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2020-04-20
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2020-05-02
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Noémie and Adèle

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Hi! I start to post here the google translation of Noémie y Adèle, the Spanish fanfic, with some improvements but I welcome and thank your suggestions in the comments!! We need a human translator anyway!!

Actresses Noémie Merlant and Adèle Haenel fall in love during the shooting of Portrait of a Lady on Fire in a few days.
This is just a tribute to the wonderful love story we have all seen unfold during the promotion of the movie Portrait of a Lady on Fire. Not knowing if it is just a collective fantasy, caused by our desire for it to happen, or is it reality.

UPDATED:
The second part of this story is titled "Céline and Adèle" and it is already being posted, please enjoy 😉

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She takes off her blouse. She has her back to me.

I look at two big moles and run my fingers over them. Without thinking. She turns to look at me. She didn't expect my hand on her back.

Céline enters the room. We are going to film the kiss in the cave and she comes to say that everything is ready. But Adèle is not ready, she is still getting dressed.

- We must hurry. In an hour the tide rises, reports Céline, and leaves us alone.

Adèle looks at me while dressing. She watches me curiously. Why have I touched her? But doesn't ask me, not yet. There is a reserve between the two, a reserve that I endeavor to break as soon as possible. But it is that the night before on the beach, she placed her hand on my thigh, absentmindedly, twice. It is true that we had drunk and that it is normal to leave the hand carelessly on the leg of the person next to you. It is not so typical, however, that someone caress your bare back, without saying a word, when you are changing your clothes. But it hasn't bothered her. Her gaze smiles at me, though she says nothing. I like her body. I like her back, her shoulders, her hands. I try not to dwell too much on all the details, so as not to bother her.

- You have two moles on your back, you know?

She continues to smile as she finishes dressing.

- Aren't you going to help me?

I'm crazy. I don't know how I dared to do it, to touch her without excuse. Crazy, crazy. Crazy about her. I've never felt anything like this before. This kind of suicidal urge, to go over everything, to think of nothing but her at all hours. Now she knows I want her. If she doubted it. I don't know which of the two is going to take the first step, but I know that it happens to her too. Maybe she doesn't show it as much as I do, because Céline is nearby. It seems to me that they are no longer together, but I would not swear. For my part, I don't care. When she put her hand on my leg on the beach, I felt happy. I felt nothing but her hand. The voices around were a meaningless rumor, I concentrated on her hand so much that I forgot I was talking to someone and it was impossible to have a conversation with me. I pretended I was a little drunk. It was a lie. Do you feel me tremble? Do you realize the effect you have on me? I'm sure about that.

- Shall we go down to the beach? She says, when she's finished.

- Yeah...

We both go as automata, reviewing in the head what Céline has told us. We are dressed as Héloïse and Marianne, but I will kiss Adèle and she will kiss Noémie. We both wear those veils covering our mouths, with the excuse of protecting ourselves from the wind. First we will shoot the descent to the beach, she holding on to me and I on her, "collaborating" to go down.  because according to Céline, no one will take on the male-protective role, not even Marianne. In the film that role doesn't exist.

Céline, at night, in front of a bottle of wine and cheese, explains what the purpose is:

- It is not about a woman taking the typical male role, the typical role that man has always had. It is not about saving anyone or beating the bad guys. We don't want that here. That is staying halfway to change. What needs to be done is to eliminate that role of savior and saved, to eliminate the dynamics of the conflict.

Those words dance in my head as we help each other down to the beach. Héloïse looks at Marianne, Marianne looks at Héloïse, alternately, and the eyes never meet. It is so. Céline has said that it must be so and we have internalized the choreography, our dance step on the rocks, as we go down to the arena. Now, Adèle will go ahead and I will follow her. She will go into the rocks, seeking refuge from the wind, seeking the place from which to wait for me. I will follow her from a distance, her footprints in the sand, her figure in front of the mouth of a cave, like an Eurydice inviting me to go down to hell. I approach slowly, counting the steps in my mind, following the rhythm, like a metronome that Céline has put inside me. The tide rises. We will record this scene three times.

When we go back to the apartment, I'm thinking about that kiss. That kiss that we have tripled. I keep savoring it in my mouth. Since they say I'm an introvert, I can stay like this, without attracting attention, but I am thinking about that kiss shamelessly.

- Come, Adèle says, who realizes that she is driving me crazy and does not want to leave me alone.

Now we have free. It is already dark, we have recorded enough for today. She seems like a happy girl. Shouts:

- Let's change our clothes!

And we run to the house. The rest of the shooting will be in the city, so people want to enjoy the beach. Tonight we will sit around the fire again. We will see the last rays of the sun again illuminating the horizon, we will drink again. I wonder if this time, Adèle will look for a sit next to me and willfully place her hand on my leg again. I wonder if I will. I live it all like a crazy adventure.

- Are you going to bathe?, she asks me.

I look into her blue-green eyes, it's as if I have plunged into them. I smile stupidly.

- Ok, I'm going to take a bath. But I don't know if we will get sick.

- Bah, don't be afraid. We will leave immediately and we will bundle up warmly.

Many bathe naked. Adele too. I do the same. I take off my clothes. She is already in the water. It's a ritual, you know, she explained to me. I don't know if she is serious, she smiles all the time. A ritual bathing in the sea in October, without clothes. It means you start a new life. I go into the cold water screaming. I still don't know what awaits me, but in the dark water, in the dark of the night on the beach, she hugs me for a moment and I feel her body pressed against mine. And I don't want it to separate. For a few seconds I feel myself dying. Céline also comes to bathe. Now we are all in the water. I realize that Adèle separates from me, keeps her distance. It depresses me to think that they are still together. We get out of the water. I first. I dry myself and from the shore I observe them: are they together in the water, do they kiss, touch each other? I watch as a jealous husband. I dry and get dressed quickly, and get under a blanket.

When Adèle leaves and reaches where I am, she asks me if I'm not going to share the blanket. Again, that night, we sit together. People play cards, they tell anecdotes, jokes. Adèle is exalted, as she is, she is happy and she is so intense, but she doesn't move from my side, under the blanket. I feel her body a few inches from mine, and again she has her hand on my leg. I interpret all this as a confirmation of what I want: she feels the same, she doesn't want us to be apart all day and all night.