into his eyes, trying to look as deeply as possible.

"I'm sorry; I've never had sex before," she said, running her fingers across Cillian's lips.

"You're still young. You should meet someone better than me," he answered her with a sad, nervous expression.

The girl stared at him with an extremely pleading face. “If you walk out of this room now, I don't know how I'm going to deal with this feeling of heat and cold all over my body,” she continued to brush his lips with her fingers.

“I've never had sex before. I don't know what to do,” Sansa told him honestly. Dealing with her emotions is too difficult for her right now.

“I want to do it with you. I want to have sex with you. I want you to penetrate me and teach me!" she whispered in his ear. Slender hands caressed from hair down to the face. She nuzzled the tip of his nose a little.

Cillian closed his eyes, enchanted by her actions. "Ah!..." There was a soft moan from his throat. Cillian's brain tensed heavily. He didn't know what to do. Part of him felt a great need for Sansa, but another part of him felt guilty.

"Yes, please!" she repeated in his ear. That soft, sweet voice was so seductive to him. Now Cillian's consciousness is broken!! "K...Yes!" His voice trembled. The older male actor opened his eyes and looked at the young woman in front of him. Two hands touching a beautiful face. He shook it gently.

"How did you survive until you were twenty-six and not have sex?" He didn't seem to want an answer. Just mumbling to himself.

"Well, I studied until I didn't have time," she mumbled in response. Their lips connected again.

Sansa used her hands to peel off his pants and underwear. This allowed her to see Cillian's midsection. She was immediately shocked and frightened!!! Sansa had never seen a real man's cock before; she wasn't sure what the standards for men's sizes were. But his sinews were far bigger than her imagination. Cillian reached for a condom and put it on. He noticed the panic on her face.

"Are you okay? Do you want this?" he asked her again. She nodded in response, even though she was still trembling with fear and nervousness. Lips pressed together in another kiss. Sansa grabbed his tendrils, rubbing back and forth around her slit.

'Oh my God!!!' It's very exciting, really very exciting. She began to move and grabbed his tendon, stuffing it deep inside her slit. Cillian let out a soft moan as she tried to rub and thrust his stuff inside her.

"Crazy!!!" Warm tendrils poked and squeezed the pink folds. His head was only at the entrance. It couldn't go any further. The girl tried to rock her hips down, and he raised his waist to answer her as well. But it still couldn't go in well. And it's quite painful until she winced! They both rocked and rubbed together for a long time until her juices were wet and full of the love slit. Sansa felt very excited. She was so thrilled that she couldn't stand it. She wanted to be stuffed inside her by those damn warm tendrils. She decided to muster up her courage and push her hips down again.

Crunchy...!!! Sansa immediately hugged Cillian. Tears began to flow down both cheeks, and the feeling of pain was like dying... she was in a lot of pain, and it was very tight. The young woman sobbed, but she tried hard to restrain herself and keep her cool because she didn't want to upset Cillian. And he was very nice to her. He embraced her with both hands and caressed her back comfortingly.

"Are you okay? Do you want to stop?" he asked, using his hand to check for tears on her cheek.

Sansa shook her head. She smiled at him and bent down to kiss him.

"Would you hold my hips? Can you help me control it?" He grabbed her hips in response.

She began to slowly lift her hips, trying to rub her pubic hair. The moans of the two of them were heard in unison throughout the living room. From the feeling of pain, it became a tingling sensation throughout her body that she had never felt before!

"Oh! Cillian," Sansa called his name unconsciously. And she was beginning to lose control of her movements.

Her waist and hips moved up and down on his shaft... faster, stronger, and more frequent until she couldn't stop.

“I can't stop!” She choked and said frantically over and over. She spoke without realizing it.

"Ahs!" Her moans were loud. Cillian's hands changed from holding onto the hip, moved to squeeze her breasts. He peppered her breasts with lustful kisses.

"Don't stop, Sansa, don't stop!" he commanded in a husky voice and the sound of moaning from time to time. Cillian kissed her everywhere, ready to rock her waist like crazy! The more Sansa slammed her hips down onto his shaft, her slit squeezed him even harder. It was so tight it looked like he was about to explode! He rocked his waist to meet her thrusts until he felt the twitching and squeezing vibrations coming from inside her... It squeezed him tight! So tight! So tight!...

"I can't stand it anymore. You're too tight, Sansa!” He jerked a few times, trembling along with the exhausted girl, and threw himself down to embrace her. Two arms embraced her, and he rested his chin on her bare shoulder, hands caressing each other's backs.

"I feel light," she murmured. "It's like I'm floating," she whispered in his ear. Cillian kissed the girl's shoulder.

"Do you want to stay with me tonight?" Cillian's face and eyes lit up. He ruffled a few strands of hair that fell to cover her face. Thick fingers gently caressed her face.

“Yes, I want to be with you tonight. And I feel the same as you. It was the best sex I've ever had." He replied, pressing his lips to kiss the person in front of him. Sansa leaned down and hugged him again.

"I feel like I've gone to heaven." She excitedly said, "And it's a hundred times better than a cheeseburger!" She laughed; he laughed in response because Cillian understood what Sansa was trying to convey. To the words she once said to her friend in that restaurant!

Sansa moved away from him. She could feel the pain as she tried to lift her midsection off his shaft. The young woman leaned down weakly on the pillow next to the sofa, as he slowly used tissue to pick up and wipe off the condom as well. Sansa felt a sharp pain in her slit. She reached out and touched the area to examine it.

“Blood!” It was covered in blood, a tinge of red! She raised her hand and looked at the blood. She didn't know if she was crying because it hurt or why exactly at this time.

" Are you in a lot of pain? You're bleeding. I saw it stuck to my leg and the condom…” Cillian didn't finish his sentence. He saw blood on Sansa's hands. And her tears that flowed first He immediately leaned down and hugged the girl.

"I'm sorry, are you hurt, Sansa?" he asked her with pity.

"thank you"

"I have to thank you." He hugged and kissed her softly.

"I'll wipe it for you." The young actor got up and picked up a tissue to wipe the blood off of her who was now sobbing. Sansa rose and sat next to him.

"We'd better go take a shower and clean up." She said, getting up slowly. so that that part of her would not be shaken too much Before her waist Was grabbed by his strong wrist and hugged. He put his arms around her lifted her and held her close to his chest.

"I will take care of you,” Cillian said, carrying her away.

The two were soaked in the bathtub. Sansa's body was as if Cillian was her pillow. He hugged her and caressed her skin. Fingers caressed and rubbed bubbles all over her body. Now he's like an explorer.

'Hold it there, rub it here, rub it there!' Sansa loved it when Cillian touched her. He made her feel good and warm.

"Do you like what we're doing?" he asked

She nodded, avoiding his eyes.. because she was too embarrassed to speak.

Cillian ran his fingers over soft, pore-free skin! He touched her from the top of her hair. Caressed to the middle of the girl's body. He gently caressed the folds… Ah! soft moaning sound From the mouth of a person being pampered!

" You are truly beautiful in every way." He said, his hands still exploring. The two soaked in the bathtub, hugging, kissing, and touching each other for a long time.

' I'm so happy right now ' Sansa thought to herself.

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Things Between Us | Cillian Murphy x OC

Chapter 6 : Dissolve Behavior

A week later

“Hey! Sansa, I’m Cillian. We met last week,” the voice on the other end of the line said.

“Hey! Cillian, how are you? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Do you have time to come out and drink coffee tomorrow? I’d like to talk about the gallery with you.”

“Sure, Cill. Where do we meet? What time?”

The other end of the line seemed to think for a moment and replied. “Coffee shops around Soho are fine.”

Suddenly! Sansa seemed to realize something. Cillian is a famous actor. The fact that she went to sit and have coffee with just the two of them. Will that cause him trouble? She thought before asking him:

“Um… Cillian, wouldn’t it be better if you came to my apartment?”

“….” The other end of the line was quiet for a moment.

At the same time, Sansa just realized that she was inviting a man to her apartment alone.

“Uh! … I mean that You are a famous actor. I’m afraid that as a woman, I’m going to sit and have coffee with you. Might it make you news? If you come to my apartment, It’s probably better for you. And I will cook a feast for you in return.” She gave a long explanation for the other end of the line to understand. You could call it defending yourself.

“Oh! Sure. I think this would be good for both of us. See you tomorrow What time is it?”

“At 2:00 p.m., if that’s convenient for you. Not too early in the morning, not too late at night.”

“Alright, see you later.”

“Yes, see you later.”

The next day,

Sansa walked to her regular bookstore to select some books and then stopped by the supermarket to gather various ingredients. She was preparing to cook a meal for her actor friends, the ones she and Cillian had scheduled for this afternoon. Sansa neatly organized the books and ingredients she had just bought a while ago.

Ring…ring…

“Hello?”

“Hey, Sansa, I’m at the entrance to your apartment. Are you in the room?” said the voice on the other end.

“I’m here. I’ll be down to pick you up in a moment,” she answered, ready to go down and receive him immediately.

Today, the young woman wore a dark red long-sleeved off-the-shoulder shirt and white pants, making her look very luxurious. Sansa knows that she is a person who doesn’t have much of a social life or doesn’t really use social media, but she’s quite a fashion girl.

“Hey! Cill,” she greeted him, now sitting in the lobby of the apartment waiting for her.

“How are you today? You look good,” he greeted her with a compliment.

“I’m fine. You look good too,” she replied politely.

While surveying a fellow actor friend she had just accidentally gotten to know a week before, the older actor came in a white t-shirt and black slacks, with a black coat on top of it. It made him look good for his age and appear plain and simple, not like a famous person at all!

“Today, would you like to eat something special? I’ve already prepared things,” she asked him as they got into the private elevator.

“Whatever. That you want to make for dinner,” he replied with a smile.

“So, is steak good?! Fish or meat?”

“Let’s have the meat.”

“Okay.”

Ping! The elevator opened.

“You can hang your coat here.”

Sansa points to the closet area next to the bathroom. Cillian hung up his coat as instructed. “Do you read books? Or you can watch a movie while you wait for me to cook.”

She asked him, as Cillian walked over to put his bag on the couch and replied.

“Okay.”

Sansa began preparing the ingredients for two steaks and Caesar salad to go with them. The young woman looked up and observed him for a moment as he walked towards the bookshelf, grabbing this and that, appearing carefree with nothing to do. She returned her attention to preparing her food.

"When you walk by every night, talking sweet and looking fine..." Her personal favorite song, "Fantasy," played. It made Sansa unconsciously dance and hum to the soft rhythm, enjoying herself while cooking.

The forty-six-year-old actor glanced at the young woman who was now singing and moving happily to the song's rhythm. It made him lose interest in the book he was reading, prompting him to come and help her cook instead.

“Hey, let me help you. I’m in the kitchen.” He offered to help her.

“Okay.”

The woman bent down to pick up an apron and handed it to him.

“Here, put it on.” She handed him the apron, and with a chuckle, he laughed in response. The cloth was pink and embroidered with sweet cherry patterns, which added a touch of playfulness. The older male actor took it and put it on with a nervous expression.

“It suits you very well. You look like a complete butler right now,” she teased him. They both laughed at each other.

Sansa prepared to marinate the meat and had Cillian prepare sauces for Caesar salad and steak sauce. The two had fun cooking together. The girl continued to sing and dance softly, causing Cillian to sing along with her as well as cook. Sansa finishes grilling meat and fish before putting the meat into the oven again.

While waiting for those roasted meats, she proceeded to help him make the sauce. Sansa lifted the spoon and handed it to Cillian to taste. She didn’t know why she did that. Instead of handing him a spoon to hold and taste, she chose to put it in his mouth. Cillian slightly raised his head and looked in her direction before opening his mouth to taste.

“It’s very delicious. It’s okay.”

“Okay, then you can go sit and wait for me. I’ll take care of the rest myself.” He took off his apron and put it away neatly before walking to sit and wait for her in the living area, easily.

Sansa puts everything on a plate. She decorated those steak plates beautifully. The food looks like a work of art, she thought!

“Here it is.” The young woman gradually placed the food on the table in the middle of the sofa area.

“Can you sit on the floor? I really like eating here. It gives a warm feeling.”

“Sure. Are they warm because of these sofas?” he replied, pointing at those sofas.

“Yes, these sofas surround me. It makes me feel like I have friends.”

They both laughed, understanding what she meant. Sansa poured wine for him while eating that beef steak.

“Drinking wine will make the meat taste better. Let’s see.” She scooped the salad out onto a plate for him.

“Wow, this meat is really delicious.”

Cillian praised, surprised by the taste of the steak. The flavor of the meat was distinct, and the texture was soft and juicy, almost melting in his mouth instantly. He looked up at her for a moment, incredulous.

“Is there anything you can’t do? Or are you not good at it?” He praised from his heart, ready to send another bite of steak into his mouth.

Sansa now sat with a wide-eyed smile on her face at the compliment. Because besides Gigi, it’s just him who ate food cooked by her and said it was delicious.

“When you’re alone a lot, cooking is so easy. That you will do well.”

“This meat! It’s really delicious.” He continued to praise her.

Cillian thought for a moment. Should he say what he thinks? He secretly considered her a little.

“Don’t misunderstand what I’m about to say,” he opened up.

“You are very beautiful. Plus, you’re good at everything. I wonder why you don’t have a boyfriend?”

She glanced at him a little. For that question.

“Hmm!” she thought silently, “as I said before. I’m an introvert. I rarely talk to anyone. And what I like or do every day is quite the same routine over and over. It can be said to be boring. I think I shouldn’t get along with anyone. With this way of living my life, if someone comes in and the lifestyle is not the same, that probably wouldn’t survive.”

Sigh! She sighed.

“So I don’t want to have anyone. And I am very happy with what I am doing and being. Or if I really must have, I’m probably going to have to find another boring person like me,” she replied, laughing amusedly at him.

“I don’t think you’re boring at all,” he replied, smiling at her.

Before asking, “Are you lonely at all?”

“Actually, I’m lonely, but I have a way to relieve loneliness. It’s solving my boredom.” She smiled mischievously at him. “When I feel lonely, I usually go for a walk or sit and read a book in the park... but really, I haven’t read the book. I love listening to the stories of the people around me. It made me aware of people’s feelings, some with their families, come with a group of friends, or become a couple. I observed various symptoms and can listen to many different stories. This is my solution to loneliness.”

She explained it to him in amusement.

"I look awkward and seem prying like this," she chuckled, bowing her head in a self-conscious manner.

“Sometimes I like to do things like you, Sansa. It gives us a good look at the diversity of other people’s lives,” he says with a laugh, so that the girl wouldn’t feel any more nervous.

“What about you? Does being famous make you happy?”

“I am happy with my work. I love it and love waking up to be a different person. But there are some things that I don’t like in terms of privacy, like people always taking pictures when I see them. I don’t think I handle it very well.” Cillian began to express his feelings about what he felt. He doesn’t like being famous.

Before turning to her and saying, “Don’t misunderstand that I’m not friendly. It’s just that sometimes it’s pretty frustrating on a bad day.”

“I understand that feeling,” she replied, giving him a reassuring smile.

“Is it necessary to be able to speak multiple languages to be an actor? Or do I have to change my accent?” she asked curiously.

“The matter of accent must be changed according to the context. If the character is from America, they must use an American accent. But there should be some things about being able to speak multiple languages. That requires the use of language according to the content or area of the character. For example, in a French movie, there may be some French spoken, up to the entire movie,” he answered.

“Can you speak French?” Sansa asked him in French. Cillian responded to her in French as well.

“Wow, how many languages do you speak?”

“I can speak English and French. And you? You speak French at the level of a native speaker from what I’ve heard.”

“Don’t call me weird,” she laughed.

“I speak thirteen languages.”

The young actor’s eyes widened, “Oh wow, who are you? You look like a miracle,” he said, laughing.

Sansa laughed hysterically. With his words, “It sounds crazy. But because I really like art, painting, and sculpture. These things span many cultures and areas. I want to understand the art of each area deeply. I really want to understand it. It’s not just about understanding the meaning from the English translation. Which may cause me to miss important parts in some definitions of each area.”

“That’s why I study languages. Along with other studies as well.”

She explains the reason: Why does she speak so many languages?

Cillian stared in amazement at the woman in front of him, impressed by her abilities. She had already noticed his gaze as well.

“You are amazing. I don't know how many times I've said this to you. But you are really good at everything.”

He praised and asked further. “What language do you speak? So which language is the most difficult?”

The girl was embarrassed by those compliments.

“I speak English, French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, Russian, Latin, German, Swedish, Dutch, Chinese, Japanese, and Thai.”

Hmmmm… She raised her head in thought and moved her fingers to move her lips back and forth.

“The most difficult language, I think, is Languages from Asia, like Thai, their language is very interesting and difficult. They have forty-four characters. There are still twenty-one vowels. And another five tones and four shapes.”

“It’s very complicated. Just saying it makes me discouraged. It’s difficult and creates a lot of confusion for me.”

She made a face and shrugged her shoulders and answered him with a sad expression because it was really difficult.

“Oh, that sounds difficult. I am truly amazed at your abilities.”

He was amazed by her talent before realizing that What did he arrange to talk to her about today? “Ah, here is the business card of the gallery representative I found for you,” he said, handing the small business card to her.

Sansa took the business card. With the expressions of people who are extremely happy.

“Thank you. You are very kind.” She thanked him cheerfully.

“I’m happy to help you, Sansa. Your work is truly outstanding,” he replied, smiling friendly at her.

“Do you want more?” She looked at his steak plate. It was all meat and salad.

“Not anymore. Right now I’m very full.”

“Come, I’ll put it away for you. Do you eat ice cream? I really like to eat it after eating. It will make you feel really good.”

“That’s great.”

“There is chocolate and strawberry. What flavor would you like?”

“Chocolate.”

“Okay, wait a moment.”

Sansa put away the dishes and cleared the table. Before opening the refrigerator, she picked up the ice cream she had prepared. Add two scoops to each glass. Decorate with additional strawberries. Top with a dollop of whipped cream. She held up a glass of ice cream to him. Waiting for you on the sofa. Sansa handed him a glass of chocolate and sat down next to him. On his left. The two sat separated by about two people.

“I really love ice cream. Actually, I love all things food,” she said cheerfully.

Cillian smiled at her words.

“Who doesn’t like desserts, right?” He raised his eyebrows at her as if asking for her opinion.

“That’s right, dessert is a magic potion!” She turned to him with a smile. When Sansa sat next to Cillian. Make her see his face and eyes clearly. That made her realize immediately!!!

“Shit!” The girl swore out in surprise.

“Is something wrong?” He asked, looking at her suspiciously.

“I remember you!” she said, staring at him persistently.

“You’re the one playing…” She paused to think for a moment. Before speaking and making facial expressions and eyes from the character he plays. “Would you like to see my mask? In Batman, right?” she asked him excitedly.

He smiled and replied, “Yes! That’s me.”

“Damn it!” she cursed, “You won’t believe this. I really like that character. So much so that bought a figure and a Scarecrow mask. Too bad I kept it in New York. Otherwise, I would have just shown it to you,” she said excitedly. And sagging with regret.

“How can I not remember you? That’s so stupid,” Sansa continued to curse to herself.

“This! I remember you because I have seen your eyes up close.”

She moved her pretty face to look into his eyes.

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful and special your eyes are?" The girl asked him with admiration and sparkling eyes.

The older actor smiled shyly at the compliment. Sansa thought he was a man in his forties who didn't seem shy. However, as they talked and got to know each other better, Cillian seemed very friendly. He didn't hold back at all and was surprisingly shy.

“I have something to say!” He smiled shyly and answered her.

A young woman scoops up ice cream and eats it. While also inviting him to talk.

"May I have a clear look at the color of your eyes?" she asked for his permission.

She put down the ice cream cup and blew the warmth from her body onto her cold palms, having held the ice cream glass just a moment ago. Raising her legs to her knees, she sat on the sofa to get a good look at him. Moving closer, Sansa brought her face near his sparkling light blue eyes, wanting to examine his eye color and pupil dilation.

"Excuse me," she said, holding up both of her warm palms, gently touching Cillian's cheek. This allowed her to position her face so that he could glance at her according to her own movements. The girl had nothing in mind but looking and observing his eyes and their color.

“Damn it!” she cursed, her hands still holding his face.

“I really like your eyes,” the girl said unconsciously.

“Blue eyes are my favorite eye color to draw. They give a feeling of calmness, coolness, mystery, but are worth exploring,” she muttered, her eyes still fixated on the color of his eyes in fascination and forgetfulness.

Sansa felt the warmth of Cillian's quickened breath. For a moment, she felt cold fingers swipe across her lips, bringing her out of her trance with those mesmerizing sparkling blue eyes. Sansa immediately removed her hand from his face.

"There's whipped cream on your lips."

She hurriedly raised her hand to wipe it off, saying nervously, “Dammit! I’m so messy.” She said, extremely nervous. Before apologizing to him for the incident a moment ago.

“I’m sorry just now. I forgot. I shouldn’t have criticized your eye color. That is terrible and I shouldn’t have done it.”

She bowed her head and apologized to him feeling guilty. Because of the good artist. You should not criticize other people’s appearance.

“It’s okay,” he replied. “Your eyes are very beautiful. Is it green?” he asked her, calming her nervousness.

Sansa raised her head to answer him.

“Yes, my eyes are green. But I don’t really like it. Because when the light hits. It’s like the eyes of a sick person.”

She moved her face closer for him to look at, and Cillian leaned in towards the beautiful woman. Their eyes met, his gaze surveying hers. Sansa rolled her eyes at the movement of his gaze. That moment made Cillian forget, and he began to examine the girl's face, looking at her thin, slightly pink lips. He then turned his eyes up to gaze into her sparkling green eyes, repeating this back-and-forth movement a few times.

Sansa did the same as Cillian. The young woman was mesmerized by his eyes, thinking that she might accidentally smile at him as well.

'He looks really good for a man this age,' she thought to herself. It seemed like Cillian might be thinking the same. Now, Sansa face turned red up to her ears from shyness. She quickly pulled herself away from him, and he lowered his head to pick up the ice cream, coming back to eat it to relieve his embarrassment.

“Do you know how to play snooker?” She asked him, breaking the awkward silence. “I can play. I like to play with my friends when I go to bars.”

“Good, let’s play.” She put down the ice cream cup and led Cillian to the snooker table.

“Please praise the skills of this famous male actor. Will it be as cool as his performance?” She shrugged, teasing him.

Cillian laughed at her antics. “We’ll have to come and try it.”

“It will be more exciting if there’s an exchange,” she said.

“If you win, you can take whatever you want from this room. But if I win, I have something to ask of you,” she told him the deal.

“OK.” The two of them had fun playing snooker. The girl was very amused because normally she always plays alone. But now she has an opponent, and he held the snooker rods quite well. That made Sansa even more excited to have someone so talented compete with her.

“Yay!” Sansa last shot landed beautifully in the hole. She bounced around without realizing it. Cillian smiled and laughed, looking at the girl who was delighted like a child. In front of him, she is beautiful and bright. He was truly impressed by the scene in front of him right now.

Sansa took Cillian’s hand, walking towards her beloved bass. A young woman picked up her favorite bass that her father bought her as a birthday present. She lifted it up and handed it to him, along with the pen.

“Could you please sign your autograph here? On the bass you caught and played the first time you came here,” Sansa asked, making her request in that exchange.

“Sure, Sansa,” Cillian grinned ridiculously.

“I thought you could ask for something more difficult,” he said, bending down to sign his autograph on the bass.

“I want you to remember that there once was a fan who won a snooker game in order to get an autograph. It will be a reminder that you’ve met some strange people,” she replied to him, extremely amused. He laughed in response.

“True. This will make me remember you forever.” He turned to look and handed the bass back to her.

“Thank you.” Sansa took the bass from his hand before placing it back in its original place.

'Gigi must be jealous,’ she thought.

She looked down at the clock. It is now almost five o’clock in the afternoon.

“Are you going back now? It’s getting late. Where do you want to go next? It won’t disturb you much. Before leaving, you can choose as many books as you want in this room. I will give you and guarantee that all of these books are good because I have selected them by hand.”

“Okay, let me take a look.” He agreed and walked over to the large bookshelf.

“You really have a lot of books. This will take some time,” he laughed.

Sansa let Cillian choose the book while she picked up her guitar and sat gently on the sofa, strumming to find the notes and melody for the new song she had written just two days ago. The girl continued to sing along to the melody before finding the perfect note and rhythm.

Just in time, Cillian found the book he wanted.

“What are you doing?” he asked, coming to sit down next to her.

“I added the melody to a song I wrote,” She replied, showing Cillian the notepad.

She saw him reading it for a while.

“Do you want me to sing to you?”

“Yes.”

Sansa slowly ran her fingers across the guitar strings and began to sing with her soft, clear voice.

“...I'm so into you but I don't know where I've been I just want you to to take me where your heart is And you're made wonderful I would never want you to Feel like you could never be right Love is all you want I would never do you wrong Hold it down and give me some time I'm so into you but I don't know where I've been I just want you to to take me where your heart is I'm so into you but I don't know where I've been I just want you to to take me where your heart is I'm so into you...”

“Wow, that's really nice, Sansa. The meaning of the song and your voice are so beautiful,” he said, admiring her.

“I wrote this song after I saw the movie Notting Hill; it was really good. Have you ever seen it?”

"Not yet. I'll go back and look."

The two looked at each other for a moment. Sansa avoided his eyes. She was so nervous right now.

"Let's go. I'll drop you off in front of the elevator," she hurriedly told him.

Sansa led the way and dropped Cillian off in front of the elevator. He picked up the coat that was hanging and put it on.

“You can just take the elevator down without using a key card, and the apartment doors can do the same thing,” Sansa explained.

“Thank you for the gallery. If I don’t have you to help, I’m definitely in trouble.”

“Congratulations. Thank you for today as well. I had so much fun and you were wonderful.”

She smiled at him, ready to lean in for a goodbye hug. The two embraced each other, and as she moved her face to kiss his cheek gently, something unexpected happened.

'Damn it!' Sansa was shocked and startled because their lips unintentionally coordinated while facing each other.

'This is hellish timing,' she cursed under her breath. Both Sansa and Cillian were very surprised.

"God! I'm so sorry, I just wanted to kiss you on the cheek to say goodbye!" She swore and apologized to him in a panic.

"I'm sorry. I was just turning to say goodbye to you as well," he replied immediately, his voice as shocked as hers.

At that moment, Sansa wasn't even looking at his expression or attitude. Damn it! She was too embarrassed to say anything else.

“Goodbye, Cillian,” she said goodbye to him without looking at him.

Cillian stood silent and still for a moment.

“Goodbye, Sansa.” He replied and walked into the elevator.

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Things Between Us | Cillian Murphy x OC

Chapter 5 : Get to Know

Summary: Sansa, a 26-year-old graduate student, who unexpectedly encounters a twist of fate when she comes across an actor she never knew before!

Sansa led the four actors into the living area. They all sat down on the large sofa that was prominently placed in front of the bookshelf. She sat on the sofa opposite them. The girl was extremely nervous at this moment. She’s not acting right. Because this was the first time she had brought a stranger into her apartment. All four of them were also men. That doubled the nervousness.

This was not normal for her to blindly bring someone into her own safe space. Even though she knew they could be trusted, it still made the girl feel very nervous.

“Why did you choose to study art?” Cillian asked.

The young woman thought for a moment.

“Um…. It’s a continuation of when my parents passed away.” She said with a sad look in her eyes. “I was only seventeen at the time. I didn’t know how to deal with various feelings. How did that come to me? I’m not a good speaker and don’t express myself much. One day, I sat down to draw a picture. At that time, I painted it with every emotion I had. So it made me know Art has no voice. No need to sit and talk. It is a space for us to easily express our feelings. And when that work is finished, paintings are able to communicate the emotions of the owner of the piece. Without speaking. Just looking at it, we can understand that What does the owner of this work want to convey? And how are you feeling? So that’s what I chose to study and pay attention to.”

She tried to explain her feelings to Cillian, who asked, and other people who are sitting and listening intently to understand as easily as possible.

“Wow, you explain the word. The art is really good, I can understand that,” Fin said.

“I’m just explaining my feelings. Art is the ultimate in emotional fluidity. There is no definition.”

“Are you English? Or did you just come to study here?” Stephen asked.

“I’m English,” She continued. “But I’ve only been back in England for two years. Before that, I went to study in America.”

“Oh, I guess that’s why you have an American accent. Because of this,” Joe added.

She laughed.

“Yes, I have an American accent. It’s much easier to speak and listen to than a British accent.”

Everyone laughed in agreement at her words.

“True!”

“You all work in the film industry in the same way? You mean they’re all actors?” She asked them, curious.

“Uh… No! I am a screenwriter and director. But we work together. In the series Peaky Blinders,” Stephen replied, gesturing to Cillian, Joe, and Fin.

“These three people. Who are the main actors of the story” The three male actors turned around and smiled at her in a friendly way.

“Oh wow… am I hanging out with celebrities? Guess I’ll have to look into this!” She excitedly replied to them.

“I’m still very surprised. When you say to your friend, ‘Don’t know Cillian,’” Stephen said and laughed.

The person being talked about, “I’m not that famous!” Cillian interrupted his screenwriter friend.

“Sorry, I don’t really watch many series or movies.” Sansa bowed her head in acceptance. She immediately felt anxious. Because since her parents passed away, she had never been to a movie theater or even looked for other entertainment. The young woman could only keep to herself and study the three courses. She has to divide her study time every day between the two universities, with no days off.

“I study quite hard. So I didn’t have much time to do any other activities during that time. I had never been to a movie theater in the five years I studied in America. Because I have to read a book and deliver work every day. That’s why I didn’t get to know the actors much. I just came back to watch movies or series when I was back in England.”

She replied with a sad, remorseful look on her face.

“No need to apologize. We understand that you study very hard. It’s strange that you don’t know us,” Cillian told her understandingly.

“I studied really hard. Sometimes I used to sit and think, ‘Why did I do it?!’” The girl laughed at what she had done.

“Final period for each major. I haven’t slept at all. Especially if it’s the same time as submitting work or taking exams. I’m like a walking pudding.”

She stood up. Wobbling around in her chair to show them her condition then.

“It’s terrible!!!” She moaned under her breath.

“We can imagine.” They laughed at the girl’s expression a moment ago.

“Are you alone, or do you have siblings? Can I ask?” Finn asked.

The woman was a little fumbling at the question, until Stephen noticed.

“Hey, you’re making her uncomfortable, Fin,” he admonished his fellow actor.

“I’m fine. I just don’t know how to say it. I’m an only child.”

She added, “I’m quite an introvert. That’s why I don’t get to meet anyone or talk to anyone much. Except for friends in class who study together. But I only talk during class. Didn’t hang out or talk outside either. I have only one close friend, Gigi, who I met at Mr. Louis’ shop only today.”

She was extremely nervous. Because it is quite a personal matter. And they were strangers. But when she thought about it, each person was very good to her. Plus, they helped her even though they didn’t even know each other. That’s why she decided to tell them her personal story.

Cillian listened intently to the woman. He felt a lot of sympathy for her. With her personality he saw from the first time. And from the fact that he overheard her and her friend’s conversation in that restaurant. Let him know that she is peaceful and likes privacy. The more her parents and family left. In life, there is only one close friend like this. He felt sad for her.

“It must be pretty lonely, right? Being all alone?” Cillian asked her.

Sansa’s eyes flickered slightly to the owner of the voice.

“There are some, but I’m used to things like this…I know that I look rather strange,” she laughed.

“Oh, not at all,” he hurriedly protested, along with the others as well.

“Well, I’m a rather boring person. It shouldn’t be much fun to talk about. And shy too. It was very difficult for me to get to know or talk to people. Makes me not have many friends. And I don’t use social media either. That made me less likely to get to know people.”

She was still nervous like that.

“You are very fun to talk to. We confirm,” Fin said.

The young woman smiled in response. Before changing the subject because now she was starting to feel uncomfortable with being the one being questioned.

“Do you guys like listening to the piano? I’ll play it for you. The wine will taste better.”

“Good. We’d like to hear it,” Stephen replied.

Sansa sat in her usual position in front of the heartwarming piano, prominently placed next to the sofa where they sat. She raised a glass of wine to enhance the emotional luxury. Her slender, beautiful fingers were skillfully and gracefully following the notes, playing the composition expertly. The young woman delighted in the sounds and those musical notes. Sansa didn't need to look at the sheet music at all; she simply let her feelings and expertise guide her, as she did every time she played. The young woman wasn't sure how long she immersed herself in playing those notes until she heard the rising sound of applause.

“Wow, that is so sweet,” said Stephen. Everyone gathered around the young woman around her piano at this moment.

“You play smoothly. Without having to remember or even look at the notes,” Cillian praised.

She smiled at the compliment.

“Do you know how to play? Do you want to try it?” she asked Stephen, the oldest man. He looked like he could play the piano.

“That’s enough. I think I can.”

“Then let’s collab. I play the violin. You play the piano.”

“Sure. I’ll probably have to retake the course, haha,” he laughed.

“What songs can you play?”

“Hit The Rock Jack, then. It would go well with the violin.”

“You chose the songs well.”

Stephen began to play his fingers on the piano as Sansa started to passionately perform a violin solo. Both of them seamlessly played into each other, creating a smooth harmony. The young woman never forgot the feeling; she had never had a friend to play the piano or do something like this together. It was the first time she felt the joy of having friends who shared the same passion. Meeting a group of people with similar interests felt truly special. Tonight's musical session with them was incredibly enjoyable.

“Awesome, you’re so talented, Sansa. I never thought I would meet someone as multi-talented as you.” Stephen stood up and applauded the woman appreciatively, including the other people.

Sansa stepped back, bent her knees, and bowed her head at the flattery, with a shy face but full of a smile of happiness.

Meanwhile, Cillian was staring at a young woman’s bass. It was very beautiful and caught his eye. He could only touch and rub it, but he didn’t dare to pick it up or try playing with it.

“That was the first bass my father bought me. It’s so beautiful and classic,” a young woman’s voice next to him said.

“True. I agree. It’s very beautiful.”

“Do you know how to play?”

“He’s the best,” Stephen interjected, adding, “He was a musician before he was an actor.”

"You're exaggerating, Steve," Cillian replied, turning to his friend with a shy smile.

"Give it a try, go ahead. It's absolutely fantastic. You'll love the sound of it," the bassist girl invited.

Cillian thought for a moment. Should he be rude and pick up her things to play with? But there might be some encouragement or encouragement, and the owner has given permission.

“Okay.” He picked up the bass and adjusted the strings, trying a few notes. Cillian thought for a moment. What song should he try with this bass? ‘Ah… that’s his favorite song,’ he thought, before starting to strum The Beatles’ Hey Jude.

Sansa observed the performer in front of her as Cillian played her favorite bass. He looked even more charming when he held that bass. He was skilled, playing it smoothly. She thought he must really like that particular bass; it was fascinating to watch.

“Would you like to try playing together?” she offered, just to add to the fun.

“Alright.”

The young woman picked up another one of other favorite bass. She sat and competed with him. And there were three audience members sitting and cheering for the two musicians.

"Don't Let Me Down, okay?" she said to him.

Cillian nodded in agreement.

She started strumming the first two chords, and he followed it up with the back chord part. The two played together smoothly. It’s like they’ve practiced together before. Both of them play very well together. Their hands were extremely agitated. Sansa glanced at Cillian slightly, thinking to herself, ‘Tonight’s bass playing for you and him, what a night to remember.’

“Sansa, you are amazing. So you’re going to be good at everything? And you did well too, Cillian.” Stephen praised the two of them.

“You play so well, Sansa, I can’t fight you. Did you train yourself?” Cillian asked her curiously. He thought it was strange that a girl with such a sweet exterior looked like her could play bass aggressively like this.

“I have been practicing playing since I was a child. My father taught me. So it gave me some basics. So I played enough,” she answered him humbly.

“This is not enough. How can you be so good at everything?” Joe said with an appreciative laugh.

"I just do well in what I'm interested in," Sansa replied with a genuine sentiment. She never considered herself exceptionally talented. She didn't have specific goals in life; she just did what she wanted to do, pursued her interests, and tried to learn and excel in them.

“You are amazing.” Everyone praised her again.

The young woman saw that by now the bottle of wine was empty and it was getting dark outside.

“Are you all going to leave now? It’s already evening. I don’t want to disturb you too much. I’ll send it down right now.”

She cut them off so they didn’t have a chance to reply, whether they want to stay or whatever.

“Okay.” Everyone seemed to understand what the girl was thinking.

Sansa led the four men into the private elevator to descend to lobby of the apartment. While in the elevator, the young woman felt the need to say something to Cillian since he was standing beside her.

“Thank you very much about helping find the gallery.” She turned to thank him.

Sansa was feeling incredibly nervous because her face was now very close to Cillian. With both of them being about the same height, around 5'7 and 5'8, their eyes locked onto each other at precisely the right angle.

“Congratulations. You deserve it.” He smiled kindly back at her.

She walked them to the apartment door. Stephen was the first who came to say goodbye and hug the beautiful young woman. “Today we had a lot of fun. I’m glad I got to know someone as wonderful as you, Sansa.”

Followed by Fin, Joe, and Cillian, who came in to say goodbye and hug one last time.

Sansa felt incredibly nervous because she had never been hugged by so many men before, even if it’s just a casual hug. But it was strange to her anyway!

“Bye, Sansa. I hope we can meet again,” Fin said before leaving the door.

“Bye, everyone.” She waved goodbye to everyone and walked into the elevator back up to her room.

After a group of four people coming out of that strange woman’s apartment, Cillian couldn’t help but feel happy. He hadn’t had a fun night like this in a long time.

“Oh, damn it! Her smell so good when you hug.” Fin’s voice said suddenly.

“Her skin is soft too,” Joe added.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as versatile as her. And more than that, she is very beautiful. I can’t stop looking at her. Today’s talk. It was the most fun day In months. I really want her to be in my script,” Steve said, looking thoughtful.

‘It’s not just himself who’s happy’ Cillian pondered in his heart. He looked at his screenwriter friend who seemed quite delighted with the young woman.

“I agree with you. She is very beautiful and fun to talk to,” Fin and Joe said.

“I’m starting to like her. I really want to get to know her more… Hey! Cill, you have her business card, can I have it?” Steve asked him.

The forty-six-year-old young actor glanced at his friend’s face.

“What is it, Steve? You can’t even see a pretty girl. She keeps saying that she likes her privacy. If I give you my business card without your permission, how much will her criticize me?”

He is evasive. “You’ll ask her yourself. You go to Mr. Louis’ shop often. You’ll meet her yourself.”

Cillian humorously rejects his screenwriter friend. But in reality, it’s just an excuse! Because he’d rather keep her business card for himself.

“That’s true of you,” Stephen replied. Before everyone walked their separate ways and returned to their respective residences.

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Things Between Us | Cillian Murphy x OC

Chapter 4 : Visit the Performance

Summary: Sansa, a 26-year-old graduate student, who unexpectedly encounters a twist of fate when she comes across an actor she never knew before!

A group of five people, who had just met moments ago, left the restaurant and proceeded straight to the apartment of strange the young woman.

“My apartment is not far away. Walk three blocks, and you’re there,” Sansa informed them.

“Okay.”

“May I ask? You seem very close to the owner of that shop,” Stephen inquired.

“Yes. My parents always took me to eat here when I was a child,” Sansa gestured to him to measure her height.

“Ever since your guys passed away, I haven’t been able to do much. I come back to this shop often, so each time I come, Mr. Louis is especially kind to me. Sounds like I have some special privileges like that.” She laughed, half-guilty.

Cillian was shocked by what he heard. He felt sad and wanted to express his condolences to her.

“We are sorry. About your parents,” he turned to express his condolences.

“Thank you. I can come to terms with it now.” The woman’s eyes softened, but her face still wore a smile.

“I heard you say, are you majoring in art?” Finn asked curiously.

“Actually, I studied for two master’s degrees. majoring in psychology, I just finished the course a month ago. And an art major that is about to be graduated.”

“Wow, you’re really great,” Finn praised.

“It’s worth studying hard like this,” Joe added.

“For me, it’s not that heavy. But it’s quite stressful. I think a master’s degree is a lot more relaxed than a bachelor’s degree.”

“Really?! And what did you study before?” Finn asked.

“Ah… don’t think I’m crazy,” the girl said amusedly. If they knew what she had studied, that might make them look at her differently.

“Oh, of course not,” they replied in unison.

“I’m studying for three bachelor’s degrees at the same time,” she revealed.

“Ha!” they shocked.

“First I studied architecture, second I studied history, and last I studied law,” Instantly, she observed the expressions on each person’s face. They all opened their eyes wide, their mouths agape, expressing complete surprise.

Cillian turned his head and looked at the woman for a moment. It’s true that she seems intelligent. But studying for three degrees, and I’m finishing two more. That made him quite surprised. With a beautiful woman who studies a lot like this.

“That’s a lot,” Cillian looked at her in surprise.

“Yes, it is very tiring and heavy. It took me five years to complete the entire course. And damn! I feel like I’m going to hell.” The girl cursed and complained at the end. She turned around and made a crumpled face, showing the four of them how terrible it was at that time.

“You’re really cool. I’ve never met anyone who studied as many classes at once and graduated as quickly as you. How did you do it?” Stephen praised.

“Ah… It’s quite complicated. I think I was lucky to make it through.”

“No, you’re very good,”

Sansa nodded in thanks in response to the compliment. She felt like they were looking at her like she was some kind of freak. The young woman was not at all surprised by their attitude. She just felt nervous about being watched. The reason why she chose to study so many things at once like that? The reason was that she wanted to avoid the pain of losing her parents altogether!

“We’re here. My apartment.”

The woman picked up the key card and opened the door, leading them inside her apartment, or you can call it a penthouse because the entire floor was just her room. Located in the heart of London in the most expensive area here.

The exterior looked simple and elegant in the old English style, undoubtedly expensive. But because the young woman wanted a room according to her imagination and it had to be in the heart of the city, paying over twenty million pounds was no problem for her at all.

Sansa decorated her apartment in loft style with an old English twist. Her room was over 3800 square meters and 20 meters high because it was connected to the roof of the apartment. It was like a small factory hall. The top was wide open with windows allowing light to shine throughout the room from both the top of the building and the side windows, making it look classic and elegant at the same time. The elevator was connected specifically to her room. Walking into the first zone, you would find the kitchen on the right-hand side, a kitchen, dining table, and cocktail bar in the hallway. On the left-hand side, in the same zone, was a dressing room and bathroom. Next to the kitchen was a large living area with English-style bookshelves on the walls, housing more than two thousand books collected by the young woman. It was like a small library. Sansa really liked to read, so she designed it that way.

Inside her apartment were figures, models, and toys from various famous movies, such as Star Wars ships and Narsil’s sword from The Lord of the Rings, including Harry’s Nimbus 2000 broom, arranged in a groove in the middle of the bookshelf. Hanging decorations paired with the TV made her living area outstanding and very eye-catching.

In front of the bookshelf, there was a large sofa on a brightly colored carpet in the style of the Victorian era. Next to the window was a music corner with a large, classic black piano prominently displayed, and four basses placed in front of the piano. On that wall hung a violin and a guitar, with pictures of various memories of her and her family decorating the area.

Next to the bathroom, there was a snooker table. Further into the deep corner, various artwork tables could be found. The girl's bedroom was raised to the second floor, a small room not very large, supported by three pillars. The area of those pillars would be decorated or hung with sports equipment that interested her, such as fencing sets, basketball hoops, and archery targets. As for the hall, the window corner area on the bedroom side, next to the stairs, was a storage area for artworks and a drawing area. The walls in that area were full of her artwork, making it a corner that would fascinate anyone who saw it.

“You may come in.”

“Oh, wow, wow, wow!” someone shouted.

“Your apartment is very beautiful and spacious,” Joe said.

“This is incredible. How did you find such a big and spacious room in this area? And damn, you must be a billionaire,” Stephen said while laughing.

“It’s actually quite rare and cost a lot of money. I had to do quite a lot of renovations. I have to buy the whole floor, break down some walls, and open up the top. I wanted it to be an open, comfortable hall like this.”

"That bookshelf is incredible. This is clearly a library. You must really like reading,” Cillian asked.

“You can call it crazy. I really love reading and researching,” she smiled back at him.

“Did you design it all yourself?” Stephen asked.

“Yes, I designed and supervised all the work myself. Well, I’m a designer, so that’s one more thing I can save on. And got what I wanted the most.”

“This is great,” they said in unison.

“What would you like? Wine? Drinking wine while viewing art will enhance your emotional enjoyment.”

“Alright. It’s wonderful.”

Sansa gestured towards the corner of the staircase where her work was displayed for them to see. It was filled with many of her artworks, but three pieces stood out, making it very interesting to walk and visit in that area.

“That’s three of my works. You guys can go ahead and take a look. I’ll bring the wine for you.”

Cillian and his screenwriter friend stopped in front of the drawings. It was full of beauty, and he could feel that the three pictures gave a completely different mood. It’s subtle and not boring, Cillian thought. Sansa has a very good artistic sense, which he admires.

“Here,” the woman handed each of them a glass of wine. Before stopping and standing between Cillian and Stephen.

“Your work is excellent. There is depth and different feelings in the three pictures,” Cillian praised her.

“You understood correctly. I painted these three pictures in different moods.”

She pointed to the first picture. “I painted this picture when I was feeling sad and nostalgic. On the anniversary of my parents’ passing.”

“This picture was drawn when I was feeling lonely and alone,” the woman told Cillian with a glance. He stared at her in response, as if trying to get into her thoughts.

“As for this picture, I drew it when I was the happiest. After I ate the best fish and chips in England.”

She laughed and told them in a funny way. Cillian and his friends laughed at her words.

“That would be really delicious fish and chips. Because the pictures you paint are really beautiful,” Fin said.

“Yes, that fish and chips. Make me powerful. It was so delicious that I had to draw a picture to express my happiness,” she replied cheerfully.

“Your work is really great. The professor or the people who saw it must have liked it.” Cillian continued to admire her without stopping.

“I hope so. Unfortunately, right now I can’t find a gallery showing them. They’re very rare.”

She replied to him like a hopeless person. Cillian thought about something.

“I think I can help you with this. I have friends who have good galleries. Some in London.”

He offered to help the young woman. I don’t know why he offered to help this strange woman as well. Maybe it was because he wanted to get to know this beautiful woman even more. She was too interesting to him to ignore.

“Really?!.... This is really good. Today I decided to go to Ms. Louis’ shop and meet you guys.” Sansa’s eyes widened and she jumped up and down with joy like a little child.

“Your work deserves to be seen. We are happy to help,” said Stephen. The young woman began to search for business cards. To hand to Cillian. It will be easier for her and him to communicate about the gallery.

“Here, my business card. If you find the gallery, you can call and inform me. I’ll contact you back to the gallery.”

She said, handing him a business card. Cillian took the business card. 'Sansa Elizabeth Arthur,' he muttered her name. He turned and smiled at the girl.

“I’ll contact you back.”

“Thank you very much.”

“But…you guys will stay. Let’s drink the entire bottle of wine first, shall we? Or will we go back?”

She asked the four big boys, while pointing to the large sofa area.

“This wine is very good. If you don’t mind, shall we talk while drinking wine?” Stephen, the eldest man in the group, replied.

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Things Between Us | Cillian Murphy x OC

Chapter 3 : Nice to Meet You

Summary: Sansa, a 26-year-old graduate student, who unexpectedly encounters a twist of fate when she comes across an actor she never knew before!

Sansa returned her attention to the remaining half of her cheeseburger, taking a large bite. While contemplating and reviewing various matters, suddenly, she felt something soft and warm around her legs—a young woman looking down to meet a small, fluffy, orange-striped creature.

"Hey! What’s up, kitty?" she greeted the little cat while fondly stroking its fur.

"Do you want to go look at the artwork in my room?" Sansa asked the little cat in a fifth-level voice. The cat used its wide eyes to look at she silently.

"That’s the answer!!" She said, extremely disappointed!

"Excuse me," someone's voice called out.

"If you don’t mind, I can help critique your work," Sansa recognized that voice—the actor Cillian! She raised her head and looked towards the owner of the voice, glancing over to his tablemate. Everyone was already looking at her and smiling in a friendly way.

"Really?" she replied with excitement.

"I’m Sansa," she introduced herself, extending her hand in front of her.

"I’m Cillian," he replied. She nodded back at him and turned her eyes towards the others at the table before reaching out and shaking hands to greet each person.

"I’m Stephen," he was in his fifties, seeming like a calm and kind person.

"I’m Fin,"

"I’m Joe," she nodded and smiled at the pair. The latter two men, she thought, were in their thirties, or maybe they were about the same age as her because they didn't look very old.

"Nice to meet you all."

"As well, we naturally like to look at art. I think it would be nice to critique your work if that’s okay with you," Cillian told her.

Sansa was clearly filled with nervousness at this moment. Damn it! She was so embarrassed to talk to strangers, but this! Is it the only way for her to know if her work is good enough for tomorrow’s professors?

The girl looked confused before answering him.

"Would it be a bother if I asked the four of you to look at my work? It would be awesome to get four different opinions," she asked them nervously.

"Sure, we’re very pleased, Sansa," the man named Stephen replied.

She took a quick look at their dining table.

"So, have you finished eating yet? Shall we go now?"

"We’re pretty full."

The young woman and the group of actors all went their separate ways and returned to their tables to pay for their own meals. Mr. Louis walked over to collect money at their table first, engaging in some small talk before coming to the girl’s table.

"How about the cheeseburger, Sansa? Is that enough to make you feel better?" the elderly man, the restaurant owner, asked her with the face of a kind old man.

"Very delicious. Your cheeseburger will always be number one in my heart," the woman replied with a happy smile.

"Excellent, Sansa. We miss you always," he said.

"You too. I’ll come and see you often."

"We are looking forward to it," Mr. Louis said before leaving.

Sansa her things and turned towards the group of actors, thinking they were probably all actors. Otherwise, they probably wouldn’t be able to come together.

"Let’s go," she nodded, indicating to the men who were already waiting for her.

They all got up and walked out of the store together.

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Things Between Us | Cillian Murphy x OC

Chapter 2 : Who is he?

Summary: Sansa, a 26-year-old graduate student, who unexpectedly encounters a twist of fate when she comes across an actor she never knew before!

All of a sudden!! The book on Sansa face, someone lifted it from her face… followed by a small, soft voice.

“What are you doing, nerd?”

Sansa opened her eyes to look. She narrowed her eyes slightly, allowing them to adjust to the light.

"Rest!" she replied curtly.

"Rest? In the middle of this restaurant!" her best friend Gigi repeated.

"Yes," she replied, half-smiling.

Gigi walked over and sat in the chair across from her.

"You really are a strange person," her friend complained before asking, "So what’s the matter? Why doesn’t her face look good?"

Sigh….! Sansa sighed.

"I’m not sure if I feel bad because I still can’t find a gallery to display my finished work or because I’m hungry."

"I think you’re just hungry!"

The young woman shrugged. "It’s true…hunger brings irritability. And arguing!" she told her friend with a frown.

Suddenly! Gigi shrieked with excitement!

"God!"

"What?"

"Huh, the man next to you is Cillian Murphy!" Gigi quickly replied.

"Who?"

"Damn it, Sansa. Don’t you know? He’s the guy who played Thomas Shelby."

"Who is he?" She still didn’t know.

"She really is a nerd! How is it to be British? Don’t know Thomas Shelby," Gigi scolded her young friend.

"Well, I haven’t seen many movies. And I came back to England for two years. Don’t you forget it!"

After finishing that sentence, Sansa glanced at the person her best friend was talking about just now….

She looked around for a moment…. He is a middle-aged man. Probably around forty years old. His sparkling light blue eyes really stood out to her. The face is slender and well-shaped, the lips are thick, the hair is in a beautiful, wavy style. She thought he looked very good at his age!

Ever since she sat here, Sansa didn’t care about anything or look at anyone. And she’s not much of a movie lover. Makes her unable to tell the difference between who should be an actor or an individual. And this person has a personality that looks like a normal person!

"He looks good," she told her friend after stopping to survey the actor.

"Hey! Gigi, what are you going to do?" Sansa shouted. Because right now, her friend is taking out her cell phone to secretly take pictures of the actor.

"Gigi, you have no right to take photos of other people in public without permission." Sansa quickly stopped her friend.

"Just one picture," Gigi replied in a hopeful whisper.

"I think it’s just the fact that he’s a celebrity. That made him tired enough as it was. You shouldn’t deprive him of his right to rest before he’s allowed, right?"

"Okay, I understand what you’re saying." The person who was scolded had a sad face. And put her cell phone down.

"I just want to have a picture of him to look at. I’m not lucky enough to see Cillian Murphy often."

Sansa looked at her friend’s face with understanding. She thought that Gigi was probably a fan of that actor because she looked clearly sad and disappointed.

"I’m fine. You can take a picture with me." A man at the next table spoke up.

Yes! The actor said Cillian Murphy!

"Really?" Gigi cried out happily. She quickly jumped out of her chair.

Her expression and eyes looked extremely happy.

"Please take a picture for me."

Gigi hands Sansa her cell phone. Please help be the cameraman for her and that actor.

"Smile," Sansa told them both before pressing the shutter to take three or four pictures.

Now her best friend walked back and sat down at the table like a winner. With a mouth that smiles and refuses to close!

"How am I?"

"Both are cute. Unbelievable," Sansa replied, half-sarcastic to her best friend before turning to the actor, "Thank you for taking the time to take a photo with her a moment ago."

"But what do you have today? Why did you invite me out?" Sansa’s best friend asked curiously.

"I want you to help critique the finals. I have to send them to the professor tomorrow."

"Um! I don’t think it will happen today."

Sansa’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. When her friend had such a negative expression, it was unusual because normally Gigi never rejected her. No matter what, Gigi is always ready by she side. But this time it’s not!

Sansa narrowed her eyes, a mischievous smile curling the corners of her mouth, before using the persuasive course that she usually uses to attack Gigi.

"Please, please Gigi…. If I don’t have you, I cannot criticize any work in my own life."

The young woman grabbed her best friend’s wrist and held her. Sansa began to press her lips sweetly…. Sniff…. Before pulling the back of Gigi’s hand and rubbing it on her own left cheek. With a soft kiss all over the back of that hand.

"Please, Gigi, na….Gigi."

And the coolest trick she likes to use is the purring sound of little kittens.

"Please, Gigi, nuh…ngh…na…meow…meow na na." Her cheek continued to rub the back of Gigi hand without stopping.

She increased the pressure with her eyes sparkling from tears. Pretending to squeeze to attack her dear friend, found something like this… Anyway, Gigi will definitely accept her!

"Okay, okay, stop…stop it! Stop making that little cat sound," Gigi said half-laughing. Ready to pull out her hand.

"Today I really couldn’t go help her criticize her work. I have an appointment with David’s parents."

She made a serious face, ready to explain the reasons. "I also had to stay at his house. Because tomorrow we’re going to have a picnic in Scotland."

The young woman listened to her best friend’s answer. She leaned over and crossed her arms over her chest in dissatisfaction.

"You’re the meanest witch of this century!" Sansa angrily cursed at Gigi.

"You’re also the naughtiest girl I’ve ever met," she replied to Sansa, amused.

"Brae!!" The girl stuck out her tongue at her best friend instead of answering.

Sansa is currently busy drinking a chocolate cheese milkshake, which the employee had just served to her a moment ago.

"I think you need a partner."

Her best friend turned and spoke in a serious tone while staring at the young woman with concern.

"What do you mean?" Sansa were confused by her friend’s words.

"I think you should find a boyfriend. Or go party, make friends, socialize, and you should have friends other than me," Gigi said.

"I party a lot."

"Drinking wine, listening to music and dancing alone in the apartment. That’s not called a party, Sansa!" Gigi roared!

"I already have you as a friend. There is no need for more."

She replied because she really thought this way.

"But you can’t have me as your only friend for the rest of your life, you know that? You should get to know other people."

Sigh!....Sansa sighed.

"Oh, Gigi! You know I'm not good at interacting with other people. It's too difficult for me."

"I just want you to stop being so introverted and have other friends. The fact that you're so wrapped up in being alone like this is not good at all. I'm worried about you, you know that?" Her friend complained lamentably.

"Are you annoyed with me now?"

"Crazy... I've never been annoyed by you. I just feel bad when you need help. But I can't help you."

Her best friend looked at the young woman with concern and continued, "I just want you to have someone to help you when you need it."

Sansa looked at her friend with fond eyes. She understood Gigi’s concern for her. But damn! Having to socialize or interact with other people is so... There was no one around her that she felt close to, except for this one person, Gigi. Gigi was like a friend, an older sister, and the two of them grew up together. Both of them are like members of the same family. And allowing herself to make friends with people she doesn’t know is very difficult. The girl was too embarrassed to talk to anyone!

"Hey... I’m okay. I’ll find a way out, okay? You don’t have to worry," Sansa replied, giving Gigi a reassuring smile.

"I’m telling the truth. You should have someone," her friend continued to say with a serious expression.

"I'm fine, and I like it. Just being happy with the things I care about is enough, right?" She replied to her dear friend.

Repeat what she think so that Gigi understands and is comfortable.

Before Mr. Louis, the owner of the shop, walked up to the table of the two young women.

"Hello, Ms. Gigi. How are you? Do you want to get anything?"

"No, today I just came out to look for this kid. I'll be gone in a moment."

"Okay." Mr. Louis turned to Sansa.

"Here! Sansa, your favorite juicy cheeseburger." He placed the plate of the cheeseburger in front of her.

A large cheeseburger was placed on a plate, complemented with crispy fried potatoes, and the meat was extremely juicy.

"Wow! It looks delicious. Thank you." She replied to him with the utmost happiness in her voice before lifting the cheeseburger plate and looking at it with delight.

"How is it going? The cheeseburger... Are you ready to be happy in my life?" Sansa said to the cheeseburger.

Kick... Kick... The sound of her best friend’s suppressed laughter rang out. "Did you know? I want others to see your cuteness. Just like what I’m seeing right now." The person’s voice was full of affection for the person in front of her.

Lol... Lol... Sansa laughed at her friend before joking, “You mean, you want to see a crazy person talk to a cheeseburger?”

"True, she’s a crazy girl who always does weird things." The two women laughed at each other.

Sansa picked up the cheeseburger and considered it before taking a bite.

"God," her eyes widened!

"Damn it! This cheeseburger is very delicious. It’s like going to heaven!" The young woman exclaimed, praising without stopping her mouth.

"Sansa…." A small voice interrupted.

"Cheeseburgers can’t get you to heaven. Sex can!"

"Stop it, Gigi!" She looked at her best friend’s face with a confused expression.

"Did you know? If I were beautiful like you, smart like you, I’d be going out every day and sweeping up men all over London."

Sansa’s eyes widened... Gigi’s words really made her unable to believe it. With this friend...

"Oh my gosh, Gigi, you’re a doctor, why are you giving me this kind of advice?" She blamed her dear friend before continuing to say, "Remember Sean O’Connell’s line from Mitty?"

"True beauty. Not looking for attention," the two girls said in unison, and Sansa reinforced her will…

"And I can tell you that. If I had to choose between a man and a cheeseburger. I’d prefer a cheeseburger." She replied to her best friend in an irritated mood.

"Of course… because you don’t know how to have sex yet!!!" Gigi shot back at the person in front of her with the expression of an extremely bored person.

"Stop talking about it! You’re making me nauseous. Can I be happy with this cheeseburger for just ten seconds?" Sansa was annoyed and embarrassed because this was in the middle of a restaurant.

Gigi tried to say something, but Sansa quickly raised her hand to cut her off. Ready to count on fingers according to seconds. One…two…three at her best friend. Before the girl could stop teasing, because right now, Gigi’s expression doesn’t look very happy with her actions.

"Okay, okay, I’m sorry," she apologized to make her best friend’s mood better.

"Uh!... But are you coming back yet?" Sansa realized. Just the other day, she had accidentally composed a song, and today she brought that song notebook with her. Sansa wanted her friends to critique her lyrics.

"Not yet. I’m going to stay with you for a while and then go to David’s house."

"Then would you please critique the song I composed? I just put in the melody. Not sure if it’s good or not. In any case, you can’t stay and help critique the finals for me."

"Sure, let me take a look."

Sansa quickly turned around and searched for the notebook in her bag, then handed it to her friend to see.

"Will you let me sing to you? So that you can understand the melody."

“Sure! Sing it.”

" ..Your Words Are Sweeter Than Honey You Nourish My Soul

Oh Just To Know You Is To Love Come And Make Me Whole

Take Me To The River I Will Swim I Will Swim

Take Me To The River I Will Swim I Will Swim. "

Sansa wasn’t sure if she sang well or not, but she tried to sing to Gigi. Will her understand the melody and content as completely as possible? She noticed that Gigi’s expression looked amazed. Her best friend sat still, listening intently with a bright smile on her face.

“There you are! Will you be good at everything? And damn! I never knew your voice was this beautiful.”

Sansa rolled her eyes and looked up at her friend.

“I sing 'Happy Birthday' to you every year. How can you not know what I sound like?” she reminded with a laugh.

“True, but it’s not the same,” Gigi laughed.

“So, how was it? Is the melody enough? Does it go well with the lyrics?”

“That’s great. But I wonder how you can write such a profound love song even though you’ve never been in love?” The listener’s eyebrows furrowed curiously.

“People don’t have to be in love to write love songs. Just add your imagination and feelings. I wrote this song because I read a book about it. Love is a river,” Sansa answered proudly.

“You really are incredible,” Gigi replied with a mysterious smile.

“I think I’ll try adding some piano notes. Not sure if it will turn out well or not?”

“Try it! I definitely think you did a great job. But now I have to go,” said the female friend.

“Are you leaving now?” The person being told goodbye sat with a sad face.

“Um, you can do it, right? It means criticizing the work. You have to help yourself. Please help yourself.”

“I think I can do it. It must have been rubbed away,” she replied.

Gigi packed up her things, got up, and prepared to leave. “I’m leaving.”

A close female friend walked half a step away from the table. Finally, she turned to look at the girl who was now sitting with a sad face.

"Stop giving me that face," she tells Sansa, laughing.

“What kind of face?” Sansa asked her best friend. Because she knows that this face will make Gigi’s heart soften and come back to her every time.

“You little puppy face with droopy ears and a droopy tail. Anyone who sees this must give up,” she said, returning to sit down in her original position.

“Hey, listen, I’ve known you since you were five years old. I love you so much. You're like my sister. We're like blood brothers.”

Gigi said, holding Sansa’s hand.

“Do you know that in my life I know a lot of people? But I’ve never met anyone as talented, smart, and gifted as you,” Gigi tells Sansa with heartfelt feelings.

“Don’t be kidding…she’s a doctor. That means you have to meet only talented people,” she replied as if she didn’t believe those words.

“That’s right! But you’re not like anyone, you know? You always manage to amaze me with your abilities. You’re good at almost everything. When I find out that you are good at this, you will have other things to surprise me. Can she do this too? Yes! That’s probably because you’re a nerd,” Gigi joked, laughing.

“Stop making fun of me!” Sansa who was praised folded her arms and scowled!

“Alright! I haven’t seen that finale yet. But I’m sure that piece must be excellent. Just like you always do. You’re very talented, you know? But you just lack confidence. You must have more confidence. And you have to believe that you can do it, okay?” Gigi encouraged her friend.

Before adding that, “Or if you really can’t criticize your own work. You can take a photo and send it to me. I’ll have David critique it as well."

Sigh…! Sansa sighed.

“It’s okay, art has to be seen with your own eyes. If you don’t see those images with your own eyes, you won’t understand what I’m about to say. Come on, I’m fine. I’ll find my own way. You go!” Sansa also said to her best friend. Sad tone. But she kept her feelings down because she didn’t want her to worry.

“Okay.” Gigi stood up and reached out to ruffle the girl’s hair.

“Go on, nerd. You can definitely do it.” With a hand still rubbing his head like that,

“Stop treating me like a child. I’m twenty-six already, Gigi,” she replied, looking half-annoyed and half-embarrassed.

“You’ll always be my little five year old,” Gigi pinched Sansa’s chin. Ready to shake gently. To convey the love and affection that she has for this young girl.

They embraced and kissed each other goodbye.

“Bye, witch.”

“Bye, Nerd.”

Then best friend walked away.

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Things Between Us | Cillian Murphy x OC

Chapter 1 : The Beginning

Summary: Sansa, a 26-year-old graduate student, who unexpectedly encounters a twist of fate when she comes across an actor she never knew before!

Warnings: This fic contains explicit content related to sexuality and various age relationships. The content is not suitable for individuals under the age of 18. *The entire story is a work of fiction. All characters, time periods, and places in the story are purely imaginary. Note: This fic is relatively lengthy. If there is sufficient readership, it may be updated continuously. The content is purely the author's imagination and is not related to the actors. There is no intention to disrespect or cause harm to the actors in any way. Please use discretion when reading.* Talk: This is my first attempt at writing a fic, and English is not my native language. If there are any mistakes, I apologize in advance. Feel free to comment and provide feedback.

November, 2022

Bad Day!!!!

“I’m trying to find a gallery to host an art exhibition for a graduate with my own master’s degree, but I still can’t find it. Even though this exhibition will be held at the beginning of next month!”

"Damn it! Doing things by oneself is really tiring," Sansa, a twenty-six-year-old young female graduate student, murmured about the situation she was in.

London, a beautiful city, is a dream place for many people, and Sansa is another resident of this city, her hometown. In fact, the young woman had only been back in London for two years, having studied in America at the age of seventeen before returning to pursue a master's degree in England again. After being away for so long!

At present, Sansa is about to graduate with a master's degree within the next month. However, before she could finish, She must organize an art exhibition for her graduation, and it's been almost a month now!

She hasn't been able to find a gallery to showcase her work yet, probably because this is the art festival season held all over London throughout the month. This makes it very difficult for Sansa to find good galleries, as everyone needs a place to display their work!

Sansa thought… this would be the end for her!

The girl picked up her favorite headphones and put them on, selecting her personal playlist. Her right arm held a drawing board, and her left arm carried a bag filled with books that she had just stopped by to buy.

Adding to her own chaos, she picked up her favorite book, which she hadn't finished reading yet, while on a trip to her favorite restaurant in Soho, central London. She is living in her own world, cutting off the chaos from her surroundings—a world full of music, literature, and pleasure that she easily finds from the letters in front.

Sansa stopped in front of Mr. Louis' shop, located on the corner of Soho Street. She always has a table that she likes to sit at—a wall-mounted table, the only one of its kind. Even though there is another table nearby, not too far apart, her table is the most private of all the tables in the restaurant. Miss Louise always prepared this table for she when she needed it.

'He is the kindest,' she admired the shop owner.

The young woman walked towards her usual table, ready to read books and listen to music. She doesn't usually pay much attention to her surroundings, tending to only care about things that she wants to care about. Everything else is just the air or atmosphere around her.

She placed a drawing board next to the wall, always choosing to sit in the chair on the left. Checking, putting away her headphones, and hanging her bag next to the chair, she picked up the book she had left reading, placing it on the table to wait for further reading.

Sansa noticed that at the table next to her, there was a group of people sitting, but she didn't care much about them. She even got annoyed because she felt a little uncomfortable not being able to sit in private in this area alone.

Before Mr. Louis walked in to welcome her,

"Hello, Sansa," he smiled at the girl as always.

"Hello, Miss Louis."

"How are you today?"

Ah, the expression on her face probably says it all.

"Pretty bad. Many things are not in my favor today," she replied with a sad expression.

"Oh, is there anything in this store that will help you feel better? Do you want it as usual?"

She smiled back at the man around her father’s age who owned the shop.

"Then I’d like a cheeseburger as usual. This time, I’d like something juicy, and I’d like a chocolate milkshake with cheese," she said, winking at him like a close friend.

Sansa really likes the cheeseburgers here. They're so delicious you’ll be begging for you life!

"Sure. I’ll inform the chef to prepare a cheeseburger. The juiciest and most special for you. Wait twenty to thirty minutes, and in a moment, we’ll bring you a milkshake."

"Thank you,"

she thought, even though today was a bad day! At least, she got to eat something delicious to comfort herself!

After finishing ordering food, Sansa picked up the book and continued reading. She likes to read books very much. It’s like it’s her thirty-third organ. The more she reads, the more she enjoys the story. Books often make her feel like she’s immersed in the writing.

"Hello,"

Sansa looked up slightly at the owner of the voice.

"Hello," she replied and continued reading!

"I’m Tom."

The young man introduced himself. Sansa looked up at him again. Tom is considered to be a good-looking man, and his demeanor seems like that of a good-natured person.

She smiled at him but didn’t reply. Pretty bad manners, right? But yes! Sansa doesn’t want to continue talking to Tom. She just wanted to read a book quietly, only by herself!

“What is your name?”

Damn it! She thought, these men! You really are such a pushover. Sigh!… She probably have to respond politely.

“Sansa.”

“I saw you walking with a drawing board. Are you an artist, Sansa?”

“I’m an art major.”

Before she lowered her head and continued reading her book. ‘Shit,’ She thought to herself. She’s not good at talking. It was always difficult for her.

“Oh…wow, that’s really great.” Tom didn’t seem to relent.

“I really want to see your work. Can I have your IG so I can follow your work?”

She thought for a moment before answering him,

“I’m sorry. I don’t use social media.”

Tom’s face looked disappointed. “Then can I have your number instead?”

What is this!? Sansa cursed in thought.

“I only have my personal number, and I still want it to be private. I can’t give it to you; I’m sorry.”

Tom’s face was now extremely disappointed. Before Tom got up, preparing to walk back to his table. “You are very beautiful.”

Tom turned around and spoke before walking away from her table…

Sansa didn’t feel a thing at the compliment. She just kept her head down and continued reading. Because this wasn’t the first time she had encountered a situation like this. And she really doesn’t like it!! From an event just a moment ago, this made she feel a bit uneasy after being interrupted from reading and made her not in the mood to read further.

The young woman took off her leather jacket before folding it thick, then put it on the back. Then, she took out the curling iron, shook and spread it around before leaning back in the chair and relaxing. She raised her face to the soft afternoon sunlight, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes… picking up the book and putting it down to rest her eyes from the light that shines in. And now, her mind is calmer…

On another side, four young men were drinking coffee and talking about the job they had just interviewed for today.

“How was your film interview today, Cillian?” a fellow screenwriter asked, a forty-six-year-old young actor.

“Excellent,” he replied.

While Cillian was talking with his screenwriter friend Steve, his eyes caught sight of a woman! ‘Wow, what a beautiful woman!’

he thought. She had large, bright green eyes, long eyelashes, dark, well-lined eyebrows, a curved nose that complemented her sharp jaw, full, pink lips, slender and chubby. That sharp face fits perfectly with hair that is loosely tied. And there was a small tangled strand of hair. It fell down on her left cheek, making her look so strikingly beautiful that he had to turn and look!

Cillian saw her carrying a pile of things. One hand holding a book, another person holds a large chalkboard. She also had headphones over her ears. He noticed that she wasn't looking or paying attention to anything around her, and he thought that she should definitely come sit at the empty table next to his! Personally, he didn’t want anyone to sit at that table because it will give him and his friends more privacy.

But it’s okay!! It would be good if she came and sat. ‘Because she is quite beautiful.’ That made him feel somewhat satisfied.

The older male actor occasionally glanced at the unknown woman but didn’t pay much attention to her until a man walked up to her.

‘Is he going to be her boyfriend?’ Cillian thought.

His and hers’ tables were not too far apart, allowing him to hear their conversation. And from the conversation, Cillian then knew… that the young man just came to flirt with her. He was quite surprised at the young woman’s expression. Plus, she acted clearly bored. She could deny that young man almost every sentence. If he were that man, he would have given up.

Cillian was surprised when she said that she doesn’t use social media. It was strange for a woman her age that most people are addicted to social media. She refused to give the man her number with the most ingenious reason, he thought, ‘Her are very clever.’

Before he returned to chatting with his tablemates. But then… ‘Fuck?!’ She took off that black leather jacket! His and his tablemates’ eyes immediately turned towards her.

Damn it! He didn’t want to look at all, but he really couldn’t help but glance at the position of the girl and him. It makes the two of them look like they’re sitting next to each other, probably only an arm’s length apart. Making him see her clearly! Her skin is white and smooth, contrasting with the black strapless, making it even more interesting to look at. Her figure is just as beautiful, with her face, especially when she unwrapped her hair and spread it out.

‘Damn!’ he thought, this was one of the most beautiful pictures he had ever seen. Her side view was strikingly beautiful. Her nose was high and slender, sharply contrasting with her jaw. He swallowed. Can’t stop glancing at this beautiful young woman!!!

She stimulated him even more when he smelled a faint scent, soft and sweet. He had never smelled anything like this before.

It’s so mysteriously fascinating?

Cillian thought. This girl is quite interesting. Not from her face or figure, but it’s her personality that doesn’t seem to care about anything. She fell asleep in the middle of the restaurant, took the book and covered her face. It’s like there’s only her in this area. She didn’t even turn to look or pay attention to their table, which really made him feel at ease.

He’s starting to like her!!

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