A Life in Hollywood
Chapter 16 - Alicia Vikander - Part 3
The cast and some senior crew had dinner together at a quiet restaurant near the hotel. Eddie was in good form, relaxed after a solid day, telling stories from his time on Les Misérables. He had everyone laughing with a tale about getting stuck in a barricade rig during rehearsals, dangling awkwardly while trying to stay in character.
"I looked like a very dramatic puppet," Eddie said, grinning as he gestured with his wine glass. "The director kept shouting 'More passion!' while I was just trying not to fall on my face."
Alicia sat across from Osiah, occasionally catching his eye across the candlelit table. She looked lovely in a simple dark sweater and jeans, her hair down after a long day in costume. She smiled at him more than once, warm and a little nervous. After dessert and a couple rounds of drinks, people started drifting off. Eddie had an early call the next morning and excused himself with a wave. Soon it was just Alicia and Osiah at the table, the restaurant winding down around them with soft chatter from the remaining staff.
She played with the stem of her wine glass for a moment, gathering her thoughts, then looked up at him. The candlelight caught in her eyes.
"Can we talk about method acting for a second?" she asked, voice casual but with a clear undercurrent of something more.
Osiah raised an eyebrow, setting his own glass down. "Sure."
"I've been thinking about Gerda a lot," she said, leaning in slightly. Her Swedish accent softened the words. "About how she has to support Lili through something so personal, so intimate. The physical side of it too—the desire, the confusion, the love that has to adapt. I want to feel that more deeply on camera. Maybe… talk it through with someone I trust. Someone who understands the work but isn't part of the performance pressure."
Osiah nodded, supportive. "Makes sense. This role asks a lot of you. What are you thinking?"
Alicia's eyes met his, steady and vulnerable. "I was wondering if you'd help me explore it. Off set. Privately."
He caught the shift in her tone immediately. "Alicia…"
She smiled, a little nervous but clearly determined. "I like you, Osiah. I've liked talking to you these past weeks. The way you listen, the way you keep things steady on set. And right now I'm sitting here thinking about Gerda wanting to please her husband, wanting to be close in every way, even when everything is changing around them. So maybe… I can be brave tonight."
The air between them thickened. Osiah studied her for a moment. She was sincere. No games, no set fling energy. Just honest want mixed with genuine nervousness.
They left the restaurant together and walked back to her hotel in quiet tension. The London streets were damp from an earlier rain, lights reflecting on the pavement in soft orange glows. Alicia walked close beside him, their arms brushing occasionally. Neither spoke much, but the silence felt charged rather than awkward. Every few steps her shoulder would touch his, and she didn't pull away.
The moment the door to her room closed behind them, Alicia turned to him. She stepped close, hands resting on his chest, and kissed him—soft at first, tentative, testing. Then deeper and hungrier as he responded, her tongue sliding against his. Her body pressed against his, small but strong, her thighs brushing his as she leaned in, the heat of her already noticeable.
"I've been thinking about this for days," she whispered against his mouth, voice breathless and a little shaky.
Osiah backed her against the wall, hands sliding down her back to grip her ass through the dress. Alicia moaned softly into the kiss, her legs parting as he lifted one thigh around his hip. The fabric of her dress rode up, and he reached under it, fingers finding her already soaked through her panties. He pushed the thin material aside
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"Again," she whispered, already rolling her hips lazily. "I'm not finished with you yet."
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They lay together afterward, limbs tangled, breathing slowly returning to normal. Alicia rested her head on his chest, one leg thrown over his. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the hotel heating and the occasional distant sound of London traffic far below. Her fingers traced lazy patterns along his collarbone, occasionally dipping lower to brush across his stomach.
"I've been thinking about what comes after this project," she said quietly, voice soft in the dim light. "Ex Machina is getting so much attention right now, and this role is so different. It feels like everything is speeding up all at once. Sometimes I wonder if I should take a break after this, go home to Sweden for a while, just breathe. Walk in the forests near my parents' house, eat real home-cooked food instead of craft services. What about you? Do you ever get that feeling after a big job—wanting to disappear for a bit?"
Osiah ran his hand slowly up and down her back, fingers tracing the line of her spine. "Yeah. After the first Avengers wrapped I took almost two months off. Went hiking in the Sierras, stayed off my phone as much as I could. The industry moves so fast that if you don't step back you burn out. You start seeing everything as another set, another schedule. What would you do if you went home?"
Alicia smiled against his skin, her breath warm. "Sleep in my childhood bed for as long as I want. Eat my mum's cooking every day—proper Swedish meatballs, fresh bread, lingonberry everything. Maybe paint something that has nothing to do with a character or a script. Just… be normal for a while. Though I know I'd miss working after a month. I get restless when things are too quiet. I'd probably end up reading scripts in the garden anyway."
They talked about small dreams and quiet wishes. Alicia told him about wanting to visit Japan one day, not for work but just to walk around Tokyo without a schedule, eat street food, and get lost in the crowds. Osiah shared his own half-formed plans—maybe a long road trip across the American West, stopping in small towns with no cell service. They swapped silly childhood stories: Alicia sneaking into movies as a teenager in Sweden by pretending to be older, how she'd always known she wanted to act but never imagined it would lead to Hollywood. Osiah told her about his early USC days, the mistakes on low-budget student films that taught him more than any class ever did.
The conversation felt easy and close, the kind that happens when two people are comfortable in the afterglow. Alicia's fingers kept moving gently on his chest as her voice grew softer, more sleepy.
"I really like you, Osiah," she murmured. "Not just this. All of it—the talks on set, the way you listen, how steady you are. It feels… safe. Real."
He stroked her hair, brushing a strand behind her ear. "I like you too. You bring something genuine to the work. It's rare."
Alicia drifted off first, breathing steady against his chest. Osiah lay awake a few minutes longer, hand resting on the curve of her hip, listening to her breathe. London nights were colder than LA, but the hotel room felt warm.
***
Sunlight filtered through the curtains the next morning. Alicia stirred first, stretching against him with a soft, contented hum. She kissed his chest, then lower, trailing her lips down his stomach. Osiah woke up to the warm, wet feeling of her mouth around his cock.
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Afterward they showered together, hands roaming but without urgency this time. Alicia leaned against him under the hot water, smiling up at him as he soaped her back and ass. "No regrets," she whispered, pressing a kiss to his chest.
"None," he agreed, kissing the top of her head.
They had breakfast in the room—coffee, toast, fruit, and some yogurt from the mini-fridge. Alicia sat cross-legged on the bed in one of his t-shirts, which hung loose on her smaller frame, the hem riding up her thighs. She looked soft and relaxed, hair still messy from sleep, stealing bites from his plate with a playful grin every few minutes.
"I'm nervous about the big emotional scene this afternoon," she admitted, stirring her coffee slowly. "Gerda has to watch Lili struggle and hold it together while everything inside her is breaking. It's going to be draining. We rehearsed it yesterday and I could barely get through it without tearing up for real. But having you around makes it feel a little easier. You're very… grounding. You don't make a big deal out of things, but you notice everything. It helps."
Osiah smiled, taking a sip of his own coffee. "You've got this. I've seen you in the monitors during rehearsals. The emotion is there. You're not forcing it—you're letting it come through naturally. Gerda's strength is quiet, like yours. Just trust that."
Alicia nodded, stealing another piece of toast from his plate. "Thank you. I needed to hear that. Some mornings I wake up and wonder if I'm the right person for this. Eddie carries so much of the film on his shoulders. I just want to match his level, you know? Not let him down."
"You're not," Osiah said simply. "The chemistry between you two reads real. The audience is going to feel it."
They finished breakfast with lighter talk—Alicia teasing him about his American coffee habits versus proper Swedish filter brew, Osiah asking about her favorite quiet spots back home.
On set that day things felt normal on the surface, but there was a new undercurrent between them. Osiah did his job with his usual focus. One of the key scenes they were shooting was an emotional walk-and-talk through a dressed Copenhagen street. Eddie, as Einar further explores his identity as Lili, walks beside Alicia as Gerda. The background needed to feel lived-in—people going about their day, glancing at the couple with subtle curiosity but not staring.
Osiah coordinated the extras carefully. "Remember, you're not watching a show," he told a small group quietly during the final reset. "You're locals in 1926. Maybe you notice the tall figure in the dress, but you've got your own life—heading to the market, meeting a friend, hurrying to work. Natural glances, no lingering. Keep it subtle."
The cameras rolled. Eddie moved with careful grace in the period suit, his posture already shifting toward something more feminine. Alicia walked beside him, her hand lightly on his arm, her face showing a mix of love and quiet worry. Osiah watched from the side, making small hand signals to the background captains when an extra drifted too obviously into frame. The take felt alive—the extras moved naturally, the light caught the details of the set, and the leads' performances carried real weight. When the director called cut, there was a quiet satisfaction in the air.
During the quick break afterward, Eddie and Alicia joined Osiah near craft services. Eddie was still buzzing from the scene, wiping a bit of sweat from his brow.
"That felt good," Eddie said, accepting a bottle of water. "The way the background moved today made it feel like a real street. Thanks for that, Osiah. Sometimes on these intimate scenes the extras can pull focus, but today it supported everything."
Osiah shrugged modestly. "Just keeping them alive without stealing the moment. You two were strong in that take. The hesitation in Gerda's touch read really well."
Alicia smiled, standing close enough that her arm brushed his. "I was worried I was overdoing the worry. It's such a delicate balance—loving someone while being scared for them at the same time."
Eddie nodded, leaning against a table. "It's tricky. After The Theory of Everything I thought I'd had my fill of heavy emotional roles for a while, but this one pulls you in differently. I had a conversation with a friend who worked on a similar project a few years ago. He told me the trick is to find one small personal thing to anchor the character in every scene. For me it's the way Lili looks at colors and fabrics—like the world is suddenly brighter. Keeps it from becoming too abstract."
He shared a quick story about a funny moment during The Theory of Everything rehearsals where he'd tried to mimic Stephen Hawking's speech patterns so intensely that he gave himself a sore throat for two days. "My wife had to remind me I wasn't actually supposed to live in the chair 24/7," Eddie laughed. "But it helped me understand the isolation he must have felt. I'm hoping to do something lighter next—maybe a comedy or a historical adventure. There's talk of a project with some old friends from theater. We'll see."
Alicia listened, then turned to Osiah. "What about you? Any dreams for after this? Or are you happy jumping between big Marvel chaos and these quieter stories?"
Osiah thought for a moment. "A bit of both. The big ones pay the bills and teach you scale. The smaller ones like this remind you why you got into it. I'd like to direct something one day—nothing huge, just something personal."
The conversation flowed easily for a few more minutes before the AD called everyone back. Eddie gave Osiah a friendly clap on the shoulder. "Keep doing what you're doing. Makes our job easier."
Alicia lingered for a second longer, her hand brushing Osiah's arm again. "See you after this next block?" she asked quietly, eyes warm.
"Yeah," he replied with a small nod.
The work continued—intimate, focused, meaningful.
And for now, that was more than enough.
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