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Opposites Collide	By : Redneckgirl Category: Individual Celebrities > Wentworth Miller Views: 2759 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction in its entirety. I am not claiming these events to be true to life in any way, shape or form and do not know Wentworth Miller personally. The story itself and OC's are of my own creation and no monies are being made o

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The aches that have begun to spread through my body have nothing to do with pain as such, more caused by the ache of desire to feel Went’s mouth where I need it most. Because right now, after an HOUR of just being kissed from head to toe front and back my skin feels so sensitive all it would take is one skilfully aimed touch and I’d explode. Lying back on his bed (where he carried me to about halfway through stripping me of all my clothes) my body shakes at the feeling of his tongue circling around and around my lower abdomen, mere inches from where the top of my underwear would be if I was still wearing any, and also the feeling of his hands running up and down my legs. By now the tension is mounting so badly all I crave is for it to be released, and when it finally is I can barely recognise the sigh that comes from my mouth; I don’t think I’ve ever felt gratification as good as this, his tongue slowly sliding from the base to tip of my clit over and over, pausing for a few seconds and doing it again. And then he changes that movement to running the tip of his tongue around it in a circle before licking it slowly from side to side.
I don’t know how long he was down there for but I know this much; I’ve never had so many orgasms in such a short space of time in my entire life.

Each one brought on by hard stimulation via both fingers and tongue, those fingers staying inside me but his mouth easing up on contact each time I come to let sensitivity pass before its back again, flicking eagerly at my clit and bringing each explosion of pleasure about quicker than the last. I’m too delirious to count after five. Or was it six? Vaguely aware of him taking his jeans off I lie there in a daze, pupils dilated and chest heaving up and down and hear a snap of latex a few moments before he turns me onto my front, pushes my legs further apart and the next thing I feel is an iron hard erection slide into my wetness, lips kissing me from shoulder to shoulder while his hands reach under my body and grasp my breasts.

‘Painful?’ he says questioningly, reaching to kiss my cheek with ease.

‘No, oh hell no not painful at all!’ I exclaim, somewhere between complete bliss and delirium.

‘Mmmmmm, good’ he replies, mouth moving to my neck, his movements inside me getting deeper with each thrust, his fingers pinching at my nipples as he moans deeply into my ear. I turn my head around and kiss him while voluntarily squeezing my vaginal muscles around him, squeezing and releasing as hard as I can and feeling him beginning to move quicker, each breath leaving his body a touch deeper and more desperate than the last. So far I’ve been the one receiving the pleasure so mind blowing I swear I’ve forgotten my own name on a couple of occasions, now it’s his turn to enjoy. And so I keep up on the squeezes, each one also helping my own release build and feel his body become subject to a series of judders, his pace inside me hard and fast.

‘You feel fucking amazing, ahhhhhhhh’ he groans deeply in my ear as he cums, keeping up the frantic momentum until I’m there too with a long sigh, my muscles tensing and feeling like the orgasm that rushes through my body spreads to them too when they release again, feeling Went resting his head between my shoulder blades, hot breaths blasting my back as he tries to catch his breath, sliding from within me and lying down next to me with an arm flung over my back. And we lie like that, completely still until the pleasure has ebbed away to leave just a feeling of contentment.

‘Sorry does that tickle?’ I say to him a little later as I lie with my head on his chest, stroking the defined pectoral muscles with my nails.

‘Itches, I really object to having to shave my damn chest’ he grumbles, moving my hand to scratch with a frown creasing his forehead. He looks so cute when he’s moody.

‘Well we can’t put the transfers on you unless you do. Believe me hair is a bitch to work around. I did Justin Timberlake’s for him when I worked on Alpha Dog and he used to complain too’ I reply, moving my hand down to his stomach, another part he has to keep hair free.

‘He used to complain when you were in bed with him too?’ Went then asks, raising an eyebrow at me before laughing, an ‘ouch’ in there somewhere when I thump his chest.

‘Shut up Miller’ I grumble, biting his chest when he doesn’t stop laughing.

‘Okay, enough attacking me now’ he says, grabbing my wrists and pushing me onto my back, rolling on top of me and pressing me into the bed. ‘There, rendered immobile’ he adds, grinning at me.

‘I could still bite you though’ I say, raising my eyebrows at him.

‘No, you can’t’ he says, bringing his mouth to mine to give me the kind of kiss that really diffuses anything else within me other than that familiar ache of want for him again. Ten minutes after this and I get him again, I have to say I’m impressed with his recovery rate. After that we fall asleep for a couple of hours before I wake at one, feeling wide awake. I get up and fetch myself a glass of water and return to find him sat on the wide windowsill in just his jeans, one leg hanging out of the window itself while he smokes a cigarette and watches the TV that’s on in the corner.

‘Nice to know there’s another person who likes the same nocturnal routines I do’ I say, walking over to him and stealing a smoke as I sit down between his legs, leaning back on his chest and feeling his arm slide around my waist as I stretch my legs out and light up.

‘Sex, sleep and TV? Yeah, I have the right priorities’ says Went, blowing smoke down his nose and tickling my stomach pleasantly while his legs both wrap around me, his arm then moving to drape across my breasts. ‘There, you look a little more covered now’ he says, smiling at me with a wide grin I’m a little bemused by.

‘And what does it matter? It’s just you and me, isn’t like anyone can see me naked up here is it?’ I say while my hand strokes his thigh.

‘I’d say that too unless Amaury hadn’t walked into his kitchen about thirty seconds ago, give him a wave he’s standing there right now’ he then says as my eyes fly to a point in the near distance to see the well built Puerto Rican wave up at us, killing himself laughing.

‘YOU BASTARD!’ I scream, elbowing Went hard in the chest as he explodes into hysterics. Gentlemanly and nice he may be, but there’s a dark and mischievous side to this man for sure. I lean off the side of the sill and grab a t shirt of his off the floor, turning my back to the window to pull it on before resuming my position curled up next to him, Amaury now out of sight but not presence as there’s a beep from inside Went’s pocket. He pulls out his cell and reads the message, laughing still and passing it to me.

‘You deserve to be beaten by her severely for that. Not that I really saw anything................................much ;) hahaha!’

‘He’s right you do deserve a beating, but I’ll catch you off guard with one when you’re least expecting it, it’ll be something to look forward to’ I say, touching my fist to his jaw before kissing the same spot.

'And it’ll be something funny for me to look forward to as well, you trying to give beats to someone twice the size of you’’ he replies nonchalantly, a laugh still rippling his voice slightly.

‘Bad man’ I whisper, finishing my cigarette and flicking it through the window and untangling myself from his embrace, pulling the t shirt off before sliding back into bed and being joined by him just a few moments later. And back under the covers is where our kissing resumes, but only for a few minutes before he picks up the remote and flicks the TV off.

‘I think sleep is the only thing I want to indulge in right now’ he tells me.

‘Sounds perfect to me’ I agree, resting my head on his shoulder and feeling a large strong arm wrap around me, his other hand resting on my ass as he kisses me a few more times in the darkness before we settle back down to sleep.

Wentworth’s POV.

Opening my eyes following their closure for the last nine hours of deep sleep the first thing I see is AJ, curled up next to me with her hand resting where her head was when she felt asleep at 1.15 this morning. I close my eyes and hope to be able to drift back off again; only able to manage that fitful kind of napping where you fall asleep just to wake up a few minutes later, so I decide to stay awake. Lying on my back I turn my head to the side and kiss AJ on her head before just spending a few minutes looking down at her as she sleeps. And rather than lying there and doing the usual male observance (yes girls, we honestly do think you look the most beautiful when you’ve got no makeup on and are sleeping, that I promise you) of how pretty she looks, I sit and for the first time really study each and every single tattoo on each of her arms.

On the arm that’s rested on my chest there’s a dragon that stretches from her shoulder to elbow, surrounded by clouds and magenta pink cherry blossoms, the only colour to grace either of her arms. Leading down from him are lots of swirly shaded patterns and tiny stars that lead to four staggered faces of geisha girls in portrait form, the shading continuing and almost framing these pieces. And up the back of her forearm she has more pink blossoms and also a whole script of Japanese writing. Some say Japanese style tattoos are common, but I’ve never seen any quite like this before, even each tiny symbol tattooed onto her flesh across the script is so detailed you can make out tiny brush strokes on each line. The translation is ‘By the Way of the warrior is meant death. The Way of the warrior is death. This means choosing death whenever there is a choice between life and death. It means nothing more than this. It means to see things through, being resolved’ which to her means she’d rather die than be untrue to herself and is a quote from an ancient Samurai called Yamamoto Tsunetomo.

And on the other arm which has now been clearly exposed to me since AJ has turned onto her back, making me almost end up with her thumb in my eye as she stretches in sleep, is a huge collage of roses and lilies, with butterflies, various little bugs and bees all in various states of activity in between them, the shading and stars theme of the right arm extending to this one but in slightly different style. And then on her inner forearm looking like they are being framed by the flowers she has staggered portraits of her mother and father, and then her, Alex and Jack all as babies. And because she went to the best portrait artist she knew of, a guy by the name of Jack Rudy in Anaheim as he told me her has cost her a small fortune. Since the first one he did, a portrait of basketball legend Magic Johnson on the side of her upper left thigh she told me she estimates she has about $5,000 worth of Jack Rudy’s expertise on her body (and a total of $9,000 counting all her other pieces).

Ah, her gorgeous legs. Even though I can’t see those at present I’ve memorized them well, and know the layout of the tattoos exactly. As stated before Magic Johnson resides at the very top of her left thigh, below him is B Real of Cypress Hill (she hopes to meet him one day and get him to scrawl his autograph underneath it so that can be tattooed there too), then a filigree border between him and a large open petal rose just where her thigh begins to meet her knee. And on the inside of that leg is where Jim Morrison lives right at the top (I’m almost used to seeing him watching me whenever I go down on her, almost), followed by Marilyn Monroe and Grace Kelly (who actually stretches more around to the back of her thigh) and then on the other leg on the inside she has one of my favourites just because I’ve never seen another like it. Judy Garland holding a small Yorkshire terrier, a tin man, a scarecrow and a lion with ‘There’s no place like home’ in loopy lettering beneath them, a shaded whirl of the eye of a hurricane in the background.

And then we get to the outside of her right leg. She has a smiling Angelina Jolie right at the top, looking at a butterfly come to rest on her fingertip (a picture that doesn’t actually exist anywhere but here since AJ drew this herself, and got to show lady in person when she did her makeup on the set of Tomb Raider. She tells me Angelina was touched to tears by the sentiment when she had shown her), then below her a small row of little pink roses, with no black outline making them look like they’ve just been airbrushed on, with a slightly darker pink outline of sorts and light green stems and leaves, and then Dolly Parton surrounded by varying degrees of shading.

The bottom of her legs are both identical in the fact thy have ivy creeping around each ankle and trailing up the sides of her legs a little, the outer and inner sides of her calves left blank for the future. And then there’s the other dragon that covers the bottom half of her back, so simple yet so finely detailed I could spend hours looking at it, just like I am now after AJ’s most recent shift in comatose position onto her other side. Who am I kidding? I isn’t just the tattoo’s I’ve become fond of gazing upon, it’s all of her. The woman beneath the ink who in her own special way I can feel getting under my skin just like the very art she’s covered in. And then she turns over again, stretches and opens her eyes. I was hoping she’d wake up sometime soon.

‘Morning’ I say quietly as her eyes come into focus properly and she gives me a huge smile as I reach over to kiss the tip of her nose.

‘Hey you, what time is it?’ She asks, reaching out to stroke my cheek before moving closer to kiss my lips.

‘Ten thirty’ I reply while stroking her arm.

‘Is it bad that I really don’t wanna get up yet?’ she asks me, rubbing her eyes.

C’mon, this is me you’re talking to, you know precisely what my reply will be’ I say to her, turning onto my front and draping an arm over her back.

‘Good’ she simply replies, making me laugh by head butting me in the shoulder until I turn onto my side and then lying curled up next to me kissing my chest with her arms around me. It’s about twelve thirty when we wake up again, and after we’ve showered and dressed I decide to take her to lunch at a small Italian restaurant come bar down by the waterfront where we sit outside in the surprisingly hot May sunshine. One pizza and one bowl of pasta later and we’re looking out over the river and talking while we drink beer.

‘So I take it that little bottle goes everywhere with you then?’ I enquire while I watch her spray more sun protection lotion onto her arms.

‘Absolutely, I paid a lot of money and went through a lot of pain for these. I want them to look nice always and making sure I protect them from the sun is one thing I can do, even though they will inevitably fade over time’ she replies, swapping hands to start on the other arm.

‘I was looking at them this morning for a while when you were still asleep, wondering what addition will be next’ I tell her, taking a cigarette she offers me.

‘Next I’m thinking of something to stretch down the side of my ribs, but I have to admit that scares me a little because I know how much it’ll hurt!’ she replies, lighting her smoke off my lighter before passing it back to me.

‘Now to me that just sounds very strange, that you’d be put off by the pain when you have...................how many single tattoos’ do you have now?’ I ask, looking down to where she’s crumbling up her pizza crusts and throwing them out for the small birds assembled by our table.

‘Thirty five’ she replies.

‘After thirty five tattoos, I just didn’t think that the pain would be that much of a bother to you any more’ I reply, perhaps a little naively. Well it would be really since I have none myself and none of my friends who do are as heavily covered as AJ.

‘Well it’s something I’m used to, I mean I had some shading done on the ivy around my ankles a couple of months back and I didn’t even flinch, but I know if I have my ribs done it’ll hurt like hell. But I’m a brave girl, I’m sure I’ll cope’ she says, sipping her beer.

‘Any idea on what you want to have there?’ I ask her, watching her break up the last of the crusts with her hands and scatter them onto the floor, smiling at the tiny birds feeding on them.

‘I’ve always wanted a portrait of Jesus somewhere, so perhaps him. I’ll draw something up and make up my mind eventually’ she replies with a smile.

‘I didn’t know you were religious’ I enquire.

‘I’m not to a very heavy extent, I do try and get to church about once a month though, not for a service but just time to sit alone and reflect and the like, and talk to JC. I just have a hell of a lot of respect for the man. When life gets tough for me I just think of him, and realize being nailed to a cross and left to painfully bleed to death is about a thousand times worse than anything I could ever face. And I have an affinity with anyone who was ever persecuted for being different, and basically that’s what happened to him. I like to think he was the first original rebel too, he died for what he believed in and that deserves respect’ she says, laughing a little.

‘Well when you put it like that I guess he was’ I reply, not able to stop myself reaching out and stroking her cheek with her thumb and then being knocked sideways by the feeling of happiness that floods me when she nestles her cheek against my hand, kissing my palm and then looking out over the river. This girl makes me seriously happy, and even after just seven weeks of dating I can safely say I think things are going really well. I haven’t enjoyed the dating game this much in years, with a woman who on the outside is my polar opposite, but on the inside we’re both very similar indeed. And throughout that afternoon I learn so much more about her, and see so many more common grounds we both have.

For example, even though she’s confessed to once trying an ecstasy pill and sorely regretting it, and in the past has smoked cannabis with her father she’s about as anti drug as I am. I learned that back in college one of her friends got hooked on doing coke, and after enduring AJ screaming at her for being an idiot for about an hour this girl Tamara found all she needed to get clean in one person, because AJ selflessly devoted her non study time to helping her stop her awful habit, and accomplished it too since she and Tamara are still in touch and she’s been clean for ten years this year. Also just like me she’s much more the kind of person who likes to stay in and amuse herself with movies, books and art rather than be stuck in the middle of some raucous nightclub or bar, even though on occasion we both like to go out with friends too.

Also just like me she loves to swim, but also has that lazy streak that I do too where she really doesn’t like doing much with her time off work. And another thing we have in common, how passionate we both are about the careers we have chosen, which brought us together in the first place. And later that evening it’s something that for now will part us again as she says she wants to go and get an early night and get everything sorted out before our 6am start on set tomorrow. So three hours ago I reluctantly let her go, and now as I sit on the couch feeling kind of empty without her presence I grab by phone and figure I might as well tell her that.

‘I wish you’d stayed here, this place is uncomfortably quiet without you in it xx’ I text to her, receiving a reply within a couple of minutes.

‘Yeah, I wish I had of now too. My bed feels uncomfortably empty without you in it :( xx’ she replies. And half an hour later when I’m lying in mine, I can’t help but draw the same comparison.
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