The Little One

Title: The Little One, 4/?

Author: sugarkisses

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Sean Bean/ OFC

Summary: Mostly PWP, but could turn into a true love story. There’s a young woman who works on the set in NZ. Sean has been eyeing her and she him. What happens when things come to a head in a pub one night?

Disclaimer: I do not own Sean Bean, and should he ever read this, I write this without the intention of insulting him, but with the intention of letting him know that he has inspired many a fantasy for me… I do, however, own Miss Anne, no holds barred.

Feedback: Please, I need it! Be nice, though!

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A/N This next chapter is definitely gooey romantic in spots… One might even call it MS, but I’ve given up on trying to defend my writing. If you have liked my story so far, read on, I think you’ll enjoy it. If not, don’t leave me flames! You’ve been warned and you’re an adult, so belt up!

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4.

Anne awoke the next morning to an empty bed: sitting up and listening, she heard the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. She stretched for a second, thinking about the wonderful evening that she had experienced with Sean the night before. From the moment that she had laid eyes on him, during her first days on the set, she had known that she loved him: but she hadn’t known that it was possible for her to fall for him even more than she already had.

Anne giggled when she realized that he was singing as he washed in the shower, the sound being amplified by the tiles in the bathroom: it was a song by the Beatles, “Here Comes the Sun”. She got up from the bed and fished through her suitcase for her toothbrush, grabbing it and entering the loo: she placed her brush on the side of the sink and decided to relieve herself.

“Don’t flush” Swarnwarned from behind the shower curtain, just as she finished. “I don’t want to freeze in here”

She blushed a bit, but obeyed him, returning to the sink and washing her hands before brushing her teeth. Sean was singing again, which made her smile. As she spat away the excess toothpaste from her mouth and rinsed her brush in the tap, Sean stuck his head out of the shower.

“Good morning, Anne” he cooed, smiling at her. “Fancy a shower?”

“I don’t know” Anne teased, turning towards him and placing her hands on her hips. “Can I trust you to keep your hands to yourself?”

“What would be the fun in that?” Sean asked, chuckling. “Come on, get in here… I need my back washed…”

“I know you, Sean…” Anne mumbled to herself, raising her eyebrow. “You need your front ‘washed’…”

“I’m not going to force you” he teased.

“Shove over” Anne ordered, climbing into the shower with him.

Sean chuckled at her grumpiness, stepping out of her way and allowing her to wet herself under the spray of water. “How about I wash you, dear?” he inquired.

Anne smiled as Sean pulled her back to his chest, kissing the back of her neck. “That would be nice” she replied.

Sean poured some shampoo from the bottle into his left palm, and placing the container back on the shelf in the stall, he gently worked a lather into her hair. Anne leaned her head back and sighed pleasurably: his hands were so large, his fingers so strong, that it felt incredible.

He could hear her making little noises of contentment in the back of her throat: each and every one went straight to his cock, waking it even further than it had been from the moment that she had entered the shower.

“I knew it” Anne teased, slowly swaying her backside against him: Sean bit his bottom lip, to keep from groaning, and shuddered. “You think you’re so sneaky…”

Sean grabbed hold of her shoulders and slowly turned her around so that the water from the showerhead could rinse her hair. Warm bubbles cascaded down her back as Sean ran his fingers through her raven locks, the expression on his face one of extreme tenderness. Reaching up, Anne placed her hands on his chest: the attention that he was giving her was heady.

Once her hair was clean, he slowly soaped her frame with his hands, brushing his lips over her face.

“You’re going to give me beard burn” she joked, pressing her slick body to his.

“Sorry, love, but I can’t get rid of it until after filming…” Sean answered, holding her against him. “Besides, I like leaving my mark on you”

Anne giggled and pulled back a bit, reaching up and stroking his face. “You already have, haven’t you? I guess it’s not as easy to see…”

Sean moaned as she took hold of his right hand and brought it between her legs, pressing his palm to her flesh.

“You see” Anne purred, leaning up and licking his earlobe, “I belong to you…”

He ran his left hand down her back slowly: and then he yanked her body against his so forcefully that she squealed in surprise.

“Sean?” Anne queried.

“Sorry, love, but you fucking turned me on, saying that you’re mine” he growled, holding her close. “Because you are mine”

Anne liked what he had said, liked it very much, but she didn’t have a chance to tell him: Sean lifted her up into his arms and impaled her on his cock, moaning against her neck as he began to thrust, pressing her back to the wall.

“Sean!” she cried, digging her nails into his back and wrag heg her legs around his waist. “Oh, god!”

“Are you my girl?” Sean asked, his fingers biting into the flesh of her backside as the spray of the shower pelted them. “Tell me, Anne…”

“Fuck, yes” Anne responded, kissing him. “I’m yours, Sean, all yours…!”

“Mm, so good… Keep talking to me, love…”

She knew what he wanted to hear, and frankly, she couldn’t re ful fulfilling his need. “I love taking your cock, feeling you inside of me… I fucking love it!”

Sean closed his eyes, his head reeling with pleasure: he couldn’t hold on much longer. “So close” he murmured, panting. “Come with me…”

Anne felt his cock throb within her, rhythmically pressing against her most sensitive spot as he growled and grunted. Her own bliss was triggered: she curled around him like a boa and held on for dear life.

His orgasm was so sweet, so all consuming, that he slowly sank to his knees with his satiation, taking Anne with him to the floor of the shower. The water that cascaded over them only added to the feeling of having become boneless…

“Sean” Anne whispered, running her fingers through his hair and smoothing the damp locks away from his face, “Sean, the water…”

“Hm?” he inquired, slowly opening his eyes. “Oh, yeah… sorry…”

Anne giggled as Sean reached up and turned off the water, refusing to separate from her. “I forgive you… that was pretty fucking good, big guy”

“Oh, I only get half the credit on that one, Anne” Sean answered, leaning back and kissing her forehead.

She sighed against his throat. “I suppose that we should get out of the shower and get dressed”

“Really don’t want to” Sean replied, grinning.

“You want to look like a prune tomorrow?” she teased, rubbing his shoulders. “I’ll get yelled at because you won’t be fit for filming”

“Oh, yeah, the film… almost forgot about that” In all honesty, he had: the last few days that they had spent together had been enough to nearly wipe his mind of anything but her. “I suppose you’re right, love. I’m going to have to move, you know…”

Anne whined unhappily. “Oh… Well, maybe we can stay here for a few minutes more, then…”

“I had a feeling that would change your mind” Sean replied, chuckling. Holding her by her waist and keeping her close, he shifted backward so that he was sitting with his back against the shower wall, Anne in his lap and their connection secure. “Just don’t fall asleep, now” he teased, kissing her forehead.

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They spent the morning and the afternoon cuddling on the couch, watching news reports and a few football matches. Anne made them breakfast and lunch, but Sean insisted on sending out for dinner. She allowed him to order Chinese for the both of them, listening to him make his request over the phone as they sat together. Anne was wearing Sean’s jersey once more – at his request – and he had opted to remain in his robe. Sean had told her not to bother with getting dressed that morning: when she asked why not, he told her simply, “I hardly see the point… Why get dressed when we both know that the clothes will only come off again at some point in the day?”

Anne had wanted to call him cheeky at that moment, but she had bit her tongue and put on his jersey regardless.

“They said a half an hour, love” Sean stated, hanging up his phone.

“I don’t suppose that you have some wine to go with dinner?” she queried.

Sean raised his left eyebrow at her. “Well, I’m sure that there’s some in the kitchen cabinets somewhere… Although I’m not too much for wine…”

“Too feminine?” Anne inquired, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Get off” Sean retorted, grinning. “I’ve just n bee been much for it… but if you want some, I won’t stop you”

Giggling, Anne stood up and padded over towards the kitchen, receiving a soft smack on the behind from him as she passed him. The pantry yielded no results, so Anne was forced to search: she found a bottle of good red wine in the refrigerator, already chilled, and brought it back to the coffee table by the couch, with two glasses and plates and forks for their soon to arrive food.

“You’re just the little house wife, aren’t you?” Sean teased, pulling her into his arms.

“Not really” Anne answered. “I forgot to get a corkscrew for the wine…”

Sean clucked disapprovingly. “And here I thought that I had a winner… A woman who can cook, who doesn’t mind doing the dishes, a woman who is fan-fucking-tastic in bed…”

“I know, big guy, I let you down” She tried not to laugh, but failed miserably, which earned her his fingers tickling her ribcage.

“Big guy, huh? Are you making fun of me?”

Anne grasped his wrists and did her best to stop his tickling, but it was futile. “No, I’m not… Sean… quit it…!”

“You didn’t say please” he responded, moving his fingers even faster over her flesh. Sean used his body weight to push her down to the couch and he climbed over her, being merciless.

She was laughing so hard that tears were escaping her eyes: Anne whined beneath him. “Sean… Sean, please… quit it!”

“Ah, the magic word” Sean intoned, immediately raising his hands upward so that they hung in the air between them. “That’s better…”

“That was mean!” Anne cried, “I was complimenting you!”

“Really?” he asked, leaning down and kissing her neck. “Care to explain, my dear?”

“Oh, come on, Sean, it’s pretty obvious… You’re a guy and you’re big…”

“I’m not that big, love… It’s not like I’m a seven foot tall Viking…”

Anne couldn’t help but laugh: instinctively, she reached up and grabbed his hands with her own before he could retaliate with more tickling. “No, Sean… You’re a ‘big’ guy, get it?”

“Mmm, I don’t know” he teased, nipping at her collarbone. “I think I need more of an explanation…”

She didn’t hesitate to make it crystal clear to him: releasing his left hand with her right, she reached between them and took hold of his cock, not the least bit surprised to find that he was hard after their roughhousing. SeanSean groaned and closed his eyes, feeling her tiny hand surround his shaft and stroke him slowly. Damn it, he shouldn’t have pushed her, he was already hot…

“This” Anne confirmed, loving the heat and weight of him in her palm as she caressed him. “This is what I mean by ‘big guy’… Your beautiful, huge c…”

Her words were cut short as the doorbell rang: their food had arrived.

“Oh, fuck” Sean swore, pressing his forehead to hers in frustration. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…”

“Sorry, hon… Sounds like dinner is here”

Sean felt his cock throb in disapproval as she released him: saying that the delivery man had bad timing was an understatement. “Would you mind getting it, dear? I’m a bit, um… indecent at the moment…”

Anne couldn’t resist teasing him: as he leaned back and let her up from the couch, she asked, “Who knows: maybe the delivery boy would like that sort of thing… You know, a man coming to the door with a big hard-on ?”

Sean sat up on the couch, rolled his eyes at her, and covered his lap with a large pillow to hide his erection. “Be a good girl and just answer the door, Anne… Sign for our supper before I spank you, will you?”

Well, she had thought that her joke was funny. She opened the front door and accepted the food, signing the bill that was presented to her with Sean’s name and doing her best to keep herself covered. Although the jersey went down to the middle of her thighs, she could still feel that the delivery boy was looking at her. He was a man, after all, and she was half-naked… The night air was cold as it blew into the entryway.

Anne heard Sean growl with disapproval from the couch, and she smiled to hear his jealousy: he must have seen that she was getting the once over. The deliveryman was anything but her type, short and dark haired, but having Sean react possessively still boosted her ego. She closed the door on the man and returned to the couch, handing Sean the food and going to the kitchen for the forgotten corkscrew.

“That fucking tosser was looking at you” Sean grunted.

“Was he? I hadn’t noticed…”

“Cheeky” he warned, takthe the corkscrew from her hands as she returned to the couch. “You know full well that he was looking at you: I think that you were teasing me, Anne”

Anne smiled and sat down beside him, getting the food out of the cartons and putting it on plates. Sean responded by quickly and forcefully uncorking the wine and filling the two glasses that Anne had brought to the table.

Sean added, “It’s a good thing that I’m hungry, or I’d show you what happens to girls who tease me…”

She took one of the glasses that he offered her and handed him a plate of food. “I have a feeling that you’ll show me later anyway, Sean”

“Belt up and eat your supper” he warned, “or I’ll find a way to ‘wear your mouth out’ so that you can’t eat”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” she asked dreamily.

“Eat”

Giggling, Anne dug into her food, winking at him as she chewed.

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The combination of the wine and the good food filled Anne with a sense of contentment: Sean was cuddled close to her on the couch as they watched yet another old film, their supper finished.

“So, darling” Sean began, stroking her arm with his hand, “Where are you from, exactly?”

Anne giggled. “It took you two days to ask… Chicago…”

“Chicago, that’s in the Midwest of the states, right?”

She nodded slowly. “Yes… and you’re from Sheffield, right?”

“Born and raised, although I imagine that was easy to deduce considering my affinity for the Blades…” Sean sipped from his wine glass, amazed at how good the liquid tasted: he had never been much for wine, but sharing the drink with Anne seemed to improve the flavor.

“Any siblings?” she queried.

“One sister, younger. You?”

“Only child”

“Hm” Sean mused. “Well, I guess we got the biographies out of the way”

“Not really… but I’m sure that will come with time…” Anne paused, placing her hand on his knee and making small circles. “My father is a widower: my mother passed when I was eight”

“I’m sorry to hear that, love” Sean soothed, kissing the top of her head. “That’s quite a loss for a young one”

“Daddy was very good to me” Anne replied, snuggling into Sean’s embrace.

“A father is an important thing… Are you cold, love? I could make us a fire if you want…”

“That would be lovely” Anne stated, stroking his chest.

Standing up after he had kissed her cheek, Sean walked across the room to the fireplace that was situated between the television and the patio doors: he was thankful that the large panes of glass were covered with heavy curtains, because they provided both privacy and insulation. Sean got a starter log going and then began to slowly add wood to the blaze as he spoke. “I try to be a good father to my girls, but with my schedule and the ex-wives’ attitudes towards me, it isn’t easy…”

“I think that you’d be a good father” Anne answered, playing with her hair.

“Good has nothing to do with it when your ex isn’t over the break-up”

“Exes can be that way” she stated, starting to braid her hair. “Love’s a tricky thing…”

“Isn’t tricky for you and me” Sean replied, smiling at her.

“Not yet, anyway…”

“Mm, forecasting ‘bad weather’?”

Anne looked at him as she continued to twist her hair. “No… There are always issues in relationships, that’s all…”

Sean had a good fire going now: getting up from the floor, he went to the bedroom. When he returned a few seconds later, he had the comforter and pillows from the bed. He dropped them by the fireplace and grabbed the blanket that was on top of the couch, adding it to the pile.

“Are we camping out?” Anne asked playfully, leaning forward.

Sean arranged the items so that the comforter was on the rug, pillows above it and the extra blanket to the side. “You sound intrigued…”

Anne got onto the floor and crawled over to him, smiling as she laid down on the comforter. The fireplace emitted a soothing wave of heat that washed over her frame. “This is nice…”

Chuckling, he stretched out beside her, propping himself up on his elbow. “Yes, it certainly is… and cozy at that…”

She sighed as Sean placed his free hand on her stomach and rubbed in slow circles. “Sean… I hope that you don’t think that I was saying that I think that we’ll break up…”

“I hope not, Anne, because I think that I would go completely bonkers iwerewere separated from you…”

Reaching up, Anne stroked the side of his face with her fingertips, tracing the stubble that he had been growing for the last few days. “I’m not going anywhere, for as long as you’ll have me…”

Sean turned his head a bit and placed a warm kiss on her palm. “Anne… Love, there’s so much that I want to say to you, but I just can’t find the words…”

She nodded slowly, understanding him: Anne couldn’t tell him exactly what she was feeling, either, because she had never felt anything like this before in her life. She had no experience with such intense emotions… she only knew that she loved him with a depth that she had never thought possible.

“Just…” Sean closed his eyes for a moment, collecting his thoughts and releasing a sigh before he opened them and spoke once more. “Just… stay with me, Anne. I don’t want to jinx this by asking you to move in officially yet, but… I want you to know that I’ve been thinking about it…”

She couldn’t bear to see him struggling to find the words that he wanted: Anne silenced him with a heartfelt kiss, her hands holding him firmly by the back of his neck.

God, she was so sweet… He had never known such an incredible woman: he never wanted to let her go, never. She was nothing like the others. Anne was hot and beautiful, a good girl and a bad girl all in one. If he had his way, she would never spend another day out of his sight.

She sighed as Sean ran his hand up her side, lifting his jersey from her body: Anne leaned up so that he could remove it and watched him expectantly as he took off his robe. Sean cradled her face in his hands and leaned over her, kissing her forehead, eyes, cheeks, lips- every inch of her face that he could.

Anne had known that such tenderness existed in him, but she hadn’t been able to fathom how wonderful it would be to experience it. Sean was placing soft kisses on her skin in a dizzying pattern, slowly moving downward. “Sean” she whispered breathily, gently stroking the top of his head.

He was at her left breast now: he kissed and licked her nipple before he gently grazed it with his teeth and pulled upon it. Anne moaned in response and dug her fingers into his scalp. Sean treated her other breast to the same affections before he moved down, his kisses still sweet and tender.

She called his name again, a bit more urgently this time, as he paused at the juncture of her thighs and brushed his chin over ser sex. Anne was on fire now, her desire having been raised to a fever pitch by his tortuous pace. “Are you teasing me?” she inquired, raising her hips.

“No, Anne… I know that I threatened to, but… I’m just trying to pay you the same compliment that you gave to me last night: I want to show you how very much I love you”

Anne’s heart swelled with such emotion when she heard his words that she thought that she would weep. “Sean…”

“Sh, darling… Let me love you…”

Closing her eyes, she obeyed him, gasping as he gently spread her legs and kissed her inner thighs. Sean blew cool air over her sex, then, using only the tip of his tongue, he tasted her from her entrance to her nub. Her soft moan of pleasure was lyrical to him: he repeated the process again and again, using a bit more of his tongue each time until he was lapping at her fully.

Anne shivered and shook: Sean was slowly building an intense orgasm within her.

“My sweet little one” he cooed, sliding his right index finger inside of her. “You taste so good, darling…”

Anne’s body bucked upward as the tip of his finger pressed against her most sensitive inner spot, thrusting her into the most soul-shattering orgasm of her life. She screamed and cried, tears of joy sliding down her cheeks, bright colors flashing behind her eyes.

Anne fought hard to catch her breath as Sean kissed his way back up to her and met her lips with his own. “Sean, I… oh, god, that…”

Grinning proudly, he stroked her jaw and licked her chin, loving the taste of her perspiration. “That’s just the beginning, darling… I plan on showing you how right you were to wait for me to be your first: I’m going to treat you like a princess”

Her head was swimming once more: god, but he knew just what to say to her to touch her soul.

“I’m going to make love to you nice and slow, Anne” Sean whispered into her ear, licking the lobe. “I’m going to penetrate you to your soul and take it, giving you mine at the same time, leaving myself inside of you”

She whimpered his name and captured his mouth in a kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist. The head of his cock was hot against her flesh… Anne cried out into their kiss as he sl ent entered her, filling her completely. Arching into him, she reveled in his metered thrusts that were both loving and consuming. Sean was whispering to her as he moved, repeating his endearments and confessing his desire for her…

Anne joined her hips to his and cried out. Gazing up at him, she saw the way that the firelight played over his features and caught the green of his eyes. He was so beautiful, so perfect and beautiful…

She succumbed first, wailing his name and clutching at him until she thought that she would break apart. Her peak sustained as Sean came in a rush of hot fluid. Anne welcomed his weight as he collapsed upon her in satiated bliss, and she dreamily stroked his back.

Rolling them onto their sides, Sean positioned her closest to the fire and kissed her forehead, holding her close.

“Sean…”

“Hm?” he queried, rubbing his chin against the top of her head.

“I love you, Sean”

“I love you, too…” Sean kissed her forehead and grinned. “I suppose that we should move to the bed, love, but I’m too tired and the fire feels bloody wonderful”

Anne felt him stretch against her: it seemed to her as if he were a big cat, the way that he extended his muscles. “This is purr-fect for me” Anne joked.

“Oh, ‘purr-fect’, is it? It’s settled, then, we’ll just stay here…”

“What about tomorrow? Don’t we have to be up at a certain time?”

Sean closed his eyes and buried his face in her ha“Don“Don’t worry about it: Viggo calls me every morning to make sure I’m up so I don’t delay the first call… He can be a pretentious Dutch shit at times”

“Okay, so long as we won’t oversleep”

“We won’t… Go on ahead and rest now, love: I’m sure that we’ll have plenty to do tomorrow as always”

Anne obeyed him, pressing her face to his chest and waiting for sleep. It came quickly, first to her and then to him, leaving them warm and dreaming in one another’s arms.

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TBC