Scene one, draft one

As promised, here's page one of my new romantic dramedy feature that has no name. It's the very first draft, straight from my brain to the page with minimal editing.

Here goes draft one:



A BLACK SCREEN.

A WOMAN'S VOICE, moaning. A MAN'S VOICE, panting. The slap of bodies knocking against a bed frame.

WOMAN
Oh... Oh god.

MAN
Oh, fuck yeah! Fuck yes!

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

A WOMAN, bent naked on her stomach over a bed with her feet on the floor, her body lit up by the moonlight that reaches in through the open blinds. Behind her stands a MAN - tall, brutally hot and also naked, pushing her body forward in quick jolts as he cries out each time he slams into her.

BACK TO THE BLACK SCREEN. ON IT, A WORD:

CHASTITY

Moaning and yelling get louder. The bed squeaks.

BACK TO SCENE

CHASTITY FAULKNER, 28, teeth clenched and eyebrows furrowed with hair that falls with wild abandon around her face, she's a beautiful girl now that her makeup has rubbed and sweated off.

Her face glows in the reflected light while MAN cries out with his finishing push.

INT. KITCHEN - LATER

A small apartment kitchen, well used but poorly cleaned. Dishes piled up by the sink. A kitchen gnome covered in dust watches over the filth. Attempts have been made to clean in the past - it's not a complete pigsty, but clearly cleaning is not Chastity's priority.

Chastity, now clothed in cotton panties and a tank top, fills a glass with water from the filtered tap. MAN shuffles up, jeans already on, pulling his arms through the sleeves on his T-shirt.

CHASTITY
Want some water?

He looks at the dishes. A banana rots on top of the microwave.

MAN
Nah. I've got to get going.

CHASTITY
Oh.

MAN
That was fun, though.

CHASTITY
(drinking)
Yeah. Let me give you my number.

MAN
Oh, yeah. Sure, um..

He hands her his cell phone.

INT. BEDROOM - LATER

Mirrors on the closet doors, clothes scattered on the floor, and no decorations on the walls. Beside her platform bed sit a trash can and a bedside table that holds a lamp - currently on - and a copy of The House of Mirth.

Chastity climbs into bed sipping on her water. She grabs her book and opens to a marked page. She begins to read.

She looks up and spots a condom wrapper opened and empty at the foot of the bed. She leans over and picks it up. She examines it, then throws it in the trash can.

She lies back against her pillow and looks at her book. She puts it away and curls up with the pillow in her arms, hugging it tightly. She reaches over and turns out the light.