"I'm still searching for your starlight." Bronze Whale "The Search.

In her room Christina unpacked her things. She planned on turning in early, she had a lot to do the next day. She had to pick up the rest of her luggage, she needed to get Sandy from the kennel. Plus she had to check in with the modeling agency. It would be a while before she was completely settled in her new place.

Then Christina thought about the situation she was in. She had to share her apartment with Robbie. She had never lived with a man before. She had always imagined that she would live with the man she loved, not some smooth talking, potty mouth, sex crazed. . .beast!

When Christina opened her top drawer she found a surprise.

The small drawer was full of condoms.

Oh sweet Lord.

Christina picked up several and looked at them. Trojans, Wet 'n Wild, Bareback, Magnum. She read the labels: Flavored, Scented, Ribbed For Her Pleasure. The last one caught her eye. Her pleasure. So he cared about pleasing women. Well that was a point for him. She noted the size of condoms.

Large.

Oh sweet Jesus. For some reason she found that. . .somewhat exciting. Oh my. So Robbie was well endowed.

Shaking her head, Christina gathered up the condoms and went to his room, rapping loudly on the door.

Robbie flung it open, wearing nothing but tight black boxer briefs. Right away Christina's eyes went down below his navel.

"Can I help you?" He snapped his fingers. "Hello? My eyes are up here, love."

She scoffed, a little embarrassed. "Don't flatter yourself, love. I'm just giving you back these." She placed the condoms in his hands. "Thought you would like them back. I guess you'll be needing them."

Robbie smiled as he accepted them. "I sure would, thanks." He tossed them in the room behind him. "I've got big plans for them." He gave a wicked laugh.

Christina could imagine what those big plans were. "You sure use a lot of condoms." she said accusingly. Then she wanted to kick herself. It sounded like she cared and why should she? It wasn't her business anyway what he did.

Robbie chuckled. "Let me tell you something about condoms," He leaned closer to her. "They're a hell of a lot cheaper than child support and STD medicine."

"Please, I know all about condoms."

"Yeah?" He looked her up and down. "What are you, eighteen? Are you even legal?"

"I'm twenty, thank you." Christina said, flipping her hair back in what she hoped was a mature way. "What are you, in high school?"

"Twenty four, love." He stood straight. "And well experienced, in case you needed to know."

Christina did not need to know that, maybe. "Yeah, right."

They watched each other for a moment. Christina tried to play it cool. She did not want this guy to see that he was making her nervous.

"So," Robbie said while running his hand along his chest. "Do you need to get in the bathroom, have a shower?" He ran his tongue slowly across his lips. "Wanna shower together? Save on water?"

Christina had an image of Robbie slick with water, beads of it forming on his face, his chest, his. . .other areas. "No thank you, you go right ahead." She turned and went back into her room, slamming the door behind her.

Robbie chuckled to himself. She was a feisty one. He liked how she didn't take his crap, she always put him in his place. He had never known a girl that had that much spunk, it was refreshing.

He rapped on her door. "Hey, come on, I was just messing with you," he called. "You go on ahead and use the bathroom, I'm good."

A moment later Christina opened the door. She breezed past him and went in the bathroom, again slamming the door behind her.

"You're welcome," he called after her. There was no response. He shook his head. Whoever her man was, he was going to have his hands full with that one, he thought.

He glanced on the floor and saw a large black and white photo, lying near the doorway. Out of curiosity he picked it up. It was a picture of Christina.

Robbie gulped as he stared at it. The picture was done professionally. Christina wore dark eyeshadow and lipstick. She also wore a tight black tank top or dress and was leaning back while gazing into the camera. Damn, she looked hot!

"Oh, man," he mumbled. This woman was so sexy, so delicious. Was this the same feisty girl that was in his bathroom right now? If so he was in for a world of trouble.

He heard Christina opening the door. With the picture still in his hand he rushed to his room. He heard her go to her room, then she went back into the bathroom. He wondered if he should return the photo. He looked at it again. Hell, no he was keeping this. It was too tasty to give up. She probably had copies in her portfolio anyway.

Christina finally left the bathroom wrapped in a towel that barely came to her thighs. Damn, this girl was giving him some good wood today.

"I'm out," she said as she stopped in his doorway. "I promise I didn't leave any bras and panytyhose hanging in there."

Robbie held his script in his lap, hiding his wood. He had to clear his throat to speak. "Hope I don't find a box of tampons in there."

"Fuck you."

He laughed. "Don't you wish you could, love."

"Better yet, fuck yourself."

"Already did, liked the first idea better."

Once again the door slammed. Once again Robbie shook his head. This was going to be fun.

The next morning they were up and rushing around, getting an early start to their day. They managed to leave their place without killing each other.

Robbie had to be at the studio at six A.M. sharp. He went straight into hair and makeup and got into costume. His lines were memorized, he was ready to go.

Then there was a delay with the director.

"Sorry, guys," the director said. "It looks like it's going to be awhile."

"Seriously?" Robbie rolled his eyes. "How long this time, forever?"

"Watch it, smart ass." the director said. "And don't go far getting into trouble."

Robbie was already at the door. "I won't."

"I'm serious. I don't want your hair messed up."

Robbie snuck out of the studio anyway. He went next door to another studio where a woman stood smoking. She wore a long frilly dress and matching bonnet.

Robbie approached her. "Hey, sweetie," He couldn't remember her name. "What's with the Little Bo Peep get up?"

"Aw shut up." she nudged him. "It's a job."

"Yeah?" He took the cigarette from her lips and flung it away. "I got a job for you."

She laughed. "Fuck you."

He clicked his tongue. "Tch, such language. Do you suck my dick with that dirty mouth?"

She pulled her dress up. "You first."

Robbie knelt down and tried to climb under the many frills. "Geez, do I need a search party under here?" He dove in while the woman threw her leg over his shoulder. Soon he let his tongue do the searching.

The director was done with his task. "Where's Robbie? Has anybody seen him?"

Meanwhile Christina had managed to get most of her errands done. She rushed to the kennels and got her baby Sandy. She had missed her so much during their time apart.

Christina went back to the apartment, letting Sandy run through her new home. She went to grab her portfolio to take to the agency.

While going through her pictures, Christina noticed that one was missing. It was one of her favorites, the classic black and white shot. Maybe it was around somewhere. She hoped it turned up soon.

She gave Sandy some food and water, wondered if Robbie would have a problem with having a puppy in the apartment. If he did too bad. Sandy was her baby, she went wherever Christina went.

At that moment she wondered what Robbie was doing.

Meanwhile in the remote area between two studios Robbie was banging the hell out of the girl whose name he forgot.

At that moment he wondered what Christina was doing.

A/N Hi guys, vote and comment and Happy New years to all :)