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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.
Damn. Leaving her place was really the last thing I wanted to do, but if I didn’t make an exit when I did she really wouldn’t have been able to have fought me off her. I like to think I’m a main who doesn’t let his loins dictate the pace how a situation with a woman goes, but with her for a few moments there I just couldn’t help it, I lost control in a way I’ve never experienced before. But then again, I’ve never encountered a woman who captivates my senses so entirely as her. Right now, as much as I just want to turn this car back around and go and lie next to her while she sleeps, I know it’s dangerous for me to be around her right now. I’ll hold my hands up and admit it; I haven’t had sex for six months. Now perhaps you can see where I’m coming from, and if you saw how completely sexually devastating she looks you’ll definitely know why.
But still, I can’t help but feel bad for leaving her so quickly; I really hope she hasn’t taken it personally. I just, as well as feeling like I’d keep losing every grain of self control I have as each second passed with her, I got embarrassed. That isn’t me; I’m not some letch guy who dives on the first pretty woman who comes my way, not by half or even less than that. Sex isn’t my main motive, I matured past that when I hit twenty five and that was seven years ago now. Turning left at the lights downtown and heading for the bridge to get me to the rented property down by the waterfront I’m calling home for now I make a mental note to send her a text message once I’m out of the car, and then curse quietly when I realize I don’t have her number.
After letting out a frustrated grown and overusing the word fuck a few times over I put my foot down and speed the car across the bridge, lighting a cigarette and opening the window to let the smoke drift out, not able to think of anything else but AJ and also beginning to regret hightailing it out of there twenty minutes ago. Surely at thirty two years old I can contain my hormones by now? Alas not it would seem. Arriving back I get out of the car and click the locks shut, retrieving the keys from my pocket and letting myself into the bungalow property. Its okay I suppose, minimalistic but looking a little like mine with possessions scattered here and there but still nothing bordering on the comforts of my own home.
Pulling the clothes I’m wearing from my body I let them fall where I throw them as I walk down the darkened hall and into my bedroom, keeping my keys and phone in my hand and setting them down on the floor beside the bed before getting into it, and of course knowing I’ll be far from sleep for a time yet. My thoughts are all concentrating on the fact I really wish I could get in touch with AJ and tell her that she wasn’t the reason I left, well, she was but she wasn’t if you get what I mean. Either way, I don’t want her to think I just bailed because I couldn’t wait to get away from her. Far from it, and if I’d have stayed she’d have seen exactly how far from it too. But like I said, that isn’t me.
Turning over and burying my face in the pillow I still can’t settle down, feeling frustrated and restless I roll onto my back again and just lie there and blink into the darkness until a solution for to alleviate one particular frustration passed through my mind. I really can’t stop thinking about her, and with those thoughts on my mind my hand starts to drift downwards from its resting place on my stomach. And ten minutes later, I feel a little less sexually pent up and also content enough to go to sleep at last. I can’t deny I wished it was her hand and not mine put to use though. Yes, I know that’s a bad thing to confess, but she really is gorgeous. And little do I know right now, but it’ll be five days until the strike is lifted and I get to see that gorgeous face again.
And in those days leading up to the time I’m back in the makeup chair being plastered in faux tattoos I can feel every other emotion I may feel towards her deflate and only leave an uncomfortable embarrassment for bailing on her behind. For once in my life, I’m lost for words; I just don’t really know what to say to her, or how to act. When I first see her and Alex walk in the only thing I wanna do is get up and pull her into my arms and kiss her, but then in trying to prove to her that I don’t wanna be too forward and redeem myself a little too perhaps I decide that could be the wrong thing to do. So I just try and act normally around her, and downplay that sexual chemistry that fires between us whenever we’re around each other.
AJ’s POV.
So it’s been five days since Went practically ran out of my house, five days and I can’t even tell you how much it’s killing me seeing him again. Killing me because he’s acting really quietly with me, which confirms what I’ve thought ever since I last saw him; he’s lost interest. Which means only one of two things; he was only out to get laid or he thinks I’m easy and it’s put him off me by several miles. I really can’t hide how crap I feel inside.
‘Move your shoulder back a little this way? Perfect’ I instruct him quietly as I apply a liberal spritz of fixing spray to his shoulder, remembering how I softly drew circles on it with my nails when he was next to me in my bed, his warmth against my skin as lovely as it was erotic.
‘Okay move your head to the side, hold still’ I mutter again, sticking on a transfer sheet and pressing it flat, adjusting my thin black oblong framed glasses (I always have to wear them for drawing and reading, it helps with this too) and then starting to feel the paper away with the aid of a brush to make sure the tattoo holds to his skin, remembering being curled up on the couch next to him and resting my head against his shoulder, being able to smell Tommy Hilfiger as strongly as I can right now. I want to ask him what he’s thinking about it, but I’m too afraid to ask.
‘Are you okay?’ mouths Alex when I straighten up again and move behind him to grab another transfer from the table, our backs blocking the sight of my sister giving my arm a little affectionate rub.
‘I’m fine’ I mouth back, lying of course. I’m not fine, and there’s no way she believes it and I can tell just by looking at her. And four hours later, after about seven people have asked if I’m okay because I’m so deadpan, I realize there’s another person who ain’t buying my line either. One who in the near month I’ve known him has become quite dear to me. Robert.
‘If I give you a real cigarette will you tell me why you look like you lost a grand and found a dime?’ he says, sitting next to me on the bleachers on the outside set. The store only had Marlboro lights this morning so I had to abandon the idea of purchasing my usual reds.
‘The shop ran out of those’ I say, taking the Marlboro red he passes me before climbing up to the third row and sitting down next to me, giving me a shove with his elbow. ‘I’ll overlook the fact you brought pretend cigarettes, just this once. So come on duchess, why you so blue?’ he adds, lighting up off the flame I provide. Turning the lighter over in my fingers I see the Jim Morrison motif, and remember sitting in the parking lot with Went. The sigh I let out is obviously as audible in sound as it is the emotion it contains. Bleakness.
‘Ooooh, that bad huh? This calls for one thing. Beer’ he says, reaching under my chin and turning my head to face him, pulling a stupid face and making me smile for the first time today.
‘We don’t finish for an hour’ I say, my face back to a blank slate again.
‘Well I just did the last scene for the day, and your sister and the other girls are in there so I really don’t think you’ll be noticed. Especially because you’ve been so quiet all day too, so come on play hookie!’ he says, giving me another friendly shove.
‘Okay, why the hell not?’ I say, grabbing my back and standing up to jump down from the bleacher. Needless to say I’m not in my heels today. Today is a tight black jeans and converse day, with a bright pink shirt I thought might lift my mood. Ha, and further ha.
‘Atta girl, let’s go find a dark bar and some cold beers’ he says, climbing down and holding my hand as we walk out of the set and manage to hail a cab down by the main gates.
‘One thing, out of respect for my dear Tory I have to call and ask her permission to take another lady for a drink’ said Rob, pulling his cell from his brown leather jacket and ringing his wife.
‘Are you the perfect guy or what? That’s so cute I swear, awww’ I manage to say through my gloom, honestly cheered a little by his consideration towards his wife. The perfect gentleman.
‘Hey honey, how are you and that tiny little person of ours?’ he asks warmly, his rugged face lighting up at the sound of his soulmate’s voice. He keeps quiet and nods as she fills him in on the news from home, and then when she’s done asks his question.
‘Listen, I have a miserable AJ on my hands and I want to ask my dear lady wife if she minds me taking her for a beer? Okay, yep okay baby, speak soon, bye’ he says, flipping the Motorola shut and placing it in his pocket again.
‘She says she hopes you feel happier soon’ he says to me as the cab slows down to overtake a couple of police on horseback walking two a breast and taking up half the road, something the cabbie voices his disgust at.
Less than fifteen minutes later we were sat in a very dark bar, the only lights coming from the one surrounding the bar and the overhead florescent strip lights illuminating the pool tables to my left, drinking beer and smoking.
‘So, I do believe we had a deal little miss. Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?’ he asks, trailing the end of his cigarette around in the freshly cleaned ashtray, hearing it sizzle against the damp blue glass.
‘I like a boy Rob, and I think I’ve blown it’ I say, thinking about the moment he’d dived out of my bed and cringing, flopping down to the table face first and hitting my head off it repeatedly.
‘No self harm here please, AJ stop’ he says, laughing a little as he grips my arm and pushes me back up off the table.
‘Okay, I’m done beating myself up. Physically that is’ I say, picking up my cigarette again.
‘So, this guy you like. Hmmmm, well I’ll say one thing; I don’t think Went would take too kindly to you referring to him as a boy’ he said, making me sit and gape at him slightly.
‘I see the way he looks at you, and in turn the way you look at him. You’re both very crafty, as far as I can tell no one else has noticed, but I do have a much sharper eye than most’ he says with a confident smile that just radiates ‘you can tell me everything and I won’t breathe a word’. And then confirms it with a similar verbal statement.
‘You know you can always talk to me and I won’t say anything to anyone, not even him’ he says, patting the back of my hand.
‘Yeah I know Rob. Oh it’s all just a mess, it really is’ I begin, before telling him the entire thing start to finish. He takes the time to light another cigarette and fetch two more beers before he answers my explanation on my current events.
‘Now, here’s a concept you women might not be familiar with, but sometimes men do get embarrassed you know. Right now I bet he’s stressing that he’s the one who’s scared you off, not the other way around. And also, you know what a quiet guy he is sometimes; he probably can’t really figure out what to say to you. I can more or less guarantee you that’s what’s happening here. So I advise you to do the following. Just be brave and ask him straight. I know you can do it; you’re brave girl AJ, you know doing that isn’t out of your capabilities’ he says, giving me a knowing smile. He’s right, it isn’t if I’m brave enough, but at the moment the only thing that happens when I just imagine to ask him makes me sink my second beer straight and then move onto the Jim Beam. Three shots later and I feel great.
‘So then whiskey queen, have you decided what you’re going to do?’ he asks me, looking down to my drink, watching me spin the ice cubes around amongst the bourbon.
‘I don’t know. Think about what you said some more I suppose. Thanks for this by the way Rob, I appreciate it’ I say, reaching over and squeezing his hand tightly and watching him smile warmly.
‘I’ve always got your back kid, always here if you need a shoulder or a barfly buddy’ he said, squeezing my hand back. I was right in my earlier assumption. He’s the perfect gentleman. After giving him a hug goodbye and leaving him to play a game of pool with some of the floor crew who arrived half an hour ago I go outside and manage to hail a cab before the rain starts cascading from the sky, pelting on the roof of the cab loudly for the duration of the journey. When we pull up outside I throw the driver a ten and three ones and thank god my jacket has a hood, pulling it over my head before I exit the taxi at a run, slamming the door and running across the street trying to find my front door key with much haste.
Turning the key and pushing the door open I call out to my sister and turn to shut the door, seeing her standing in the lounge doorway with a soft smile on her face as I take off and hang up my jacket.
‘You have a visitor’ she says, swinging the lounge door open a little wider to reveal the presence of Wentworth, a sight that makes my stomach feel like its going through a few loops. Alex smiled between us both and then stepped back into the lounge as Went walked forward, waiting until the door was closed before he spoke.
‘Can we go upstairs?’ he asks quietly, his facial expression giving away nothing about how or what he’s feeling right now.
‘Sure’ I reply, after looking down at the floor and nodding silently for a few moments. I look up and he catches my eye immediately, watching me try and lift the apprehensive expression from my face as I turn and walk up the stairs, my back alive with tingles at sensing him behind me. I push my bedroom door open and walk right over to the armchair, sitting down and watching him do the same on the couch, slowly taking a seat and then a deep breath as he laces his fingers together in front of him and looks up at me.
‘AJ, I really don’t want things to finish before they’ve begun. I think too much of you for that to happen, and that’s why I left the other night. I think too much of you than to have sex with you right away, and if I’d have stayed, that’s probably what would have happened’ he says. And I know, I just know in a mere instant that he’s telling me the truth. And I can feel a wave of relief or something like it spread out from the centre of my body, making me feel warm.
‘I thought I’d put you off. I didn’t think you were interested in me anymore’ I confess, figuring I might as well lay my cards on the table too.
‘That couldn’t be further from the truth’ is all he says before getting up and taking the few steps to the armchair, holding out his hands to me. I take them and he pulls me to my feet, and then puts his hands either side of my waist and neatly lifts me off the floor. I laugh a little and wrap my legs around him, my arms around his neck as he smiles at me.
‘It hurts my neck reaching down so far to kiss you. It’s an improvement to have you up on my level for a change’ he says, reaching forward and kissing me softly, making my heart lurch in my chest and that happy wave I just felt intensify by a hundred.
‘It’s not my fault you’re so tall’ I say, smiling cheekily.
‘And it’s not my fault you’re so tiny’ he replies, before kissing me again, a kiss that is quick to deepen as our tongues push against each other and I run my hands over his stubbly head, my body feeling almost boneless as he holds me tighter, the warmth of him making me comforted beyond any kind of level. It scares me how much I like him already. We continue kissing for another few minutes before he puts me back down, turning and sitting down in the armchair and pulling me down onto his lap where more kissing resumes. And he’s such an amazing kisser; I’ve never encountered a man who can make my whole body ache with want just from kissing me. If it feels this good just to kiss him, I can barely imagine how it would feel having sex with him but that is one thing I try to keep to the outer limits of my mind. I won’t let the actions of the previous Tuesday happen again, no way.
‘If it’s okay with you I want to stay here tonight, just to be able to sleep next to you. Erase what happened last time we were in bed together, is that okay?’ he asks me, stroking my cheek with his thumb. How can I say no to that? He really does want to make amends it would seem, put everything right.
‘Of course’ I tell him. And this time, to avoid anything perhaps sparking a repeat performance I dress a little more covered, choosing my white cotton shorts and vest top set to sleep in, and we curl up under the covers at 11pm after watching the news and falling into conversations about current events and our feelings towards them. Lying in his arms, our bodies pressed together as we kiss and stroke each others skin, there’s a gently current of sexual energy flowing between us, but rather than it having the voltage to make us lose control again it’s more of a gentle hum pulsating through us, something we are both very much aware of but manage to keep under control. Although its just obvious how sexually connected we already are; I wouldn’t have his considerably large erection pressing into my stomach right now if we weren’t. But we both ignore its presence and just kiss, enjoying each other’s company again after the near six day absence before eventually falling asleep sometime before midnight.
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