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It was November and Mariska was happy to finally be back at work. Earlier that day Chris had surprised her with a new chair on set - in gold thread standing out on the black background, it said “August’s Mommy” with little hearts to the sides. Mariska had cried happy tears; just the thought that this was what she was made her well up again now. A dream come true.
Now, after a long day of shooting, she rested for a few minutes in her trailer with her feet up on Chris’s lap as he rubbed her sore ankles.
“Was it hard today?” He asked.
“Not too bad. I’m just tired, and I miss him.” She shifted her bare feet and pulled her pants up a little higher so he could get her shins too.
“We’ll get you home soon, don’t worry.” Chris patted her legs gently and then pressed his thumbs in deep for one last round of massage.
When he pulled away he noticed that he’d scraped her just below the knee and a little blood beaded up there. He looked at his ripped nail sternly and then swiped his finger across the blood, putting it to his mouth and licking it quickly.
Mariska’s hand flew to cover her own mouth as she let out a laugh, but she didn’t pull away.
“What? Too soon?” Chris chuckled ruefully as he bent his head, and this time he licked the actual cut on her leg.