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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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Wentworth’s POV.
‘Oh so you do have dry clothes then? So this was just a ruse to get into my house was it?’ She says as we enter the kitchen and I pull a pair of black jeans and a white t shirt from the bag I’ve carried in with me.
‘I can’t very well get changed in the car now can I? And no, no ruse at all, you have a dryer and a kettle, two things I need more than anything else right now’ I say to her with a sweet smile.
‘Bathroom is upstairs, second left. Go change while I make coffee and then come back and dump the wet clothes in the dryer’ she says to me, walking over across the small kitchen to the kettle once she’s slid her feet out of her impossibly high black shoes.
‘Okay, I want something before I go though’ I say.
‘What?’ she asks.
‘Come here and you’ll find out’ I reply, my smile growing wider by the minute.
‘You come to me! I just walked over here so if you want something you gotta come get it buster’ she teases, leaning back against the counter and folding her arms, giving me an ‘I’m waiting!’ look. So I walk over to her slowly, not breaking eye contact with her and when I’m right in front of her I lean down to her level and go to kiss her lips, pulling away at the last second and moving my mouth to her neck, kissing her just below her ear and whispering ‘Mind if I take a shower while I’m there too?’
‘Of course not, just be quiet because Alex is already in bed by the look of it and her room is just by the stairs’ she tells me, turning back to grab two cups from the side and click the kettle on.
‘Can do, see you in a sec’ I say, leaving her to it as I head off quietly in the direction of the stairs.
AJ’s POV.
While Went is upstairs and I’m waiting for the kettle to boil I clean up the worktop surfaces and make sure everything is nice and tidy, and then do a quick check up on our stocks of food so I know what I have to get when we do the grocery shopping next. Then I scoot over to the pile of clean clothes I folded yesterday before out night out and hunt through them looking for something dry to wear. Managing to find a yellow vest top and my black sweatpants I quickly get undressed and stuff myself into the fresh clothes, pulling my top hurriedly as I hear the bathroom lock unclick open upstairs. He sure wasn’t joking when he said he wanted a ‘quick’ shower.
Walking back over to the kettle and pouring the water into the two cups in front of me I hear him come into the kitchen and throw his clothes into the dryer, closing the door with a soft thud and turning the dial.
‘Here you go, let’s go up to my half of the apartment so we don’t wake sister dearest while we drink these’ I say to him as I pass over a coffee.
‘Your half of the apartment?’ he questions, looking a little confused.
‘We both appreciate our own space, so after seeing the size of the bedroom up there I decided to convert it into a lounge too, follow me’ I say, walking past him and to the stairs, careful not to drip coffee onto the cream carpet as I walk up them and then into my room once my feet hit the landing.
‘You weren’t wrong, sure is a huge room you have here’ said Wentworth as he followed me in. I switch the lamp on and then head to the couch sit down, him sitting next to me and resting his arm across the back of it.
‘You look like you’d much rather be in bed’ he says to me, reaching over poking me on my lip when I yawn.
‘If I lie down I’ll fall asleep straight away, and that’s kinda rude since you’ve got clothes drying to wait for and a coffee to drink. Besides, there’s a film on in ten minutes I wanna see’ I reply before sipping my coffee.
‘What film?’ he asks, reaching out and setting his coffee down on the table.
‘Apocalypse Now, I haven’t seen it in years and I think it’s an amazing film so I might as well put in on for a bit’ I reply, twirling a strand of hair around my finger idly.
‘I love the smell of napalm in the morning’ he replies, mimicking the voice of the character Kilgore, played by Robert Duvall. ‘I might stay and watch it with you if that’s okay? Just kick me out when you want to go to bed’ he then says, reaching over and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, letting his thumb gently trail my cheek for a moment.
‘Don’t you want to be getting some sleep yourself then?’ I ask him before taking another gulp of coffee.
‘Eventually, but I must confess something here. Spending time with you is worth being tired for’ he says, smiling and winking at me, once again making me feel all lit up inside. I still don’t get it, what does he see in me? He could have his pick of the women out there all of which are a million times more beautiful than me, yet it seems I’m the one he wants to spend his time with no matter how tired it makes him. That’s gotta be a plus point. So I just reply with a shy smile and grab the remote, switching the TV on and selecting the appropriate channel, seeing the adverts playing still and glad I haven’t missed the start. I curl up at the opposite end of the couch and try in vain to get comfortable as the movie starts. I’m not used to sharing such a small space with someone the size of Wentworth; even though he’s slim his six foot two body does take up a considerable amount of room on my humble two seat couch.
‘Why are you wiggling around like a hamster attempting to nest?’ he asks me as the opening credits roll.
‘Because I can’t get comfy here’ I reply, throwing a cushion out from behind me onto the floor.
‘Try me for size’ he replies, patting his shoulder with that gorgeous smile on his face. And so I move my feet to curl up at the other end of the couch, resting against his broad frame and feeling his arm drape around my shoulder, fingers stroking the top of my arm as I rest my head against his shoulder and feel comfortable instantly. ‘Better?’ he then asks me.
‘Much better thank you’ I reply, moving again to grab my cigarettes, lighter and an ashtray from the table in front of us before settling back down again. And sitting there in silence with him and smoking that cigarette is the last thing I remember doing when two hours later I open my eyes to see an infomercial on the television screen, looking at my watch and seeing it’s just about to turn 1am. I push myself up and look over at Wentworth to see he’s completely out of it, head rested on his arm on the end of the couch, snoring softly. So I decide just to leave him there and head off to bed, flicking the TV off and pulling my vest top and sweatpants off and taking a makeup removing wipe to clean my face before crawling under my duvet, grumbling at the fact I have to be up again in just over three hours time. Damn these early starts. So naturally I’m even more pissed off when at 3.50am, fifteen minutes before my alarm sounds I’m awoken by a cell phone ringing.
‘Hello?’ I hear Wentworth say, still as half asleep as me by the sounds of it. ‘When did you find that out? Oh really? Mmmm, okay, well thanks for letting me know and I guess you’ll keep everyone posted? Yeah thanks again Julie, bye’ he says. I then hear him getting up off the couch and stretching as I rub my eyes and sit up in bed; and then panic. Silly I know, but I hate it when guys see me with no makeup on.
‘Sorry my phone woke you up, but there’s a bit of good news behind the call. It was Julie Gardner and she rang to inform me that the lighting crew’s union have decided to strike, so that means filming has been put on hold until they can come to some kind of resolve about the situation. So at least you get to go back to sleep now’ he says, sitting down on the bed next to where I’m lying, still trying to wake up. Julie Gardner is one of the production executives, a nice woman in her middle fifties I’ve met a couple of times.
‘Well that’s something I guess, means I get a lie in which I can’t complain about. So are you heading back to your place now then? I can’t imagine you got a comfortable few hours of sleep on my little couch’ I ask, resting my head on my hand as I jam my elbow against my pillows.
‘If it isn’t too much of a forward thing to ask you, would you mind if I got in with you? I’m way to sleepy to drive the forty minutes it’ll take to get back to my home from home’ he asked me shyly. Oh god how cute is this man?
‘Sure, but no funny business!’ I say, laughing softly.
‘I’ll be on my best behaviour, promise’ he says with a smile, getting up and pulling off his t shirt and then removing his jeans before getting under the covers with me. I reach over and switch my alarm off and then find myself stuck leaning across him, his arms locking around my upper body and holding me close to his chest.
‘What did I just say about any funny business?’ I tease.
‘I only wanted to give you a kiss’ he says innocently, batting his eyelashes and poking out his bottom lip a little at me and making me laugh more. So I lean down and kiss him happily, hardly able to believe it’s just a day after our first kiss and already he’s in my bed, even though nothing other than kissing and sleeping is going to happen in it. I’m not easy and I really don’t get the impression he is either, or that he’ll try anything on. He’s way too much of a gentleman it seems.
‘So how come we weren’t called to say filming is off I wonder?’ I say, the ‘we’ I’m referring to being my sister and I.
‘She said it was virtually impossible to contact each and every crew member by phone so she’s going down to the set to wait around for everyone to arrive and tell them then. I guess being an actor has some privileges, we get told things like this right away. But it’s a bit shitty for everyone else to have to get up and journeys underway without needing to’ he says as he lets me lie back down by his side, but keeps one arm around me.
‘Speaking of which, I’m going to go let Alex know, be back in a sec’ I tell him, kissing his cheek and hopping out of bed. ‘Can I borrow your jeans so I don’t have to wander around half naked?’ I then ask him.
‘Not that they’ll fit you at all, but go ahead. It’ll be something amusing for me to witness at least’ he says, folding his arms behind his head. Is he doing that deliberately to show off the fact he has a gorgeous chest? I bet he his! I pull on the jeans and laugh at the fact they are about a foot too long and also the fact the belt is nowhere near small enough to be able to belt them up around my narrow waist, so with him chuckling at me I manage to hold them up and shuffle out of my room with the denim covering my feet and carefully head down the stairs to Alex’s room. But when I arrive downstairs I find her up already and making herself a cup of coffee.
‘Morning sis, I have good news for you. Filming is cancelled for today because the lighting tech’s union have called a strike so we’re free today and for however many other days before they come to a solution I suppose’ I tell her.
‘How’d you find that out? Did they call you?’ she asks, not turning around.
‘Nope, they called Went though’ I reply, shuffling across the carpet in the lounge and over to the adjoining kitchen.
‘And then he rang you? Awww, he’s a sweetie’ she says, picking up the kettle and pouring water in her cup before placing it back down and taking a long slug of juice as she turns to face me.
‘Nope again, he’s upstairs’ I say, and then burst with laughter as she sprays the tiled floor with her mouthful of orange juice. That’ll teach her to drink from the carton.
‘He’s WHAT? Shit girl you move fast these days!’ Alex exclaims, standing there looking like a rabbit caught in the headlights of an eighteen wheel truck.
‘Hey! Nothing happened alright? He dropped me here last night and came in to dry off, his clothes are still in the dryer if you don’t believe me’ I reply through my giggles, walking over to the tall side cupboard and pulling out the mop and bucket, walking back and placing them at her feet while she raises an eyebrow at me.
‘So if his clothes are in the dryer, hang on, all but his jeans which you are wearing then that means he’s up there naked. Little sister you are so busted!’ she exclaims, repeatedly prodding me in the shoulder with her finger.
‘He had a spare set to change into! I swear nothing’s happened stop teasing me!’ I cry, poking her back as she begins with the other finger until we both end up tickling each other and giggling uncontrollably.
‘Okay quit it I believe you, I think. Personally I couldn’t have a man that gorgeous in my bed without diving on him but that’s where we differ I suppose’ she says.
‘Yeah, I’m the none slutty one’ I say as I slowly retreat, and then run as fast as I can with my feet swathed in denim towards the stairs as she makes a start across the kitchen with a bottle of ketchup as a weapon. I manage to make it up the stairs, all but the very last when the length of Went’s jeans hampers my escape and makes me crash to the floor with them tangling my feet, Alex at the bottom of the stairs smiling at me but glaring evilly at the same time before disappearing back into the lounge. I heave myself up off the floor and let the jeans slide down my legs and stepping out of them, folding them up after I’ve picked them up and re entering my bedroom.
‘What the hell were you and your sister up to down there? All I heard was a load of giggling, the you squealed and came charging up the stairs where I guess you must’ve fell because of the almighty crash I just heard’ Went says, lying on his back still with his arms folded behind his head, just much further down the bed than before with his head rested in the pillow.
‘She was insinuating you were here for other reasons than sleep’ I reply, carefully climbing over him to return to under the covers.
‘Well, I kinda am. I enjoy spending time with you. But I can guess that wasn’t the insinuation she was referring to’ he replies, turning onto his side to face me.
‘Nope, my sister definitely has a one track mind’ I say, fluffing up my pillows and getting comfortable.
‘I gotta say, I think mine went the same way at seeing you in your underwear’ he says, while I just turn my head and hide my face in the pillow and hear him let out a low wolf whistle.
‘Stop it’ I say warningly from within the pillow, hearing him chuckle softly.
‘I’m still behaving myself, it was just a compliment is all’ he says as I remerge from the pillow.
‘In that case, thank you. I can’t deny seeing you in just these didn’t cause the same thoughts to run through my mind’ I say, reaching down and snapping the elastic of the white Armani boxers he’s wearing.
‘Now who’s the one who needs to stop it?’ he says, walking two fingers up my arm and then trailing one fingertip off my shoulder and across my collarbone, over the dip above and up my neck.
‘Once again I return that comment back to you, remove the finger’ I tell him firmly, my smile betraying my words.
‘Are you sure you really want me to?’ he asks, turning his head to watch my hand stroking his bicep. And then, just for a few moments, everything just gives way to the fact we are so strongly attracted to each other it’s like there’s something magnetic between us, too strong to hold on to. Because after staring at each other so intensely I can hear my heartbeat thundering in my ears we fly together and lock at the mouth without logic or reason, no sense whatsoever behind out actions as I feel Went turning me onto my back, his body pinning mine to the bed as his mouth leaves my lips and he buries his face against the side of my neck, softly flicking his tongue against my earlobe before kissing my throat and running his hand up my thigh. Goose bumps gallop across my skin like a heard of tiny horses being chased by his hand, running up my hip as I hook my leg around his waist and my hands around his shoulders. And then as quickly as we both completely lost our senses, they come flying back again.
‘Erm, I think we should stop. As nice as it is, it really, really is too soon!’ I say, pushing my hands against his chest and watching him close his eyes and nod, mouthing ‘sorry’ before he moves off of me and lies on his back, our flurry of passion leaving him a little short of breath. I bite my lip nervously and turn onto my side, watching him keeping his eyes fixed to the ceiling.
‘I think we should just go to sleep now, seems a little safer than staying awake’ I say, watching him frown lightly and then turn his head to the side, with a slightly uncomfortable look in his eyes.
‘Actually I think I should leave. Removing the temptation from the equation and all, it’s nothing personal’ he says a little blandly, turning and giving me a half smile and a kiss on the cheek before jumping out of my bed and into his clothes and picking his cell up off the nightstand. The clock reads 4.15am exactly.
‘Oh, well okay then if that’s what you want to do’ I said with a little shrug, trying my hardest not to look as sad at the thought of him leaving as I feel.
‘It’s not necessarily what I want to do, more what I think I should do. Bye bye for now, get some sleep’ he says, smiling and exiting my bedroom door. Wow, he couldn’t wait to get away from me. I don’t know whether it’s paranoia or not but my first thought as soon as I hear the front door shut is ‘I’ve put him off’. Why else would he of ran off like that?
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