The Little One

A/N: I’m setting up a plot twist here… I hope that it works nicely!

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5.

True to Sean’s word, Viggo had called to awaken them the following morning. Anne found it easier to get out of bed than her lover, and she ended up spending a good amount of time just making sure that he had showered and eaten before they left for the set.

Once there, they had separated, Anne going to production while Sean went to training: the actors were learning how to paddle canoes today. Sean wasn’t exactly thrilled about the prospect, but he knew that he had to learn sooner or later if he was going to perform his role.

“Morning, Sean” Viggo greeted warmly, watching as the Northerner made his way down to the lakeshore where they were training. “You look exhausted! Are you all right?”

“Bugger off” Sean replied, pausing beside him. For the day’s activities, the actors were allowed to wear their own clothing. Sean had chosen a dark blue pullover to go with his jeans. “Where’s Orli?”

“Getting some coffee. How was your weekend?”

Sean gazed at his friend as he lit a cigarette. “You know, you’re a nosy Dutch shit at that”

Viggo chuckled. “I see that you still have your ‘charm’, despite any effort that Anne may have made to rid you of it”

“She happens to like my ‘charm’ as it is, Vig.”

“Poor, deluded girl” Orli breathed, coming up behind them. “If she doesn’t watch out, you’ll corrupt her, Beansie”

George, the man who was training the three actors on their canoes, called for them to get started: Sean had to toss his cigarette away and Orli had to leave his coffee on a folding chair on the bank, sighing because he knew that it would be cold when he returned to it.

Anne was faring the same in the production trailer that she shared with Lisa and Melinda, among others. Her roommates were merciless when they discovered whom Anne had been out with. They teased her and wanted every detail, which for once, Anne found that she didn’t want to give. Her relationship with Sean was something that belonged to the two of them only: she couldn’t bring herself to cheapen it with gossip. Instead, she did her work organizing paperwork and requisitions for props. Just before lunch, Polly came by and asked Anne to accompany her out to the training ground so that the production crew could get an idea about the size that the canoes should be. Anne agreed despite the way that her colleagues looked at her, almost as if they expected her to invite them along for the excursion.

Sean had done a lot of crazy things in his career, but this ranked right up there with the best. He was having a hard time controlling his canoe: Orli and Viggo, on the other hand, seemed to be naturals. They paddled past him again and again until he had a good mind to smack them. As he fished in the cold water for his paddle, which he had managed to let slip from his hands once more, his attention was shifted from the oar to movement on the shoreline. Looking up, Sean saw that Polly was busy talking with another head honcho from the production crew, and standing beside her…

“Morning, Anne!” Orli called out, waving to her from his canoe.

She smiled in response and nodded, blushing at the attention.

“Belt up” Sean growled lowly, staring at Orli. “Are you trying to get her in trouble?”

Orli turned in his seat and looked at his friend who was sitting in the boat behind him. “Temper! I was just saying hello”

“Orli, Orli, Orli” Viggo mused, shaking his head. “You should know better than to flirt with Bean’s girl”

Anne was listening as Polly continued to chat with George but her eyes were fixed on Sean and his friends. They all looked ruffled and cute, almost like three little boys…

Orli couldn’t resist adding an additional barb. “You know, Sean” he contemplated, “She looks awfully tired… Busy weekend?”

“All right, that’s it!” Sean answered back. He yanked his paddle from the water and began to direct his canoe forward with strong sweeps of his arms, driving it forward until it knocked into the side of Orli’s boat.

“Hey!” Orli cried.

“Here we go” Viggo stated. “Make it good, Sean, she’s watching…”

Sean didn’t need any more encouragement: he playfully swung his oar at Orli, who caught the blow with his own paddle and returned it. The two men began to joust inside of their boats, laughing as they messed around.

“Oh, would you look at that!” George commented, noticing what was going on. “Honestly, these actors… They remind me of peacocks sometimes…”

Anne had to put her hand over her mouth and force a cough to keep from bursting into laughter: the men were preening, all right, but she found it to be precious.

“Come on, guys!” George yelled, taking a few steps closer to the water. “You have to learn how to pilot those things!”

“I didn’t start it!” Orli called back, chuckling and defending himself from another blow.

Sean was definitely enjoying this: he was fully aware that Anne was watching the entire exchange, and it only served to fuel him more. It amazed him how playful he felt when he was around her. After all, Sean had spent the better part of the last few months feeling miserable. He had suffered through yet another divorce and found himself in the middle of a new country: his colleagues were also his mates, true, but they hadn’t been able to take away the ache or the pangs of failure that he suffered through. Anne was the one who had changed his outlook, and she had done it in the most simple of ways: by loving him.

“All right, that’s enough!” George bellowed. “Don’t make me get the extra canoe and come out there!”

The oar duel stopped: Sean was sure to use his to splash Orli a tim times before he relented.

“You’re such a strutter” Orli swore, gazing at Sean as he wiped the cold water his friend had gotten him with from his face. “You get a female’s attention and you’re off like you’re cock of the walk”

“I am cock of the walk” Sean answered, turning towards Anne. He winked at her and smiled. “Keep your little jabs up and I’ll tell Anne to have her friends stay away from you…”

“Oh, now, Beansie, come on!” Orli cried.

“All right, you three…” George ordered, “Get paddling!”

“Who the fuck died and made him god?” Sean queried under his breath.

“Anyone hear from Peter?” Orli joked, “Because if we’re stuck with George for the rest of this, I’m out of here”

Anne focused on Sean: he looked so attractive to her, so playful… For a moment, she almost regretted that she had been intimate with him, because now that she knew the kind of pleasure that he could give her, she found herself aching for him right there in the middle of her work day.

As he gazed at her from his boat, Sean saw that arousal was washing over her, and he found himself reacting with his own… “Jee-sus” he swore.

“You shouldn’t look at her like that” Viggo intoned, paddling past him. “The whole world can tell what you’re thinking”

Sean quickly turned away and dipped his right hand into the cold water, hoping to still his desire.

Anne could tell that she had inadvertently aroused him: she pivoted as well and did her best to pay more attention to George and Polly as they spoke.

“Okay, can you give us the specs on the boats?” Polly asked.

“I don’t think that these are the final designs, but once I have them, I’ll get them to you” George answered.

“Good. Anne will be working on this with me”

“Hey, Anne” George stated, smiling and slapping her on the back, his hand remaining on her body. “You get all the fun jobs, huh?”

Anne didn’t mind George’s touch, but she had a sneaking suspicion that Sean wouldn’t be happy with it. “I certainly do… When do you expect to have the information?”

“By tomorrow… I’ll send it off to you as soon as possible”

“Thanks”

George rubbed her back in a fatherly gesture. “I’ll see you later, hun”. George leaned in and gently kissed her cheek: on any other day, it would have been no big deal to her since George always said hello and goodbye in such a manner… but Sean was watching her now. Anne could have sworn that she heard a low growl resound from the water.

“Are you always so jealous?” Viggo inquired as Sean caught up to him.

“What?”

“You sounded like a possessive male lion just then” Viggo quipped.

“Get off” Sean responded.

“Other people are going to touch her, you know… They aren’t all threats. It’s just a kiss goodbye, he does it all the time”

Viggo had his moments… Sean knew that he was trying to help him, but it was still annoying as hell. Sean grumbled, paddling his little boat as best he could.

“She knows where her home is” Viggo added, smiling at his friend. “She really loves you… anyone can see that”

“Belt up, Vig… Not now…”

“Okay” Viggo replied. He busied himself with his own boat, knowing that he couldn’t push Sean any further.

Anne left the area when Polly did, looking back at Sean one last time and seeing that he was still watching her. She wanted to wave at him, to tell him that she was all right, but she thought it would do more harm than good. She would have to wait until later and hope that he would be in a good mood.

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Lunchtime, finally: Sean was more than ready for his hour long break. He sat on the steps of the Cuntebago as Viggo and Orli stood in front of him, all three of them smoking. He couldn’t help but wonder where his little one was, and if she was okay… Not that George had done anything to hurt her, but all the same, she was attractive, it only followed logic that others would want her…and Sean couldn’t stand the thought of another man hitting on her.

When did you get so fucking possessive, Bean? he asked himself silently, listening as his two friends bitched about the boats and how uncomfortable they were. He had never been so jealous before… Jesus, he felt completely bewitched by Anne, he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

“Bean” Viggo intoned, “You all right? You seem distracted…”

Sean didn’t reply with a snappy comeback: he was too busy wondering where Anne was.

“Ease up, man” Viggo continued. “Here she is”

Free on her own lunch break, Anne had decided to go down to the infamous “Cuntebago”: it was a large Winnebago, in reality, that was used by the three men to change clothes and just hang out. Anne had heard about how cold it was more than once, and she understood that was part of the reasoning behind the name that it had been given. Taking her lunch had been problematic for her today. Her roommates wanted her to introduce them to her new man, and she had politely begged off, but the girls had followed her and it had taken her a few minutes to ditch Melinda and Lisa. “Hello, Mr. Mortensen… Mr. Bloom… Mr. Bean…”

“Formal, isn’t she?” Orli teased. “Hey, Anne… cigarette?”

“Thanks, Orli” she responded, smiling. Sitting down beside Sean, Anne took his cigarette from his fingers and used it to light her own before handing it back to him. “How’s everything?”

“Good, we haven’t drowned” Viggo answered.

Anne playfully bumped her leg against Sean’s. “How’s my man?” she inquired softly, blowing smoke at the sky.

“All right” Sean answered. “Do you have a few minutes?” SureSure… I’m on lunch.”

“I’d like to talk to you for a while…” Sean stated.

“I think that’s our cue to go and eat” Viggo breathed, slapping Orli on the back. “Want us to bring you something, Sean? Anne?”

“Yeah… Let Orli pick it out, though” Sean mused. “You eat some weird shite, Vig”

Anne giggled and watched as Sean’s friends walked away.

“Let’s talk inside” Sean proposed, standing up.

“Okay” Anne replied, her stomach full of nervous butterflies.

They tossed away their cigarettes, and Anne followed Sean up the stairs and into the old vehicle. The production members who usually inhabited the Cuntebago were gone…It was still such a strange name to her, especially for something that they used everyday, that she was tempted to ask him what the deal was, but she was far too nervous to do so at the moment.

The door shut behind them: as Anne moved forward, Sean stepped back and locked it to insure their privacy.

“Sean” Anne whispered, her voice trembling with her fear, “Is something wrong? I mean…”

Anne was cut off in mid-sentence as Sean pounced upon her, his hands finding the back of her neck as he pulled her against him, his mouth slamming over hers.

She was stunned: she hadn’t expected such aggression from him. Anne reacted as best she could, kissing him back… Sean swept his tongue against hers again and again, veritably raping her mouth. As he kissed her, he maneuvered their es bes back towards the couch that lined one side of the wall. Anne felt the couch against the back of her legs as Sean finally released her.

“Sean?” Anne inquired, cupping his jaw with her right hand.

“Take your pants off… Your knickers, too” he huffed, placing kisses on her neck.

Anne stared at him, startled by his words.

“I need you” Sean answered, kissing her cheek. “I know it doesn’t make any sense to you right now, love, and I know that this isn’t the most romantic of places…”

“Hey” Anne responded, kissing him softly, “You don’t have to explain” He really didn’t… Anne loved him so much that she couldn’t even dream of denying him anything. Removing her shoes, she quickly shed the items that he had requested: Anne figured that she had pushed him too far earlier in the day and that was the reason for his sudden desire…“Where do you want me?”

“Lie down on the couch” he ordered.

Anne obeyed him, watching as he undid his fly and climbed over her: their mouths met in another round of kisses as he slid into her: Sean was thankful that his tongue had aroused her enough that she was already wet for him.

“You’re so sensitive” Sean whispered, nipping at her throat. “I need to come with you, sweetheart… I need to make sure that you’re mine…”

The breath caught in Anne’s throat: so that was the issue… Sean was feeling insecure from her interaction with George. She knew that she shouldn’t have allowed the older man to kiss her, even if it was commonplace between them. Her heart ached for her lover, for the concern that she had caused him… Anne cooed to him as he thrusted, hoping to ease his discomfort. “I’m yours, Sean, all yours… You mark me every time that we make love”

Sean brushed his face over her neck and shoulder, groaning. The blood was already pounding in his ears: his orgasm was close, so close…

Anne pushed against his shoulders and whispered, “Wait…Wait…”

Oh god, he had hurt her in his roughness… Sean stopped, gazing down at her. “Are you okay?” he queried, his voice dripping with concern for her.

“You’re so sweet” Anne responded, kissing him tenderly, her hands cradling his face. “I’m fine, Sean… There’s just something I want you to do – for both of us…”

Sean nodded, knowing that she was going to ask him to do something that was a deep desire of his own that he had never even acknowledged to himself.

Anne kissed him again, pulling on his bottom lip with her teeth and then whispering, “Fuck my mouth, Sean”

Desire spiked in his belly. “Love…” Sean warned, afraid that he would lose himself if he obeyed her.

That was exactly what Anne wanted, though. “Please…”

“But you…”

“I can take care of myself, Sean” she answered coyly, reaching her hand between their bodies so that he understood what she meant. “Now come on, big guy… I want it… You want it, I know you do…”

Sean smiled: she was right. He pulled out of her, hearing her whine with discontent, and climbed up over her, straddling her chest. “I don’t want to crush you” he stated, stroking her head.

Anne couldn’t wait any longer: looking down at his cock, seeing that it was bathed in her wetness, she was overwhelmed with a sense of hunger. She lunged forward before he could mount another protest and took him into her mouth, sucking him clean and moving back as he moaned.

Sean locked his eyes on hers and knew that he couldn’t deny her: holding his cock with his right hand, he took hold of the back of her head and pushed his hips forward. Anne opened her lips for him and he slid inside, groaning at the wet warmth of her mouth. She grasped his other wrist and brought his right hand to her head, urging him to thrust.

“Anne…” Sean moaned, tilting his head back. He answered her as she held his hips and moved, sliding his cock in and out of her moutFuckFuck, love… Oh god, play with yourself, baby, please…”

Anne obeyed him, keeping her left hand hooked into the waistband of his jeans as she reached down with her right hand and caressed her nub.

Sean growled with pleasure, turning around and watching her as she pleasured herself. She moaned around his cock, collecting her wetness with the fingers on her left hand and bringing it to his mouth: Sean ravenously sucked her digits into his mouth…

His hips began to snap as he moved, his eyes shutting as he an an intense orgasm building in his body. Anne was crying out, the sound vibrating through his shaft.

“Fuck” Sean whined, bracing his hands on the arm of the couch, his hips moving frantically. He felt her shaking, heard her moaning as she came… He lost it at that moment, coming so hard that he grew dizzy.

When his rational thought returned, he heard the sounds of her cleaning him: Sean leaned back and watched her, smiling down at her.

“That was incredible, love” Sean praised, slowly moving back.

Anne didn’t want to let him go, but she knew that she had to: she watched as Sean sat down by her feet, reaching out and stroking her leg.

“I suppose that I should get dressed” Anne mused.

“Come here” Sean ordered.

Anne sat up and scooted closer to him, giggling when he lifted her up and sat her on his lap. Sean kissed her neck and jaw, brushing his beard over her skin.

“Did you come?” Sean a, ru, rubbing her back.

“Yes…”

“Mm, good…I know I seem to say this every time, baby, but… Thank you…”

“You’re very welcome… I just hope that Viggo and Orli aren’t upset when they come back: I just spoiled my appetite for lunch…”

Sean chuckled and playfully slapped her backside. “You’re right, you should get dressed”

Anne slid off of him with a smile and threw her clothes back on: she was just tying her shoes when there was a knock at the door.

“Sean, we’ve got your lunch” Viggo called.

Sean stood up and tucked himself back into his jeans, quickly checking that Anne was decent before he opened the door. Orli and Viggo climbed into the Cuntebago, each of them carrying food.

“I smell sex and candy, yeah” Orli sang.

“Belt up” Sean responded, sitting back down on the couch. “What did you get us?”

“Sandwiches” Viggo answered, looking at Anne and winking.

She blushed in response, turning her gaze to the floor.

“Hey, leave her alone” Sean warned his friend.

“Okay, okay…” Orli stated. He handean ean a sandwich wrapped in tinfoil. “We saw Lisa and Melinda down by the catering truck”

Anne accepted the food that Viggo handed her. “Let me guess, they were looking for me?”

Orli nodded as he took a bite from his sandwich. “Yep… They’re all aflutter that you’re dating someone…and trying to pretend that they don’t know who it is”

Nibbling on her sandwich she replied, “Well, I haven’t actually told them yet…”

“Really?” Sean queried, “I thought that women always told their girlfriends about that sort of thing”

Viggo got up and went to the small refrigerator that was kept in the RV, fishing four sodas out and tossing them one at a time to Anne and his mates. “Afraid they’ll cause trouble?” Viggo asked.

Anne shook her head. “No… I just don’t feel like sharing the details with them” Pausing, she opened her soda and sipped, feeling the men’s eyes on her. “They were just way too nosy from the get go this morning, so I didn’t tell them anything”

“I think they’re just curious” Orli stated. “They seem like nice girls”

“They are…” Anne confirmed. “I just don’t want to answer their questions: I know they’re going to ask things that I would rather keep to myself”

“Like?” Sean inquired, finishing the last bite of his sandwich.

Anne shook her head. “It’s private” she whined.

“Now you’ve piqued nternterest” Viggo interjected. “What do they want to know?”

Despite the fact that she wasn’t offended by Viggo’s question, Anne blushed once more and turned her attention to her sandwich.

Viggo wanted to press the issue, as he was genuinely interested, but a knock at the door of the Cuntebago stopped him before he could even get started.

“Who is it?” Orli sang, his teasing tone getting a laugh from the others.

“Make-up… We’re here to do a final test”

“Final test?” Sean asked, confused. “We did the final test last week”

“Peter wants one more” Viggo responded. “I’ve no idea why…”

“Wonderful”

“I should be getting back to production, anyway” Anne breathed, standing up. She handed her sandwich to Sean, locking eyes with him. “I only ate half of this…I’m not too hungry” Anne teased, winking at him and alluding to their previous encounter.

Sean grinned and stood up, pulling her into his arms and kissing her. “See you later, then, love”

Anne smiled and leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss him once more, quickly. “See you at the end of the day. See you later, Orli, Vig…”

Opening the trailer door, Anne sailed out of it, ignoring the looks that the make-up people gave her as she exited. She returned to the trailer that she worked in, seeing that Melinda and Lisa were back as well.

“Hey, Anne” Lisa called. “Have a good lunch?”

Melinda spoke up, teasing. “We saw Orlando and Viggo down by the lunch cart… their friend Sean was missing”

Anne walked over to the table that she was using to keep her paperwork sorted, doing her best to act like she hadn’t heard them.

“We saw someone else, too…” Melinda continued. “Jake…”

Anne had been rifling through the notes she had taken down by the boats: she dropped them, cursing as she knelt down to recollect them.

“I wasn’t trying to upset you” Melinda breathed, moving to her side. “Are you okay, Anne?”

Anne paused in her collectind lnd looked at her friend with tears in her eyes. “Jake? Are you sure?”

“Yeah… Look, Anne, you never told us what happened between you and Jake, was it that bad?”

“What is he doing here?”

Melinda cocked her head. “He’s coming back to production…”

She was shaking now, her heart in her throat. “Are you guys my friends?”

“What?” Lisa asked, frowning. She pushed a tendril of her red hair over her right ear and looked at her friend. “Of course we are”

Anne nodded, doing her best to hold back her tears. “I need you to promise me something, both of you…”

“Anything” Melinda promised.

Looking from one girl to the other, Anne stated, “I want you to promise me that if you ever see me having problems with Jake, you’ll go and get Sean: and if you can’t find Sean, you’ll get Viggo or Orli…”

“What?” Lisa queried.

“Promise me, both of you”

Melinda nodded. “Okay, I’ll do it”

“Yeah, sure… Whatever you want” Lisa replied. “Are you going to tell us what happened?”

Anne sniffled and sat down on the floor, rubbing her forehead with her hand. “You know that Jake and I were dating when we first got here”

“Yeah…”

“Those big bruises on my back… I told you that I fell during the mudslides… It’s not true. Jake and I had a fight and he threw me down… That’s why I broke it off with him.” She paused in her narration and gazed at her friends. “He said a lot of things… that’s why I need you to get Sean if you see me having problems with Jake…”

“Why not just tell Polly?” Melinda queried. “She could get Peter to have Jthrothrown off the set”

“It’s my word against his” Anne stated firmly. “They can’t throw him off over that...”

“You could at least try”

“Just… get Sean if I’m in trouble, okay? Please?” Anne began to cry, her fear so strong…

“Okay, honey” Melinda answered, hugging her friend. “It’ll be okay, Anne…”

Anne closed her eyes and sobbed, squeezing Melinda close. She just couldn’t tell them all of it, it was too horrible to remember… and she knew that she would have to tell Sean, which was going to be difficult, especially with his temper…

Please god, she prayed silently, please…

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