The Little One

A/N: Things are starting to get crazy for Sean and Anne... Time to see how they handle it!

6.
Sean was tired of paddling his canoe: he had been doing it all day, first to practice and then to give the cameramen something to focus on as they prepared their shots. He had just been told that they were done for the day, and he brought his canoe into shore and climbed out along with Orli and Vig.

“Well, that was tons of fun” Orli mused, lighting up a cigarette.

“You’re nutters” Sean replied, walking past his friend.

“Come on, Bean, back to the Cuntebago with you” Orli stated, slapping his friend on the back.

By the time that they got back to the Winnebago, all three men were starting to feel stiff from being out on the water all day. They found Anne sitting on the steps of the vehicle, looking worn… Sean felt an immediate tug at his heart: he was concerned for her.

“Hey, Anne” Viggo greeted, smiling at her. “How are you?”

“Okay” Anne replied, faking a grin. “Could I talk to you guys for a minute?”

“What, all of us?” Orli queried.

“Yes… I have something that I need to tell all three of you”

Now Sean was really concerned: Orli led the way up the stairs and into the vehicle, followed by Viggo, Anne and Sean. Once inside, they took the same seats that they had been in at lunch, the men looking at Anne expectantly.

“Could I have a cigarette?” she asked.

Like something out of the movies, all three men suddenly had one out for her and were offering them to her.

“Bugger off” Sean warned his mates, watching as Anne took the cigarette that he had offered. He lit it for her and put his arm around her shoulders, holding her close.

Anne inhaled from the cigarette and smiled at her lover’s protectiveness: she needed it at the moment. “Don’t worry, none of you have done anything wrong…”

“Love, what is it?” Sean inquired, reaching over with his free hand and stroking her cheek.

Anne released a ragged breath and looked at her hands, which she had folded on her lap. “Right after lunch, I found something out…someone that I’ve had problems with before has returned to the set…my ex-boyfriend, Jake”

“Jake” Viggo mused, closing his eyes and thinking. “Jake… Jake… The guy with reddish blond hair, bad attitude…works in computer animation?”

Anne nodded, inhaling from her cigarette again. “One in the same. We broke up shortly after we started here… it was… a very bad breakup…” She paused for a moment and took a shaky breath. “Sean, what I’m going to say will upset you, but I want you to promise me that you won’t fly off the handle and get yourself into trouble”

“Anne?” Sean queried, perplexed.

“Promise me” she begged, tears in her eyes.

“I promise, sweetheart” Sean answered. Dear god, what had this bastard done to her?

“Jake and I met in Sydney, at the initial production meeting a few weeks before our initial call here. We got along really well, and before I knew it, we had started dating. Everything was fine for a while… until we came here and got caught in the mudslides that very first week. I guess that being stuck in a hotel room together for three days wasn’t such a good thing. A little under a day after we were in the room, Jake decided that he wanted our relationship to go to what he called ‘the next level’, although I doubt that he even knew what that meant in the deeper sense of the term ” Anne couldn’t describe it any further, it was so vulgar to her, even now.

“Sex?” Orli asked, concern in his eyes.

She nodded agreement. “I liked Jake, but I didn’t want to go that far with him…so after a few days of his badgering me, I laid it all out for him. I told him it was over between us, and… he hit me” Anne began to cry, wiping her tears away as quickly as they came. “I managed to get away from him even though he had hit the side of my head pretty hard. I was halfway down the hotel hallway when he caught up to me: he knocked me down and kicked me in the back until I couldn’t move…” Anne paused, taking a jerky drag from her cigarette. “I guess that the other production people didn’t hear the fight, or they didn’t want to, because I woke up alone hours later, still lying on the hallway floor… I managed to make my way down to the lobby where I blended in with the people who were seeking shelter there: I slept on the floor, and although I was in pain, I felt sure that Jake wouldn’t try anything while I was among so many people. The next time that I saw Jake, we were all being moved to the main filming site in a big bus a day later. He didn’t speak to me for most of the trip, but when he finally did, he told me that he would kill me if I ever told anyone what had happened…” Her story finished, Anne nervously rubbed her hands together.

Sean couldn’t believe his ears… his anger was boiling, but his concern for Anne outweighed it, and instead of following his instinct to immediately find the bastard and destroy him, Sean took her cigarette from her hand and pulled her head down to his chest. Hefortforted her by stroking her back…

Viggo and Orli were just as shocked as their friend, so much so that they didn’t know what to say. They just sat across from Anne and Sean, digesting the information.

Anne cried for a few moments and then she raised her head and looked at Sean. “I’m not asking you to go and fuck him up, Sean… I don’t want you to get in trouble and it wouldn’t solve anything. I just want to know that I can count on you – all of you hel help me if I need it” She said the last words while she looked at Viggo and Orli.

“Of course” Viggo replied softly, reaching forward and touching Anne’s hand. “Of course… I’ll do anything that you want me to”

“Me, too” Orli chimed. “Don’t worry, we’re here for you…”

“Sean?” Anne inquired, gazing at her lover.

Sean was barely containing his anger: where he was from, there was only one way to take care of something like this…

Viggo sensed that his friend was irate, and being his ever-rational self, he stated, “Sean, it won’t help if you do anything to this guy… Anne needs you right now”

“I know that” Sean growled, putting both his and Anne’s cigarettes out in the ashtray at the end of the couch.

“Sean, please… I don’t want you to do something that will affect your career…” Anne whined, running her hand over his chest.

Sean didn’t cabouabout his career at the moment: the very thought of someone putting his hands on Anne had him contemplating the different ways that he could cause the bastard irreparable damage. He was in love with Anne and couldn’t bear the idea that someone had hurt her.

“Maybe you two should go home for the day and relax” Orli suggested, leaning forward.

Viggo turned towards his young friend and looked at him in surprise: it was one of the more mature things that Orli had said in a while. “Yes, why don’t you two get some rest” Viggo agreed.

Anne was more nervous, now that she had told the men the truth, than she had been when she had been keeping it to herself: Sean was clearly pissed and it was the last thing that she wanted to deal with at the moment. “Sean?” she asked gingerly, “Shall we go?”

Sean nodded and stood up, his entire body shaking with his ire.

“Um, Orli” Viggo stated, “Why don’t you take Anne to Sean’s car while I talk with him a moment…”

“I don’t need to fucking talk, Viggo” Sean warned, glaring at his friend.

Viggo wasn’t backing down, though. “Yes, you do… Orli…”

Anne got up and left the trailer with Orli at her side, still feeling jumpy and nervous. “I shouldn’t have told him” Anne breathed, moving with Orli across the production lot.

“Anne, you did the right thing” Orli consoled, reaching out and patting her arm. “This Jake bloke could be a real problem or he might have forgotten all about it, who knows… but it’s better that we know about it so that we can help you”

“Orli, we both know how Sean’s temper is… the last thing that I want to do is to cause him any trouble…”

Orli smiled and put his arm around her shoulders. “Anne, you just let Vig and I worry about that, okay? It’s going to be all right, you’ll see”

Back in the trailer, Sean was pacing the length of the Cuntebago like an angry male lion in a cage.

“You’ll wear yourself out if you keep that up” Viggo stated.

“Fucking fuck!” Sean swore, halting and slamming his fist against the wall of the Cuntebago. “I’m going to tear his fucking head off!”

“No, you’re not” Viggo replied calmly. “You’re not going to do that because Anne needs you more than you need to fuck this asshole up”

“Vig, he fucking hit her! He tried to rape her…!”

“Sean, stop!” Viggo ordered. “Just stop and think about this, okay? You aren’t going to accomplish anything by going after this guy”

“I’ll tell you what I’ll accomplish” Sean retorted, “I’ll have the fucking satisfaction that he’ll never think about her again! He’ll know that she’s mine!”

Viggo crossed his arms over his chest and stared at his mate. “Sean, this isn’t about marking her as your territory, it’s about protecting what you and she have! You go and beat this asshole, the crew will know you did it for Anne, which means that she’ll be sent off of this project. Then you’ll be down to either sticking it out alone here or leaving, which will seriously piss Peter off and fuck up your career! Don’t forget that you’ll never be able to work with Anne again once the news gets around, and then you’ll be spending enormous amounts of time away from her… You can’t win if you simply haul off on this jerk! You need to keep your cool and remember that you have to do what’s best for the both of you now”

Sean had been really fuming, but the logic of Viggo’s words began to cut through his anger: no question, Viggo was right. There was too much at stake for Sean to let his temper get the better of him.

“You need to reassure her that you’re going to protect her if she needs it, and that you’re not going to do anything stupid” Viggo continued. “It took a lot of guts for her to tell you about this: she loves you, but she knew that you would explode”

“Wouldn’t you?” Sean asked, looking at his friend.

“Yes, I would… but I’m enough of a ‘Dutch shit’, as you call me, to look at the bigger picture. You Northerners, on the other hand, start thinking about the best way to disassemble someone…”

Sean couldn’t help but laugh. “Was it that obvious?”

Viggo was relieved: he was getting through to Sean. “I haven’t known you that long, but it certainly was…and Anne saw it, too, so you need to let her know that you’re under control”

“You definitely are a ‘Dutch shit’” Sean mused, smiling, “but you mean well, so I can’t hold it against you…”

Viggo answered his friends’ grin. “Well, I think you’ve calmed down enough to drive home… Just try to stay cool, okay?”

“Yeah” Sean replied.

Slapping Sean on the shoulder, Viggo exited the Cuntebago with his mate in tow, both of them heading for the parking lot and their cars.

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“He’ll be okay, Anne: just remind him what this is about…”

Anne pondered Viggo’s words to her as they had said their goodbyes: she was with Sean in his car, nearly back at Sean’s house. She knew that Viggo had taken it upon himself to make sure that Sean wasn’t as volatile as he had been upon first hearing about her and Jake, and she truly appreciated it. After all, Anne knew that there was one thing that she never wanted to face on her own, and that was a severely pissed Sean.

Sean reached over from the steering wheel and fiddled with the radio, trying to find a decent station and finally giving up and pushing a CD into the stereo. Classical music filled the car, the violin strains helping to ease away the last of Sean’s tension.

“What would you like for dinner, love?” he inquired, turning the car around a corner as they approached the street that he lived on.

“I’m not picky” Anne replied meekly, stealing a glace at Sean and then returning her eyes to the road.

“I’m not angry with you, you know” he informed. “I could never be angry with you”

“I know, Sean… I’m just sorry that I upset you”

“You didn’t, Anne. I needed to know, and so did Orli and Vig. You made the right decision to tell me when they were there, otherwise I would have gone and done something violent. I don’t know if you can understand this, but… I’ve never been the kind to let people get away with hurting the ones that I love. God knows that I’ve gotten into quite a few fights over the years for that very reason…”

Anne smiled and gazed at him. “I can believe that, Sean… You’re very alpha male, which is what I love about you… You just need to understand that I don’t want our relationship to be affected by this in any way. I’m very happy with you, Sean: I could never forgive myself if one of my stupid mistakes jeopardized that”

“Everyone makes mistakes, sweetheart” Sean replied, pulling the car into the driveway of his house and turning it off. “You’ve righted yourself…” he teased, turning to her. “You found a decent bloke… eventually…”

Anne was so relieved by the look of mirth on his face, and the realization that he was teasing her, that she began to tear up as she gazed at him.

“Hey” Sean whispered, reaching out and grasping her face with his right hand, “Love, don’t cry…”

Closing her eyes, she leaned into his touch and smiled.

Sean couldn’t resist pulling her into his arms and placing a kiss on the top of her head. “Don’t worry, Anne… I won’t let him hurt you, and I won’t do anything that will hurt us, no matter what I want to do to him…”

“It’s too bad we don’t live in another time” Anne whimpered, “because I think I would love to see you beat the shit out of him”

“Like medieval times? I think I would have to be a British lord to be able to exact such revenge…”

“That’s fine with me…” she replied, kissing his chin. “Would you have put him on the rack for me?”

“Hm” he answered, stroking her back, “Sounds as if m’lady has a touch of blood lust…”

Anne giggled and moved back so that she could kiss his chin. “Aye, m’lord” she mimicked, “I’ve bllustlustd lud lust for my British lord…”

Giving her a wicked smile, Sean framed her face in his hands and brushed his thumbs over her lips. “You really should be careful with the wordplay, love… You know what that little mouth of yours does to me”

His kiss was soft at first, gently tasting her, before he plunged his tongue into her mouth. Anne mewed anappeapped her arms around his neck: Sean rested one hand at the small of her back, and knitted the other into her hair, tilting her head to further deepen their kiss.

God, he wanted her once more… Sean groaned lowly, his cock growing hard in his jeans.

Anne sensed his arousal: reaching between their bodies, she stroked him through the denim. He broke the kiss as she touched him, gasping for air and shuddering with pleasure.

“Goodness, m’lord” she teased, tracing his length with her index finger, “whatever is this?”

“Love” Sean warned. “Not here…”

“The house?” she inquired.

Sean nodded and nearly flew out of the car, walking around to her side and opening her door for her as she giggled.

“M’lord, you seem anxious to consummate our relations…”

Anne didn’t have a chance to tease him any further: he lifted her out of the car and swung her over his shoulder so that she was facing backward with a growl, her legs hanging down by his chest as she squealed and kicked. Sean shut the car door despite her protests and carried her up the walk to the front door.

“Sean, let me down!” Anne cried, laughing as he opened the front door and brought her inside the house.

“Nay, Lady Anne” he retorted. “I’ve played enough Lords over the years to know that an impudent woman must be handled in this manner”

“Impudent?” Anne queried, playfully slapping at his back. “How dare you?”

Sean shut the front door and carried her into the bedroom, unceremoniously plopping her down on the bed and climbing over her. “I dare because I am the Lord of this castle” Sean breathed, pressing his body to hers, “and you are my Lady…”

God help her, but she melted at his words…

They rolled across the bed as they undressed, helping one another and cursing the other’s clothing in turn until they were both laughing uncontrollably. Their hilarity died down, though, when they were finally naked and Sean had positioned himself between her legs, preparing to enter her as he held her face in his hands.

They were both breathing hard, and Anne reached up to brush a stray lock of his blond hair off of his forehead, whispering, “This is what I don’t want to lose… This…”

Sean smiled down at her and then kissed her gently. “We’re never going to lose this, Anne… We’ve found each other now, and this is going to last forever…”

She wanted to weep with happiness, but could only moan as he slowly entered her, her sex molding to his instantly.

“Oh, god” Sean groaned, resting his cheek next to hers, “You fit me perfectly, love”

Anne rubbed his back as he began a slow gait, his right hand traveling between them to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple. “Sean…”

“Fuck” Sean cried, resting his forehead on hers, “You feel so fucking good”

Their tongues met in a deep, hot kiss as Sean released her breast and grasped her left leg behind her knee, opening her for him, making his penetration even deeper.

Mewing with her pleasure, Anne joined her hips to his, her fingers desperately clutching his skin. She watched his face and the way that his emerald eyes focused on her as he stroked in and out of her.

“Little one, you’re mine, now and forever… No one will ever change that” Sean murmured, his timbre husky as he moved. “We belong to one another…”

“Yes” Anne responded, pulling him down for another kiss.

It was growing difficult for him to keep going slow… his cock was throbbing and he wanted to increase his speed… but he knew that Anne needed this, and he wanted more than anything to give it to her.

“Sean… oh, god…”

“I know, love…”

Anne couldn’t help but thrust against him, her own desire beginning to mount. “Sean…”

He smiled down at her and nuzzled her face and neck. “Not fast enough for you?” Sean teased.

“I appreciate what you’re doing, I just…” Anne faltered, biting her lower lip as she tried to find the words that she wanted to use. “I just love it when you take me hard and fast, Sean. Please, my lord?”

Cheeky little thing, Sean thought. “Please what? What is it that you want, my lady?”

“You’re not being fair” she stated, frowning up at him. “I want you to fuck me hard, my lord… I want you to fuck me until I’m screaming your name and coming around you… Please, my lord, please…”

Releasing a throaty laugh, Sean shifted so that he held both of her legs behind her knees, maximizing his penetration as he began to thrust hard and deep. Anne responded with a high-pitched squeal, arching her back at the ecstasy.

“Yes, Sean, yes… Oh, god… I love the way that you fuck me…!”

Sean was completely on edge, his body burning as he slid in and out er, er, his bliss being heightened with every stroke. He did his best to hold back, wanting her to reach orgasm first…

“Sean, I’m going to come…!” Anne wailed, digging her nails into his shoulders.

“Yes, love” he grunted, “Please do… I want to feel you come on me: I need you to…”

Anne cried out and pitched, her hips rising to his as she spasmed.

Sean felt her inner muscles squeeze around him rhythmically, her sweet cries entering his ears. He closed his eyes and growled loudly… His fluid filled her in hot jets, his cock throbbing with each spasm. Taking his time with her made his orgasm even more intense: shutting his eyes, he was lost in the throes of it, barely aware of where he was.

“Oh, bloody fucking hell” Sean whined, trying to catch his breath as he lay above her. “Christ, woman…”

Anne giggled through her own haze, wrapping her arms around him. “Sean, that was so good…”

“Mm, it certainly was” he responded, kissing her throat. “You do incredible things to me, love”

She smiled, running her right hand down his back. “Does this mean that we’re okay?”

“Definitely… Although I’m still more than willing to kick his ass for you… Just say the word…”

“Uh-uh, Mr. Bean” Anne whispered, tapping his chin with her index finger as he lazily leaned up above her. “I’ll have none of that”

“You will, hm? Well, how about some of this, then?”

His lips covered hers, reminding her of what a wonderful kisser he was as he made love to her mouth with his own. Their tongues glided together again and again, hands caressing as they sighed in mutual pleasure.

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Melinda and Lisa were sitting on the couch in their house, watching television and trying to relax when there was a knock at the door. Melinda was the one to answer it: damn it, she should have checked through the porthole before hand. Standing on the front step, wearing his trademark black jeans and matching leather jacket, was Jake McCoy.

“Is she here?” Jake asked, stepping into the house.

“Who?” Melinda inquired, trying to avoid a confrontation.

“Don’t play dumb, Melinda. Where’s Anne?”

“She’s not here”

“Where is she?” Jake demanded.

“Not here” Lisa seconded.

“I heard Melinda the first time, Lisa. If she isn’t here, where is she?”

“Out” Lisa responded, standing up. “We’re trying to rest, can we just tell her that you stopped by?”

“No” Jake stated, his eyes squinting in anger. “Now, listen to me, you stupid bitch: I want to know where she is, and I want to know now”

Lisa held her hands up as Jake stepped closer to her, menacing her with his gaze. “She’s… she’s with a friend…”

“A guy?” Jake asked, his eyes getting wide. “She’s with a guy, isn’t she? Who is it?”

“I don’t know” Lisa replied.

“Jake, we really don’t know” Melinda tried.

“Fucking tell me who it is!” Jake yelled, whirling on Melinda and getting in her face.

Melinda had never been good in the face of danger, and as was her usual way of handling such things, she folded, exclaiming, “Sean… She’s with Sean!”

“The actor?” Jake asked incredulously. “Which one?”

“I don’t know, really” Melinda responded, her lower lip quivering with her fear.

“We don’t know, they’ve only been dating for a few days…” Lisa interjected, praying that this would buy Anne some time. “We don’t know”

“Fine” Jake snapped, stomping out of the house. “Tell her that Jake is back and wants to see her” he called as he left.

Melinda and Lisa ran after him, shutting the door and locking it.

“Jesus Christ” Melinda stated.

“We have to call Anne” Lisa responded.

“We don’t have the number” Melinda whined.

“No… but I have Orlando’s number from today at the cart…”

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TBC