Black Swan Seduction

Black Swan Seduction – Part 1

Natalie had gotten up early to watch the 2012 Oscar nominations. It brought back memories of doing the same the morning she had been nominated for Black Swan.

The movie had been hard work, but very rewarding, and that was before all the talk of award nominations, but there had been a scene Natalie had dreaded from the start, that being the lesbian sex scene between herself and her friend Mila Kunis.

Just the slight thought of it sent tingles through Natalie’s entire body, as she let a particular memory wash over her, remembering each aspect of a certain night in vivid detail, just so she could momentarily give in to it …the night her black swan was seduced.

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It had been a day of shooting the scene Natalie had been dreading so much. She tried so hard to lose herself in the role, but it had been just so awkward she knew without needing to be told that it wasn’t good enough

In the end they had wrapped up early with the intention of continuing again tomorrow, although Natalie didn’t know if she could take another day of shooting that scene, not because the whole thing had felt awkward, that she had prepared for, what she couldn’t have possibly prepared for and were struggling to handle was a very different feeling which was both unwelcome and terrifying for the actress.

The unwelcome and terrifying feeling had made Natalie hesitant to except Mila’s invitation to come over to her hotel room for a little girl time, but Mila had worn her down and she had somehow convinced herself that it would re-establish normality between them.

It didn’t work. Casual conversation had felt just as awkward if not more as the earlier kissing, long pauses of deafening silence filling the air when they had spoken so freely before.

Natalie didn’t drink when she had to film the next day, and she didn’t drink much even when she was free next day, but it hadn’t taken much on this occasion for Mila to talk Natalie into just one little glass of wine, or a second, or a third, until she simply lost count.

At that point normality was finally restored a little bit, but there was this tension in the air that hadn’t been there before.

Then Mila said something which made Natalie cough up her drink and exclaim, “What?”

“We should practice.” Mila repeated nonchalantly.

“The… the scene?” Natalie questioned in a hushed tone.

“Yes the scene.” Mila laughed, and then when she saw the look on Natalie’s face clarified, “What? We didn’t practice before today and you obviously didn’t feel comfortable with it, so maybe a little practice would make you feel more comfortable.”

“I don’t think so.” Natalie quickly said dismissively.

“Why not?” Mila asked.

“Well…” Natalie began, her brain desperately searching for a good reason, “its two totally different environments. On the set we’re surrounded by people, here we’re alone…”

“So, we can practice here and then tomorrow when there’s people around you can just imagine we’re alone. Then you might not feel so awkward.” Mila interrupted.

“That wasn’t the problem.” Natalie protested.

“Then what was?” Mila countered.

“I… I don’t know.” Natalie lied.

There was silence for a few moments and then Mila smiled softly.

“Do I really need to point out the irony of the situation?” Mila asked. All Natalie could seem to do was stare at her blankly so Mila sighed and said, “You’re just like your character in the movie. You’re sweet and wholesome, the perfect White Swan, but you need to loosen up and get in touch with your inner Black Swan.”

Another silence followed before Mila argued, “I mean, what are you afraid of?”

Mila had looked at Natalie expectantly as Natalie made one final attempt to think of a good excuse not too, and when that failed she simply forced a smile and said, “Nothing, I guess.”

“Good…” Mila said, downing her latest glass of wine before gently leaning over to cup Natalie’s face and gently bring it closer to hers, “So just trust me, ok?”

Natalie opened her mouth to insist that she at least finish her wine first, but before she could utter a syllable Mila’s sweet lips were pressing softly against her own, Natalie barely having the presence of mind to lean over to place her glass down on the table before the kiss became too passionate.

However unlike the scene this kiss didn’t have the same ferocity.