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PatM Learning to Kiss (WC 804)


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INT. OBIE'S RANCH - LIVING ROOM - EARLY MORNING

Jeremiah exits the guest bedroom, confronting Obie as she works on her latest writing project curled in her favorite chair.

        JEREMIAH
    I heard you last night as I came in.
        OBIE
    Heard me?
        JEREMIAH
    You know, crying.
        OBIE
    Crying? I wasn't crying about anything
    last night. In fact, I had a very good
    night.
        JEREMIAH
    You know, crying. Crying out.
        OBIE
    Crying... Oh. Yeah. That's part of
    what made it so good a night. You
    thought I was celibate?
        JEREMIAH
    I thought we were engaged.
        OBIE
    Engaged? As in, in real life? Not
    just as a publicity stunt? Not as in
    "Any publicity is good publicity to an
    actor"?
        JEREMIAH
    Yeah.
        OBIE
    When you've never even asked me? You don’t
    find that a bit ludicrous?
Nervously, Jeremiah drops his head, then peers up at her pleadingly.

        JEREMIAH
    Yeah. When you put it that way.
        OBIE
    When you’ve never even kissed me with-
    out an international TV audience egging
    you on?
Jeremiah grows bolder.

        JEREMIAH
    That can be remedied, you know.
        OBIE
    Oh?
        JEREMIAH
    How about a little encouragement, here.
    You're as intimidating as hell.
        OBIE (CONTINUOUS)
      (sarcastically)
    Now that's just the right sort of dia-
    log to get me in the mood.
      (beat)
    Minnesota shyness got you? After all
    the practice you’ve had in public,
    that’s the only place you can kiss?
When Jeremiah seems turned to stone, Obie smiles, relenting a little.

        OBIE
    Go ahead and do your dangdest, kiddo.
Jeremiah takes a deep breath and gives her a "movie" kiss, designed to be viewed, but neither investing nor inspiring a drop of passion.

Obie breaks it off when the kiss seems to be heading into extra innings.

        OBIE
    I can see I've got my work cut out for me.
Obie takes a deep breath and steps back a bit.

        OBIE
    First off, excise the movie camera in
    your head. What you look like as you
    kiss is nowheresville in this scenario.

    Secondly, duration is secondary to pas-
    sion felt/inspired by the lip lock.
Reaching out, Obie runs one finger down the side of his face.

        OBIE
    Thirdly, a touch is both sensitive and
    inviting, or it's not. Cold calcula-
    tion has nothing to do with it. It has
    to well up spontaneously. It is an ex
    pression of what should be deeply felt.

    Touching any body part with any of your
    body parts can be erotic if it is the
    right person, in the right mood, behind
    that touch.

    A case in point: How erotic is your
    cheek? My finger? Yet you got hard
    over it.
Jeremiah stiffens, pulling back slightly.

        OBIE
    Is that an engaged man's reaction to
    his fiancée? Of course not.
Jeremiah relaxes, tipping his head back, as if contemplating the ceiling for inspiration.

        OBIE
    There's absolutely nothing wrong with
    learning to keep your real life sepa-
    rate from your on-screen image. But,
    before you turn thirty, you need to
    learn how to kiss in real time. Any
    special people you'd like to learn
    with/from?
Jeremiah flirts shamelessly.

        JEREMIAH
    In some circles, I'm considered a stud
    muffin.
        OBIE
    You do have your moments. I didn't
    mean to threaten your manhood. You
    once admitted that you were tired of
    that role. You are considered past
    your sexual peak now. But as women
    gain in experience, their values tend
    to shift. By the time they're forty,
    they supposedly hit their sexual peak.
    Someone whose sex passes theirs pur-
    portedly at nineteen, who then rests on
    his laurels instead of maturing and de-
    veloping, is likely to be left lonely
    by something other than choice in the
    future when fame flees.
Jeremiah switches to "hurt little boy" mode.

        JEREMIAH
    So, who were you with?
        OBIE
    Someone old enough to be "safe", or so I thought.
        JEREMIAH
    You seem... content.
        OBIE
      (smugly)
    Yeah. That's a good term for it.
        JEREMIAH
    So, who's my competition?
        OBIE
    Jeremiah, seriously, there's no compe-
    tition. He's more age-compatible.
    He's really way too old for me, but ...
Obie's eyes get all dreamy.

        OBIE
    Prostate surgery and all, his powers of
    imagination proved equal to the task.
    I'd always been told once guys had that
    surgery, they were like placid old
    geldings. NOT!
Obie beams benignly, not intending to be devastating.

Overcome with feeling, Jeremiah sweeps her into his arms and kisses her, leaving Obie decidedly weak-kneed.

        OBIE
    That's definitely more like it.
    There's hope for you yet, Jeremiah, my
    boyo. Maybe it's just a matter of mo-
    tivation.
        JEREMIAH
    I don't think so. That's the first
    time you've ever called me by my name,
    ever directed that smile my way.
Jeremiah runs his hand along the side of her face, tugging lightly on her ear.

        JEREMIAH
    It's addicting.
Jeremiah's next kiss starts out tenderly, eliciting enticing noises from her, then wraps them both in a passionate haze.

Last updated 6/26/2007.

Word Count: 804
Reading Level: 4.9
Tags: patm
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