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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.
When the sound of my alarm buzzing at 4am rouses me from my deep sleep, there’s a broad body blocking my path to reach over and switch it off. Suddenly that body moves backward away from me, and a long leanly toned arm reaches out to press the large snooze button on the top, before it folds back around me and the man it’s connected to kisses my forehead.
‘Morning’ he says, sounding half asleep still but his eyes wide open when I look up at him.
‘G’morning’ I reply, moving my hand from resting against his chest to rub my eyes before giving him a kiss under his jaw, feeling him lower his face to mine and pucker a kiss to my lips.
‘Can I leave you to doze while I go take a shower? I wanna get in there before the bathroom is hogged, this being a two woman apartment of course it’s only natural’ he says.
‘That’s just rude, not all women bathroom hog’ I reply, poking him in the chest with my index finger.
‘Well I don’t want to wait around and find out if that’s truly the case or not, so just give me a couple more of these, and I’ll be on my way’ he says, pausing to kiss me tenderly mid sentence. And after our pleasant but brief morning lip lock he climbs out of bed and heads for the bathroom, leaving me to move over to the pillow his head was just occupying and breathe in deeply. Mmmmm, I have his smell on my bed, and he smells delicious. And he’s so gorgeous he makes me almost delirious. So I just lie there and grin like a simpleton while I hug my arms around the pillow, snoozing until the alarm goes off and Went re enters the room at the same time.
‘Come on Alice, time to get up’ he says, sitting on the side of the bed wrapped in one of our dark blue towels and kissing my shoulder a few times while his hand creeps up the back of my top to stroke that often overlooked erogenous zone that is the centre of my back. And I also note how strange and nice it is to hear him call me Alice, because hardly anyone ever does. It’s always shortened to AJ, Alice junior. And I don’t dislike it, but I know I do like hearing him say my name.
‘If you’re going to keep doing that then it’ll be hard to muster up the enthusiasm to move’ I say, turning onto my back and feeling his fingertips briefly hover over my stomach and around my belly button before he moves it and gives me a quick kiss on the side of my neck.
‘Come on, get up I have to get dressed. And you don’t get the privilege of seeing me naked just yet’ he says, his voice full of tease and a slight arrogance.
‘So it’s a privilege is it?’ I say, running my fingernail down his still slightly damp arm, pushing a bead of water along a muscle ridge and making it leave a trail behind.
‘Go and get ready, or the next time you see me in a towel I might not accidentally drop it’ he says naughtily, smiling a wicked smirk at me and granting me one final kiss before I throw myself out of bed, noticing it’s 4.10am already and knowing I need at least an hour to get ready so hurrying the process by going at lightning speed, washing and conditioning my hair while chomping on my toothbrush. After getting out I spend fifteen minutes on my makeup, pencilling my brows, adding a sparkly bronze shadow to my eyelids and lots of eyeliner and mascara, a sweep of bronzing powder across my cheeks and down my nose and a tiny amount of tinted strawberry lip balm to accentuate my lips. I then get dried off properly and jump into the clothes I brought in here with me. My blue drainpipe jeans and a small black waistcoat, and once I’m wearing them I look at my watch and see it’s 4.45am, and time to dry off my hair a little better. I rub it down with a towel and finger comb it before leaving the bathroom and heading back into my bedroom, being hugged around the waist from behind by a big gorgeous man who’s kissing the side of my neck while I retrieve my hairdryer from the draw. And throughout the rest of the day he finds plenty of times to do exactly that; creep up behind me and bestow kisses to either my cheek or the side and back of my neck.
‘See I try and avoid these things as much as I can, I have an addictive nature with things like that’ he says to me as I sit off set, him standing behind me but behaving perfectly normally with no advances in my direction this time because of the sheer amount of people present. Around thirty are loitering about to the side of the set as I sit back with a word and number puzzle book I’m engrossed in.
‘I love working things like this out, and number and letter codes too which explains why they are all done’ I reply, pointing up to the completed puzzles with my pen and turning to smile at him, feeling his finger stroking my shoulder secretively behind his other arm so no one can see the gesture.
‘Much like Michael I also have an interest in coded messages, It’s nice to know that I have someone I can actually talk to about them now rather than just relating to the character I play’ he said, his finger still stroking my shoulder.
‘I’ve always only been average at math, but words, that’s what I’m good at’ I tell him, unwittingly knowing his mind is turning over an idea I’ll find come to fruition and waiting for me in the makeup trailer at the break between the morning and afternoon shoot three hours later.
‘Read me a little closer’ said the post it note attached to the top of a spare script copy, one containing Went’s lines. Amused at what he’s up to I flip through the pages and see nothing immediately different about it, but I’m not so slow as not to work out this is something relating to our earlier conversation. And so I light a cigarette and sit down in the chair to take five before Peter Stormare has to come in to have cuts and abrasions painted onto his face, looking at the first place of the script and taking only a few moments to notice how he’s left me a message. There’s a carefully placed pen dot under individual letters spelling it out. Without the other words and bunching all the individual dotted letters together it reads like this-
'I think you are completely captivating and there are times when I just can't stop thinking about you. If you're free this Friday I'd really like to take you out, let me know. Oh and P.S, if you've read this as quickly as I think you have I should be standing behind you right now'
‘Yes, Friday is fine’ I say, putting the script down and standing up, receiving a warm hug and a kiss from him once I’m on my feet and my diminutive height not being a problem for him today since I’m wearing boots with five inch heels. ‘Needle heels’ as Alex calls them, because they are such thin and pointed heels.
‘I’ll have to think of a harder way to contain the message next time’ he tells me reaching down to kiss my nose before quickly letting me go and taking a step to the side when we hear a tap at the trailer door. It opens to reveal Peter’s smiling face, ready for me to make him look like he’s been beaten up.
‘I’m taking you somewhere really nice, so if you can find a dress as beautiful as you, which I doubt if possible, wear that’ Went whispers into my ear before leaving me to gore up Peter. I can hardly wait until Friday. This week just keeps getting better and better.
Wentworth’s POV.
I feel relieved I’ve got everything worked out with AJ finally, and that now I can make all the right moves in getting to know her better than I already do. I know a handful of things, like no one else in the world likes Oreo cookies or raw carrots as much as she does, and that rodents of all kinds completely freak her out, or that the one stand up routine that can make her laugh instantly no matter what is ‘Raw’ by Eddie Murphy, or that her all time favourite film is The Shawshank Redemption, or that her birthday is on May 16th. I really want to know everything that makes her tick, get to know her inside out. And with each day that passes in her company I just can’t seem to concentrate 100% when she’s around me. Yes I can still summon the professional demeanour an actor requires to get his work done, but she’s always at the back of my mind, and when she’s standing to the side of the set I have to stop myself from constantly staring in her direction. I don’t want to attract attention to the fact we’re becoming involved, there are way too many people who indulge in gossip on this set but at least I know of a few who can keep quiet about what they observe.
‘Sure is pretty isn’t she?’ Rob says as he stands next to me between takes outside of my character Michael’s cell. He’s following my gaze down to AJ, who’s talking to one of the lighting guys.
‘She’s not without her charm’ I answer nonchalantly, not giving anything away. Rob’s become a good friend and I don’t mind talking to him about this, but he knows very well unless he works for it I won’t give up a thing. Or annoys me enough to make me open my mouth, one of the two.
‘Not without her charm huh? Well that’s about the most eloquent way of saying ‘as soon as the both of us are in the same room with the door locked she’s gunna be in trouble’ I ever did hear sonny boy’ Rob replies, licking his bottom lip as he laughs, watching the corners of my mouth jerk up a little, but not into a complete smile as I manage to keep blank faced. Even though I have to admit, inside it’s killing me not to laugh.
‘And he still don’t answer me’ he then mutters, looking down at his feet and then back at me with an amused grin.
‘Well it would help if I knew exactly what you’re asking. So far it’s just been a few statements to deliberately provoke my response’ I say lightly, making his grin break into a wider one and much laughter follow.
‘Okay, I’ll just say it straight. Are you and that beautiful little thing over there dating?’ he replies quietly, discreetly pointing at AJ.
‘Early days’ I reply casually, giving her a smile as she turns around and begins to walk back towards us.
‘Lucky son of a bitch’ he says, shaking his head.
‘I know’ I reply, winking at her quickly as she walks past and gives me one of her trademark looks, the kind of look that’d make monks rethink total abstinence. It really doesn’t help she has a lollypop in her mouth either, and chose the exact time she looked up at me to pull it from between her lips in an obviously seductive manner. Time to think of the unsexiest thing I can before I end up embarrassing myself.
‘Ooooooooh she’s playing with you boy! You know I still can’t work out if I love or hate a cock tease’ Rob then says in a put on high pitched voice, watching AJ continue walking down the walkway past the cells. I’m too busy in hysterics to answer him right away, both of us laughing so loudly it’s echoing off the walls all around.
‘I think it’s a bit of both man’ I finally manage to say.
‘That would be a fair assumption. You hate ‘em when they do it and you hate ‘em when they don’t’ he says, something I can’t help but agree with.
Robert’s POV.
Okay so yes, I already know there’s something going on here between them, but I just wanted to hear it from the man’s mouth, so that explains me annoying the information out of him. To be honest I expected to see AJ looking as miserable as she was yesterday when I arrived this morning, but when I went in for makeup she was back to her old self, having a laugh and a joke with the lovely Robin Tunney while Alex started work on me. Because of the sheer amount of people around I didn’t want to ask her right there and then if she and Went had had words since the time I saw her last, and didn’t get chance to for the immediate hours thereafter either.
But, in doing a lot of scenes with Went this morning I noticed the way they were with each other, not a drop of tension between them as they interacted in a friendly but not OTT manner around each other, and if they were apart would catch each other’s eye and mouth things to one another, or AJ would pull stupid faces at him just before he had a take and make him discreetly raise his middle finger in her direction for doing it. Everything looked fine between them, and for that I’m happy. Okay I will be completely honest, yes she is a very attractive young lady but the way I find myself looking at her more recently is almost fatherly. She has this way, she’s such a caring and funny person it’s impossible for you not to fall in love with her.
If it’s a crap day on set for whatever reason she’s always there making us laugh and taking our minds off the fact a particular scene is in its twentieth take, or that outdoor shoots are held at the mercy of the quite frankly schizophrenic March weather Chicago is facing right now. She’s popular, except with quite a few of the female crew who fail to see she’s not a shameless flirt but just naturally funny and quite tongue in cheek. And because of the fact jealousy prevails with a lot of these women, who can’t help but notice how men sometimes find themselves staring at her. One tall skinnyish fella in particular who everyone female around here undresses with their eyes on a daily basis, oh hell how they do not like the visual attention he gives her. But I do have to say, they seem to downplay what’s between them quite well because as of yet I only think it’s myself, Rockmoore and Dominic who have tweaked as to what’s going on there. And we aren’t saying anything to anyone who might ask. It’s their business, and I hope it stays that way too.
AJ’s POV.
Okay so it’s time to start having the usual female stress fit of what to wear, since I only have four days to actually decide or go and guy something new. I’m thinking right now I may actually do the latter, but it’s just a matter of when. Looking through our schedule for the next week until Fridays three day break I see absolutely no time to go shopping for something new, so begin to fret. Can I rely on eBay to get a dress to me in time? Pulling out my laptop and plugging it into the DSL we have set up in the trailer I sit and search through the pages. But then it hits me, I don’t really know what I’m looking for as he hasn’t told me where he’s taking me. ‘Somewhere nice’ could be anywhere after all.
Knowing that he’s doing a location shoot downtown on a closed street (a flashback scene back to when his character Michael is still on the outside) I try sending him a text to ask exactly where he’s taking me, knowing that even though I only actually got his number off him this morning he sometimes does respond to messages between takes. Five minutes of looking through pages and pages of dresses with still no clue I get a reply.
‘I did want it to be a surprise but I understand your dilemma (typical woman much? :p) I’m taking you to see Carmen. Hope that helps you with your choice. See you soon x’
Yes, that indeed helps me with my choice. And also shows how much of a good listener he is. I remember back to the fourth day of filming when I was talking of my love of classical music and mentioned Carmen was one operatic performance I hadn’t but really wanted to see, and probably would do at some point since the show was going to be at The House Theatre of Chicago for a three month run. He’d remembered and even before it had begun I sensed this was going to be the best first date of my life. But still, what to wear. I needed much help with my decision and since my sister was downtown with the other half of the crew her expert opinion couldn’t be called upon. But someone else’s could. Cue Robin arriving her usual fifteen minutes early for a girly chatter over cigarettes and coffee like usual before I do her makeup. She’s another one I’m becoming quite fond of, but naturally in a different way to Went.
‘I don’t know what it’s for but that one would look amazing on you’ she says, making me jump a little with her usual sneaking up behind routine as she places two coffee’s down on the table beside where my laptop is rested.
‘I thought that, but I think the green would clash with the streaks in my hair’ I say, noting that I’ve never thought green and purple go together.
‘So where are you going that requires the nice long dress then?’ she asks, gently throwing a Lucky Strike in my direction as she sits by my side.
‘I have a date’ I say with a bashful smile. ‘And he’s taking me to the opera’ I add, watching her face light up. Since they are rarely on set together she hasn’t been one to notice the growing chemistry between Went and I, and I haven’t told her either. The only people I’ve actually spoken to him about are Alex, Josh and Rob.
‘Oh nice going! So who’s the lucky guy then?’ she asks, excitement in her eyes.
‘Promise to keep a secret?’ I ask her, watching her nod vigorously in response. ‘It’s Wentworth’ I reply, watching her mouth fly open and then her hand cover it.
‘Oh you lucky lady he’s so handsome! And such a nice guy, oh wow when did he ask you? What’s the deal here c’mon don’t you dare hold out on me! I like to think I’ve got to know you well enough to call you a friend so spill the gossip AJ!’ she exclaims, making me giggle happily. It’s nice to hear her refer to me as a friend, it confirms just how I feel about her too; she’s lovely.
‘Well, it kinda started right away really, just flirting with each other and stuff and well, it developed last week when we finally admitted we do like each other and well, yeah, he’s taking me out on Friday so I have to make a decision fast!’ I say, watching her put her cigarette down in the ashtray and grab my arm with both hands, shaking it excitedly.
‘I’m so excited for you honey! Okay let me help you pick something, I take it you’re sticking with the usual attire for opera and going for something long then?’ she asks, picking up her cigarette again after lifting the lid on her coffee.
‘Yes, you know I don’t think I own one long dress. I’ve never been anywhere I’d need to wear one’ I say, clicking over to the next page.
‘And obviously you want to show off all those lovely works of art on your legs too. Listen; if you don’t wanna buy you can borrow off me? I’ve brought about ten outfits I really do know I won’t wear out here with me and I know I have a couple of long dresses with me too. I know I’m much taller than you but if you wear a pair of really high shoes you should be fine, you’re about a size six to eight too aren’t you?’ she replies.
‘Yeah usually, and are you sure you don’t mind? It’d be a big help to me that I can’t deny’ I say, ready to call off the search.
‘Positive, just follow me back to my place tonight and we can have a look to see what I have’ she smiles kindly. And with that we shake on it and laugh, and then continue talking until the times comes for me to fix her face, all the time talking about work but only having one thing that’s really stuck firmly on my mind. Him.
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