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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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AJ’s POV.
Waking up after the night of sexual athletics out in the lounge area in our hotel suite I move gingerly to take my first stretch. Ouch, that hurt. I ache all over, but yet looking down at my gorgeous man, his naked form just about covered by the sheet as he sleeps on his back all I can feel is the want for him start to surge again. I don’t know what it is, but since we got back from Chicago we really haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other, and it’s ever escalating too. I don’t know if you could class it as nymphomania but we really do tend to have a hell of a lot of sex nowadays.
But knowing if I start something now I really won’t have time to finish it and take the bath my sore body needs to recover, so I decide to remove myself from temptation and go crawl into the bath, filling the tub with the vanilla scented oil I brought yesterday and taking one of the five various magazines with me to read while I’m luxuriating in the hot water. Lying there feeling my aches and pains become eased to a more bearable level of annoyance I look down and see I small bruises forming on my hips and knees, the points I landed on first on many of the times I was thrown around the room by a very horny man who sometimes doesn’t know his own strength. The same man who has just entered the bathroom and put a cup of coffee down on the side of the tub and began to rub my shoulders.
‘I ordered room service so your toast will be stone cold by the time you get out of the tub’ he says, reaching around to kiss my cheek. He knows that if I have toast I have to wait until its cold before I cover it in butter; if butter melts it makes me feel queasy so that’s always how I’ve taken my toast.
‘Thanks mister’ I reply, holding my magazine in one hand while curling an arm behind me to reach around and stroke his back while he leans down and gives me a proper good morning kiss, one that makes my heart begin to beat quicker and the arousal begin to stir within me once more. What the hell is happening to me? It’s like that undercurrent of sexual energy that flowed between us before we ever had sex, and it just hasn’t gone away. The strength of the feelings of longing for each other are as strong as they always were. But sex aside, that almost instant feeling of connection I felt towards him almost four months ago hasn’t faded any either.
‘That’s quite a talent’ he comments three hours later as we move slowly along onto the bridge through the crazy New York traffic.
‘We’re doing fifteen miles an hour, at that speed accuracy is no sweat at all’ I say, carefully dipping the small brush back into the jade green pot of nail polish before applying it to my last toe. Since we’ve been stuck in an almighty tailback for the last forty minutes I needed something to do, so painting the nails it was.
‘And I hope your talent extends to the gift of the gab too, when you have to explain the green spots on the carpet to the rental company when we take this back’ he says, referring of course to the rented Saab 900 convertible he’s currently negotiating through the streets at slow speed.
‘Not gonna happen, fingers and toes are now all done’ I say with a smile, carefully picking up my book again and resting my bare feet up on the dash, watching Went shake his head and laugh quietly, reaching out and stroking my bare thigh. And so I light a cigarette and wait for my nails to dry as I continue to read, looking forward to the person waiting for us at our destination end very much. Usually I’d be very nervous about the whole ‘meet the parents’ thing, but since I’ve spoken to his mother Roxann on the phone a couple times now I sort of feel like I already know her a little and so it isn’t as daunting. But when we arrive I soon find the number of people I’m meeting from his family has increased from one to three.
‘Ah, looks like you’ll be meeting my dad after all then gorgeous. That’s his Mercedes parked up over there’ says Went as we pull up and I slide my feet back into the black and cork wedge shoes I’m wearing, jumping out of the car and straightening my white cotton dress.
‘I thought he was away in the UK?’ I comment as he walks around the car and puts his arms around me, walking me in the direction of the path leading to his mother’s house.
‘Must’ve arrived back ahead of schedule’ he says simply, kissing my head as we walk and I begin to feel slightly nervous about meeting his father too. But as soon as the door opens I feel my nerves more or less wash out to nothing, for who I presume to be Roxann (she couldn’t be anyone else with eyes that identical to her sons’) greets me first with a warm hug.
‘Hello! Oh you look just how I pictured you to, come here give me a hug, unless you couldn’t guess I’m mommy dearest, come in please’ says Roxann, a woman who seems to buzz with an energy of cheer radiating off her. I walk in after she’s let me go again and turn to see her reaching up to embrace her son before shutting the front door and turning back to us.
‘Dad’s managed to be here but sadly not Beth as she has a bad cold. But he did bring someone else with him; your grandmother’ says Roxann, making the same face of slight wince as Went does before she looks at me. ‘AJ, I’ll warn you now whereas most of our family are very open minded about appearance, she isn’t. And at ninety three years old she’s very set in her ways, and she’s probably going to have something to say about the fact you’re an extremely colourful looking person. And she can be cutting but really honey don’t take any notice, we think she does it for attention a lot of the time’ she then adds, giving my hand a supportive squeeze and a big smile.
‘She’s right, take no notice. And it’s a shame Beth couldn’t make it, she’s my dad’s partner in case you didn’t already guess’ Went tells me as I nod.
‘I guessed’ I reply with, hearing voices coming from what I can just about see to be the sitting room and then a tall man who looks like a darker skinned and older version of Went walk out towards me and offer his hand.
‘AJ, so wonderful to meet you, I was most relieved when I found out my trip was cut short enabling me to be here. And son, you’re looking well. Having someone as lovely as your lady friend here obviously suits you’ says Wentworth senior, addressing me before his son.
‘It does dad, you’re right there’ he replies, patting his dad on the shoulder before putting his arm around me and walking with me in the direction of the lounge for introduction number three, which I’m not expecting to go as well as the previous two. ‘Brace yourself’ he whispers to me as we enter the room and walk over to a very small elderly lady sat down on the end of the couch, who Went bends down to hug gently.
‘Hi grandma how are you?’ he asks, standing back up again.
‘Very well thank you my love, and, oh my. Who is this?’ she replies, looking slowly to the side right at me. Disapproving doesn’t even cover the look I get.
‘This is my girlfriend AJ’ he says with a smile, looking at me to the side with the briefest of looks that says ‘I’m so sorry!’.
‘It’s very nice to meet you Mrs Miller’ I say quietly and politely, knowing it probably won’t get me much in return.
‘Wentworth, where did you find her? The travelling circus with the rest of the freaks? Oh no, oh dear no’ she replies, frowning at me.
‘Okay mom that’s enough, and with that I’ll be outside showing AJ the garden, Wentworth humour your grandmother for a while’ says Wentworth senior, sweeping in efficiently and putting his hands on my shoulders to steer me in the direction of the French windows leading out to the garden. I manage to keep my laughter to myself until I’m outside, and then giggle into my hand as Went joins us.
‘I thought I told you to keep your grandmother amused?’ Wentworth senior says to him as he comes over and grabs my hand, whispering ‘I’m really sorry’ into my ear.
‘She decided she had to supervise mom making apple and cherry pie, make sure she gets it right’ he replies as his father laughs, pulling a packet of cigarettes from his pocket and offering them out as we sit down at the beautiful wrought iron table.
‘Your poor mother, I bet she thought after we divorced that would be something she’d no longer have to gracefully endure. She has the patience of a saint’ he laughs quietly. Immediately I am struck by the difference of the impact of divorce on our families; his parent’s separation has allowed them to remain friends and meet up for events such as meeting their son’s girlfriend, my parents can’t even be in the same zip code as each other without the air crackling with hostility. After Wentworth senior goes inside to fetch us some drinks we sit outside in the sun (with me as usual covering myself in sun lotion spray to protect my precious ink), the change of location providing a nice buffer between me and grandma Miller. What she said doesn’t bother me in the slightest; I’m so used to negativity over the way that I look now that it’s water off a ducks back. I just hope one day she can at least learn to put up with me.
‘So then AJ, TV and film makeup artistry being your profession, impress me. What have you worked on that I may have viewed or at least heard of?’ Wentworth asks me politely.
‘Erm, let me see. I worked on the second Tomb Raider movie, Monster’s Ball, A Beautiful Mind, Gone in Sixty Seconds, Blow, The Mummy Returns, and as for TV I’ve worked on ER very briefly, The Sopranos for the fourth and fifth seasons and also the first season of Six Feet Under. Those are my most notable ones, I don’t want to sit here and list all of them. That would be dominating the conversation a little too much’ I reply with a smile.
‘Modest and obviously talented, two gifts seldom seen together in a person I find. And two traits that remind me of someone sat not a million miles from you right now’ he says, casting a proud eye over his son. And after spending an hour finding out what a remarkable and nice man his father is we head into the kitchen to spend some time with Roxann, Went’s grandmother giving me a ‘hmph!’ as she passes to go outside with her son.
‘Well I must say even if she doesn’t like them, I think these are gorgeous. Oh look at those Geisha girls, absolutely stunning! Their eyes look so real and bright’ says Roxann as she holds my arm gently to look at my tattoos. ‘I will admit I’m not usually a fan of tattoos on women, but I must say I think I prefer this amount of coverage to just say one on the shoulder and one on the bosom like I see on a lot of women. It looks more like a work of art rather than some design stamped on’ she then adds, walking turning to the side to retrieve a bottle of wine from the cooler and top up my glass.
‘I’d never get chest tattoos, I don’t like them. I want to keep the top half of my back bare too and just add to my legs to finish them off, maybe have something else down the other side of my ribcage too’ I reply as she nods.
‘So how did your Jesus one heal up? I remember when we last spoke you told me you were only a day or so away from having it done’ she then says, comically flapping a kitchen towel in Went’s direction to make him move out of her way.
‘Ahhh it’s fine now, it healed up in about ten days’ I reply with a smile, watching a miniature comedy act unfold before my eyes as my boyfriend does his best to deliberately get in his mother’s way, and she gets more frustrated by the moment.
‘Move your gangly form my boy! Before you get a wooden spoon over your knuckles!’ she threatens, waving a spoon in his direction. Went retaliates by getting in her way again but diffusing her irritation by hugging her.
‘You wouldn’t do that! You love me too much’ he laughs, pulling a cute face at her as hugs her and she just rests her chin on his chest and sighs, like this is something he’s displayed a million times before. He lets her go but still stands in front of her, making her scowl playfully and me laugh even more than I already am.
‘Is he like this with you too AJ?’ Roxann asks me after elbowing her chuckling son out of the way.
‘All the time’ I reply, smiling at him.
‘And how do you cope?’ she then asks me, passing over a bowl full of chips I help myself to, shouting ‘get out of my way!’ as Went once again deliberately gets under her feet.
‘I’m hoping the traces of Xanax they’ll find in his system if he ever has to have a blood test won’t be traced back to me’ I reply with a cheeky wink as Roxann laughs loudly.
‘At last, you bring one home with a sense of humour. Well done son’ she says with a smile as she reaches up and pats his cheek. ‘And as for granny Miller, she’ll come round. After Wentworth’s father and I divorced she couldn’t understand why we were still on friendly terms with each other and wouldn’t have my name mentioned in her house for the first three years, it’s only been over the last two she’s started speaking to me again’ she then adds as she turns to me, giving me a friendly pat on the shoulder and smiling at me. It’s a little scary to look at her closely, because when I look at her face it’s Went’s eyes I see looking back at me. Already she reminds me very much of him. I see his fun and upbeat side in Roxann, and his demure and gentlemanly nature right from his father. I’m just hoping based on what I know so far he doesn’t carry any of his grandmother’s traits I’ll find out about later.
‘I’m sorry you kinda got bombarded by a few more people than you were expecting today, and I’m so sorry my grandmother is, well..............................being a little typical of her generation shall we say’ says Went to me out in the garden later that day, after we’ve had lunch and spent the afternoon relaxing and talking with his family (but not so much his grandmother of course).
‘It’s okay; I hope in time to come she’ll perhaps warm to me. Or is that asking a little too much? And I really enjoyed meeting your parents, they’re very nice people’ I muse, turning around and kissing his cheek as he folds his arms around me.
‘I knew you’d like them, and in turn that they’d like you too. They have good taste like me’ he then says, arms tightening around me a little more. And standing there, it doesn’t matter to me that one member of the family has her own problems with me, the fact that his parents seem to like me is wonderful. And the way I feel right now because of their son is wonderful too, because as I stand there feeling him pressed close against my back, his thumbs stroking my arms and his cheek pressed to mine I realize for the first time he’s someone I could really start to fall for. Everything just feels right with him, like we’ve clicked on a level I haven’t really experienced in a relationship before. All is good. And later on that night all starts to get very humorous.
‘Yes! I was told all about him trying to desensitise himself to animal hair and how you weren’t exactly impressed when he came home’ I laugh as Wentworth skims over the story of his sons attempts to become more in tune with dogs and cats; which is something that’ll never happen of course.
‘I kept falling foul of that when we were filming. One of the characters in the show has a pet cat, and whenever it was on set I’d always hug it between takes because I missed my own so much. But they’re Wentworth friendly though since they’re hairless. Anyway, after I’d held the cat he’d always know because when the hairs on my clothes drifted anywhere near him he’d start sneezing and scratching, and cursing me to high heaven!’ I laugh with everyone else.
‘I remember one time when he was four and a neighbours dog chased him across the yard and up a tree, he was clinging on around the lowest branch screaming ‘DAD! DAD! DAD!’ over and over like a siren while the dog yanked off one of his little sneakers and ate it! I couldn’t help but laugh!’ then says Roxann as Went hides his face behind his hand and shakes his head, embarrassed.
‘Mother, please stop now at one humiliating childhood experience’ he says, resting his hand on my leg and looking pained as I sit between them and giggle with Roxann, who has been plying me with far too much delicious South African white wine. What good taste she has. And because of this I know that by the time it’s just me and him later I’ll not want to go to sleep, but because of a second humiliating experience for my boyfriend I realize we might have no other option than to just sleep.
Standing in the en suite bathroom of the guest room rubbing moisturiser into my face I can hear Went’s grandmother talking to him outside the open bedroom door. His father left for the home he shares with Beth an hour ago, with Roxann offering Eunice the spare room since she feels too tired to travel.
‘My room is right next to yours, so I do not want to be disturbed by any...................untoward noises you and your girlfriend might decide to make, while doing untoward activities shall we say. Goodnight’ she says from the hallway, making me have to bite my finger to stop the laugh erupting from my throat. Went closes the door and starts laughing quietly, coming into the bathroom and shutting the door before he really explodes along with me too.
‘Untoward activities, how cute’ I laugh.
‘I know, she’s adorable in her own strange way. Anyway, let’s get to bed, and sleep since it’s not possible for you to be deadly quiet and have sex. And as I remember the bed creaks anyway’ he says as we walk back out and he shuts off the light, while I go and crawl in under the covers of the white linen bed.
‘You can be rather vocal yourself too mister’ I reply, giving him a shove in the chest when he lies down next to me, pulling me close to his side.
‘I could be quiet if I chose to be’ he replies simply, kissing my head.
‘Yeah right, well the squeaky bed and nearby grandmother prevent it don’t they? So let’s just go to sleep’ I say, reaching up to kiss him before turning over and pushing my head into the well stuffed pillow and feeling his arm slide around me, hand resting on my stomach.
‘Goodnight then beautiful’ he says, kissing my cheek.
‘G’nite big man’ I reply, covering his hand with mine and shutting my eyes. But it isn’t goodnight after all it would seem, because around forty minutes later I’m awoken by the sensation of having my nipples stroked and a hot mouth kissing the rise of my right breast.
‘You know we can’t, so stop it’ I murmur to him, still half asleep. I don’t get answered with words at once, just the kind of kiss that says ‘I don’t care’.
‘I want you, I want you bad, and it’s a simple as that. And we can do everything else but sex in the bed first, and then make use of the chair in the corner for the rest. And see who can keep quiet the longest’ he says, giving me no time to reply before kissing me again, his hand sliding between my legs and teasing me through my underwear, his mouth eventually leaving mine as his other hand pulls down my top and he begins to suck and gently bite my nipples, flicking his tongue over them as he does and already making me wish I could voice the moan bubbling up in my throat.
No matter how old you are, it’s always a little illicit to have sex under a parents roof, and I guess it’s that, coupled with the need for total quietness and well, just how hot Went looks in the moonlight as he slides his fingers between my moistened folds, thumb constantly rubbing at my clit and moving the bar from side to side that fuels my libido to a dangerous level. Kissing him deeper to prevent any noises escaping my mouth my hand grips is cock harder, rubbing the precum soaked tip with my thumb and moving my mouth to his neck, the faintest sound of a very deep moan drifting into my ears as I feel it vibrate my lips whilst kissing his throat.
‘Ahhhh, he makes the first sound’ I say before catching his lips in a kiss.
‘I can’t possibly be blamed for that. Have you seen yourself lately? Too sexy by far’ he says with a small quiet laugh before our kiss resumes, the hand not working up the feeling of a small fire between my legs stroking the side of my neck. The arousal between us rages, kissing each other more desperately to quell any noises either of us threaten to make, breaths blasting through our noses so heavily the fear of that alone being heard makes my heart crash against my chest at a pounding rate.
‘Okay that’s about all I can stand, come on’ I say, rolling on top of him and then off and out onto my feet, pulling him up and over to the chair in the far corner, Went sitting on it and then pulling me close to him as I sit astride him, reaching between us to push the hard head of his erection against my opening.
And when I sink down I watch his eyes close tightly as his jaw set, like it’s physically paining him to keep quiet. I kiss his cheek and then bite my lip as I slip down as far as I can go, shifting my weight to one side a little, feeling his hands press into my back. And its the after shifting my weight over a little that I start to feel myself sink down a little slower, my mouth suddenly shooting open in slight shock of the fact that one little movement has incredibly allowed me to take the last two remaining inches of him that I never could before. I scrunch my eyelids together tightly and exhale a shuddering breath, while the long breath through his nose and very hint of a deep growl sound from his throat as well as the way his hands are gripping me tightly indicates to me that he’s having as much trouble as me holding onto his composure.
And the way it feels already, the very head of his cock pressing right at the very limits of my core is a feeling I can only describe as a tickly tingle of pleasure and pressure so immediately intense I daren’t move. But when I do, Went has to slap his hand straight over my mouth to prevent a huge groan escaping it, his other hand still pressed to my back as his lips leave a trail of kisses from my neck down to my collarbone, panting hard and flushing my skin with each hot breath that blasts against it. When I feel composed I move his hand away and press my nose against the side of his, staring at him for a few moments as I slide back down his length before we kiss again. And so neither of us goes completely off the boil and submits to the urge to vocalise how good this feels I keep my movements slow, my tongue nudging against his in an open mouthed kiss, drowning in erotica.
‘Devil woman’ he whispers into my ear before biting the lobe.
‘It’s a pretty accurate assumption isn’t it?’ I whisper back, squeezing the head of his cock with my inner muscles as I slide back up again. I don’t get answered with words, just the kind of kiss that makes my stomach flip. And just at that moment, none the wiser to the activities going on in this bedroom, the woman in the bedroom next door seems to have come to a few assumptions of her own, lying down and waiting for sleep to take over, talking to herself in the darkness............................
........................... ‘Apart from being rather frightful to look at, actually completely shocking and senselessly tattooed, I suppose the young lady isn’t too bad. I mean lord knows why someone would dye their hair pink, but other than looking like a bit of an idiot she’s at least well educated and articulate. Very demure and sweet too, seems like an upstanding a decent girl’......................................
....................I’m not too sure how upstanding and decent she’d think I was if she knew what I was engaging in with her grandson right now.
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