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Tristan

I had gone off the rails.

Wholly and completely, so far off the track that I wasn't even sure which way was up.

And I didn't fucking care about it.

Xander whimpered under me, and I growled, sinking my teeth into his lower lip before gently tugging it, a part of my mind still vaguely aware of the cameras and the job that we were supposed to be doing.

Not that I was doing a great job.

We had basically skipped over all of the "script" that Dorian had written for the scene, jumping straight to the action when I walked into the room.

I just...hadn't been able to help myself.

Xander had been looking up at me with those big blue eyes of his, his pale skin all flushed and his teeth gnawing nervously along his lower lip, making it all plump and shiny...

If I hadn't gotten my hands on him in that moment, I would have died.

I was positive of it.

Xander groaned, shifting underneath me, dragging the hard length of his cock against mine as he did so.

It made stars burst to life behind my closed eyelids, and God, I needed to be inside this man.

I needed it more than I needed air.

It was taking everything inside of me to remember that we had a whole dossier of activities to do before we got to the main event, my little detour aside.

Admittedly, though...nobody seemed terribly upset that we'd gone off script.

Dorian and Emmett were both surprisingly quiet as I kissed Xander, my tongue sliding into his mouth and deepening the point where we joined, and when I slid my hand down to the hem of his shirt and lifted it enough that I could reach his skin underneath, I swore that I heard a low "Fuck" come from behind the camera.

From which man, I had no idea.

But if they weren't going to stop me, then I certainly wasn't going to cockblock myself.

Xander's tongue met mine hungrily as I kissed him and I hissed out a pleasured moan when his teeth clashed with mine, fighting to be able to bit my lip right back.

Xan was sweet and pliable and submissive, yes, but even before this moment right now, I never would have thought that put him in the "docile" category.

He was a hellcat, but a sweet one.

He wanted to be a good boy for me, I just had to give him the direction to make sure that he knew what to do.

I pulled away, my cock jerking when I caught sight of Xan's face as I did so.

His cheeks were even more flushed than they had been before, his eyes glazed, and he lifted his head to chase the kiss as I pulled away, an involuntary act that I wasn't even sure he knew that he was doing.

I chuckled, and slid my hand a little further up his torso, teasing my fingers along his skin like we had all the time in the world.

Like I wasn't fucking dying from not being inside of him already.

"When you say that you're a virgin, baby," I said, my voice raw and husky.

Completely genuine - though like any good performer, I did know how to manufacture that tone on command.

I just didn't have to with Xan.

I leaned close when his eyes finally focused on mine, telling me that he was back online with the conversation, and I dragged my lips down his jaw, angling my face for the camera as I bit and nipped at his neck, leaving bright pink teeth marks that I desperately hoped would stick.

"What exactly do you mean by that?" I finished, biting at his Adams apple and then sliding my tongue along the stinging hurt when he gasped.

"What...what do I mean?" He whimpered when I shifted against him again, and I grinned against his skin.

God, he might be nervous, but he was such a fucking natural for the cameras.

"Mm." I pulled away, fully back in work mode for the scene as I looked at him.

My fingers dragged along the skin of his ribs and he shivered, sinking his teeth into his lower lip as he blinked up at me.

"Yeah.

What do you mean? Is it just fucking? Or are you a virgin in other ways, too?"

I slid my hand further up, shoving his shirt as I went along, and my fingers found his nipple, pinching and teasing and tearing another needy sound from him.

"Has anyone played with these cute little nipples before?" I asked, grinding down against him.

Feeling how hard he was at the way I was touching him, the barest restraint that showed in the way his clenched fists were trembling.

"Has anyone marked your body with their teeth so that everyone knew who that you belonged to?"

I pinched his nipple one more time and then lifted my hand to his lips, stroking one fingertip along his lower lip until they parted for me, the slightly dazed expression on his face making me smirk.

The second that his mouth was open, I pushed two fingers all the way inside his mouth.

Back, back, back, until my fingertips were stroking the warmth of the inside of his throat, and he choked around the digits, his eyes wide on mine and drool already starting to gather in the corners of his mouth.

"Has anyone choked you with their dick yet, baby?" I breathed, unable to keep the growl out of my voice.

He swallowed, and his lips closed around my fingers, his cheeks hollowed as he sucked.

His eyes glimmered with unshed tears from the way my fingers were choking him, and the feeling of his tongue slipping between my fingers was enough to make me let out another low, animalistic growl.

Slowly, he shook his head, blinking up at me.

He looked so debauched and innocent and confused, and when I slowly pulled my fingers out his mouth, smirking at the string of saliva that stretched when they finally popped free, he whispered, "You'll be my first...everything."

He blinked, and I groaned, leaning down to kiss him again.

It was deep and filthy, and his hands rose to fist in my hair, clutching me close as he thrust his hips up underneath me, desperately trying to get more friction.

"That's great, guys." Dorian's voice was low and husky as it cut through the space, and only years of experience stopped me from startling and completely ruining the progress of the scene.

For a moment, I'd almost forgotten that they were there.

Xander startled a little under me at Dorian's voice, but I bit at his lower lip, and then he melted under me again, his fingers flexing and knotting in my hair as he moaned.

Good boy.

"Transition to Xan sucking you off, Tris," Dorian continued.

"Straddle his head at first, and we'll go from there."

I hummed softly, pulling away and looking Xan in the eye as I pulled away, then reached down and grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head.

Xan's eyes immediately fell to my bare torso, and he propped himself up on his elbows as I hooked my thumbs into the waist of my joggers, toeing off my shoes and kicking them to the side as I did so.

Little things that I probably wouldn't have bothered with if the camera wasn't on us.

If it was just the two of us, my tongue would have already been buried inside of him, making him fall apart and desperate for my cock deep inside of him.

Not that I was upset about the thought of those pretty lips of his wrapped around my cock.

"Do you want to try sucking a cock for the first time, baby?" I asked, my voice a low croon as I freed myself from the soft fabric of my pants.

I groaned softly at the relief, and then wrapped my hand around my shaft, giving it a stroke as Xander's eyes zeroed in on the action, and his lips parted.

In that moment, the sweet, nervous, innocent persona that he'd been wearing like a glove fell away, and the raw, needy hunger in his eyes as he watched me stroke my cock was almost enough to have me come all over his face right then and there.

That was genuine.

That was real.

He wanted me, more than just the job.

The relief that I felt in that moment was overwhelming, and I almost leaned down to kiss his again.

Because fuck, I wanted him too.

So fucking badly.

I would want him, job or no.

The moment was brief, and then he slid back into his character with a nervous swipe of his tongue over his lips.

"I want to try," he whispered.

"I just...I want..."

My cock jerked at the sweetness of his voice, and God, I was going to fucking ruin this man.

"You want what, baby?" I managed, my voice barely sounding human at this point.

So much more out of control than I usually allowed myself to get when I was working.

He sank his teeth into his lower lip, and then he lowered his eyes demurely before they flicked back up to mine.

"Tell me what to do?" he whispered.

"Jesus fuck." That was Emmett, and the sentiment was very much appreciated, and understood.

I swallowed hard, my voice rasping as I nodded, and said, "Lay down, baby.

All the way."

His elbows practically collapsed underneath him as he obeyed my order, and then he looked up at me as I shoved my jeans the rest of the way down, kicking them away, and then looking at Xan laying on the bed, waiting for my order.

So sweet.

Was the submissive act real, or was it just as much of a persona as the innocence?

I wanted to fucking find out.

"Fuck," he whimpered, his eyes fixed on my cock as I slowly crawled over his body, following Dorian's direction and carefully straddling Xander's shoulders.

This position was hot, but could be a little tricky.

I didn't want to collapse on top of him while he was sucking me off and accidentally tweak his neck, or something.

I wrapped my hand around my shaft again, stroking slowly for a moment - knowing that Dorian was getting a close up shot of the way that Xander was watching me with that fucking need in his eyes - and then ordered, "Stick out your tongue."

His pupils widened even further than they already were, and he followed my direction, his tongue sticking out and shining with spit.

I smirked, and then slapped the head of my cock against his tongue, shocking a whine out of him when he immediately tried to chase me.

"Ah, ah." I kept one hand wrapped around my cock, but the other flashed out and slid into his hair, gripping firmly.

I shook my head, winking at him when his eyes flashed with a hint of defiance.

"Careful, baby.

Wouldn't want to take on too much, too quickly."

I could feel the tension radiating through his body, how badly he wanted me to feed him my cock, and because of that, I took it slow.

I rubbed the tip of my cock - already leaking - over his tongue for a moment, relishing the soft, desperate little pants that escaped his open mouth as he watched me.

"Good boy," I murmured.

"So good for me."

He whimpered, and then I pressed my cock into his mouth, my lower stomach clenching with a sudden spike of arousal at the way that his lips stretched to accommodate me.

He groaned and sucked greedily, and I laughed, the sound a little strained as the head of my cock finally bumped against the back of his throat, making him gag.

"God, you're so fucking greedy.

Needy little virgin, so desperate to be fucked that he doesn't even care if he can't breathe," I taunted, my cock throbbing as his tongue stroked under the head.

His body tensed under mine, and he groaned when I reached back with one hand to wrap my hand around the hard length of his cock, still straining against his jeans.

His hips bucked, nearly unseating me from my position straddling his shoulders, and I laughed, thrusting all the way inside of him against as I squeezed.

"Fuck, you're hard," I said, smirking down at him.

"You want me to fuck you, baby? You want my cock to ruin you for all other men?"

His cock jerked under my hand, and I pulled out his mouth to let him drag in a ragged breath, his eyes shining with want as he did so.

"Yes, please," he breathed.

Xander

Tristan's eyes were hot and feral as he looked down at me, and I whined when he squeezed my cock again.

Just that tiny stimulation was almost enough to have me making a mess of my jeans, and I was holding onto my control by the fucking skin of my teeth.

The head of his cock rested against my lips, and the urge to take him into my mouth again so that I could suck was strong.

I fucking loved giving head; the feeling of being able to take my partner apart with my mouth was unlike anything fucking else, and I desperately wanted to suck on Tristan and until he exploded down my throat and I could swallow every drop he gave me.

But there was a big part of my mind that was almost painfully aware of the cameras that were still running, the people who were watching.

It wasn't an uncomfortable feeling - not like I thought it might be - but I couldn't deny that they were there, and that had me a little gun shy.

So instead of swallowing him down again the way I wanted to, I licked the tip, the tiniest soft flick, just to watch Tristan's eyes flare.

His fingers flexed in my hair, gripping so firmly that my scalp stung, and he gripped my cock even more firmly, stroking once and tearing a cry out of me.

"Greedy boy," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

He winked at me - with the eye that wasn't facing the camera, so the others couldn't see his brief break in character - and then he squeezed me one more time before he pulled away, taking his cock out of the reach of my tongue and making my stomach twist with mild disappointment and fluttering anticipation.

"Up," he rasped, standing and holding his hand out for me.

His cock jutted out proudly in front of him, and I admired his complete lack of shame in his nudity as I scrambled to my feet, taking his hand.

He jerked me towards him and reached for the hem of my shirt, yanking it up and over my head before he slammed our mouths together again, kissing me hot and hard.

I groaned, my cock throbbing as his hands fell to the button of my pants and quickly flipped it open, shoving the denim down until my cock sprang free and he could wrap his hand around it fully for the very first time.

"Fuck!" I gasped into his mouth when he stroked me, dry and almost too tight, and it was so fucking good that my knees buckled.

Tristan chuckled, the sound feral, and his cock brushed against my hip as he stroked me again.

"Oh, fuck, please..."

"Please?" Tristan's voice lowered, and he pressed one more hard kiss to my mouth before he released my cock and spun me around, crowding up against my back for a moment and sinking his teeth into my neck.

His cock nudged low lower back as I moaned, and I let my eyes flutter closed at the feeling of his teeth in my neck, one of his hands wrapping around to stroke my cock again.

He was giving a show - doing the job that we were both there to do when my mind was too fucking gone to focus on the cameras - but all I felt was the way that he was touching me, the heat of his body against mine, the way that his tongue flicked over my skin and made me whine, my hips bucking into his touch.

"Please...oh, fuck..." His fingers teased lightly over the head of my cock, and I groaned, reaching back and threading my fingers through Tristan's soft curls.

I tugged, and his lips curved up in a grin against my shoulder before his teeth detached, and he dragged his tongue over the marks that he'd undoubtedly left before he pressed his lips to my ear, his other hand falling and grasping one of my ass cheeks possessively.

"Here's how this is going to go," he murmured, his husky and seductive.

Just loud enough to be picked up by the cameras, though it still felt like he was speaking only for me.

"I'm going to bend you the fuck over this bed, and I'm going to lick your tight little hole until you're screaming for me.

I'm going to open you up on my fingers, and when you're ready, I'm going to stretch you out over my cock for the very first time.

I'm going to fucking destroy you, baby, and you're going to let me. Understand?"

His lips ghosted over the shell of my ear in a sweet kiss, and I nodded helplessly when he stroked my cock again, teasing his thumb over the sticky head.

I didn't have to look down to know that my cock was drooling desperately, and privately, I didn't think that it was going to take all that long for Tristan to get me to that desperate state he clearly wanted me in.

I was already halfway there.

"Do.

You.

Understand?" His teeth nipped, and I groaned, nodding.

"Fuck.

Yes, yes, I understand," I panted.

He chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "Good."

He released me, and then his hands were on my shoulders, shoving me forward.

I barely managed to catch myself with my hands in time not to faceplant on the bed, and then Tristan grasped my hips, pulling me over until my ass was high and vulnerable on the edge of the mattress.

I heard a soft thump, and then hands spread me wide, baring my hole to Tristan's - and the cameras - gaze.

"Fuck me," Tristan breathed, a puff of air that I was almost positive was involuntary.

Then a fingertip gently stroked over my hole, and I whined, burying my face in the covers to muffle the sound.

"Don't hide away, Xan," Dorian called out, his voice low and husky.

"Turn your face towards us."

My cheeks burned hotter, and Tristan chuckled as I followed the direction, keeping my eyes squeezed shut.

They might want to see me, but I didn't want to stare at them while Tristan was down...oh...

Tristan's tongue teased along my hole, and he groaned before burying his face between my cheeks and tonguing me properly.

I'd stretched before I came on set, of course, so I was already relaxed, and the feeling of his tongue working its way inside of me, the sounds sloppy and wet as he ate me out...it made my head spin.

I let out needy little pants, and my legs trembled as I pushed back, desperate for more, a tiny bit afraid of how well my self-control was going to hold up when I got it.

"Greedy.

Fucking.

Boy." Tristan snarled, his tongue sliding deep inside of me and and tearing a shocked gasp out of me, and then he pulled away, only for a sting to burst to life on one of my ass cheeks when he bit me.

He pulled away and pressed a sweet kiss to my cheek, and as he did so, two fingers prodded at me, and then sank all the way inside.

"Oh, fuck," I choked out, the sudden fullness making my entire body stiffen.

There was no sting due to my aforementioned preparation, just delicious warmth and fullness and almost humiliating intimacy.

I could feel Tristan's eyes on me as he spread my cheeks with his free hand, watching his fingers push in and pull out of me, his knuckles tugging on my rim with every thrust, making me whimper.

"Look at you, taking my fingers for the first time," Tristan rasped.

"You're so fucking tight, baby."

His fingers curled, and the yelp that I let out when he pressed firmly against my prostate was loud and shameless.

My legs trembled, and I pushed back, shamelessly fucking myself on his fingers, all of my reservations gone, now.

Fuck, Tristan was going to fuck me.

I was going to feel his cock inside of me.

And I fucking wanted it now...now.

"Please, I'm ready," I said, breathless and needy as his fingers rubbed against my prostate again.

"Please...oh, fuck..."

"You're ready when I say you are, baby," Tristan chided, his voice amused.

It was the persona that he was putting on for the cameras, I knew, and I could hear the strain underneath that told me that he was reaching the end of his restraint, too.

He sank his fingers all the way inside of me, and then leaned in to lick around the edge of my rim, tearing another whimper out of me.

I'd never sounded so fucking pathetic and desperate when having sex before, but nobody I'd been with had compared to Tristan, and that was without considering the job aspect of it all.

"Please," I choked.

"God, I need it.

I fucking need your cock.

Tear me the fuck open."

Tristan's fingers stilled, and then he growled, fucking his fingers into me a few more times before he yanked them free, and then he flipped me back over onto my back.

His eyes were dark and molten as he looked down at me, and I mindlessly reached for his cock - hard and red and leaking now - and he grabbed my wrist, squeezing in reproach before I could make contact.

"Hands off, baby," he said, his voice raw.

Then, his eyes never leaving mine, he reached for the bedside drawer next to us and opened it, fishing out a condom and a bottle of lube - had they been there the whole time? I mean, obviously, but on purpose, or were those just things that were kept in random drawers on set? - and then he held up the condom, arching an eyebrow at me.

I swallowed hard.

I'd gotten my testing done before my first interview to prove that I was negative, of course, and Cole had emailed me over Tristan's results as well.

Monthly tests were obligatory as a requirement of my contract, and I knew the same for Tristan.

I'd never gone bare with anyone, but there was nobody safer to do it with than this man.

And the thought of there being any barrier between the two of us, even the most minimal required for safety...I hated it.

I didn't want it.

So slowly, never looking away from his eyes, I shook my head.

"I want to feel you," I whispered, swallowing hard.

I couldn't remember if this had been a part of the script - it really had only focused on getting us to the sexual activities, rather than dictating what we did when we got there - but nobody called out to stop us, and it felt like a nice, organic development of the scene.

"I mean..." I continued, chewing on my lower lip and desperately ignoring my throbbing cock.

God, I wanted to come.

"I've never...before.

And...I trust you..."

For a moment, Tristan's eyes softened, and I saw when the meaning of my words hit him, Tristan, the person, rather than him, Tristan, the performer.

His eyes warmed as he looked at me, his lips quirking up in a soft smile, and then he tossed the condom to the side and leaned down to cup my face.

"Didn't I promise that I would take care of you, baby?" he murmured.

Then he kissed me deep, swallowing my moan, and the click of the lube bottle made my nerves and anticipation spike.

My hole fluttered, and sucked on his lower lip before he pulled away so that he could slick his cock up.

"Pull your legs back, baby," Tristan ordered, his voice soft as he stroked himself.

"Show me that pretty hole."

My cock jerked, drooling all over my lower belly, and I reached down to hook my hands under my knees, pulling them back so that Tristan could see.

Out of the corner of my eye, I barely saw the camera moving on its wheeled base, likely getting a better angle on my hole as well.

My cheeks flushed, but then Tristan made a soft sound of approval, drawing my attention right back where it should be.

He smirked, and nodded.

"Fucking perfect," he breathed.

Then he stepped forward, his free hand smoothing down the back of my thigh soothingly as he nudged the head of his cock up against me, and I swallowed down another whine when his gaze met mine.

"Good? You ready?"

I knew that he was checking in as part of the scene - no responsible top would take a real virgin with the minimal prep that he'd given me - but I was so wound up I wanted to fucking scream.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good." I nodded, biting back another whimper as my fingers dug into my thighs where I held myself.

"Please, I can't...I don't want to wait anymore..."

My needy babbling - that was only half a performance for the scene - was immediately cut off when he started to push forward, and the slick head of his cock breached me with barely any effort, scattering my thoughts and making me groan.

"Oh, Jesus," Tristan hissed.

He paused with just the head of his cock inside of me, and he met my gaze, his eyes burning.

"You feel too fucking good, baby," he rasped.

Then his hands found my hips and gripped, and he pushed forward until he was buried all the way inside of me, filling me up with one smooth stroke.

The fullness nearly made me choke, and I clenched down on him, tearing soft groans out of both of us when the head of his cock gently pressed against my prostate just from how fucking big he was.

Fuck, he was big.

I'd been imagining...but my fantasy had fucking nothing on the reality.

"Fuck..." I bit my lip to stop another pathetic whimper from escaping me, and Tristan shook his head, his eyes blazing as he released one of my hips so that he could reach up and free my lip from my teeth.

"Don't hide the sweet sounds from me, baby," he said roughly.

"I want to hear you fall apart on my cock for the first time."

Then he pulled out and slammed home again, the thrust so hard that it jarred my entire body, and any thoughts of being in control, of staying quiet and demure while I allegedly lost my virginity...all of it flew out the window.

"Tristan!" His name fell from my lips before I could stop it, and he growled, already fucking me deep and hard and fast.

Not frantic, but steady.

All the way in, and all the way out.

"Fuck, I love the way you say my name," he gritted out, his jaw tense.

His fingers dug into my hips so hard that I knew there would be bruises there the next day, and every thrust slammed the head of his cock right up against my prostate, making me see stars.

The sounds that fell from my lips as he fucked me didn't even sound human, and God, there was going to be no coming back from this.

Even if I decided that working at Studio Black wasn't for me, there was no going back to a world where I'd never been fucked by Tristan Harker.

"Oh, fuck...Fuck, I'm close..." I choked out, clenching my hands into fists at my sides in the sheets.

My cock was so fucking hard, felt so swollen and tight, I was almost positive that the barest brush of my fingers against it would make shoot.

And I knew for a fact that I'm was going to have to wait to be given the go ahead for the money shot.

"I can feel it, baby.

I can feel how close you are.

Do you want to come?" Tristan's eyes flashed, and his teeth pulled back in an almost demonic snarl, releasing my hip and reaching up to tweak one of my nipples harshly.

The bite of pain only made it better, somehow, and I squirmed, clenching down on his cock and desperately trying not to lose control.

"You're good, guys." Dorian's voice floated to us, barely interrupting the frantic pace of our fucking.

"Whenever you need.

We can film more filler after a break."

He sounded a little breathless, like he was being just as affected by the scene that we were putting on as we were, and that made something inside of me feel all warm and gooey.

I couldn't imagine what it would take to affect a director who literally watched people fucking for his job, and the fact that it sounded like the was just as into everything as we were...it was...validating?

That was silly, but it didn't make it any less true.

Tristan's fingers tweaked my nipple again, yanking me out of my thoughts, and he smirked at me, fucking harder.

"Hear that, baby? You can come whenever you want." Another pinch to my nipples, and the gleam in his eyes was the only warning I got before he finished, "As long as you can come untouched."

His words fell on my ears, and ordinarily, I would have balked.

I would have told him that I'd never been able to have a hands-free orgasm, even when I was actually in college and sexually frustrated as all hell.

But in that moment, not only was it attainable, and achievable. It was...

"Oh, fuck, yes, there, there, there..." I moaned helplessly as he pounded against my prostate, and when Tristan released my nipple, only for his hand to slide up and wrap firmly around the column of my neck, bracketing me in place while he pounded me into the bed, that was the last straw I needed.

"Fuck!" I very nearly screamed as my cock jerked, and pleasure made my vision white out as I spilled all over my stomach, come spurting so far up that I swear I felt it hit one of my nipples.

I groaned helplessly at the pleasure, and Tristan's fingers tightened around my throat as he pounded into me harder.

"Fuck, so good.

So fucking good, baby.

So tight, so fucking perfect...fuck."

I opened my eyes just in time to watch him throw back his head, and slam his hips inside of me as his cock jerked and he followed me over the edge.

The groan that he let out was low and hedonistic and indulgent, and I mentally filed away the image of him coming for the first time in my spank bank.

I would be remembering this moment for a long fucking time.

"Fuck..." I whimpered, squeezing around him one more time and watching my cock give one more exhausted jerk, before it finally stilled, and Tristan's fingers on my throat and hip relaxed.

"Yeah, fuck," he said, slightly out of breath.

He leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to my lips, and then straightened up to gently pull his softening cock out of me.

"Fuck, that's hot," he murmured, his hands splaying on my thighs as he watched his come immediately start to leak out of me.

I flushed, clenching, but that wasn't going to stop it. Fuck.

A moment passed with his eyes on the place where he had just fucking wrecked me, and then there was a soft clearing of someone's throat, and Dorian called out, "Alright, cut.

Good, guys.

That was...really fucking good."

I blinked, and Tristan looked like he was coming out of a bit of a haze, and he glanced over his shoulder towards the crew.

"Great," he said, his voice raspy.

"Fifteen?"

I finally looked over in the shadowy corner where the camera was, allowing my eyes to adjust to the difference in light so that I could see the people standing there, and Emmett and Dorian were standing behind the camera with slightly awed, hungry looks on their faces as they looked at us, and the erections in both of their pants were impossible to ignore.

Dorian nodded, looking at his husband.

"Yeah, fifteen," he agreed, his voice rasping.

"We'll film filler afterwards but...damn."

Tristan chuckled, and he nodded, holding out his hand for me and smiling.

"Come on, baby star.

Let's get cleaned up and some water.

The day isn't over yet."