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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.
‘I think this one would be way too long even in your highest heels, I have to be careful it doesn’t trip me up and I’m five inches taller than you’ says Robin as we root through her closet. She’s staying in a rented place down by the waterfront on the other side of the Michigan Avenue Bridge, not far from where Wentworth is either apparently.
‘I think you’re right. It’d be bad to trip up and fall on my ass’ I agree, watching her put the long black dress back and flick hangers over to the right as she searches. All of a sudden, her face lights up.
‘I have it! It’s the perfect thing but I’m really not sure it’s going to fit you up top. You have considerably bigger boobs than me’ she says, pulling out a claret red silk dress. It’s gorgeous; it’d rest at my lower ankle with high shoes on and is tight around the top with a slight flow out in the material from the hips.
‘I’ll damn well tape them down if I have to, that really is perfect’ I say, unbuttoning my waistcoat and kicking myself out of my jeans while Robin undoes the zip and then slips the dress over my head while I reach my arms through the holes.
‘Okay push the bad boys together and it should pull down over you okay’ she laughs when we realize my breasts are holding up proceedings as it were. And so I do just that and she wiggles the dress down further over me and then lets it go to fall to the floor. I adjust my chest a little more and stand on my toes to see how long it is. Six inch heels will allow me to get away with it I should think.
‘Okay, it fits if you have the most killer cleavage in town at least! Just remember the key to it fitting is also likely to have the poor man’s eyes falling out of his head. I do believe we have a winning dress. Cheers honey’ she says, picking up the glasses of white wine we were drinking and extending mine to me, clinking her glass to it as we giggle and drink. Phew, that’s a weight off my mind; I have the perfect outfit all sorted and nothing else to do this evening than enjoy myself with my new friend. We decide to order takeout for dinner and sit on the large mushroom coloured couch to eat and chat while we do. In fact we talk for so long about everything from men to music, to our careers and the people who’ve inspired us in life by the time I look at my watch it’s 11pm.
‘Well I guess I should drive my tired ass home to bed then’ I say, standing up off the couch and picking up the dress concealed in a hanging bag Robin sorted out for me after having a long stretch.
‘Okay honey, let me just put the dishes in the sink and I’ll show you out’ she says, also getting up and picking up her plate and a few bowls to balance atop it. I swing my bag over my shoulder and pick up my own plate plus the empty glasses and take them through to the kitchen for her before we head to the front door where she gives me a big hug.
‘Oh just in case you wanna know, Went’s place is right on the end there, grey door’ she says, pointing down to the end of the row. ‘You could give him a booty call on your way past’ she then says, laughing.
‘He’s not getting it that easily!’ I exclaim.
‘I know I’m just teasing sweetie’ she says, laughing more at my slightly aghast reaction.
‘But I could just go and say hello I suppose. Would be rude not to’ I say, pondering for a few seconds before deciding that’s just what I’m going to do.
‘Whatever makes you happy AJ, but I think if you did it’d probably make him happy to see you too’ she says.
‘Then it’s for a good cause isn’t it?’ I reply, making her nod and smile.
‘See you at 9am honey, don’t have ‘too’ much fun’ she says with a wink and another giggle. And with that we say goodnight and I walk down to where I’ve parked my car, getting in and starting up the engine before swinging it around and driving up the street about fifty yards before stopping outside the building Robin pointed out to me. I’m so glad its seven hours I have to be up in and not five, thank god for later starts on occasion and to be honest I’d have probably forgot if she hadn’t just reminded me of that fact.
‘Are you awake? x’ I text him, killing the engine and lighting a cigarette to smoke while I wait to see if I get a reply. I’m not even halfway through smoking it before my cell tinkles out a new message tone.
‘I am, why?’ reads his reply. And so I take one last puff on my smoke before putting it out in the cars ashtray and get out and lock up, walking up to the door and reaching out to knock it, seeing a shadow move behind it a few moments later and a shirtless Wentworth appear when it opens.
‘This is why’ I say to him, replying his text question with a kiss as he swings the door shut and envelopes me in his arms. And in it’s in that moment that I realize how much I’ve missed him today. Even though I was with him all night he left the set to travel to the location shoot at roughly midday and I didn’t see him after that. Eleven hours later and I can’t stop kissing the man; I’ve missed the feel of his mouth against mine so much.
‘I could get used to this’ he says as our kisses finally break but he still keeps me held tightly in his arms, hands stroking my back as I rest my head against his chest.
‘It’s just a flying visit handsome, I’ve been up at Robin’s all night so I gotta get home, I think I could use an early night’ I say, looking up at him and watching him bend his head to kiss my forehead.
‘If you come to bed with me now you’ll get that early night a lot sooner’ he says with a smile.
‘I can’t, all my stuff is at home and I really don’t wanna wear the same clothes two days running. For hygiene reasons as well as the fact I could do without getting a grilling for it on set tomorrow’ I reply, thinking Rob in particular would pick up on it straight away and discreetly make our lives hell for the rest of the day.
‘Point taken I suppose, but you have to give me a few more kisses before I even consider letting you go though’ he says, this time picking me up to his level and kissing me again as I wrap my limbs around him, surprised yet at the same time comfortable with the intimacy building between us. And so I just enjoy the time I have with him, kissing him deeply and happily as he holds me close, eventually putting me down with a reluctant look on his face as I walk back towards the door.
‘Are you sure you won’t stay?’ he asks, poking out his bottom lip at me which makes me laugh before hugging him. Quiet and cool he may be, but he can work cute alarmingly well, even when he looks all stubbly and sexily unkempt like he does now.
‘I’ll see you in the morning, you can go that long without me’ I say, reaching up for one last kiss and squeezing his hand.
‘I can try at least’ he says as I begin to walk away, waving to him before turning around and walking back to my car. You don’t even want to know how many times I considered turning around on the drive home. Okay nine.
In the days before our first official date I can’t help but register the excitement I feel is more considerable than any other date I’ve waited for. And by the time Friday arrives, I feel ecstatic, especially because split shoots all week have meant I’ve hardly spent any time in the company of Went for the last three days. I really can’t wait to finish this afternoon, relieved we will be wrapping things up at about 4pm since we shot until 2am yesterday and then all had to be back at 7am this morning. Everyone is exhausted, and because of it I manage to make a few people laugh in the process, just me, Alex and Went in the makeup trailer, and me pretending to fall asleep on him as I do his makeup, resting my head atop his and snoring loudly.
‘If you do this tonight I won’t be happy’ I says, jerking his head out from under mine and laughing when my chin crashes off his shoulder, putting his arm around me as I rub my jaw.
‘Don’t worry, I’ll be able to cram about ten more coffee’s in before eight o’ clock’ I assure him, kissing his cheek before separating from him quickly and picking my palette back up as the door opens and a couple of members of the cast enter, and back to normal we go. We really don’t want the whole set knowing the details of our lives away from work, so give nothing away around each other unless it’s while in the company of the few people that know. And before I know it it’s time to leave for the day, Went dragging me quickly behind a closed door on set to give me a quick hug and kiss goodbye before I hightail it out of there, managing to get home in an incredible twenty minutes through the relatively quiet streets and into a hot bath as soon as I’m there.
And while in the bubbly steaming hot water I go about shaving my legs and other areas (I want to make it clear right now that the ‘other areas’ I’m shaving are purely for comfort, not because they’ll be revealed to one Mr W.E Miller at any time soon!) and then remove the nail polish on my toes and nails before jumping out, deciding to do my hair first. I washed it this morning so I don’t need to bother doing it again, and it always styles a lot better when it isn’t freshly washed. I comb a few strands free at the front and roll the rest around and pin it up neatly, clipping back the two free strands while I start doing my makeup in my bedroom, still wrapped up in towels.
As each minute passes my heart flutters excitedly in my chest, not with nerves so much as just sheer excitement. I’ve wanted to see Carmen for a long time, and also seeing it with the person that I am makes it special too. By the time I’m dressed and waiting for my cab to arrive I can hardly contain my excitement, my heart jolting in my chest when it beeps outside our apartment.
‘Have a great time! And I promise not to judge you if you don’t come home tonight, remember, use a condom’ Alex says to me, hugging me at the front door.
‘Yes mother’ I quip, walking out into the surprisingly warm night and turning to blow her a quick kiss before I get into the cab and head off in the direction of my destination.
Wentworth’s POV.
Standing smoking a cigarette outside the theatre while I wait for AJ I can’t help but look amused at all the looks I’m getting as people pass by. It seems to be in rather bad taste that I’m attending an operatic performance not wearing a tie. But ever since I had an accident with a rope swing and almost ended up hanging myself when I was eleven I’ve hated having anything tight around my neck, so I pass up wearing the damn things whenever possible. If they are looking at me like this for not wearing a tie I can hardly wait until they see AJ’s arms. If a man not wearing a tie puts them off a heavily tattooed woman will tip them over the edge. And just as I start to think about her I see a cab pull up at the bottom of the steps and her get out, holding up the long deep red dress she’s wearing and ascending said stone steps, smiling right at me. She looks more beautiful than I’ve ever witnessed her too. I can’t deny I’m having a smug ‘I’m dating her and you’re not!’ moment right now as she catches the attention of a few more sets of male eyes as she walks towards me.
‘Evening’ she says, reaching up and softly kissing my cheek.
‘Damn you look good in that dress!’ Is the first thing I manage to exclaim, my eyes not able to tear themselves away from her breasts which are pushed together closer than two border jumpers in a cattle truck.
‘Thank you kind sir’ she says, linking her fingers through mine and squeezing my hand as we walk over to the main doors and inside the building. And more or less straight away I start to wonder if this really was the best place to take her as the air around us fills with whispers. It must be a rare sight at the opera, a woman covered in black and grey tattoos for we both notice she’s being not so discreetly whispered about.
‘Are you okay? Sorry, I really didn’t think on the fact that there’d be a barrage of upper class morons in here who have a problem with anything or anyone different to them’ after we’ve both heard a woman behind us remark that AJ’s arms are ‘vile’ and that she should have ‘at least covered herself up’. Charming.
‘I’m fine, don’t worry; I’ve heard it all a million times before. It’s their problem not ours’ she replies chivalrously, reaching up to kiss my cheek as we walk slowly into the auditorium. As soon as we sit down we are free from people who want to pass judgement on AJ because she likes wear beautiful art on her arms, or so I thought. The elderly woman sitting in the seat next to AJ can’t stop staring at her, yet she’s completely unfazed and just sits and ignores it, talking quietly to me until the curtain rises and the a silence falls over the whole auditorium and I prepare to be mostly bored for the next three and a half hours. Classical music is beautiful I will admit, but it really isn’t my thing as much as it is AJ’s. I’m only here because I know she’ll love it.
But still, throughout the performance I can’t deny I’m amazed at the talent showcased right in front of my eyes, and even though I can’t understand a word of what’s going on. I’ll ask AJ for the jyst of it later since she speaks fluent Italian rather than bug her now, not that I’d get much out of her as she is sat on the edge of her seat leaning on her forearms on the barrier in front of us, captivated totally by the performance, and as I thought she might be touched to tears by the emotion stirring beauty of the music on a few occasions.
And for most of the performance I just find my eyes constantly distracted by her, looking so beautiful if there was only one memory of her I could ever keep it’d be how she looks tonight. Sure, she looks gorgeous even when she’s dressed down in a simple vest and denim shorts, but tonight, she looks incredible without a doubt. The soft silk of the dress clings to her curves in all the right places, the colour complementing her light caramel skin perfectly, even making the blue of her eyes stand out even more. Or that could just be clever makeup; it is her job after all. But either way, I know I’ll never forget the way she looks right now. It’s like a can feel another little part of me falling away to her, another part of me submitting to the fact my feelings increase for her more as each moment in her company comes and goes.
AJ’s POV.
Oh my god how can I ever repay him for this? I love this so much I never want it to end, the music is so moving and so beautiful hoards of goose bumps prickle my flesh and I feel tears splash down my skin as the music stirs powerful emotions within me. It’s just so beautiful it takes my breath away. The costumes, the skilful makeup, the sets, the talent of the actors, the orchestra, it’s all amazing. And as soon as the curtain comes down even before I stand to clap I lean to the side and plant a huge kiss on Went’s cheek.
‘Thank you so much for this, I can tell by the look on your face you’ve been mostly bored throughout’ I tell him, watching him take my hand in his and kiss the back of it.
‘Don’t mention it, as long as you enjoyed yourself it’s all that matters’ he says before we stand to applaud, the performers all coming back out to take centre stage and bow. Just as I’m about to turn and leave I feel a hand on my right arm, and turn to see the lady Went informed me was staring at me non stop as soon as I sat down.
‘Excuse me my dear, I hope you don’t think I’m awfully rude in stopping you leaving but I just could not let you walk away without complimenting all these beautiful etchings on your arms! She begins in a very posh voice. ‘My lord they are absolutely astounding! Look at these Timothy, look at all those beautiful flowers on her shoulder’ she then says, pointing at my arm while her husband has a look too.
‘She’s been a huge fan of tattoos since our son decided to dedicate pretty much all of his body to the fine art’ her equally upper class husband tells me.
‘Well we shan’t keep you nice young people any longer; I just wanted to let you know how I admire you darling. You look thoroughly lovely, and you both make an extremely beautiful couple the both of you. Goodnight’ she says with a smile. I can hardly believe it, she and her husband are probably the most high society people in here, and at least in their mid seventies and she pulls me aside to tell me how beautiful my tattoo’s are when all other people can do is sneer. Remarkable isn’t it?
After we leave and descend the steps again I tell him about an all night bar I know of just a twenty minute walk away. Apparently according to the doorman Alex and I got chatting to the other week it used to be a club so still holds the license to be able to serve alcohol until 4am, which is a bonus right now as it’s 11.42pm and neither of us particularly want to head home yet, but both absolutely hate the heat, noise and atmosphere of clubs. I’m glad I’ve finally found someone who thinks the same as me on that, the amount of times I’ve had to endure being stuck in some sweaty club with drunken people screaming and falling over all around me while pretending I’m having a good time on a date, well it’s stacked up to a fair amount now.
‘So then pretty lady, what are you drinking?’ he asks me when we get inside the bar, both laughing at how overdressed we are compared to the other patrons.
‘I’ll take a glass of red please?’ I reply.
‘Which one?’ he asks, pointing to indicate the many bottles while the bartender hovers close by.
‘Hmmmmm, Chianti please’ I say after casting my eyes across the bottles.
‘Bottle of Chianti and a Corona please’ Went says, the bartender nodding and fetching the drinks at speed.
‘The bottle? Are you trying to get me drunk?’ I tease.
‘Always makes more sense to just get the bottle, plus I’m not planning on moving from here for a while, are you?’ he says.
‘Nope, can’t say that I am’ I reply.
‘And do you have to get up for anything tomorrow that a hangover will hamper?’ he then asks, passing a fifty to the bartender.
‘I don’t’ I confess.
‘Well then, pour and enjoy and to hell with the fact I’ll probably end up carrying you out in a few hours time’ he says, waiting for me to pour myself a glass before I pickup that and the bottle and we walk to a secluded table over in the corner. It turns out our night has only just begun.
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