The Day I Met You FanFiction

Chapter 1

Portia’s POV

I groan and turn over looking for the source of the horrendous noise that is pounding through my head. Thinking it is my alarm I reach out to turn it off to realise that it is already turned off. I sit up and immediately the pounding in my head gets worse.

“ uhh, god how much did I drink last night?” I mutter to myself before attempting to continue to find the source of that dreadful noise. Realising it is coming from the floor somewhere I reach down to find my phone. Looking at the screen I see that Mark my agent is calling me.

“H-ello?” I mumble answering the phone.

“Portia! Are you alive?!” he says cheerily.

“God…speak quietly!” I groan putting my hand to my head as if it would magically stop it from hurting.

“Hahaa, sore head this morning?”

“Just a little…” I attempt a laugh.

“Anyway Port, take some pills because the magazine you shot for the other day need to retake one of the photos. I know it’s your day off and you were meant to be meeting Francesca but they’re desperate for this photo. Is that okay?”

“mmmmm, I guess it’ll have to be.” I pause thinking about how mad Francesca going to be when I have to cancel on her again. “When do you need me by then? And where?” I ask.

“ASAP really to be honest. They need to squeeze you in between two other people and same place.”

“Okay, thanks Mark. I’ll let you know how it goes.”

“Thanks. Bye” he says and hangs up. I flick onto my messages inbox to see two messages. One from my mom that says:

Hey Port.

Sorry if this wakes you! Your brother called and said you had got the job! Congrats! Call me when you can.

Lots of love

Xx

I smile, realising how long it’s been since I had time to ring my mom properly. The time difference between here and Australia make it so difficult to find a time. I make a mental note to ring her when I get back from the shoot before clicking onto the next message which reads:

Morning you!

Hows your head this morning? ;) Not too sore I hope, I have plans for today. Let me know when your up and I’ll be round.

Love you,

Fran xxxxxx

I type a quick reply back letting her know I can’t make it and wander off to find some pills.

1 hour later…

“Fantastic Portia you’re here” I hear someone shout from across the room. I am then quickly ushered into a make-up room. Once I am sat comfortably and the make-up artist has begun to recreate the same make-up I had on last week I look at the text I had received on the way here.

Oh okay, that’s fine don’t worry. Sorry you got called in! Hope it goes well. Meal tonight?

Love you,

Fran xxxxx

I smile and tap out a reply to say I’d call her once I was out. Once I am dressed the man who was in charge of the shoot comes over too me.

“Sorry about this Portia, we’re running a little behind schedule today so if you wouldn’t mind waiting about half an hour we’d appreciate it?”

“Yeah sure, don’t worry about it. I’ll grab some lunch or something. But don’t worry I won’t ruin my make-up” I say giving him a cheeky grin. I make my way outside to one of the little café’s around the corner, buy my lunch and head back towards the studio. On the way I notice a Porsche parked up next to my clapped out old car and wonder whose it could be. I dismiss it as one of the people in charge of the magazine the shoot is for and carry on inside looking forward to my lunch. I find myself a table at the back of the room, grab a magazine and begin to eat my lunch.

“Elllllleeeeen” I hear the man who had spoken to me earlier shout across the room. I look up and my eyes meet those of the woman who had changed so much for me and other people like me in the business. Immediately I feel my breath hitch in my chest and my cheeks start to go red. To try and regain some of the embarrassment I had just lost I smiled at her and looked back to my magazine. I faintly hear a discussion between Ellen and the man in the background but try to ignore it by focusing, perhaps too intently, on the magazine in front of me.

“Hey, I’m Ellen” I vaguely hear from somewhere in the room. ‘Gosh even the sound of her voice is attractive’ I think to myself.

“Hello?” I look up and realise that she’s talking to me.

“Oh, Hey.” I stutter out making a complete fool of myself. I try to regain some composure but I can’t take my eyes off the woman in front of me. I swear I don’t know what is happening to me I’ve never felt this way before.

“Sorry, I’m in a world of my own today” I manage to splutter out. I am amazed I can even string together a coherent sentence as my heart feels as though it is about to burst out of my chest.

“Ahh, that’s okay, do you mind if I sit down? I have to wait a while for my shoot and some company wouldn’t help” she says pointing to the chair and giving me a little wink. I swear in that moment my heart stops. Somehow I manage to communicate that she can sit down.

“Are you okay? You look a bit a dazed?” Ellen asks concerned.

“Yeahh..sorry, I went out last night had a few too many then got woken up by my manager this morning to come for this” I say as I recover.

“Ahh, I know that feeling too well” she laughs and her dazzlingly blue eyes light up. For the first time since she walked in I am able to take her beauty in. ‘What are you doing Portia you have a girlfriend’ I think to myself, kicking out of the daydream like state I’ve been in for the last 10 minutes.

“So, what brings you here?” she asks.

“Well I had the same shoot last week but they needed to retake some of the shots so I got a call this morning to see if I could pop back in”

“Ahh, I see.” She replies and it occurs to me that I haven’t actually introduced myself to her yet.

“Sorry, I’m so rude I haven’t actually introduced myself. I’m Portia.” I say then pause before nervously adding “De Rossi. Portia De Rossi.” I laugh realising what a mess I’d made of introducing myself.

“Oh don’t worry about it. But it’s a pleasure to meet you Portia” she laughs then looks me in the eye with the warmest of smiles. I noticed the same look in her eye that I’d had since she walked into the room. ‘No Portia stop being silly this is Ellen DeGeneres. What would she see in you?’ I keep saying to myself.

“And you” I say smiling. We continue to chat for about an hour about anything and everything. I tell her about my family and the various shows I’ve been in. We chat briefly about her career but I try to steer clear of her coming out as I’m not ready for people to know and although in my heart I feel I can trust her I’m just not comfortable about talking about that yet. Luckily before the conversation topic can move onto anything related to that the man who had welcomed me to the shoot comes over.

“Portia, we’re ready for you now” he says gesturing across the room to the white backdrop.

“Okay, thank you” I say to him before turning to Ellen and saying “Well, thanks for the company it was great to meet you, I guess I’ll see you at an event sometime soon” I laugh. For some reason I really do not want to leave.

“You too Portia. It was great to have a chat and I should be thanking you for the company I was the one who rudely interrupted your peace and quiet” she laughs.

“No honestly, don’t worry about it. I’ve loved talking to you. Have a good shoot, I’ll see you soon.” I flash her a smile and follow the man onto the backdrop.

Ellen’s POV

She flashes a smile at me before following Craig onto the set and my knees go weak. ‘Gosh she is gorgeous’ I think to myself before reminding myself that there is no way that she would be gay. I sigh and sink back into my chair, picking up the magazine she had left behind. For some reason I just can’t concentrate on the magazine and all I can think about is her. I decide to stand up and walk over to where I can see what is going on in the shoot. Portia notices me as I walk behind the photographer and lean up against the wall on the other side of the wall. She smiles at me and I watch as she expertly manipulates the camera so much so that the photographer barely has to input upon where or how he would like her to stand. For the entire shoot I cannot take my eyes off her. ‘She is so gorgeous and oh my god those legs..” I begin to think to myself before coming to my senses as the photographer calls time on her shoot. She stands up, thanks the photographer and collects her things. I wave expecting her to disappear out the back door but instead I see her walking over towards me. Before she can reach me Craig steps in and asks me to step onto the backdrop ready for my shoot. I try to quickly usher him away but by the time he has finished Portia is gone. I can’t hide the disappointment on my face and I wonder if I’ll ever see her again.

Chapter 2 (6 Months Later..)

Ellen’s POV

I finish the final rehearsal and walk off stage towards my dressing room. I am both excited but a little bit nervous for tonight. It’s the first time I’ve hosted anything of this size since the Grammy Awards in 1997. ‘Gosh that feels like a lifetime ago’ I think to myself. I have to say I am so grateful for this opportunity, it was only a few years ago I was fighting for a sales job after my sitcom was cancelled. I reach my dressing room and flop onto the sofa. After the 9/11 attacks a few months ago the show got cancelled twice and since then we have been working non-stop to re-script the show. I grab my phone off the coffee table and send a quick text to Alex to let her know that the rehearsal has finished. I look at the clock on the wall which shows around 3 hours till showtime so I decide to have a quick nap on the sofa.

Portia’s POV

*Knock Knock Knock*

“Coming! Hang on” I shout through the house.

I open the door and a man stands beaming back at me whilst handing over the dress I had been supplied with for the night.

“Your Dress M’am” he says and I notice the subtle hint of an English accent.

“Thank you” I say signing for the dress.

“Thank you, have a good evening!” he says walking off down the yard.

2 Hours Later…

I am sat in the limo waiting in the queue of cars to step out onto the red carpet. I am slightly nervous turning up on my own this evening but I know I’m not ready to step out with Fran yet. I text her earlier to apologise again for not being able to bring her but she was as understanding as ever. Within a few minutes I am stepping out of the limo onto the red carpet and into a sea of flashes and “PORTIA PORTIA OVER HERE”. I pose and smile at the cameras before making my way down the red carpet. I stop for a few interviews before spotting some of my Ally McBeal co-stars. We stand in the entrance hall for a while chatting and catching up as it has been a while since we filmed the series that is currently being broadcasted. I see a few people I recognise and do the traditional hug and small talk before we make our way into the auditorium to take our seats.

Ellens POV

“Welcome to the 53^rd Primetime Emmy Awards. Please Welcome your host for the evening Miss Ellen Degeneres”

I hear the music and take my cue to walk out onto the stage my nerves disappearing the moment I take my first step. I deliver the monologue and welcome the first set of hosts onto the stage. The whole show goes right to plan and the audience seem to appreciate the toned down jokes in memory of 9/11. That is until Ally McBeal win the award for best comedy series. I begin to clap and then notice that Portia is climbing the stairs towards me. In that moment my heart stops and the nerves I had previously shed came tumbling back at me like a ton of bricks. I congratulate Calista who comes up onto the stage first then Portia catches my eye so I hug her and hope that she hadn’t seen me checking her out the entire time she had been walking onto the stage. But wow she looked beautiful tonight. Dressed in a pink halter neck dress with diamonds that emphasised her curves I just could not take my eyes off her. It was then that I realised they were all nearly off the stage after accepting the award and I snapped back into reality to continue to show.

Portia’s POV

I am making my way to the bar after the show ends to order myself a drink which will hopefully take the edge off my embarrassment from earlier. I am absolutely mortified. I had been watching Ellen gracefully entertain the audience all evening but when it came for my turn to walk up onto the stage with the rest of the cast to collect our award I had turned to jelly. Walking up the stage I couldn’t stomach to look at her because I knew I would completely lose it. I watched Calista go over to hug her and wish that it was me she was hugging. I noticed Calista continue to walk on towards the presenters to collect the award and then Ellen walking towards me. By this point my heart was beating out of my chest but I somehow managed to smile and feel myself be enveloped into what I can only describe as the best hug of my life. Her arms perfectly fit into mine and I melted into her embrace. I felt a heart thumping which I could only imagine was my own and the realisation that she can probably feel it too hit me. The embarrassment forced me to quickly pull back away from her but I saw a hint of disappointment in her face and began to worry that I offended her by pulling back too quickly. I was still milling over this when I realised that the cast had finished the speech and were beginning to walk off the stage. From then until now I keep running that moment over in my head. I reach the bar within the function room of the after party and plonk myself on the bar stool.

“Vodka and Coke please” I ask the barman.

“Coming right up!” he announces cheerfully which further downs my mood.

Once I receive my drink I sit for a while trying to get my head around my feelings. I just can’t seem to get a grip of myself around this woman but I know there is no way she would ever feel the same way about me and what about Fran? It was then I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“Do you like to be alone? Or to I just happen to bump into you at the wrong times?” I hear a familiar voice giggle behind me.

“Well..I guess you could call it bad timing” I laugh and turn around to see those beautiful sea-blue eyes lock onto mine. ‘What am I doing? I have a girlfriend, stop flirting Portia’ I think to myself.

“Ah, well seeing as you are alone mind if I join you?”

“Of course not, would you like a drink?”

“Ill get them” she says before asking the barman for another drink for myself and the same for her. “How are you anyway? That photoshoot seems like a lifetime ago”

We continue to chat for a few hours before the bar starts to close up. A few of Ellen’s friends walk over and she asks them to pop round to hers for a drink. I say hello before they leave.

“You want to come and join us?” Ellen asks and I begin to panic. This has gone too far as it is, I have a girlfriend and how could I ever date Ellen I just could not deal with the media. I then realise that I am probably running away with myself and that Ellen is probably just being friendly. I decline the offer anyway stating that I had already arranged to meet a friend after the show.

“Anyway she’s probably already waiting for me so I’d better head off. It’s been great talking to you” I fluster and quickly grab all my things together. We say our goodbyes and I head for the exit jumping in one of cars waiting outside.

“Fuck” I say to myself thinking about what just happened. A massive part of me wanted to go with her but I just couldn’t.

Chapter 3

Portias POV

After the day I’d had the last thing I wanted to be doing was getting all dressed up for a party. Since Ally McBeal had finished I’ve spent so much time at home reading scripts for new shows between filming guest episodes on various shows. On one hand it should be really good as I get to spend a lot more time with Fran. However, today is one of those days that I wish I could get out to have a bit of a break. We have been arguing a lot more lately and it is starting to take a toll on me. Although she has helped me through an awful lot and I’ve started to become a lot more comfortable within my own sexuality since I have been with her the arguments are starting to take over my life. I decide that although I am shattered it might be good for me to go out for a bit and have a break. The party was for a good friend of mine as well and I didn’t feel like I could let him down. I quickly got ready and found the card I had brought a few days ago before calling for a cab.

Ellens POV

Walking into the party I searched for Jerry the birthday boy. After greeting a few people on my quest to find him I spotted him talking to Portia in the far corner of the house. She looked gorgeous as ever in a slim black floor-length dress with a black wool wrap around her shoulders. After our last conversation I felt a bit nervous to go over and speak to her. I wasn’t sure whether she was telling the truth when she ran from the Emmy Awards or not but I could of sworn that she had felt the connection between us too. Since then I had resigned myself to the fact that the feelings were only one sided. Although thinking about it now that shouldn’t stop us from being friends so I continue walking towards where she and Jerry are talking.

“Hey Birthday Boy!” I shout over the music patting him on the back.

“Ellen! Thank you” he says as I hand him the card and pull him into a hug.

“It’s okay, Hey Portia” I say before hugging her in the same way. ‘My god this feels so good, no stop it Ellen she’s not interested. Your just friends. Friends Ellen.’ I say too myself.

“Hey Ellen” she smiles sweetly.

“So how are you both? Good Birthday?” I ask.

“Great thank you! I’ve had a blast” Jerry replies.

“Same here, just been reading scripts really” Portia say’s.

“Ah I know that feeling, so have you had the birthday bumps yet Jerry?” I laugh trying to poke him in the side.

“OI ELLEN! SSSSTOP ITTT” Jerry laughs. I stop and the three of us burst out laughing.

“Ah well this has slightly been fun but I suppose I’d better go speak to some of the other guests” Jerry laughs before thanking us for coming and walking off to mingle. I watch him walk off then turn to Portia expecting things to be a bit awkward. However, we chat and dance for most of the night as though we have known each other all of our lives. I still can’t seem to shake the feeling that there might be something else there between us but I don’t press the matter for fear of being embarrassed again. I had only invited everyone to mine last time so I could invite her along too so when she declined I then had to entertain everyone at my house on my own. As the night winds down and the guests start to leave we head in the direction of Jerry to thank him for the party. Once we have thanked him we head outside and I see Portia fumbling around for something. As I am driving I did not have anything to drink but Portia on the other hand had quite a few.

“You okay?” I ask concernedly.

“Yeah, msorry I’m looking for my phone” she slurs.

“Have you tried your bag I ask?”

“Oh! Good idea!” she exclaims. Once she has eventually found her phone I help her to gather the things she has chucked out onto the pavement from her handbag.

“Damn it!” I hear her muttering to herself as I pass her handbag back to her.

“How are you getting home Port?”

“mm I was gonna get a taxi but mphone’s died” she mumbles.

“Come here, I’ll give you a lift home” I say helping to prop her up and walk her to the car.

“Awwwwwwwwwwwwww thanks Ell” she says. Once I’ve got her strapped in I ask her where she lives and she recites her postcode so I plum it into my satnav and head off. We are quiet for most of the journey listening to the music from the radio. When we reach her house I help her too the door.

“Thanks for the lift Ellen, I owe you one. Sorry I’m such a mess” she giggles.

“No problem Portia, anything for a pretty lady” I say then when I realise I actually said the last bit out loud I go bright red. I see Portia blush and then she quickly changes like she did at the Emmy Awards.

“Anyway, I have an early morning so I’m going to go in. Thanks again. See you soon.” She says before waving and disappearing into her house leaving me once again confused. For the rest of the night all I can think about is how her personality suddenly changed tonight and at the Emmy Awards. I put it down to the fact that she is uncomfortable with me flirting with her and decide that maybe it’s time to focus on Alex instead of this nothingness with Portia.

Chapter 4

Portias POV

“Hey Mum” I try to make out through my tears.

“Hey Port are you okay?” she asks concernedly.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Come on what’s happened?”

“Oh everything” I let out a small giggle at the ridiculousness of my week. “Where do I start?”

“Port, start at the beginning yeah?”

“Well...” I sigh beginning my story. “So..i’ve been to about fifteen auditions in the last couple of months and I haven’t got one job. So I thought I’d up the anti a bit and start applying for more than I have been. Anyway, me and Fran got into a bit of an argument about it and the fact that I haven’t been here because I’m always at meetings or auditions. We tried to fix it b-but she just left.” I stutter the last bit out.

“Awww Port, gosh I wish I could give you a hug now. Look it’s going to be okay yeah? If she couldn’t support your career she obviously wasn’t the right person for you.”

“I guess. But it’s not just that, the press posted some pictures of us in an alleyway a few months back and I guess that’s just put pressure on us.”

After a good hour on the phone my mom managed to convince me that perhaps splitting up with Fran was a good idea if we were constantly arguing anyway. I collapse onto the sofa for the rest of the day and switch the TV on. I grab my phone and go to ring my manager to see what upcoming events I have to attend when I hear the familiar voice and a smile immediately comes to my mouth. I look up when I realise that it is coming from the TV. I see Ellen sitting in her usual chair interviewing someone I don’t really recognise but I can’t say I was really concentrating on the guest. I begin to think about our previous encounters and how differently she seemed to behave with me than other people. At the time I had been way too scared to even entertain the idea of admitting to her or any of the press that I was gay but that was different now. I was living a more honest life now and in the end what did I have to lose now. People were already aware that I had been in a relationship with Fran after those photos. I can’t say that was the best moment of my life when I saw the magazine cover with myself and Fran plastered all over the front. But I guess it forced me to come out more, not that I’ve ever actually admitted it. I just assume that it’s a fact everyone now knows about me, well those that read the magazine anyway. I snap back to reality thinking that the chances of me ever seeing her again were slim, especially as I had no jobs at the moment. I ring Craig and he gives me the details of the shows I am due to appear at over the next few weeks. One in particular stands out.

A few weeks later….

Ellens POV

I wasn’t really in the mood for going to the award show to be honest. After splitting with Alex a few day’s ago I’d only really left the house to record the show but my friend had convinced me that I needed to get out to get over her. So cut to now and I am stepping out of my black limo into the usual sea of flashes and shouts.

“ELLEN ELLEN! OVER HERE! LEFT! RIGHT!”

Once I have dodged the paparazzi I am obliged to go and give interviews to the waiting reporters.

“Ellen! How are you?”

“I’m good yeah, thank you”

“I love the suit! What are you wearing?”

“Wal-Mart obviously!” We both laugh. “No Dolce and Gabanna”

“Very Nice, we heard that you split with Alex. Do you have any comment on that?”

“Thank you and not really just that we split amicably. We’re just better off friends I think. So sorry to disappoint but there’s not gonna be anything for y’all to put on the front pages!”

“Ah that’s good though! We hope you find the one as they call it.” She laughs and thanks me for the interview.

I finally make my way through the countless number of interviews and into the bar area of the hall. I grab a drink and make my way to my table. I am chatting with the friends I have brought along to the show when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see Portia in a long pink dress with a fur wrap around her shoulders. She smiles and leans down to whisper into my ear. As I feel her getting closer to me I can feel my palms starting to sweat and my heartbeat getting faster and faster.

“I think we might need to talk…so meet me around the back after the show” she whispers and in that moment my insides explode and I don’t think I’ve ever smiled so hard in my life. She pulls back and starts to walk away heading for another table. I excuse myself and follow after her.

“Hey Port Wait up!” I shout. She turns around and I continue walking towards her.

“Are you here alone? There’s a spare seat next to me if you wanted to take it?”

“No, no I wouldn’t want to interrupt. I’ll be fine in the seat I’ve been allocated honestly”

“Okay, well I’m not giving you a choice” I say smiling and giving her a slight wink. I have no idea where this confidence has come from but I just know that I cannot let her get away this time. I grab her arm and lead her back to the table with my friends.

“Everyone this is erm..my friend Portia De Rossi. She’s here on her own so I said she could sit with us is that okay?” My friends all nod in agreement and there is a chorus of “of course”.

The rest of the show passes quite easily. Portia has fit in well with my friends and the conversation has been natural. I can’t say I really paid much attention to the show though if you know what I mean.

Chapter 5

Once the show has finished many of the guests make their way backstage or into the entrance hall to congratulate the recipients of the awards. I excuse myself for a moment to go and find Usher who had accepted the music award for the evening. I buy him a drink to congratulate him and we talk until he is whisked off for the winning interviews. I am not sat alone for long before I feel an arm creep around my shoulder. Something within me knew immediately who it was but I still can’t stop the smile that shines on my face when I turn around to see Portia standing behind me.

“Hey you, I wondered where you had got too!”

“Sorry Portia I was just having a quick drink with Usher. I wasn’t trying to get away from you honest!” I say giving her a quick wink.

“Oh I’m sure you weren’t.” she laughs.

“So, you wanted to talk?”

“Well, I was kind of hoping we could talk somewhere a little more private but I guess we could talk here” she says putting her bag onto the bar but before she could sit onto the bar stool I make the snap decision to pick it up and grab her by the hand heading for the door.

“Wh-what wearing are we going?”

“I think I agree with you on the privacy” I say laughing. I pass her handbag back and loose her hand so she can put it onto her shoulder as we make our way through the crowd. As we pass my friend’s we both say a quick goodbye and head out to where the limos are waiting. As we are walking I feel a hand searching for my own, I interlock our fingers and the rush of pure excitement and lust overtakes me. I look into her eyes and we both smile.

“Can I have my limo please? I’m ready to go” I say to the clerk organising the cars and limos.

“Sure, Ms Degeneres it’ll be round shortly” he said smiling at me. We both decide to wait inside until we are called forward.

“So where are we going then Ellen?” Portia enquires.

“Well I was rather assuming that my house would be private enough for you”

“As long as it’s just us I’m perfectly happy”

“Oh believe me it’s definitely just going to be us” I laugh giving her a knowing look and hoping she will catch on. I see her roll her eyes and assume that she has understood what I was trying to convey. I’m still a little nervous though as we still haven’t really talked and I’ve just been going off the signals she seems to be giving off tonight.

“Ms Degeneres, your limo is here” the clerk says gesturing outside. As soon as we step outside we are met with a barrage of flashes, shouts of “Ellen, this way” and “Ellen, Portia where are you going together?” and fans screaming at us. I feel Portia’s hand suddenly let go of my own and she tries to cover her face. I suddenly realise that maybe it wasn’t anything to do with her not liking me when, I felt we had a connection, and instead had everything to do with the paparazzi. I mean god knows I know how cruel the media can be to people when they come out. I immediately grab her hand back squeezing it as tightly as I can and use my other hand to shield her face so she can see only my eyes. As she turns into my face I see all the pain and dread in her eyes soften into relief. I help her into the limo, climb in behind her then tell the driver where to head before asking for a little privacy. I turn to face Portia who is looking out of the window with a painful expression on her face and I can almost see her brain working itself over.

“Portia” I say but don’t receive a response.

“Hey, Portia” I say bringing my arm around her neck and enveloping her into a hug. I feel Portia settle into the hug as the air she was holding in escapes from her lungs.

Portia’s POV

Fuck, how could I be so stupid I think to myself? How could I think that just because I’d become a little more confident that I was ready for the media scrutiny that even being friends with Ellen would bring? These thought’s spiral around in my head until I feel two arms grab me and pull me into a hug. I let out the breath I have been holding since we stepped out of the theatre and let myself really feel what it’s like to hug Ellen for the first time. I realise that for the first time in a long time I feel safe. I feel like no one can touch me and whatever the media or anyone else says doesn’t matter. I sit there for what feels like forever and it’s comfortable. It’s comfortable and I just can’t get over that. I don’t have the fear that someone is watching. In fact I couldn’t care if anyone is watching. I am so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I don’t realise that the driver is opening the door for us to get out. I feel Ellen unwrap her arms from around me and climb out of the limo. I grab my bag and Ellen’s hand which she has offered to help me out. I wait whilst Ellen pays the driver, searches for her key’s and opens her door.

“Welcome to my abode” she jokes gesturing me to enter first.

“Thank you” I smile and walk into her house. I look around at the entrance hall speechless. “Wow, I don’t quite know what to say”

“Haha don’t worry a lot of people say that! I have a slight passion for interior design” she laughs nervously.

“Oh well I can’t wait to learn about more of your passions Ellen” I say and Ellen shyly dips her head and makes her way into what I presume is the kitchen.

“Want a drink!” I hear her shout as I am taking my shoes off.

“Sure!”

“What would you like? I have wine, beer, cider and even some vodka if you need something strong” she is still shouting when I enter the kitchen. She turns around and I see the red creeping into her cheeks when she realises I’ve been in the room for a few seconds and she was still shouting.

“Wine please, if you don’t mind?”

“Of course not! I’m the host!” she exclaims pouring us both a glass of wine and handing me a glass. I follow her into the sitting room, place my glass onto the coffee table and sit down on the sofa.

“So, you wanted to talk?” Ellen asks sitting down onto the sofa next too me.

“Yeah...erm...okay…wow…I don’t know how to start now!” I laugh nervously.

“Okay, how about I start yeah?”

“Okay”

“Portia, I think you probably already know this but I am attracted to you. I have been since the moment I laid my eyes on you at that photo shoot three years ago. Now I know you’re scared and I personally know how cruel the media can be so if you don’t want to do this or if you just want to be friends I understand. But please know that I will protect you whatever happens. If we never speak again after tonight I will still defend you.”

She had sold me after the first sentence but I can’t bring myself to stop her as every word she says makes my heart melt. I see that she is waiting for some kind of response from me and I try to gather my thoughts together enough to let coherent sentence come from my mouth.

“God Ellen, I feel the same and I’m scared and I-I-I just oh I don’t know” I say dipping my head. I realise that my words are not going to convey my real feelings so I make the brave decision to just kiss her. I place my hands on her neck and lean in until I feel her breath on my lips which sends a shiver down my spine. I stop where I am for a second giving her the chance to pull away but when she doesn’t I place my lips onto hers. Time seems to slow down and I feel every single movement of her soft lips on my own. My heart has sped up to what I can only describe as a million times a second. I have never felt anything like this but before long I feel myself struggling to breathe so I pull back. I look into her deep blue eyes searching for any kind of hesitation or sense of disappointment but instead I see admiration and lust.

Chapter 6

In that moment I decide that I’ve waited long enough to have this moment with Ellen and the lust takes over. I place my lips back onto her’s a little more forcefully this time to show my intentions. I feel her pull back though so I stop and look at her questionably.

“Look are you sure Portia? I-its just I don’t want to take advantage of you or anything because I really like you. Honestly” she says before I cut her off placing my lips onto hers slowly conveying all of my feelings in the one kiss.

“Does that show you how sure I am? Cus I’ve honestly never been surer of anything in my life” I smile before I am cut off by our lips meeting again but this time it’s Ellen that’s leading. I respond into the kiss and run my tongue along her bottom lip. I feel her mouth open slightly and her tongue snake its way around mine which causes a feeling I can’t explain I just know I’ve never felt anything like this before. I lift myself up and onto her lap so I am straddling her all the while still keeping my lips firmly attached to hers. My hands make their way from her neck to the collar of her blazer and I tug at it suggesting that she takes it off but before I get chance to remove it her lips have parted from my own.

“Ellen what are you doing?”

“Just go with it okay?”

“Okay” I say smiling at her. I feel her arms under my knees and neck and suddenly I am in the air. I laugh wrapping my arms around her neck and keeping my eyes locked onto hers the entire time she is carrying me. I am too entranced in her spell to realise we have reached our destination. I only realise this when I feel the bed beneath me as she lies me down. I reach back to the collar of her blazer but this time I am allowed to swiftly remove it. I reach up bringing her lips back onto mine as she reaches around for the zipper on my dress. Before long the clothes we had so elegantly put on were discarded all over Ellen’s bedroom floor.

Ellen’s POV

I look down in awe at the body that is lying below me. I am so transfixed on how beautiful she is I almost forget what we were doing.

“God Portia, you are so beautiful” I say before lips crash onto mine and I lose myself in her. I run my hands over every inch of her body, feeling every mole and scar I can lay my hands on. I realise this is teasing her when I hear soft, quiet moans every time I come close to her boobs. I decide to stop teasing her and begin to run her nipple through my fingers whilst my tongue lightly flicks on her other one. I don’t think I have ever been so turned on by the look Portia is giving me right at this moment. So much so that I can’t hold back any longer and my fingers edge their way towards her clit. I begin to rub it softly and slowly but feeling how wet she already is I decide to plunge two fingers inside her. I feel her body jerk underneath me and the moans against my lips get louder. I give her one last kiss before moving my head down towards her clit. I begin to slowly rub my tongue across her clit whilst slowly pumping my fingers in and out.

“Oh god, Ellen Please” Portia begs. I decide it’s time to put her out of her misery so I quicken the pace and begin to feel the muscles in her hips and legs tighten around my head and fingers. After a while I feel all the muscles relax as she comes down from her climax. I can see that I have exhausted her and the tiredness in her eyes make’s my heart skip a beat. I sit there just looking at her and thinking about how gorgeous she looked. It’s doing this that gets me caught off guard when I am suddenly being thrown over and flipped onto my back.

Portia’s POV

I can feel how exhausted Ellen is beneath me after our third go so I flop down next to her onto the bed.

“I think that’s as much as I can take. God your so amazing Ell”

“Haha me too! But I think you’ll find that you’re the amazing one baby”

“Hmppph but wait did you just call me – ”

“Sorry! I didn’t mean it…” Ellen says and I see the worry creep across her face so I silence it with a quick peck on her lips.

“Hey you have nothing to apologise for! And anyway it was kinda cute” I laugh.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

“Okay” she says. We lie in silence for a bit and I rest my head on her chest.

“Yaknow Ell? You don’t mind me calling you that do you?”

“Yeah? And course not!”

“I’m sorry it took me so long to be able to do this. Like I dunno I just wasn’t ready back then. You understand don’t you?”

“Of course Port, I know how cruel the media can be especially if your not ready for it”

“Thank you, you’re so lovely. I really like you”

“Well I really like you too” she giggles.

“No like I mean I really really like you. Like the day I met you I couldn’t take my eyes off you and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since. I just felt an overwhelming connection to you. Even if it was across a photo shoot room” I laugh.

“For the record Port, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head either. Honestly, I just thought you didn’t feel the same way”

“Well I hid it well then because I was captivated by you. I’ve never had that feeling about anyone before. Tonight has just been way more than I ever hoped honestly. And I gotta say my hopes were pretty high” I laugh.

“Well I’m glad I was a good host”

“You’ve been way more than a good host Ell and you know that. But I would really like to see where this could go Ell. I mean that’s if you wanted too as well obviously?”

“Of course, Port I can’t even try to describe my feelings for you. From the day I met you I knew you were going to be important to me and as long as it’s what you want I would be delighted to see where this could go?”

“I can’t think of anything I want more” I say and bury my head into her chest.

“Goodnight Port”

“Night Ell”