The Little One

7.

Anne and Sean had just finished eating their dinner (he in his robe and she in his jersey) when the phone rang. Figuring it was Viggo, Sean leaned over to the phone that sat on the table by his couch and hit the speaker button.

“Hullo?”

“Sean?”

“Orli” Sean commented, looking at Anne. “To what do we owe this honor?”

“I’ve got Lisa on three-way calling… Go ahead, Lisa”

Anne sat up straight, having an idea where this was going.

“Anne?” Lisa asked over the phone.

“I’m here” she answered, her mouth dry.

“Anne, Jake was here… He was looking for you. He got pissed when we said that you weren’t here and he started yelling… Melinda and I were under pressure and we told him that you were with Sean”

“You what?!” Sean yelped, sitting forward.

“He doe kno know if it’s you or Astin” Orli piped up. “I’ve already called Astin to warn him…”

“Fucking cunt!” Sean yelled. “That fucking cunt came looking for her?!”

Anne was alarmed by Sean’s tone and his words. “Sean…”

“Relax, Sean” Orli commanded over the phone. “No one is hurt and the police are on their way to check on the girls. Everything’s okay…”

Sean rubbed his face with his hands and growled. “It’s not okay, Orli…”

Anne heard their friend go quiet f whi while before Orli spoke up once more.

“I’ll let Vig know what happened, and I’ll call you guys if I hear anything else, okay?”

“Melinda, Lisa…” Anne breathed, “I appreciate the call…”

“Be careful, Anne” Lisa responded. “We’ll see you tomorrow”

“See you tomorrow” Orli agreed.

“Yeah” Sean replied, hanging up the phone.

Anne could tell that he was upset: Sean had grown silent. She simply sat beside him and stared at the television, praying that he wouldn’t explode.

“Anne, I’ve been thinking” Sean stated, rubbing his chin with his fingers: when he was upset, he couldn’t help but stroke his beard, it just seemed to calm him. “You should quit”

She wasn’t sure that she understood him. “Quit?”

“You should quit production”

“What?”

Sean sighed, rubbing his temples. “You should quit: it would be safer for you”

“Sean, I love my job… I love being on the set and being near you. I’m not going to quit because of Jake: besides, I need the money to pay for my share of the house with Melinda and Lisa…”

Sean shook his head. “You don’t need it, Anne… You can live here, with me. I’ll take care of you”

Anne stared at him: she loved him very much, but she was beginning to feel insulted by his assumption that she would be comfortable being kept by him. “I don’t want to be taken care of, Sean. I want to do my job and fulfill my obligations to Peter and the rest of production”

Sean sighed raggedly. “I knew you’d be stubborn about this”

“Stubborn?” Anne asked, her voice rising. She leaned forward and placed her hands on her knees. “Come on, Sean… What would you say if I told you to quit this movie?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I would quit… there’s always another movie to be made.”

“For you, maybe” she responded. “Not for me… I don’t have the money to just quit a project in the middle of it!”

“Don’t you raise your voice to me!” Sean warned.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Anne spat back, her heart in her throat. She didn’t want to fight with him, but she did so instinctively.

“I’m not telling you what to do, Anne, I’m just making a suggestion!”

She shook her head in disbelief. “You’re out of your mind!”

“Watch it!” Sean growled, staring at her.

Anne had been through enough today: she was scared and angry, and she simply couldn’t take anymore. Unable to continue her argument with Sean, she got up from the couch and stomped into the bedroom, locking herself in the master bathroom before she began to cry.

Sean didn’t understand why she was so upset: it seemed only natural to him that he should take care of her now, when she needed his help. The quickest solution would be to get her out of production so that Jake couldn’t find her or give her any trouble. Frustrated and confused, he grabbed a cigarette from the pack on his coffee table and lit it. He thought as he smoked… Maybe he had gone too far, but he had only been concerned with her emotional and physical health. How many times in his life had he gone into something with the best of intentions and ended up hurting someone that he loved? What if he had pushed Anne too far, considering what she had been dealing with today? What if she had decided that she would rather go back to living in the house with Melinda and Lisa than be with him? Sean didn’t think that he could handle that… the very idea of being separated from her made him shake like a heroin addict contemplating withdrawal after years of indulgence.

In the bathroom, Anne was sitting on the side of the bathtub, crying. She was insulted that Sean would suggest that she give up the thing that she loved doing so that he could keep her at home. She wasn’t a child and didn’t appreciate his attempt to change her life: she wasn’t a big movie star who had money tucked away to see her through something like quitting a job. Anne didn’t need him to try to run her life right now: she just needed him to love her and support her, to see her through this…

Anne had been sitting there in the bathroom for about ten minutes when she heard Sean on the other side of the door.

“Anne” he pleaded, knocking on the door. “Anne, come out, honey…”

She shook her head but didn’t answer him out loud: she wiped at her tears.

“Love… I was only trying to help…”

“Go away!” Anne hissed back.

Sean leaned his forehead against the door and closed his eyes: fuck, maybe he really had pushed her too far. It never failed in his relationships, he would always say something stupid that would start a slippery slope into the dissolution of his interactions with others. “I don’t want to see you get hurt, Anne… I don’t know what I would do if that happened. I just want you to be safe…”

“Go away!!” she screamed, glaring at the door.

“Anne, I just… I just want to hold you. Please, open the door”

Anne heard his voice waver… was he really that upset? He sounded like he was about to burst into tears. She doubted that he was acting on this one, and her emotional response to him was immediate even though she still wanted to be angry with him.

Sean stepped back when she opened the door, doing his best to hold back the tears that were threatening him. Anne’s face was streaked with tears and she was looking at him warily.

“I want to keep my job” she whispered.

Sean nodded in agreement, softly replying, “Okay”

She hadn’t expected him to give in so easily. “Sean… are you okay?”

“Yeah… Just… come here…”

Anne allowed him to pull her into his arms, noticing that he held her tightly, squeezing her like a child holding his teddy bear.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you” Sean confessed, stroking her back. “I was trying to find a solution, Anne. I picked the wrong one”

Her anger was ebbing: she could allow him a few mistakes. Anne knew that, despite his reputation, he wasn’t an asshole; occasionally, he just had a hard time expressing himself. “My work is important to me, Sean… I would give it up if I had to, but not without a fight. I’m not going to let him win that way”

“Nor should you… I was thinking with my fat head, I’m sorry…”

Anne smiled and pulled back a bit, leaning up and kissing his chin. “An apology… I don’t imagine that you give those out very often”

“No, not really” he answered, giving her a sly grin.

“, I , I appreciate that you want to take care of me, I really do… but that’s not why I started dating you”

“I know, sweetheart, and I wasn’t trying to allude to that” Sean paused, playing with a stray lock of her hair. “Just… don’t shut me out. I know that I can say really stupid things sometimes… I get protective when it comes to you, love: more protective than I’ve ever been, and when I feel that way, it’s hard for me to stay cool”

“Are you trying to say that you love me and you never want us to be apart?” she teased, winking at him.

“Yes, I am, and you’re making it bloody difficult for me, just for fun” Sean answered, laughing along with her when she giggled. He couldn’t resist leaning forward and kissing her tears from her cheeks, relishing the salt of her. “Is it all right if we lie in bed?”

Anne raised her left eyebrow at him. “Bed, huh?”

Sean read her mind. “No” he stated, shaking his head, “I don’t mean it that way… I just want to hold you”

She sensed that their disagreement had really struck a nerve in him: she couldn’t say no. “Sure”

Picking her up in his arms, Sean carried her across the room to his bed and gently placed her on the mattress, shedding his robe and climbing in beside her. Anne almost commented on his removing the item, but despite the fact that it was a perfect time to tease him, she kept her mouth shut and soon found herself enveloped in his embrace.

“Sean?” she inquired, feeling herself dpearpear in his arms.

“I’m sorry, baby… It’s just… My big mouth has gotten me into serious trouble more than once. I think I’m saying something good, and the next thing that I know, I’ve alienated someone. I did that with all three of the wives, with a lot of my friends and family…”

Anne rested her cheek on his chest. “You were afraid that you had said something to drive me away?”

“That, or started a chain of events that would lead to it… You see, love, when I was growing up, my father wasn’t the easiest of fellows sometimes. He has always loved us, and we’ve always known that, but whenever he was frustrated, he would say things that woulde use us feel like he was trying to punish us instead of help us. I tend to take after him in that regard, and to be stubborn as shit about it. I’ve lost a lot of people because of it…”

Anne leaned back and stroked his jaw, her thumb brushing against his lips and beard. “Sean… I know that you have that tendency, and I don’t have any animosity towards you because of it. You’re aware that you can be that way, and you’re willing to admit to it… that’s a big step…”

“Yeah, well… I g it it means that I must care about you something awful, Anne. I don’t admit to having poor communication skills very often”

She giggled, reaching up and pushing a stray piece of his hair over his ear. “Shit, Sean… you’re so sweet…”

Sean cocked his eyebrow at her words. “A few moments ago, you thought that I was an asshole…”

“Yeah, but even then, I thought that you were a gorgeous asshole…”

“You can talk to me that way when I’m letting you wear my jersey? Christ, Anne…”

Anne couldn’t help it: his confession had considerably lightened her mood, and he was completely naked against her. Reaching out, she found his ribs and began to tickle him with quick movements of her fingers.

Sean released a shout and began to laugh, fighting with her hands but finding that he couldn’t get a hold of her wrists. “Stop it… fucking hell…!”

“You deserve it and you know you do!” Anne responded.

“Baby, please… I apologized, I… stop it…!”

He was right: Anne stopped her movements, smiling as he fought for air.

Sean opened his eyes slowly. “Fucking evil, that was” he quipped, gazing at her. “Aren’t you the one who was giving me a hard time about my wanting us to be in bed? I’ve been a perfect gentleman and you have to go and start tickling me…”

“You deserved it”

“Did I, now?” Sean inquired. “Personally, I just think that you can’t keep your hands off of me…”

“There’s that ego again…”

“You like the ego” Sean protested, leaning forward and nuzzling her face with his own. “Isn’t that why you’re with me?”

“I’m with you because I love you, Sean”

“Even my ego?” he queried, rubbing his cheek against hers.

“Well, your ego might be big, but at least you have other… ‘big’ things”

Sean smiled. “Careful, love: ‘he’ll’ hear you talking about him”

“I’m sorry, Sean” Anne giggled, meeting his mouth for the tender kisses that he was giving her, “but your cock doesn’t have ears…”

“I beg to differ on that one… Don’t look now, but I think that he has already heard you”

Sean pushed his hips forward: Anne distinctly felt his erection against her belly, hot, hard flesh. “Sean” she moaned, reaching out and wrapping her hands around the back of his neck, “I thought you said that you were just going to hold me”

“I did, darling” he teased back, “ I just can’t help it when I’m around you… I want to make you mine again and again, in every way possible… from above you, under you, behind you… with my mouth and tongue, with my cock…” Sean paused, placing his left hand on her shoulder and slowly running it over her skin, down to her hip, and snaking it between them. His fingers teased her mound, eliciting a moan from her as he gently pressed them into her. “Mm, do you like what I’m saying, love? You’re so wet for me… How could I not make love to you when you’re so hot and wet?”

Anne closed her eyes: his voice was so husky and sweet. “Sean…”

“I’m here, baby… tell me what you want me to do… I’m yours to command…”

She couldn’t help but kiss him, pushing her tongue into his mouth: it wasn’t like Sean to give up his control, and it heartened her to hear him say that he would give it to her.

“Mm, Anne… tell me…” he pleaded, pulling back.

“I want to make love to you” Anne responded, stroking his jaw.

“You want to ride me?”

“God, yes” She sealed her mouth over his for another kiss, Sean rolling their bodies so that she lay on top of him, his hard cock pressed to her backside.

“I’m yours for the taking, love” Sean mused, running his hands down her back.

Anne cried out as she impaled herself on him, slowly sitting up above him and gazing down at him. “I suppose that you like fucking me when I wear your jersey, hm?” she asked coyly, her little hands kneading his chest.

“Yes” Sean hissed back.

“Now, why is that?”

He winced as she ground herself over him, her movements slow and hard: it felt absolutely divine to him. “Fuck, baby… because it makes you mine…”

Leaning down, Anne craned her neck and licked the “100% BLADE” tattoo on his left bicep before she trailed her tongue up his arm and across his shoulder, finishing with a slow and deliberate swipe over his lips.

Sean chased her mouth for a kiss, but she pulled back, taking hold of his wrists when he tried to grab her.

“Are you at my command?” she queried, smiling down at him.

“Always” Sean answered.

Anne placed his hands on her breasts, the fabric of the jersey meeting his palms as she locked eyes with him. “Then let me take you… I’ll be good to you, I promise…”

Sean grinned at her, knowing that she was telling him the truth, and releasing a gasp as she moved once more. Her little hips swirled over him, making him cry out, driving his desire ever higher. “Oh, god… my sweet, sweet little one…”

“Yes, Sean, I’m yours, and I always will be… no matter what you say or do… I’m yours now and forever…”

“Anne… Love, I’m yours, too…” Sean grunted, loving the way that she moved over him. His heart opened as he watched her, bringing his emotions out in words. “I’m yours, baby… I love you so fucking much…”

Leaning down, Anne met his mouth for a kiss, her hands framing his face as she continued to ride him. Sean couldn’t resist wrapping his arms around her and holding her close.

“Sean” she whined, crying out as he raised his hips to hers.

“No one’s ever going to hurt you again” Sean swore, squeezing her to his body. “We belong to each other now”

God, but it felt so good to be held by him, embraced by his protective arms. Anne had known that he was the one from the moment that she had first laid eyes on him, but it still blew her mind to realize that this would never end… She was safe with him, no matter what came at her in this life.

“Anne” Sean cried, his brow knitting with pleasure. “Oh, god, love… I can’t hold back much longer…”

“Don’t hold back” she answered, pressing her lips to his throat. “I want you to come inside of me, Sean… I want to feel you give me your come…”

“Fuck” he swore, grasping her chin and bringing her mouth to his for a quick kiss. “Anne… fuck, Anne… fuck…!” Sean winced, his muscles tensing unbearably… and then his body exploded in waves of bliss.

Anne felt his cock swell inside of her, followed by the release of his fluid: she would have lost control regardless, but the next thing that he said merely sealed it for her and pushed her into the realm of extreme intensity.

“Anne… You make me come so good, sweetheart… Christ…” Sean grunted.

She succumbed to his words, her inner muscles desperately clenching him as fierce waves of ecstasy washed over her. Anne found herself panting and groaning, her nails clawing at him in the midst of her pleasure.

Moments later, she had relaxed and was basking in the afterglow as she heard Sean say, “Mm, I love it when you scratch me up”

Anne giggled and gently kissed his chest, too tired to move any further. “I think that we need to start pacing ourselves, or we’re going to die in bed of over-exertion…”

“What a wonderful, wonderful way to go” Sean mused, rubbing his chin against the top of her head. “Besides, I’ve never had a lover like you, and I’m not about to limit myself”

“Well, I suppose that too much fucking is a good excuse for falling asleep on the set… it’s certainly better than having a hangover…”

“Oh, but you do give me a hangover, love… and there’s nothing better in the world…”

Anne heard and felt him yawn, his chest rising and lowering as he did so. “I agree” she teased. “We need some sleep…”

“Cheeky” Sean retorted, rubbing her back with his right hand.

“You happen to love it when I’m cheeky”

“Yes, I do” he admitted. “It’s part of your considerable charm…”

Grinning, Anne raised her head up and kissed his chin, his beard brushing against her lips. “Sean?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you for understanding… about my job, I mean. I’m not going to let him fuck anything up for me”

“Neither am I” Sean answered. “I’m going to be right with you, Anne, here and on the set. You’ll never be alone”

Sighing with her contentment, Anne rested her cheek on his body once more, the fingers on her left hand playing with the hair on his chest. “I love you, Sean”

“I love you, too” he replied.

God, but he did love her… and he meant what he had said, Anne would never have to face Jake alone. Despite the failures that he had experienced in his previous relationships, Sean was determined to keep his promise to her.

When Sean had made up his mind, there was no dissuading him, anyone who knew him was aware of that fact.

Jake just didn’t know what he was up against….

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Sean Astin: he was the less likely of the two, but it was always better to cover all of the bases. Besides, his production mates knew where Astin lived since they had been to so many of his parties: Bean’s house would be more difficult to ferret out.

Approaching Astin’s house slowly, he realized ttherthere weren’t any lights on, and whoever was in there had to be asleep. He didn’t want his movements to be seen, so that was fine with him.

The New Zealand night was cold, making the grass crisp beneath his feet. The back of Astin’s house was unprotected and quiet: he crept closer while looking around to make sure that he wasn’t spotted. One thing that was nice about these actor’s houses, they were secluded enough that no one would notice what he was doing.

Slowly maneuvering by the bedroom window, he was disappointed to find that the curtains were drawn. He had to strain to see through the space between the curtain and the windowsill just to look into the place.

The redheaded actor was lying in his bed, asleep. He was alone, no one next to him. Then again, he himself had never gotten that far with Anne, and maybe she was pulling the same shit with Astin. Following the back of the house around to the front, he carefully peered into the front room and saw that the couch was also empty.

Process of elimination: she was with Bean. It would take him a while to find out where the fucker lived, and to formulate a plan on how to handle himself once he was at the house.

She didn’t know it yet, but she was in for a real surprise…

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TBC