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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.
‘So, are you looking forward to seeing him again?’ Alex asked me as we walked across Michigan Avenue Bridge downtown eating a very early morning breakfast of a bacon and egg sandwich and coffee each. It was just coming up to five am and we had to be in the studio at six so had decided that after going out for a few drinks and going to a club until three we’d go home, shower and change and then go straight back out again and watch the sun come up as we strolled around.
‘I think so, although I’m a bit bummed he just left without saying bye to me on Thursday but I think I know why he did so it’s cool. The game continues it would seem’ I said, stopping to rest my arms on the rail and take a big bite of my sandwich as I looked out at the panoramic view from the bridge.
‘You do know that on that afternoon he couldn’t stop staring at you, even when he was meant to be concentrating on something I could see him looking at you with those beautiful eyes he’s got. Damn you’re lucky sis! You always get the really gorgeous ones coming after you’ said Alex, screwing up the white paper bag her sandwich was in and stuffing it into her pocket as she popped the last corner into her mouth.
‘You think he’s after me?’ I ask, turning my head side on to look at her.
‘I think he could be yeah, he definitely seems keen on you, and vice versa by the look on your face right now. Ooooooh Alice junior likes a guy, ooooooh!’ she taunted me with, giving me a shove in the side and giggling as she wrapped me up in a hug. I love my sister so much.
‘Quit it!’ I exclaim softly, shaking my head and taking a sip of my coffee looking back out over the water. If the truth be known I’m actually really looking forward to today since Alice is out on location in a different part of the city as the shoot splits into two teams, which means I get Wentworth all to myself this morning to do a job that’ll probably take me longer than the usual four hours. I’m moderately pleased about that as you can imagine. But it gets better.
When I arrive at work I’m told Went is in his trailer suffering from a bad headache and has asked if I can go to him rather than the other way around, and so on I went to my trailer first to collect the things I need to work with before going to his. I arrive and knock on the door to hear him grumble ‘come in’ from within and I enter to find him sat on the small couch with his head in his hands.
‘Morning’ he says, briefly looking up at me with reddened eyes.
‘Hangover?’ I ask with a little smile.
‘I wish. Nope it just came on before I went to sleep and then kept me awake for most of the night. I’ll be fine once those kick in though’ he says, flicking the corner of a packet of aspirin and looking thoroughly miserable. But obviously not to miserable to look back up at me again and make a comment on my appearance once I’ve set my stuff down and pulled up a chair opposite him.
‘You changed your hair, it looks very nice dark’ he says, looking at my newly dyed black hair with purple streaks and smiling.
‘Thank you’ I say, watching his face suddenly crumple again and him rest his head down on his knees, hands holding the sides of his head. ‘It’s really bugging you isn’t it?’ I then say in reference to the headache.
‘If it decides to turn into a migraine I’m not going to be a happy boy, let’s put it that way’ he says in a displeased tone.
‘Well they do say that eight out of ten headaches are brought on by tension in the neck and shoulders, so let’s see if I can help you out there’ I say to him, standing up and moving around the back of the couch to gently reach out and pull him back by his shoulders.
‘Right now if you told me walking on my back in those scary looking heels would cure it I’d damn well let you do it, so I’m game for anything’ he replies.
‘Scary they may be but at least they give me and my tiny five foot four frame a bit of height’ I say, pressing my fingers to his broad shoulders and starting to squeeze the muscles, hearing him omit a little content noise deep in his throat as my hands work from the point of each shoulder back up to where they meet his neck.
‘I wonder how the hell you balance in them, and thanks for doing this for me by the way’ he says, reaching up and catching my left hand to squeeze it briefly before letting go and reaching for his pack of Marlboro reds from the table in front of him. Just that one gesture of him squeezing my hand sends butterflies doing a merry dance in my tummy, adding to the ones already there and present at laying my hands on him like this and seeing he’s obviously enjoying it. I move up to his neck and work my thumbs in circles up and down, feeling much tension in the muscles and becoming hardly surprised he has a bad headache.
‘I have such good balance I can actually run in these! And you’re welcome, I can’t very well just sit here and leave you in pain can I? That’d never do’ I reply quietly.
‘You’re a very sweet person AJ. And my head actually feels better already; you’re obviously very gifted with your hands’ he replies, reaching for his lighter.
‘If only you knew the half of it’ I accidently say out loud naughtily, and then cringe at once.
‘Oh?’ he says, turning around to look at me with a crafty smile on his face and a raised eyebrow.
‘I didn’t mean to say that out loud!’ I cry, embarrassed and a little giggly.
‘Well you did and I heard’ he replies, turning away again and lighting his cigarette. There’s a brief silence before he continues with ‘and now I can’t think of anything else but that comment’.
‘Behave!’ I warn him.
‘I’m only human AJ, just a flesh and blood man who really can’t help but think certain things if women as pretty as yourself are going to insinuate stuff like that to him’ he says to me, turning around again and giving me the kind of look that’d make nuns turn away from god at the drop of a hat. Holy hell he’s so sexy, and he knows it. And now I feel so flustered it’s like someone turned up the temperature to over a hundred in here, the atmosphere just growing evermore and becoming so dense it’s hard to breathe.
‘I guess I’m the one who has to behave herself then’ I manage to reply, my hands drifting back from his neck and down to his shoulders again.
‘I’d rather you didn’t. I like it when you misbehave’ he says, sending my heartbeat into overdrive and making my mouth run away with my head.
‘Do you really?’ I ask him.
‘Yeah I do’ he replies simply, moving my hands away from him. ‘And my head is way better now, thank you’ he adds as I walk back around to the other side of the couch and stand in front of him, feeling myself shake a little bit as I see the way he’s looking at me. If he was trying to conceal any looks of lust before, he sure as hell isn’t now, because the way he’s looking at me right now says only one thing, it leaves me damn sure I know at last just what his intentions are. No woman in the world could look away from a stare that powerful from such beautiful eyes. I sure as hell can’t, and feel like his stare is turning me into a stone statue, unable to move at all until my legs begin to judder a little.
‘So, are you ready for me to go to work now?’ I ask him in a small voice, his stare stripping me of any kind of confidence and making me feel so nervous I can’t control the tremors shuddering through my body.
‘No, not yet’ he says, standing up and taking the three steps he needs to get right in front of me, my heart crashing in my chest so hard I feel sick and dizzy as he looks down at me and then reaches out to gently touch his fingertips to the side of my face, eye contact still not breaking.
‘Why are you shaking?’ he asks in a whisper.
‘I-I’m nervous’ I stammer, shaking even more.
‘Don’t be nervous of me, you don’t need to be’ he says, his other hand reaching out and cupping my face as I pray my knees don’t totally give way as his face nears mine and I lift my head to his, watching him slowly get closer and close to me before a knock at the door makes us both spring apart, and a huge annoyed frown dent his forehead.
‘What?’ he says a little tensely, obviously pissed off at the disturbance while I walk over to my stuff and pull my bag and makeup case up off the floor and walk over to the table to begin getting things laid out while Went talks with one of the production crew at the door about the morning’s shooting rota. We are only into the second week of filming and the damn thing changes all the time, much to Went’s annoyance when he comes back and informs me they need him in fifteen minutes time to do a scene before coming back later on to have the transfers applied, so I put the transfers and everything associated with setting them to one side and pull out the makeup I’ll need to apply to his face. He sits down in the chair and waits patiently for me to prepare, the mood from just a few moments ago and tension between us now calmed back down to a less terse level. But saying that, I now notice one thing, and that one thing seems to be our earlier moment has given us both the green light to really take the brakes off on our mutual flirting; because pretty soon I realize it’s going to go into overdrive. It all starts as we walk on set.
‘How can they even walk in shoes that high these women? I mean look at those killer heels, how the hell our makeup lady doesn’t break her neck is a mystery to me’ laughs Rockmond as he and Robert chat.
‘Oh I bet the duchess can set off at a good pace in those! Hey AJ! Ol’ Rock here doesn’t thing you can run in those shoes, c’mon prove him wrong! Run to me!’ Robert then shouts at me in his usual upbeat and funny way.
‘Me and my shoes are not here for your entertainment boys’ I say sternly, waving my finger at them both and watching them pull pretend scared faces at me.
‘Come on! Gimmie a little sprint! I’ll even catch you at the end, come on run to me!’ Robert says again, holding his arms out. I sigh and roll my eyes, putting my stuff down and then running hell for leather across the set as Robert cheers and laughs then pulls me into a hug when I get to him, kissing my cheek affectionately as always while his wife (who has come to visit) yells ‘quit teasing the poor girl Rob!’ from the other side of the set as she laughs.
‘That’s quite a skill running in what, six inch heels are those?’ he laughs, as Rockmond gives me a little round of applause.
‘Yes, killer heels’ I reply, holding one shoe up behind me and grabbing the heel as I stand on one leg for a few moments.
‘And in a skirt like that too, I thought women who wore skirts like that could only shuffle!’ he says, pointing at the calf length tight black skirt I have on.
‘It’s a perfectly respectable skirt! It comes way past the knee which isn’t usual for me’ I laugh back, feeling someone standing behind me. Robert agrees with me as the two of the floor crew approach him and Rockmond, leaving me free to turn around and see Went standing right behind me.
‘That skirt would come all the way past your knees and to the floor if I had my way’ he says, giving me a look that leaves me in no uncertainty whatsoever.
‘And now it’s back to you having to behave yourself’ I reply as I give him a twisted smile and a quick double raise of my eyebrows.
‘But I’m much more fun when I’m bad’ he whispers before leaving me there with plenty to think about while he’s shooting the next scene. And when he’s done with that and it’s back to waiting around on the side lines he comes and sits next to me, the tension mounting between us with every sentence exchanged.
‘That skirt shows off your muscles very nicely, I have to say’ he whispers to me as we sit back and watch the scene preparation unfolding before us.
‘Does it now?’ I ask lightly, turning to look at him.
‘Sure does, I can make out this crease of muscle perfectly. You must have incredibly strong legs’ he says casually, idly running his index finger down the hard muscle of my thigh before taking it away.
‘Stop it’ I warn him as he starts to smile ruefully.
‘Can’t you handle it?’ he challenges.
‘I can handle it alright, but not when there are about seventy other pairs of eyes around too’ I whisper back as I gesture around myself to the crowded set with my hand.
‘Until later then’ he says with a wink, going back to his copy of the script and reading over his lines. It fills me with the kind of excitement I haven’t felt since the best looking boy in school shunned all the pretty blondes with perfect teeth and perfect clothes to ask me to the high school prom. I can hardly wait to be alone with him again but by the time comes for me to head off and prepare the tattoo transfers I’m a nervous wreck, so decide to sooth myself to the relaxing sounds of Beethoven while I prepare my stuff and wait for Went to arrive.
The beautiful sounds of the song Fur Elise take the edge of the nerves that I feel, and as I lay the transfers out and listen to the soft tinkling of the piano notes I don’t hear him enter the trailer, and only know he’s there when I feel his hands make contact with my hips, softly touching either side of my body and slowly sliding across the soft black material over each hip bone. Immediately my calmness is shattered as those shivers come back, my mouth feels uncomfortably dry and my heartbeat soars.
‘I do believe it’s just us again. But..............................I’m not going to be bad anymore’ he says behind me as once again I am held at the mercy of the strength of my knees, which threaten to completely give way at any second.
‘Because you still don’t think I can handle it?’ I manage to say, swallowing hard afterwards.
‘Not necessarily that, It’s just there’s something else I want to do much more’ he says as I finally feel brave enough to turn around. And as soon as I look up at him, literally a nanosecond before I ask what that something else is, he reaches down and presses his lips to mine at long last in a kiss as soft as it is urgent, his hands moving to my back and pulling me closer to him until my whole body is pressed, shuddering against his. I open my mouth to grant the access of his tongue as our kiss deepens, wrapping my arms around his neck and stroking his soft shaved hair as I hear him make a content grumble deep in his throat. I can hardly believe this is happening, receiving such a beautiful kiss to such a beautiful piece of music, it’s enough to knock the wind right out of me. It’s all I’ve wanted him to do for the last few days, hell, all I’ve wanted to do for the past few days; feel his lips against mine.
‘Nah, I’m not done with those beautiful lips yet’ he says when our kiss breaks, leaning in for another I gratify him with immediately, my happy little giggle silenced by his mouth on mine as his arms tighten around me. Cloud nine doesn’t even come close to where I am right now.
Wentworth’s POV.
I’m glad I finally summed up the courage to just kiss her. I can’t deny I was annoyed at the fact I could have done it this morning before we were interrupted, so after that the first chance I got would be the first time I’d move in and kiss her. And I’m glad I did because now I have, I just don’t want to stop. I know it’s cutting into the time set aside for me to get the transfers put on, but for the first time in a very long time work and anything related to it is the farthest thing from my mind, which now only has one thing on it; AJ.
And in the continuation of our kiss I can feel my lips start to tingle from overuse, my pulse racing in my neck as I feel her hands stroking the back of my head while my own hands slide under the back of her white shirt and slowly up her spine until they rest either side of her tiny waist. Just sliding my hands over her smooth skin excites me; to a level I know in a few seconds I really won’t be able to hide.
‘So has all this made you forget your headache?’ she asks me, pulling away from the kiss but not away from me, rubbing her nose against the tip of mine as I feel myself becoming momentarily lost in her crystal blue eyes.
‘Yeah, but erm, only because all the blood is rushing to another part of my body right now’ I admit, heavily embarrassed.
‘Yeah I kinda felt that but really didn’t want to say anything!’ she says, laughing with me.
‘Okay, time to stop kissing, and time for Went to go take a cold shower’ I tell her, turning around and covering my eyes with my hand as I laugh, sending ‘damn you just go down!’ messages to my dick.
‘Well you’re stuck there so we might as well just start on your transfers, I should think that’s a big enough level of boredom to calm you down’ she replies, still laughing a little.
‘I’m not sure if my penis will agree with you there’ I reply as I pull my shirt off, hearing her sparkly little giggle burst forth again and then feel her arms slide around me, and her lips kiss the centre of my bare back. ‘That won’t do anything to help either’ I then say, pulling her hands away and turning around to give her a pained look.
‘Okay, I’ll cover you in tattoos instead of kisses then. But just know, it’s the former I’d prefer to do’ she tells me as I sit down and grab a can of Sprite from the cooler at the side of the chair.
‘And you don’t even need to ask which one I’d prefer you do’ I reply, knowing that to be the truest thing I feel right now as she turns around and sweeps back all of her long hair, securing it up with a clip and looking at me with a devastatingly sexy smile. This girl’s going to get me into trouble, I can feel it already. But keeping myself and my libido in check I sit and behave while she applies the transfers, working quickly and efficiently but having to pause every so often to giggle away in complete hysterics. I may have decided to be good with my flirtations and more towards her, but not anything else.
‘Went, please stop. My sides hurt!’ She gasps through her raucous laughter as I keep playing the same scene on the Family Guy DVD we’re watching of Peter laughing. I remembered she told me it sends her into hysterics, and I love her laugh so much I just can’t help myself.
‘Laughter is the music of the soul’ I reply, catching her hand in mine and kissing her fingers before pulling her down onto my lap, not able to resist kissing her. It has been a whole hour since the last time I did.
‘You’re disturbing my work here’ she says, pulling away to look at me while her hand strokes my cheek.
‘But you like it’ I state, raising my eyebrows questioningly at her.
‘Yeah I do, but we’re behind as it is so I want to get all this finished so I don’t get you in trouble for being late on set’ she says, kissing my cheek and trying to stand up again. I tighten my arms around her and don’t let her move though.
‘Not yet’ I tell her, leaning in for another kiss I’m gratified with, pushing my tongue against hers and feeling the two small studs there, catching them between my teeth and hearing her let out a little shriek.
‘Okay, time for you to calm down again’ she says, breaking free of my arms as I reluctantly let her go to finish the task in hand.
‘I’m perfectly calm’ I lie through my teeth.
‘Yeaaaaaaaaaah right!’ She replies, giggling at me again. Damn, she really is too cute, and throughout the rest of the afternoon shows in plenty of other ways just how adorably cute she really is.
‘I don’t want to, please don’t make me go in there it’s real creepy!’ she complains to Kevin, our director for this particular episode we’re filming as she hovers outside of the cell my co star Dominic is waiting in. The cell just so happens to be the very one John Wayne Gacy was held in all those years ago, and AJ walked in there for the first time three days ago, shuddered and flew out again and now refuses to enter it.
‘It’s only me in here though honey, nothing bad will happen c’mon don’t be silly!’ Dominic says to her, trying to reassure her.
‘Please don’t make me!’ she pleads, poking out her bottom lip in such an adorable way all the men present can’t help but chorus ‘awwwww’ at her, while the female crew members all obviously think she’s just doing it for attention from the guys. She really isn’t, she’s honestly frightened to go in there I can tell.
‘What if I come in there with you and hold your hand little one?’ then asks Peter Stormare, who plays the character John Abruzzi.
‘Not gonna happen! I’m sorry I just got this real bad vibe last time I went in, it’s really creepy in there!’ she replies, making him laugh and shake his head, muttering ‘silly thing’ as he gives her a little hug.
‘Okay I’ll come to you or this scene will never be close to finishing!’ says Dominic, standing up from the single bunk and walking out of the cell to AJ, who starts re applying makeup at once, happy she doesn’t have to go in there by the look of relief on her face. And with that Dominic re enters what AJ refers to as ‘the cell of doom’ and filming recommences. That’s the last time I see her for a few hours too as she’s called out to a different part of the set away from where I’m waiting for my scenes, but I catch up with her again at around 6pm that evening, walking over to where she’s curled up in a chair to the side of the set and giving her a little nudge. She’s fallen asleep.
‘Wake up sleeping beauty’ I whisper into her ear, casting my eyes around quickly to make sure no one’s looking and quickly pressing my lips to her cheek before I sit down.
‘Hmmm?’ she says sleepily, sitting bolt upright and almost toppling herself clean out of the chair. I reach forward and grab her arm, steering her and the wobbly seat backward as I smile at her.
'You were sleeping’ I say to her, watching her cover her face with her hand and look embarrassed.
‘I didn’t sleep at all last night so it’s my own fault. Alex and I went out and then decided to stay up all morning before coming into work, and I guess it’s catching up on me’ she says while stifling a yawn.
‘So really it should have been me enquiring about hangovers when I saw you at six this morning!’ I say with a smile, offering her a cigarette she accepts with thanks.
‘Nah I don’t get drunk often, but when I do I really go to town! Last night was just us blowing off steam and having some fun without getting hammered’ she replies, leaning towards the light I offer her.
‘Same here, I have a problem with the lack of self control associated with drunkenness. But also, just like you appear to do I love my sleep too so heavy nights are passed up in favour of the eight hours I always need nowadays. Yeah, you can tell me I’m boring I’ll let you have that one’ I say to her, laughing softly.
‘I’d never call you boring, nothing wrong with liking sleep’ she says, something I notice she really does need another four hours after this when I catch her dozing again in the makeup trailer just before I leave.
‘Hey, wake up’ I say as I crouch by the side of the couch and shake her arm.
‘I fell asleep again didn’t I? Well I guess I better get these tired old bones off home’ she says, sitting up and getting off the couch with a little wobble.
‘Oh no you don’t, you’re too sleepy to drive yourself home, unless Alex is picking you up?’ I ask her.
‘Nope she’s gone back to the apartment already, don’t worry about me I’ll just drink a strong coffee before I set off and I’ll be fine’ she replies, stretching and yawning. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out just by looking at her that she’s in no fit state to drive being that tired.
‘I’ll run you back there, leave your car here for tonight. I won’t hear of you driving when you’re this sleepy, it’s dangerous’ I tell her firmly, grabbing the keys for the rental car from my pocket and shaking them in front of her.
‘Are you sure?’ She asks.
‘Positive, c’mon get your stuff together and let’s get you home’ I reply, watching her pick up her back and jacket, sliding her arms into it and then picking up her bag to follow me across the trailer and out to the virtually deserted set. And for the second time that day I see her prove her point about being able to run in six inch high stripper heels, for as the rain comes crashing down onto the ground in an almighty downpour soaking us both to the skin she sprints along towards the silver Volkswagen Passat I’m calling my own for the duration of the filming schedule and jumps in quickly when I unlock the doors with the automatic key fob.
‘Okay so I have a condition about dropping you back at your place’ I say to her as I start the engine.
‘Which is?’ she asks me.
‘Let me come in and get dry’ I reply, wringing my sleeve out into my lap and making her laugh.
‘Deal, just don’t keep me up too late’ she replies.
‘I promise not to’ I say to her, giving her knee a squeeze through the wet fabric of her skirt and smiling to myself. Thank you bad weather, because of you I get to spend a little extra time with this beautiful and captivating woman. Believe me, she’s worth the half an hour uncomfortable drive in soaking wet clothes, she really is.
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