The filming ses ranged from 5 to 15 mi the very least, each long, grueling, and intense, filled with tless demands aiculous details. This ofteo James Cameron's infamous outbursts, his shouts aless demands for retakes turning the oppressive heat into an unbearable ordeal. Evehe aao perform, the ses were repeated endlessly uhe necessary ditions.

  Billy gradually adapted to his role—the artist whose only true possession is his life. No matter what he did, he would perform as though his life depended on it: loving, ughing, fag challenges, hating, fiving. Jack became the ideal lover women dream of—the rugged outsider, repg the stoic patience of the English gentleman. Now, every gesture was tender, like handling a delicate flower. With Rose, he found his muse, someoo cherish and adore.

  -DAMN IT! You look like two sheep staring at each other! - Cameron barked, his expression sour as he gred at everyone. Someone whispered something in his ear. The clock struck 2 a.m., and exhaustion was etched into everyone's faces after such a prolonged effort.

  -Alright, let’s it up. We’ll pick this up at noon tomorrow. Cameron finally relented, feeling the weight of fatigue. The ses Billy filmed with Kate weren’t even part of the iic three-hour cut of the movie.

  -I think you did well today, - Kate whispered to him.

  -You were brilliant, too, - he replied, gng at Kate. She was so draihat she seemed lost, staring into the distance. Her head throbbed, and she knew she might fall asleep at any moment.

  The ride to their aodations was short. Night shoots were necessary sianic’s story unfolded over three days, one of which was catastrophic. Late-night filming sessions were essential to make the most of the studio’s schedule, even though it was the '90s and some effects could be achieved digitally. Most of the magic, however, relied on the imagination and sheer effort of the crew.

  -It’s a bit unfair to say you outsho’s easy to slip between moods, but you’re making it seem like I haven’t been doing my job at all, - Kate quipped with a long yawn.

  -Goodnight, - Billy bid her farewell, heading to his assigned room. Before entering, he noticed a bruting in a bathrobe, painting her nails. It was Monica, who had arrived a few hours earlier but hadn’t expected the shoot to st so long. Billy was still dressed in Jack’s wardrobe, covered by a rge coat to shield him from the cold.

  A long gnce passed between them. Monica’s dark, lush shes framed her angur face; she was breathtaking in every possible way. Her love for bare simplicity was evident—she wore nothing but a towel on her head, her body pletely nude, her nails painted bck.

  -You’re back.-

  -I didn’t think you’d e today, - Billy remarked.

  -Pns ge for both of us, don’t they? But now, I suppose we’re both too tired to do much about it. That’s fine, - Monica replied, her toeasing as she casually revealed her body, her full breasts bare as she stretched. With just a tilt of her , she exuded the fidence of the most beautiful woman in the world.

  -It’s good to see you, - Billy said, leaning in to kiss her, but she stopped him, pointing toward the shower. She gave him a small, chaste kiss before letting him go.

  The night was cold, the early hours of Juh. Billy took a long, hot shower to ease his weariness, washing away the exhaustion while his mind wao the Titanic book he had been reading—already 500 pages in, with only four chapters left. He recorded each thought and iculously. It would be his fifth published book, a project he took seriously, filling in every gap with careful deliberation.

  The TV hummed softly through the thin walls. With everything turned off, the moonlight illumiheir faces. Monica, ed in the glow, extended an invitation with her open arms, like weling a child into her embrace. She took him in, holding him close as their bodies pressed together.

  -I like you a lot, Monica, - Billy murmured, kissing her lips. She nodded, returning the kiss. Their bodies moved together, a warm, tender unity.

  Monica always relished the intimacy of touch, the melding of bodies until they became one. As they y entwihey shared quiet words about their day.

  -I watched your movie." -

  -And? -

  -It’s dramatic. The ending moved me—a man choosih over the unbearable pain of knowing his beloved, his true wife, is gone. Oh, God, it encapsutes how love renders all itments immaterial when two people are madly in love, - Monica said, her Italian at soft but distinct after years of speaking the nguage fluently.

  -Things always tend to sort themselves out,- Billy whispered, resting his face against Monica’s chest. Her sweet st enveloped him as they kissed again, more intehis time. Their bodies were filled with desire, seeking fulfillment together. She weled him effortlessly, her arms tightening around him as he pulled her close. His strength, honed by years of physical effort, was evident as she felt the prowing within him.

  She bit his , while she moaned in thin, whispers, both of them stretg out the pleasure, him galloping at a generous pace that was not fast, but it was enough to drive him crazy, and she half-closed her legs, squeezing his member, hard between her folds, as she always did. Entering a situation like this led them to enjoy long minutes, it was stop and tinue.

  -Faster, - her voice broke, raspy, and untrolled.

  Billy tried to maintain his pace, though he faltered. He had no choice but to tinue his task for the womah him, whose need alpable, urgent. She gripped his back tightly as he matched her iy, pressing into her with a force that met her yearning.

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