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a game of chance to you	By : jackieburkhart Category: Individual Celebrities > Adrien Brody Views: 1836 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Adrien Brody or Olga Kurylenko, I am not making any profit off of this and this is entirely fictional.

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we're all fine, we're all fine
we fit together like worms on a line
we're so good, we're so nice
we stick together like dirty horse flies
- charlotte gainsbourg, “greenwich mean time”

i could make you satisfied in everything you do
all your secret wishes could right now be coming true
and be forever with my poison arms around you
no one's gonna fool around with us
- elliott smith, “angeles”

-

Adrien holds out his hand to Olga on her first day (it is not his first day). “Hello,” he says. Then he tells her: “I saw the movie where you were naked.”

He means to shock her and make her laugh, but it does neither. Instead, she cocks her head to the side. “Oh? Which one was that?” Her accent makes her voice sound deep and throaty.

Adrien sort of shuffles his feet. “L’Annulaire,” he clarifies. “That was your first film, right?”

Olga nods, cocks her head with a smile and says, “I saw the film where you fucked your mutant daughter thing,” and walks away.

He watches her go.

-

What Adrien does not tell Olga was how he’d watched the movie.

Someone told him that it was her best performance outside of Kirot (he rented that, too, but never got around to watching it), so he rented it and watched it with a bottle of scotch and ended up hard about an hour in and then with his pants around his thighs sometime around the third act and in a few quick tugs and a soft cry, he comes messily and ends up falling asleep without shutting the TV off, scotch half finished and glass sweating and forming a wet ring on the wood nightstand.

-

Olga plays Adrien’s mistress and, yes, she takes her clothes off in this film, too and, no, that is not what Adrien is most excited for, thanks.

Sienna Miller plays Adrien’s wife, who also takes off her clothes.

Charlotte Gainsbourg plays Adrien’s sister. Her clothes remain on.

Brad Pitt plays Adrien’s best friend who is also in love with Olga. Brad’s character is kind of a bit part but pivotal to the plot and his character is murdered by Adrien’s in a jealous rage.

And Adrien plays a man in the 15th century caught between two beautiful women and his duties as a husband and father.

Yes, it is utter Oscar bait.
-

“I wish that I did not love you,” Olga whispers against Adrien’s neck. Her lips are trembling and her eyes are closed, a few tears leaking out. Her arms are around his neck and her body is pressed against his.

Adrien kisses her temple and rests his hand on the small of her back. His body is buzzing and he threads his fingers through her long dark hair. “I know.” He rubs small circles on her back. “I know.” He tilts her chin up and kisses her, lightly at first and then deeper, much deeper, his tongue delving into her mouth and Olga gasps and grabs the front of his shirt and then…

“Cut!”

They pull apart. Olga’s lips are wet and her cheeks are flushed and Adrien’s eyes are too bright. He wants to kiss her again but she turns and it walking away, nearly tripping over her too-long skirt and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Adrien takes a break and splashes cold water on his face, swallowing hard and staring at himself in the mirror.

-

Olga sits next to him at lunch. Her hair is still styled in the 15th century up-do but it is cold so she’s wearing a heavy down coat and Ugg boots. Sienna sits across from her and they talk and laugh.

Her knee bumps his and if there is an ulterior motive to this, she does not let it on.

Brad tells a funny story about Angelina and one of their children and everyone laughs and Olga bumps his knee again. When he looks at her, she smiles a little. She mouths, follow me.

Olga excuses herself politely.

Adrien follows a few minutes later.

No one notices either of them leave because now Brad is telling a story about how Shiloh likes to put candies in Angelina’s hair.

-

Adrien knocks three times on the door to Olga’s trailer.

She pulls him in by his tie.

“Thank God, I almost thought you’d forgotten about me,” she breathes and kisses him hard.

It is not like their first kiss, the one on set, when her character is crying. This one is harder and hotter and wetter and he backs her into a small table, picking her up and putting her on it.

Her legs wrap around his waist and her hands are between their bodies, undoing his belt buckle. He says, “How long were you waiting?”

“Too long,” she purrs and the blood pools in his cock and he bucks up against her, feeling fifteen again. He presses his face into her neck, smelling her and he hikes her dress up around her waist. She is hot and slippery-wet and he plunges into her and she says, “oh,” very quietly, her nails digging in his back.

She comes on his cock.

He comes on one of the many petticoats she’s wearing, yelping a bit and his knees turn to liquid.

He rests his forehead against her collarbone and she sighs. “They’re going to miss us,” she whispers, stroking back his dark hair, her eyes too bright.

“Doesn’t matter if Brad and Sienna are there,” Adrien mumbles, sucking on her neck and neither of them knows what he means. He is in a daze.

Olga pushes him off of her. “Come, we should get going,” she almost commands. After she stands up, smoothes down her dresses and helps clean up, she kisses him again. “Meet me here tonight.”

-

He meets her like she tells him to and soon she is pinned and writhing underneath him on the table where she keeps her makeup, pearly teeth abusing tender flesh on narrow shoulders and her head is thrown back, mouth hanging open and it’s about the most erotic thing Adrien has ever seen in his entire life.

(His long fingers grasp her slim hips and the backs of her heels slam against his calves and, oh, he is going to be bruised for a long time there.

(She whimpers, “fuck me, Adrien, Adrien, please, please, please, harder,” and he is more than willing to oblige.)

When they’ve finished, she rolls onto her stomach and smiles sleepily at him.

He says, “you’re beautiful,” and, yes, he is sort of enthralled with her.

-

He calls Gerard after they fuck for the third time in her bed (and countless other times on tables and against walls).

“Gerard, it’s Adrien. I think I have a problem.”

Gerard snorts. “We’ve all got problems,” he says. “And yours is that you’ll forever be known as the guy who fucked his mutant daughter thing in that one summer film instead of as the guy who won an Oscar.”

This makes Adrien pause. “Wait, what? I… no, no, no, I have a bigger problem.” He lowers his voice. “I think I’m fucking Olga Kurylenko.”

“You mean you aren’t sure?” Gerard asks. “Have you done it or not? I mean, it’s not one of those gray areas. You’ve either put it in her or you haven’t.”

“Well, I have. I mean – Yeah, we’ve fucked. I just don’t know if it’s serious or not.”

“Have you asked her?”

Adrien sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “I have to go.”

He hangs up.

-

“So I see you and Olga are getting along,” Charlotte says one day in between takes. Charlotte’s character is telling Adrien’s that he has to break it off with Olga and if that’s not kind of prophetic, then Adrien doesn’t know what is.

“Hmm?” Adrien hums.

Charlotte smiles. “It’s just the way you two interact. You seem to really like each other. I think Sienna is jealous. She is supposed to be your wife, after all.” She can’t help but chuckle a little at her own joke.

Adrien glances over at Sienna who is talking to Brad and they’re laughing. Olga is off to the side, having a cup of coffee and chatting to a male extra who is a little too close to her for Adrien’s liking. Olga rests a hand on the extra’s arm, fingers trailing from shoulder to elbow and she’s laughing.

“What did he do?” Charlotte asks.

“Huh?” Adrien asks, distractedly. “What did who do?”

Charlotte points inconspicuously. “That extra. You are staring at him like you want to kill him.” Her mouth curves into a smile. “You needn’t be so protective of her.”

And before Adrien can ask what Charlotte is on about, she drifts away to join Brad and Sienna.

-

Because Brad is in the film, Angelina stops by the set a few times. She is smaller in real life than she appears onscreen, more like a waif than a titan and she kisses Brad’s cheek and talks to everyone.

Once when they think no one is watching, Adrien and Olga kiss behind Sienna’s trailer and at that moment, Pax comes running at them and Angelina follows. She sees them – Olga with a bruised lower lip and Adrien with his shirt half-tucked and she says nothing, just letting her blue-green eyes drift over them before returning her attention to her son.

-

Adrien calls Nicole.

She answers after the third ring.

“I think I’m in love with my co-star,” he announces.

He hears Nicole sigh. “Oh, Adrien.”

-

Olga calls Gemma.

“I think I’m in love with someone,” she breathes. Her hair is in curlers and she’s not due in make-up for another twenty minutes. She has a cigarette in her hands, but it’s not lit.

“Who?” Gemma asks. Olga can almost see Gemma poised to say, “oh, no!” or “wait, who?”

“Adrien Brody.” Olga lowers her voice to a whisper.

“Oh, Olga, why?” Gemma asks, clicking her tongue.

Olga shrugs. “I do not know,” she admits.

“Does he know?”

“I do not think so.”

“Are you going to tell him?”

There is a long pause. Olga stares hard at the floor of her trailer.

“Olga?”

“I have to go, Gem. I will talk to you soon.”

-

Angelina sits next to Olga at the table. She says nothing.

Under her gaze, Olga feels naked, embarrassed, awkward.

All Angelina says is, “He seems nice,” and nods at Adrien.

“He is,” Olga murmurs.

Angelina smiles and nods, saying nothing.

-

Olga meets Timothy for lunch.

He orders a steak, medium-rare. Olga orders a chicken Cesar salad.

“How is Alexis?” she asks, referring to his wife.

“Good, good,” Timothy says. He shreds his dinner roll into little pieces. When Olga opens her mouth to speak, Timothy says, “Are you seeing anyone?”

Olga closes her mouth.

Timothy says, “I heard about you and Adrien Brody.”

Olga blanches. “Who told you?”

“You did,” he says with a slow smile. Then he chuckles. “Well, the tabloids have been speculating. ‘Will the Bond Girl mend Brody’s broken heart?’ and whatnot. I mean, that Elsa or whatever apparently did a number on him.”

“I heard,” Olga mumbles, staring into her coffee.

“Just don’t let him buy you a castle,” Timothy advises, a twinkle in his eye.

They both laugh at this.

-

“You aren’t wearing that are you?” Olga asks Adrien when he steps out of his trailer. They have the day off (they’re shooting Sienna and Brad’s scenes today) and Adrien is taking Olga to lunch.

Adrien looks down at himself. He is wearing a frumpy sweater and those skinny jeans and Converse and Olga is brutally embarrassed for him. Olga is wearing a pale green cardigan and a pair of black trousers with her hair pulled into a loose bun. She purses her lips. “Adrien, I will not be seen in public with you wearing that.”

“Then don’t come with me,” Adrien says, a little too harshly. Maybe he is trying to push her away, he doesn’t know.

Olga opens her mouth and closes it. “Fine, then. I won’t.” She turns on a heel and storms back to her own trailer.

Sitting down in one of the chairs, she presses the heels of her hands into her eyes and she thinks that maybe this was a bad idea.

There is a knock on the door five minutes later.

It is Adrien and he is wearing a pair of loose jeans, a white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He smiles sort of shyly at her. “Come on,” he says, holding out a hand. “Let’s go to lunch.”

-

Of course, the paparazzi see them.

Of course the tabloids have a field day.

Of course, Gemma calls Olga asking when they’re going to get married.

Of course, Nicole calls Adrien and says, “I wish you only the best.”

Of course, Adrien spends the night in Olga’s trailer that night.

-

“Where is this going?” Olga asks one day from her bed.

“Where is what going?” Adrien asks. He is looking at himself in the mirror, wondering how he can cover up the angry red marks on his neck.

“You know what I’m talking about.”

“I don’t, actually,” Adrien says mildly.

Olga sighs, somewhat irritated. “After filming. What happens after filming?”

Adrien chuckles. “Olga, haven’t you ever done a movie before? After filming, you go home and rest, then you do the magazines and interviews and photo shoots and promotional stuff.”

“I meant what happens to us after filming?” Olga asks.

Adrien doesn’t answer for a long time. He sits back down on the bed next to her and kisses her forehead. “I don’t know,” he admits.

“Are you going to forget about me?” she asks, green eyes wide.

Slowly, Adrien shakes his head.

“Are you going to see me after we do all the premieres and whatnot?”

“I… I don’t know,” Adrien answers.

Olga nods and closes her eyes.

He kisses her nose and cheeks and forehead and finally her lips.

She lets him win this once.

-

There are a few scenes between Olga and Charlotte and once between takes, Charlotte whispers, “I think he loves you.”

Olga barely hears her but she says, “Oh” and Charlotte nods knowingly.

-

On her last day of filming (Adrien has more scenes with Sienna and Charlotte to do), Adrien invites Olga to his hotel room and he fucks her hard on his bed, hard enough to make tears leak out and he almost waits for her to tell him to stop, but instead she breathes, more, more, please, oh, Adrien and she is speaking Russian now, the words broken by sobs and gasps. She digs her blunt nails into his back and wraps her arms around his neck. Her eyes are wide and glassy.

“Do you want me to stay?” Olga whispers.

Adrien says, “What?”

She strokes his hair. “Would you like me to stay while you finish filming?”

“I don’t care. Do what you want to do.” He is tired and she’s warm and he snuggles close to her.

They fall asleep together, legs intertwined, smooth and pale over hairy and skinny and she is gone before he wakes up.

She has another film to do and Adrien ignores the dull ache when he reaches for her and she is gone.

-

Sienna says, “What’s up, Brody, you seem moody.”

Adrien shrugs and takes a drink of water. “It’s Thursday,” is his reply.

-

After their Oscar-bait film wraps, he goes back to New York because he needs to relax and unwind and forget about dark hair and green eyes and then goes to the supermarket and Olga is on the front page of Us Weekly because apparently she’s doing a new film with Cam Gigandet and they were spotted canoodling onset even though Cam is has either a wife or girlfriend (he has a kid, so he probably has either of these, not like Adrien knows or fucking cares) and a source close to Olga said that she can never resist fucking a co-star or whatever and Adrien turns the magazine away.

-

Olga calls him. He is just getting out of the shower when she does. “Hey,” he says.

“Hello.” Her voice is small. “Um… Do you want to meet up somewhere? Maybe, I dunno, get some coffee or something?”

He bites his lower lip. Water drips from his long hair onto the porcelain floor. “Uh, where are you?”

“I am in Paris. Where are you?”

“I’m in New York.”

“Oh.” She’s obviously struggling for words. He rubs his hair with a towel. “I can – I can fly out there if you want me to.”

“It’s okay,” Adrien says, because he’s not sure if he wants to see her, not sure if he wants to look into her eyes and say, I miss you, come home.

“Adrien…” her voice is tiny now and she sounds so afraid. “Do you ever… Do you ever, you know… Oh, Adrien, please do not make me say it…”

He sighs. “No. I don’t think about you.”

She lets out a choked sound and hangs up and Adrien hates himself.

-

The next day, he is channel-surfing and her Bond movie is on. Olga is standing in a burning hotel shooting at a fat Bolivian general and she is tanned and sweaty and streaked with soot and Adrien changes the channel.

-

Colin calls him two days later.

“Adrien!” The Irish accent is bright and happy. “Adrien, mate, how are you?”

Adrien sighs. “I’m okay.”

“You kind of don’t sound okay. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really.” Adrien rubs his chin. He hasn’t shaved in three days.

“Christ, man, are you still mooning over that Russian broad?”

“She’s Ukrainian,” Adrien corrects before he can stop himself.

“So, that’s a yes on the mooning part.”

Again, Adrien sighs. “Fuck off, Colin.”

“Well, I just wanted to let you know that my mate has a bit part in that movie with her and that kid from those dancing movies who was also in Twilight and he says that there’s nothing going on between your Bond girl and that vampire.”

Colin hangs up and, yes, Adrien does feel a little bit better.

-

He watches her on Kimmel. He had a beard now and his hair is long and greasy. He is wearing the lumpy sweater she so hated. He is what one would call “an utter wreck.”

She tells funny stories about filming, about Brad, Sienna, Charlotte, some of the extras.

“So, Adrien Brody was in this,” Kimmel begins and Olga smiles. She looks radiant in a dark red dress.

“Yes, Adrien plays my lover in the film,” Olga answers, crossing her long legs (Adrien misses stroking her legs, sliding his fingers between them) smoothing her skirt. “He was a joy to work with. He was just lovely, very serious, very brave, very dedicated. A real pleasure.”

He hopes he doesn’t imagine the hint of longing in her voice.

-

Of course they see each other again during the promotional tours.

They avoid each other on the red carpet in London, but afterward, after the screening and the after party (Olga sits by herself and Colin is there and he nudges Adrien toward her saying, “come on, mate”), after all of this, Adrien knocks on the door to her hotel room.

She answers and it’s obvious that she’s been asleep. Her eyeliner is smeared and her hair is mussed. “What do you want?” she asks him, her voice thick. “’m trying to sleep.”

“Uh, can I come in?” Adrien asks, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Olga sighs and steps aside. This is neither a yes or a no. “You will anyway, won’t you?”

Adrien comes in. He puts his arms around her.

She lets him hold her, resting her head on his shoulder.

-

They sleep together again, but they take is slow and Olga whispers to him in Russian, in French and in English. He isn’t sure what she’s saying, but she’s whispering close to his ear, licking the shell and making him shudder.

Their fingers tangle together when they sleep.

-

“Why can’t you just admit that you missed me?” Adrien shouts at her.

Olga sits there, placid and unassuming, running her fingertip over the rim of her glass. She hardly looks at him.

They are in Paris in her hotel room and Adrien is yelling at her, his face red and Olga is wearing one of his T-shirts and a pair of underwear.

“I mean, Jesus Christ, do you think I didn’t miss you, Olga? Fuck. I read all of your interviews and even flipped through those fucking tabloids just to see a picture of you.”

Olga shrugs. “That is not exactly my fault, is it?” she asks coolly. “You could have come and told me at any time that you missed me. But you did not. You never did. I called you. I asked if you wanted to meet up. You said no.”

He picks up her jacket and glittery blue dress and throws it at her. “Get out,” he snaps. “Just… leave.”

She smiles at this and, oh, that infuriates him and he wants to slap her, wants to make her cry and hurt the way he does. “It is my room. You can get out.” She raises her eyebrows again.

And Adrien starts shouting and swearing at her, calling her names and Olga doesn’t crack. She just sips her water and waits for him to calm down.

“Are you finished?” she asks after a few minutes, completely relaxed.

He says nothing.

She cups his cheek, kisses him on the mouth and squeezes his hand. “I missed you,” she breathes.

-

He lets her dress him before the Rome premiere. There are no canes, no scarves, no bandanas or shiny suits. There is just a tailored suit and she says, “You look perfect” and kisses his neck.

Adrien thinks she looks more than perfect in a powder-blue dress but doesn’t say so.

The fuck in the coat-check during the after-party and they’re almost positive Sienna saw them emerge together.

Sienna says nothing, just goes back to talking to someone.

-

“Are you going to buy me a castle?” Olga teases Adrien.

She is on her stomach and he traces idle patterns on her back with his long fingers, writing their names ten, twenty, thirty times. He never dots his Is.

They are in Paris.

He chuckles. “That wasn’t my best idea,” he admits. O-L-G-A-A-N-D-A-D-R-I-E-N he traces again.

“If you did, I would not leave you for another man.”

“What about another woman?”

Olga laughs at this. “Mm, maybe. Maybe I would leave you for Gemma.”

“Arterton? She’s hot,” Adrien says.

“I agree. And so talented. And then I would change all the locks so you could not get in your castle and she and I would live there as lovers.” She grins and rolls onto her side.

Adrien snorts. “I would call the cops on you.” He slides down until his face is pressed against her side and mouths against her breast, licking the soft skin there. She sighs and smiles.

“No, you would not,” Olga declares, shaking her head. “You love me too much.”

He nods in the darkness, even though she couldn’t see.

-

Of course, they fight again.

Olga throws a glass at his head and he barely dodges it. It shatters against the wall.

“Why didn’t you tell me you missed me?” she screams at him and Adrien holds up long hands, fingers spread. “Why is this supposed to be all my fault? I called you. I begged you. I pleaded and you – you did nothing.” She is crying now.

“I just… I thought you would assume that I did,” Adrien murmurs.

“I am not a psychic, Adrien!” Olga yells, tears rolling down her cheeks. Mascara dries and she looks like a damaged little girl. “I do not know what you are thinking all the time.”

“Olga…” he begins, holding out a hand to her, but she storms out.

He does not follow her.

He just sits and thinks.

-

Nicole calls him ten minutes later.

“How is Olga?” she asks. “I saw the pictures. You two looked awfully close.”

“I think… I think we just broke up,” Adrien admits. He studies his hands.

Nicole sighs. “Oh, Adrien, I’m so sorry. Do you want to talk about it?”

“I’d rather not,” he mutters and closes his cell phone with a snap.

-

The promotional tour is done. Their last stop is in New York.

At the airport, Olga holds out her hand to Adrien. “I guess this is goodbye,” she says with a sigh. She has a stiff upper lip and her eyes are painfully dry.

Adrien pulls her into a tight, almost back-breaking embrace and she remembers when he won his Oscar and his kiss with Halle Berry. “Goodbye, Olga,” he whispers.

Her eyes begin to water. “I wish I did not love you so much,” she murmurs to herself, her arms around his neck.

He doesn’t hear her.

-

Two days later, he buys a ticket to London and knocks on her door.

Her hair is damp and she is wearing a white robe and holding a cup of coffee. She looks tired. “What are you doing here?” she asks.

“I miss you,” he answers.

She says nothing, just takes his hand and leads him inside.

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