Earth wasn't exactly what Aimee had been expecting. It was so ....mundane compared with Rhy'Din. But at least some things were familiar, the main one being the slightly run down building she and Randy had been sent to in their taxi from the portal. She wasn't anywhere near enough of a 'name' to warrant a condo or a penthouse, but they had a small, clean apartment for their own use for the next month. Keys jangling in her hand, she hiked the big bag on her shoulder, leading the way up the stairs toward the third floor. "You okay down there?"

While Aimee had the big bag, Randy was carrying the rest of the bags which included his own duffle, her make up kit, a bathroom toiletries kit, a back pack with his summer course work and a suitcase with his favorite towel in it. He believed in the theory that you come with an empty suitcase because you always leave with more than you came with. "I'm good," he huffed as he moved up the stairs behind her. "Third floor, must be somebody's idea of a practical joke."

"You didn't have to carry all that yourself, you know, As$hat," Aimee laughed back at him as she turned to let herself out of the stairwell and into the third floor corridor, holding the door open with one foot for him to follow her. "I'm not exactly delicate, huh?"

"You're lucky to be carrying the one bag you are," he grinned. "Me caveman!" He grunted and furrowed his brows and stomped up the remainder of the steps behind her. Using his hip to push the door open further, he slipped into the corridor. "Open the door to the apartment. Still have the toys to bring in."

Her cheeks lit up with a brilliant flush at this. "You don't need to say all that out loud," she laughed in embarrassment, scanning the doors along the corridor until she found the apartment that corresponded to the key fob in her hand. "I still don't get why you insisted on bringing that bag with us."

"You need to rehearse." He grinned again. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he was having a lot of fun teaching Aimee to be a sub. Not at all. "That way you'll be ready for your leading man." He said the last with a bit of sarcasm. Though he was behind Aimee one hundred percent, there was still a small part of him that felt icky about her being naked with anybody other than himself.

She groaned. As good an opportunity as this film was for her, Aimee wasn't completely comfortable with the nudity herself. But she was never likely to get another offer like this one, and Jon Granger's fiancee had given Aimee a little advice that had given her a little more confidence. "Yeah, well, you'd better be on set for all the sex scenes, dude," she said firmly, unlocking the apartment door and stepping into the narrow hallway, her gaze immediately drawn through the kitchen and living room beyond to the walk out balcony and the view of the city. "You're a V.I.P., just like Vicki."

Randy pushed his way into the apartment and waddled under the weight of the bags until he got to the small living room. He glanced around, satisfied with the small apartment. It wasn't more than they needed and he actually liked the decor. Once he dropped his load, he reached for the bag on Aimee's shoulder to drop it on the floor. "You better believe that I'll be there." He reached to ruffle Aimee's hair and then kiss her cheek. "I'm a V.I.P." Should have a doorman to carry my luggage." He snickered though and then made a quick dash to the door to get the rest of their luggage.

She grinned as he kissed, ruffled, and ran, smoothing a hand through the blonde mane as she called after him, "Don't forget to tip the taxi driver!" That was going to take some getting used to, having money enough to be able to tip taxi drivers and waiters and such, but it was a nice feeling at the same time. Chuckling to herself, Aimee pulled open the door onto the balcony to let some fresh air in, and turned her attention to hefting the bags into the ....well, it looked like a cupboard with a bed in it, but it probably passed muster as a bedroom, beginning to unpack the contents as swiftly as she dared. Neither of them had a vast amount to bring, after all.

"Yeah, yeah," he waved over his shoulder as he scoot out of the door and then down the hall. The new cell phone he'd been given to use was pretty nifty and he was able to figure out the proper amount to tip the driver before waving him off. It was odd, to Randy, but kind of familiar too. He had once had money before the bottom fell out on his entire world. Hiking the bag up on his shoulder with a clang of the metal objects from inside, he turned and went back inside. The entire affair took five minutes and he emerged into the apartment. "Where'd you put my towel?" He dropped the bag of toys onto the bed and looked around.

"Oh, you mean the bag with the towel in it?" Aimee asked, utterly bemused by this piece of packing anyway. She pointed to the couch behind him, crouched between the bed and the closet as she put shoes and various pants and jeans away on the shelves.

"The towel is special." He walked over and picked up the bag, removing the over sized orange towel from it. It was old, frayed on one side and looked moth eaten in places. But it was his towel, he'd had it since he was a little guy, playing superhero with it tied around his little neck. It was a lot brighter, back then. "Makes me feel more at home." He carried the towel into the bathroom and reverently placed it upon the towel rack.

Aimee paused, watching as Randy reverently moved his towel to a place of honor, not quite managing to stifle her smirk as she closed the closet. "All right ....so what?s the plan now?" she asked curiously, leaning her arms onto the bed comfortably. "Don't need to be anywhere until tomorrow morning."

"Hmm, well..." he turned around and walked towards her. "Let's go see the city. We're not going to have much time once you start working and I promised Ro that I'd pick up something nice for her."

"All right." Grinning, Aimee rose to her feet, tucking her wallet into the tight confines of her front pocket, the keys and phone going into the other pocket, pretty confident that no pickpocket was going to be able to get past her own quick fingers. "What sort of thing were you thinking of?"

"I dunno," he shrugged and walked to the door to hold it open for her. Any pick pocket not only had to go through Aimee, but Randy's violent temper, as well. "Thought we'd just walk around a bit and discover what?s around the corner. I'm hungry." He grinned and rubbed his stomach.

"You're always hungry for something," the young woman laughed at her fiance, closing up the balcony door before moving to slip out into the hallway outside the front door. "Just so long as you're not carrying through with that public sex threat."

"What good is a threat if it's not followed through on?" He snickered and smacked her ass as she passed him. Closing and making sure the door was locked, he turned to follow her down and out of the building. "Hear there's an awesome fisherman's market around here somewhere. How'd you like some sushi?" It was something he'd tried once when he was younger and thought it sounded pretty good now.

"Randy, we don't know anything about this place. Learn a bit more before moving your mother here." Aimee was talking through her teeth for the time being; if anyone overheard this conversation, they were going to be assumed to be insane, best case scenario.

He already knew enough that he liked it better than the streets he'd come from. "You're right," he conceded. Then it was their turn to cram into the elevator with other tourists. As the door slid closed, he turned to Aimee and wrapped his arms around her. "We should make out," he chuckled.

She let out a loud laugh, drawing curious and irritated glances from the others around them as her own arms curled about Randy's waist. "Horny teens make an exhibition of themselves at Seattle's Space Needle?" she asked through a grin, fingertips teasing against his spine through his shirt.

"I'm sure they've seen worse," he rumbled as he lowered his head to kiss her. Nipping at her lips, he touched them each with the tip of his tongue.

So easily teased into doing exactly what he wanted, such a natural sub to his Dom, her smiling lips parted under the gentle stroke of his tongue, her eyes closing as her mouth moulded to his, her hands tightening against his back as she drew herself closer. Neither of them realised that they should make the most of this while it lasted - if Fifty Shades....was a success, they'd have the same problem Jon Granger and his fiance had.

There were a few twitters of laughter, a clearing of a throat, and Randy couldn't hold back his chuckle against her mouth. Finally he pulled his head up and looked square in the eyes of one elevator passenger after another. He was defiant, proud, and challenging any of them to say a word.

He was defiant and proud; Aimee was embarrassed, but too damned stubborn to back down, meeting the eyes of the people Randy couldn't see with half a smirk on her own lips. It was the open disgust in the eyes of one woman that prompted her to speak up, though. "Shame it's so crowded in here, sweetheart," she heard herself say. "I'm not into letting anyone see you cvm but me."

Of course, when faced with attitude like the display Randy and Aimee were giving, most people backed down and averted their eyes. After Aimee's little comment, Randy snorted loudly and hugged her tightly. "Guess we'll have to save that for a broom closet upstairs." His hands went south, covering her now well rounded ass as he claimed her mouth once again.

He swallowed her snicker with that kiss, her confidence boosted by the success of her attitude, arms rising to coil around Randy's neck as she drew up close. If the other passengers in the elevator had been uncomfortable before, they were going to be mortified now - and Randy was going to be walking with a limp.

Randy moaned around her tongue, his hands squeezing her ass now and pressing her against the suddenly tight jeans he was wearing. Yes, he was definitely going to have a limp when they left the elevator, but this was so worth it. In the middle of this vertical dry hump, the bell to the elevator rang, and the others bumped and crowded to the door to exit the elevator in record time. When they were finally alone in the elevator, Randy barely noticed, still wrapped up in the spell his little Aimee was weaving.

An embarrassed cough broke the spell. "Excuse me, sir, miss" If you could step out of the elevator, please." Aimee broke the kiss with a low laugh, ducking back because she knew Randy far too well, and patted her fiance's chest fondly. "Time to go, As$hat."

Randy smiled amiably as they were asked to leave. Taking her hand, he bowed slightly to the porter. "Of course, my good man." And with that, stepped out of the elevator and into a whole new world. "Whoa," he breathed out as he looked with wonder out of the nearly floor to ceiling windows and the view they allowed. "Aimee, I think we can see the entire world from here. Look."

The porter sniggered at the pair of them as Randy tugged Aimee out of the elevator, flashing a wink at the giggling blonde as she bumped straight into her fiance's back. Her free arm slid around Randy's waist, eyes peering over his shoulder to stare in amazement through the huge windows. "Dude, this is seriously high up."

"It's amazing." He turned and looked down at Aimee and grinned. "We've got to convince the producers or whoever to rent this place out. I want to f*ck your brains out right now." He glanced around - too many tourists for that to be happening.

The blush that lit up her face was bright and unadulterated as she laughed incredulously at his announcement. "Randy!" Ducking under his arm, she hugged into his side, hiding her burning cheek against his shoulder. "You're just gonna have to wait until we get back to the apartment." Looking up, she flashed him a cheeky smile. "This was your idea, remember?"

"I know, but I didn't think I'd be getting such a fucking hard on from it." Of course, her kiss in the elevator had a lot to do with things, too. "Let's see if we can't find a closet or something. I need you so badly right now it hurts."

"Oh no." Aimee smirked; it was about time she had the chance to turn the tables on him for once. "Go to the bathroom and relieve the tension. You're not getting a hands on until we're back behind locked doors. Got a reputation to protect here, you know." She patted his cheek teasingly, moving toward the tall windows to dare her own courage in looking straight down.

"But Aimee..." He watched her walk to the wall of windows and followed behind her. "I'm going to explode," he whispered as his hands moved to her waist. Looking over her shoulder, he watched in fascination as a ferry crossed the harbor. The moment didn't last, as he lowered his head and moved her hair out of the way to place a soft kiss just behind her ear. "We get home and you'll be walking bow-legged for a week," he promised with a whisper. Then he straightened himself and vowed to behave himself while they were there.

Her grin widened as he gave in, hands rising to cover his on her hips as she leaned back into him. "Good boy." It wasn't often Aimee asserted the power she had over her lusty fiance, but when she did, he rarely gave in with this much grace. His promise to keep her bow-legged for a week once they got home brought a laughing flush to her cheeks. "Promises, promises."

"What' Oh yeah." Randy had forgotten the age limit on drinking. "Coke, it is." He smiled and then waited his turn to order. A few minutes later, he arrives at the table with a tray in his hands. Setting it before her, there are two halal cheese burgers, a large order of fries and two Cokes. He sat down and reached for his burger.

"I have to admit something to you." It had been in the back of his mind, plucking at it every so often when he thought about her doing the film. "I think they're going to have to tie me to a chair and put a gag in my mouth during the first couple of sex scenes."

She frowned lightly, nibbling on a couple of fries as he made his confession. "It's not going to be so hard," she promised him quietly. "I was talking to Liv - you know, Ms Rivka's P.A. at the studio' - and apparently sex scenes in movies are about as unsexy as you can get. The director's gonna be shouting instructions at us, and there's that clause in my contract that says I'm not going to be fully nude at any time, so you don't need to worry about things getting too intense." She reached over to squeeze his wrist. "No one's ever seen me naked but you," she reminded him softly. "This is giving me kittens every time I think about it."

After taking a bite of his burger, he sat it down. His hand came to rest atop of hers and he looked into her face. "I trust you, but I really don't know this Jon guy very much. And I don't know the director or anybody else who is going to be there. I just want you to be safe. Are they using safe words, just in case?" He gave her hand a squeeze. Randy wasn't the jealous type and he supported Aimee in everything she did. It was other people that he didn't trust and that was a tough nut to crack.

She shook her head, shrugging a little. "The director's in charge of the on-set stuff, I haven't spoken to him about the scenes and safe words yet," she admitted quietly. "Look, would it be easier if we knew Jon and Vicki a little better" I mean, you'll probably be spending a lot of time with Vicki at least - she's here as Jon's guest. I'll bet they'd spend some time with us, if we asked."

Randy's wariness showed briefly in his eyes before he nodded. He worried that people who didn't have their kind of background looked down upon and patronized the street rats. "I think that's a good idea." He swallowed his pride and put his best foot foward in a further attempt to not only support Aimee but to broaden his own horizons.

"You've met Vicki, at least," Aimee added as she lifted her burger up. "She was the Art Director at 21twelve, remember" The redhead who bawled out that A.D. for trying to throw you out?"

He nodded, remembering the redhead. The memory did put him at ease a little bit. At least she didn't try to have him kicked out for looking like he didn't belong there. "Okay, so we go home, have some awesome Aimee-Randy time and then give them a call to set up a late dinner or lunch tomorrow?" He was getting nearly as good as Aimee at planning their day out.

She grinned, relieved that he wasn't letting his natural concern over handing over the sole rights to her body destroy his mood every time he thought about it. "I think that sounds like a great idea, As$hat," she agreed through her smile, taking a huge bite of her burger.

Her grin brought a smile back to his face and he picked up his burger for a big bite. Sitting it back down, he leaned back for a good chew. "What's the safe word for today?" Spoken out of the corner of his mouth as he ate. Swallowing the bite down, he reached for his Coke to wash it down.

Licking her lips, Aimee had to chew for a long time before she could answer, wiping a splotch of relish from the corner of her mouth with the pad of her thumb. "Pumpernickel," she suggested quietly, covering the word with a slurp of her own Coke. "So no gags today, please." There was a pause as she considered something, daring to vocalise her thoughts. "This feels right, doesn't it' This dynamic with us. You seem more comfortable with things like this."

Luckily he'd put down his drink and swallowed before she answered. He chuckled at her suggestion, it was as good as any and had her flair of humor that was typical of Aimee. When she went through the process of asking that question, Randy gave it thought, knowing where she was going with it before she even finished. "It does feel right, I'm just worried it's going to get crazy and we begin to obsess over it. And then there's the chance of hurting you. If I hurt you, I think I'd kill myself." He was being a little dramatic, but it was true. He hated the thought of actually hurting her.

She shook her head, smiling a little. "I don't mean we should go all the way D/s," she assured him softly. "Because the thought of that' That's just scary. I mean, what?s sexy about using fire on someone, or those bulldog clip things?" She shuddered just at the thought of that level of pain play, shaking her head again. "No, I just mean ....you don't need to pretend to be a switch with me, Randy."

Randy was more than a little relieved that she didn't want to take things too far. A little spanking and ordering around was plenty for them and he liked it like that. "I just want you to know that I don't think I'm better than you are. I'm not smarter, I'm not faster and it won't hurt me if you take the lead sometimes. But yes," he admitted with a smile. "I do like it when you do what I say and stuff. You're very hot when you're doing it, too."

Aimee snickered softly. "I kinda like being ordered around by you," she admitted with a half-grin. "Especially since you're my kept man right now." Her eyes twinkled with teasing laughter, her foot extending to rub the smooth upper toe of her boot up and down his inner calf. "And it's not like I don't take charge a little now and then, is it?"

"I love it when you take charge of your kept man," he grinned broadly and then laughed. Feeling the steel cap on his leg gave him goosebumps. "Let's finish so we can go play some more. I did promise my little pet a treat, didn't I?"

"Got a better idea." Aimee wrapped what was left of her burger and fries into the crumpled wrapper again, reaching over to do the same for his, and wrapped both up in a couple of napkins. "Take out for later." She flashed Randy a cheeky wink and slid out of her seat.

"Oh, see, there's the brains in this operation." He got up and took the small packages, putting them into the oversized pockets of his cargo shorts. "Let's hurry and get home before I take you into the bathroom here and have my way with you." He affected a crooked grin and reached for her hand to tug her from the little deli.

Her arm rose to offer a wave to the staff as she was pulled out into the street again, laughing at Randy's impatience. "Dude, you're worse than me!" she giggled, skidding into place at his side as they fell into step, heading back toward the little apartment building where they'd been housed for the duration.

"What, you're horny all of the time, too?" He chuckled as they walked along and it didn't take them that long to get back to the apartment building. "Race you to the top?" Given the opportunity, Randy could be a kid at heart. Feeling safe and secure was a big trigger to his acting upon it. "I'll even give you a head start."

"You'll cheat!" she declared in a laughing voice, but there wasn't even a moment's pause as she accelerated through the door, boots squeaking against the polished floor as she thumped up the first flight of stairs. "Anyway ....I've got the keys!"

"I won't!" he called after her. And, true to his word, he waited until she was up one flight before taking off after her. "No you don't!" He pat his pockets and then realized...."Oh yes, you do. I better hurry then!" And he pumped his legs to go up those steps faster.

He had longer legs, she had the head start. What Aimee also had was wildly unpredictable clumsiness, too. At the top of the third flight, her toe caught on the step, the momentum launching her forward to roll along the hallway in a sprawling, laughing heap. "Oh, man, I've so lost!"

Randy was rounding the bend and heading up the last flight when she took the tumble. "Aimee!" He hurried up the last of the steps and dropped down to his knees hard, beside her. When she laughed, he felt his shoulders ease and he laughed, too. "Well, now we can really say that you've fallen for me." Smirking, he stood up and offered his hands to help her. "C'mon, Super Clutz."

Laughing wildly at her own silly fall, she let him drag her up onto her feet once again, untangling her hands from his to curl her arms around his waist and lean in close, touching laughing lips to his fondly. "Hey, I fell for you the first time you knocked me down in the snow, remember?"

"I do remember," he smiled as he stood there with her in his arms. "If I remember right, I took a tumble for you that day, as well." Lowering his head, he squeezed her gently and kissed her. "Let's get inside and misbehave."

((Thanks, Randolph!))