The Little One

A/N : Thank you to everyone who has reviewed my story. It means a great deal to me to know that there are people out there who enjoy what I do!

Right now, things are relatively calm for Anne and Sean, except for the sex :-) Soon enough, though, old Jake will be starting some problems and we'll just have to see how the loevely couple handles them!

Once more, just to restate, since I know how people sometimes get about RP fic and since I really do respect Mr. Bean, I reiterate that NONE OF THIS EVER HAPPENED. NONE OF THE CONCEPTS THAT I USE ARE INTENDED TO UPSET ANYONE, MOST OF ALL BEANSIE!

~ sugarkisses

8.

Anne didn’t want to get out of bed: she heard the alarm crying on the nightstand, telling her that it was time to wake up. Sean was lying beside her, somehow managing to sleep through the noise. She pushed his shoulder in an attempt to get him to acknowledge the alarm and shut it off, but he only grumbled in response.

“Fine” Anne sighed, opening her eyes and climbing over him: she stretched her body out over his and slapped at the offending device. The first time it just scooted across the wooden top of the nightstand; the second time, she was able to shut it off.

Sean mumbled something to the effect of “thank you” and rolled over, pinning her body to the bed with his own.

“Sean” Anne cooed, “We have to get up…”

“Fuck, no” he yawned, wrapping his arm around her waist. “We’ll just stay here until they call for us, and then we’ll tell them we’re not coming in today”

“Oh, yeah, that’ll go over real well” she teased. God, his body was so warm and comforting that she knew that she was in real danger of falling back into sleep. “Come on, I’ll make you coffee…”

“You don’t brew coffee, Anne… It’s battery acid, that”

Anne snorted and gently slapped his arm. “Sean… Am I going to have to drag you from this bed?”

“I’d like to see you try” Sean replied, nuzzling her throat with his lips. “I’m in a mood to put up quite a fight”

She was about to answer him when the phone rang: Sean reached out for the device, clicking it on.

“Hullo?”

Anne watched his face, hoping that it was merely his morning wake-up call from Viggo and not another frantic message from her roommates.

“Yes, Vig, we’re up… I know, Vig. Yeah, we’ll be there…” Hanging up the phone with a quick press of a button, Sean dropped it on the mattress and sighed as he looked at Anne. “Vig wanted to remind me that we’re moving on to weapons training today…”

“Why does that sound dangerous?” Anne quipped, raising her left eyebrow at him.

Sean shrugged absentmindedly. “ I haven’t the foggiest… Although, since I promised Vig that we would get to the set in an hour, is it too late to accept that offer of coffee?”

She giggled and kissed him gently, pulling back and rubbing her nose over his. “Of course not… I’ll go and get your ‘battery acid’ ready, m’lord…”

“Don’t even start that ‘m’lord’ shite” Sean ordered. “You’ll force me to keep you in this bed for at least another hour if you do…”

Anne could take a hint: she kissed him once more and then got up, going to the bathroom and relieving herself before she made her way to the kitchen. As she stood at the sink, filling the coffee pot with water, Anne gazed out into the back yard of Sean’s house: it looked so peaceful and beautiful in the early morning light, sunshine struggling its way out of the clouds and pouring down onto the grass.

She got dressed while the coffee was brewing, being careful to avoid Sean in the shower: she was still clean, anyway, and she couldn’t risk being around him when he was naked and wet if she wanted to get to the set on time. Anne slid into a pair of jeans and a light black sweater, reverently hanging his Blades jersey back in the closet before she left the bedroom. She was going to need fresh clothes soon… maybe she could get Melinda and Lisa to bring her something to work, since she couldn’t bear the thought of returning to their house now that Jake had been there.

Anne was sipping coffee from a mug and gazing out the window once more when Sean joined her in the kitchen, wearing jeans and a green shirt. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.

“There’s no coffee on the back of my neck” she joked.

“Belt up” Sean replied, squeezing before he released her and poured himself a cupcoffcoffee. “Can’t a man show a bit of affection?”

“I like affection… but I know what it can lead to with you…”

“Oh, I know” he teased, grimacing as he drank the strong coffee that she had brewed. “You absolutely hate it when we make love in the morning…”

“I didn’t say that, Seannie…”

“Good… Let’s get back into bed, then”

Anne giggled, putting her cup down on the counter. “Honestly, Sean…”

“Oh, all right… just don’t get upset when I give you a major rogering tonight”

“Like that would ever happen” Anne replied, rolling her eyes. “Come on, we’d better go or we’ll be late”

Sean put his cup down next to hers, checking that she had turned the pot off and taking his keys out of his pocket. Following her out of the house, he mused, “Fucking Peter and his fucking movie… keeping me from having my woman… I’ll get him for this…”

“Sean, open the car and stop swearing about Peter”

“All right, all right… Let’s go”

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They were in luck this morning: Polly was watching over the weapons’ training for production, which meant that Anne would be at her side. Sean and the other actors had graduated to real weapons for this practice, which was a big change from the wooden replicas that they had started with. The actors had already done the preliminary run-throughs of their scenes: now the finishing touches were being made on costumes and weapons.

Anne was sitting beside Polly on a picnic table, her eyes following Sean and the others as they moved through their routine. Polly had requested that Anne critique how the weapons were working out for the actors: she thought it was a bit ridiculous to ask her opinion, but the idea had been generated by the head of weaponry, who figured that the more opinions he had, the better the final product would be.

Orlando was doing fantastic with his short sword, as was Elijah and Astin (as she now thought of Sean Astin, it was just easier). Viggo was wonderful with his broadsword, and Sean… he wasn’t as accurate or as smooth as Viggo, but his sexiness seemed to make up for it. Sean was sweating a bit as he went through the motions of swinging his sword around his head, doing his best to match the other’s moves.

“Hey, Bean, you’re really keeping up, old man!” Orlando joked.

“Shut it, Bloom” Sean replied, “or I’ll cripple your softie ass!”

“They’re such macho sluts” Polly whispered to Anne as she leaned close to her, laughing at her own joke.

“Macho sluts?” she inquired.

“They’ll take every chance they get to show off… If I didn’t know better, I would say that one of them likes you… or maybe all of them”

Anne looked at her blond, older boss, knowing that she was blushing now. “I, um…”

Polly raised her eyebrow. “Is there something that I need to know?”

Anne had just opened her mouth to speak when a loud yelp from one of the men caused her to close her mouth and turn her head back to them.

“Anne!” Orli cried, laughing as he jumped away from Sean, “Sean’s trying to kill me!”

She hadn’t thought that she could blush any harder, but she was wrong.

“Orlando?” Polly whispered into her ear. “He doesn’t seem your type, Anne”

“Stop showing off!” Orli yelled at Sean: the Northerner was scowling at him.

“No, not Orlando…Bean…” Polly surmised. “You’re dating Bean, aren’t you?”

Anne couldn’t help but silently nod her agreement: she prayed that Polly wasn’t going to explode and lecture her about dating the talent.

“You make a good couple”

Had Anne heard Polly correctly? She pivoted to face her boss, eyes wide.

“What? It’s true, Anne… He’s that rugged type that just fits with you…”

“I… It hasn’t interfered with my work… I swear…”

Polly covered Anne’s hand with her own and then patted it. “I know, dear, don’t worry: you’re old enough to know what you’re doing. I’m not about to tell you what to do or to interfere with you two”

Anne managed a smile for her boss and returned her gaze to the men: they had begun to volley with one another, doing gentle moves to get used to their weapons. Sean was working with Viggo, the two men exchanging blows one after another.

“You’re getting the hang of this, Bean” Viggo teased.

“You fucks need to knock it off before I get pissSeanSean answered.

“Relax”

“I’ll relax when you two get off of my fucking back”

Viggo smiled: the expression was replaced by a grimace as Sean delivered an especially hard hit. “All right, Bean, all right!”

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“Polly knows about us, Sean”

The three men snapped their heads up at Anne’s words, their sandwiches forgotten for the moment. Sharing lunch with Viggo and Orli was becoming a habit for Anne, as it already was one with Sean.

“And?” Viggo queried, curious to know the answer.

“She’s okay with it” Anne supplied, smiling at them.

“Well, that’s a relief” Orli chimed.

“Are you sure?” Sean asked, gazing at her. “I don’t want to jam you up”

Anne reached over and touched Sean’s arm, his concern sweet to her. “I’m sure… She thinks we make a good couple”

“Well, hot damn, Sean… You’ve got approval” Orli joked. “Now you and Anne can give everyone a demonstration: it would break up the monotony on the set”

Sean rolhis his eyes. “Just because we’re in the Cuntebago doesn’t mean that you need to be a cunt”

“Ouch” Orli cried, putting his hand on his chest and feigning hurt. “You can be right nasty, Bean”

“He can be sometimes, can’t he?” Anne teased, leaning over and placing a kiss on Sean’s cheek. “Although, in general, he’s not a bad man, really…”

Sean turned to his lover and raised his eyebrow. “I get the distinct feeling that you’re mocking me, love”

“Why, whatever do you mean?”

“I wouldn’t tease him, Anne” Viggo warned, “I think Orli here got him pretty pissed off this morning”

“He seems pretty calm to me” Anne mused, reaching out with her hand and brushing some of Sean’s hair from his forehead.

“Ignore them, Anne” Sean breathed. Turning to his friends, he stated, “You two bugger off”

Orli sighed in defeat and returned to his sandwich. “Okay, okay… don’t get your knickers in a bundle”

“Has everything been okay today, Anne?” Viggo inquired, changing the subject as he drank from his soda.

Anne knew what he was alluding to with his question: had she run into Jake. “So far, so good” she answered, returning her attention to her lunch.

“Melinda and Lisa were scared shitless last night” Orli added. “I imagine that he must be a rough bloke”

Sean snorted and took another bite of his sandwich. “He’s not rougher than me, Orli… especially of he gets any ideas about trying to hurt Anne”

“I have a feeling that he’s too much of a coward to try anything while she’s with you” Viggo stated. “At least, that would be my guess”

Orli shrugged his shoulders. “Who knows?”

“I wouldn’t put anything past him” Anne whispered.

A few minutes later, they had finished their lunches, and after a much needed cigarette for all of them, they returned to the set to continue their weapon work.

Anne faithfully took down notes regarding the men’s performance, and sat by while they completed their daily routine. By the time that she left the set with Sean that night, and nothing had happened, she was starting to ththatthat perhaps Viggo had been right: perhaps Jake was a coward and he would leave her alone.

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Anne sighed as she stepped through the front door of Sean’s house, thanking him for holding the portal open for her. “I’m so tired…”

“You’re tired?” Sean asked. “Love, I’m the one who was swinging a bloody sword around my head all day! My arms and my neck are killing me, not to mention that I need a shower. I feel like something a sick cat dragged in…”

Anne turned around and grinned at him as he closed the door and locked it. Sean looked a bit worn, but it didn’t detract from his appearance. “Oh, I don’t know… I think that you look rugged…”

“Get off” Sean replied lowly, leaning close and giving her a gentle kiss. “I’m heading for the shower… Want to join me?”

Anne giggled as she looked at him: he had adopted the look of a forlorn puppy in an attempt to get her to agree. “If I do that, we’ll never get around to dinner…”

“All right” Sean agreed. “You’ll be missing the shagging of a lifetime, though: just so you know, I might be too tired to remedy that later”

“Riiiight” Anne teased.

“Cheeky girl… Why don’t you order us something to eat then, kill two birds with one stone?”

Anne laced her arms around his neck. “What do you want?”

“Why don’t you pick something thoroughly American?”

She thought for a moment. “Pizza?”

“No anchovies” he answered, pointing at her. “I’ll be out in a few minutes: here’s my wallet, they’ll want a credit card number”

“I think you’ve gone insane, Bean” Anne teased, accepting his wallet when he fished it out of his jeans and he handed it to her. “You should know better than to give me free access to your funds…”

“Just a pizza” Sean demanded, continuing to point at her as he left the front room and headed to his master bathroom. “You order anything else and you’ll get to see me turn into that ‘angry bear’…”

“Aw” Anne joked, taking off her shoes. “I guess that means I can’t get myself a pony…”

“Fuck would you need that for?” he queried, pausing at the head of the hallway to give her a devious grin, “You already have something to ‘ride’…”

Anne snorted shooshook her head. “Lovely…Get in the shower, Bean…”

“Yes, ma’am” he stated, saluting at her. “Just remember, no anchovies or pineapple or any other fruity topping…”

As he disappeared into the bedroom, Anne went into the kitchen and searched for the phone book so that she could find a restaurant to order from: she didn’t find it, but she did find a list of local restaurants that had been provided to the actors by the food deliveryman. Perusing the contents of the list, she found a pizzeria that claimed to make “Chicago-Style” pizza...

“Yeah, right” she lamented to herself. “Chicago Style pizza in New Zealand… What is wrong with that…?”

Returning to the living room, Anne took a seat on the couch and leaned over to grab the phone. She dialed the pizzeria and placed an order for a large pizza with extra cheese, pepperoni and sausage. The man on the other end of the phone asked her for a credit card number, just as Sean had predicted he would. Opening Sean’s wallet, Anne immediately found one and read it off to the clerk… a photograph in Sean’s wallet caught her eye as she did so, and she was so captivated by the image that she barely heard the man tell her that the pizza should arrive in the next hour.

“Okay, thanks…” Hanging up the phone, Anne gazed down at the photograph: in it, Sean was sitting between two lovely little girls, both of whom were blond like him. They were absolutely adorable children, from his second marriage, if she was correct.

“That’s Lorna on the left and Molly on the right…”

Anne nearly jumped out of her skin: apparently, Sean had finished a quick shower and had gotten into the living room without alerting her to his presence. He was standing right behind her, wearing his robe, a towel around his shoulders for his wet hair.

“And you…” he continued, leaning down and kissing the back of her neck, “Are a horrid snoop…”

“I’m sorry” Anne replied, closing his wallet and handing it to him as she sat up straight. “I wasn’t trying to pry… I know how important they are to you”

Sean cocked his head in question. “I don’t mind, Anne…” He sat down beside her and opened his wallet once more, going to the picture behind the first: in this one, he held another little blond girl on his lap. “This is Evie”

Anne cuddled up against him and peered at the photo. “She’s beautiful, Sean… Really beautiful”

“Normally I hear from onc once a week, but both of my exes are on holiday right now, one for two weeks, another for a month” Sighing, Sean shut halleallet and tossed it onto the coffee table. “Shite, my neck hurts…”

Anne watched as he reached up and massaged the side of his neck. “Let me?” she inquired.

“Would you, love? You’re an angel…”

She climbed up on the couch cushions and stepped behind him, moving so that she was seated on the back of the couch, Sean’s body between her legs. Taking the towel from his shoulders, she lifted it upward and tousled his hair with it, doing her best to dry the dirty blond locks before she dropped the white cotton in his lap. “Let me see here” Anne breathed, sliding her hands into his robe: she used her fingers to work his taught muscles, hearing him release a deep sigh of contentment.

“Fu-huck, that’s good” Sean moaned, leaning into her touch. “Fucking sword work… I k I knew why they insist on making us do it for an entire day…”

She smiled, pushing her thumbs into the nape of his neck: she knew that Sean was trying to change the subject, and she knew that he really needed to talk about this. “Your girls…You miss them” Anne surmised.

Sean would have nodded, but she had control of his neck at the moment. “Yes, I do. They’re the lights of my life: proof that I didn’t completely fuck up in my relationships”

“I’m sorry that you haven’t heard from them: I wish that they could be closer to you… not that I think that I should meet them or anything…”

Sean grinned at her words: she was absolutely precious. “You really are afraid that I won’t like you talking about them, aren’t you?”

“I don’t want to step on your toes” Anne confessed, sliding her palms over his shoulders. “I know that you miss them a lot”

He nodded, grabbing the television remote and turning it on as she continued to work on him.

Anne was starting to think that she had upset him, he was being awfully quiet, only grunting with pleasure as she occasionally hit a sore spot.

Sean was contemplating, trying to think of a way to ask her what he wanted to without stunning her with his question. It took him a few minutes, but he finally decided to broach the subject. “So, um… Anne… Have you ever thought about having kids? I mean, do you want to have kids?”

She continued to massage him, looking over his shoulder when she saw that his hands were moving.

Sean was nervously picking at the hem of his robe, his eyes cast down to the floor as he waited for her response.

“What do you mean?” she queried, hands moving to his collarbone and caressing.

“I mean, would you… If the time was right, I mean, if you were ready to do it… Would you want to have children?”

“Your children?”

Sean nodded, his mouth dry: the idea had been brewing in his mind for a while now, he just hadn’t found a way to talk to her about it. He didn’t want to scare her or make her feel like it was a demand. Anne was still quite young, after all. “I mean, I know that it’s awfully early for us to be discussing this, it’s just something… Well, to be honest with you, it’s something I’ve been thinking about…”

Anne reached out and grasped his chin, turning his head and getting him to look at her. “Sean, I would love to have children with you… Not right now, of course, we have a movie to finish… but…” Her heart leapt when she saw Sean’s broad grin in response to her words. “Oh, great… I’ve managed to stroke your ego again…”

“I like it when you stroke my ego” Sean quipped. “And you like what it leads to…”

“Sean, we should eat first… The food will be here in about forty minutes…”

“I see” Sean replied, turning back so that he faced the television once more. “Well, that wouldn’t be enough time, anyway… not with what I’m planning to do to you…”

“Why don’t you just admit that you need to have your back rubbed a bit more?” Anne teased.

“Well, I do… but all this talk about babies makes me want to practice making them”

Anne rolled her eyes: really, he was incorrigible… but the again, that was what she liked about him. “So, what are we watching?” she asked, shifting the conversation before they got carried away. Her hands continued to relax his aches and pains.

“Let’s see” he responded, flipping through the channels. “News… Footie… Some movie… Some really bad soft-core porn… Any suggestions?”

“The movie: that’s ‘Big Trouble in Little China’…”

“What?”

“You’ll like itw tuw turn it back” Anne said these words by his ear, licking the flesh, knowing that her proximity would make him heed her request.

Sean closed his eyes with bliss, moaning. “When you ask me like that, how could I resist?”

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“More than a Woman” ~ Aaliyah

Passion, instant
Sweat beads, feel me
Cupid's shot me
My heartbeat’s racing
Tempt me, try me
Feel so excited
Thought of me
Is yours entirely

I'll be...
More than a lover
More than a woman
More than you'll ever

I'll be...
More than a lover
More than a woman
More than a lover for you

I'll be
I'll be, more than a lover
More than a woman

I'll be more
I'll be, more than a lover
More than a woman
More than enough for you

Midnight grinding
Heart rate’s climbing
You go, I'll go
'Cos we share a pillow
Taste me, feed me
There's still no separating
Morning, massages
Newborns in your
Closet

I don't think you’re ready
I don't think you’re ready for this thing
For this thing..
I don't think you’re ready for this thing
You're not ready for this thing
I don't think you’re ready fois tis thing
This thing, this thing
I don't think you’re ready for this thing

Constant pleasures
No scale can measure
Secret treasures, keeps on getting better
Do ya wanna fall with me
We can go to foreign lands
Your hand, in my hand
Do ya wanna fall with We cWe can be like Bonnie and Clyde
Me by your side

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Dinner had been a delicious, gooey mess: the pizzeria had made good on its promise of deep-dish, Chicago style pizza.

“I’ll be damned” Anne swore, eating the last bit of her slice, “they did this right… I’m stuffed”

“Stuffed, hm? No room for ‘dessert’?” Sean teased, wiggling his eyebrows at her as he sipped from his beer.

“Honestly, Sean” she replied as she chewed and swallowed, “It’s all about your ‘little friend’, isn’t it?”

Sean raised his eyebrow and gave her a mischievous smile. “Oh, I forgot” he stated sarcastically, “You don’t get any pleasure out of it when we make love, do you?”

“I didn’t say that” Anne defended, looking at him remorsefully: she had a real feeling that if she teased him too much, Sean would make her pay for it. “I would never say that”

He leaned forward and stroked her face, closing the gap between them. “You should really cut the cock jokes, then, sweetie”

“I can’t help it” Anne whispered defensively, turning her head and kissing his palm. “I’m just playful”

Sean watched as she lowered her head and caressed his thumb with her lips: she drew it into her mouth and sucked the digit as he looked on, her left hand sneaking into his robe and grasping the erection that she knew lay beneath. She began to stroke him in tandem with the movements of her tongue, gazing back at him unabashedly.

“You can be such a fucking tease” Sean groaned, shifting his hips in response to her touch. He pressed his forehead to hers and closed his eyes. “It just makes me hotter…”

Anne sucked hard on his thumb to emphasize her desire and then let it go, pulling back and nuzzling his face with her own. “I know, baby”

Sean couldn’t resist, she was so close to him, so warm and inviting: he slid his mouth over hers and thoroughly kissed her. God, but he loved the way that she responded to his embrace. He could taste her hunger and need as she licked at his teeth and met every move of his tongue.

He broke the embrace, his mouth centimeters from hers as he whispered, “I want you, Anne”

“I want you, too… I want to have you in my mouth”

Smiling, Sean caressed her cheek and then moved back. “You can have me, love…”

Accepting his permission with a gleeful mew, Anne shifted so that she was kneeling before him on the carpet, and, using her hands, she pulled his robe completely open. His impressive erection was waiting for her underneath the blue terry cloth, like a combination of velvet and steel that made her mouth water upon sight.

“That’s funny” Sean breathed, teasing her by reaching down and lazily stroking himself with his right hand while she watched. “A few seconds ago, you said that you were full… and yet you look so hungry right now…”

She leaned forward and tried to the the head of his cock, but Sean held her back with his left hand.

“Not so fast, Anne… You owe me an apology…”

Anne gazed up at him: she could see that he was teasing her, playing a game. Payback time had come and she was more than ready to meet his challenge. “Do I?”

Sean cocked his head and stared back at her, his visage nonchalant. “Yes, you do… That wasn’t very nice, what you said… I certainly can’t give you your ‘treat’ without some sort of apology”

Harrumphing, Anne leaned forward again…she knew, before she attempted to lick him once more, that he would stop her: it was all part of the game.

“That just won’t do, love” Sean jerked himself slowly, relishing the look of desperation that was appearing in her eyes. “Then again, maybe you don’t want me in your mouth… maybe you would just prefer that I crack one off in front of you”

“Sean” Anne whined, resting her hands on his thighs and digging her fingertips into his flesh. “Please, Sean…”

“Hm… That’s better, but not enough yet…”

“What do you want me to say?” she inquired, literally wriggling with her desire. Anne couldn’t take her eyes from his cock: she was starving for him.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll think of something, darling…” Sean answered, smirking. “Although I suggest you make it quick, I don’t know how much longer I can hold on”

Anne bit her lip: she was frustrated with him, but she was also dying to taste him. One look at his erection told her that he was right, he wo’t l’t last much longer… “Sean, I… I was just kidding, you know that I love sucking you…”

“Keep going” he demd, gd, gazing at her through heavy lids. God, but this made him hot…

“I love everything about your cock, I love your taste… Dammit, Sean, you’re killing me…”

“Temper” Sean warned. “I’m fucking close now, baby…”

She knew what he needed to hear, and frankly, she was aroused the second that the thought entered her mind. Anne was quite aware that she would have to act fast once she had spoken, but she pushed forward anyway. “Sean… oh god, Sean… I want you to keep jerking yourself, I want you to get off, but please, come in my mouth, please…”

As she had predicted, Sean growled lowly and lurched forward. Mouth open and waiting, Anne caught the first jet on her tongue, forming a seal with her lips around the head of his cock and moaning as he let go for her.

Sean was so turned on, so on edge that he pushed his hips forward, grabbing her head in his hands and sheathing his length in her mouth. He barely heard her moan of pleasure as her lips tightened around him and took him through his orgasm, literally sucking him dry.

He was grunting like an animal, his fingers tangled in her hair…

“Fucking fuck” he yelped, gasping as his bliss began to ease. Anne was still on him, lovingly continuing her pressure until he moved back, feeling sensitive. “Bloody hell, love, it’s like you know every fantasy that I have”

“Mm” Anne replied, climbing up next to him on the couch and licking her lips. “I think we have more in common than we know”

“Liked that, did you?” Sean queried, giving her an exhausted but devious grin.

“Definitely… I like it when you get forceful”

Sean pulled her into his lad kid kissed her forehead. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No”

“Should we take this to the bedroom?”

Anne giggled against his chest. “I suppose so… after all, we’re both tired and we need sleep…”

“Tired? Whatever gave you that idea?” Sean stood up from the couch and took her hand, shutting off the television and lights before they headed into the bedroom.

At the foot of his bed, Anne smiled as Sean undressed her, shedding his robe before he picked her up and settled her on his mattress. He was still hard for her, the sensitivity of his previous orgasm now gone.

“Sean” Anne whispered, sighing as his warm body pressed to hers. “Mm, Sean…”

He kissed his way down to her breasts, suckling each in turn and then continuing downward. Spreading her legs, Sean licked her inner thighs: she was already quite wet for him, something that he never grew tired of discovering.

Anne’s eyes shut tightly as Sean tasted her, his tongue caressing her nub in ways that had her lightheaded.

“Oh, god, Sean… Oh, yes…”

“You’re so fucking sweet… Shite, baby, I love the way you taste…”

She didn’t hear all of his declaration because her body froze tightly in orgasm, waves of pleasure washing over her hard and fast.

Seconds later, he was inside of her, kissing her deeply as he thrusted. Sean was amazed with the way that she drew the animal in him out, breaking him down until he was acting on instinctual need alone and nothing more.

“Anne… oh, baby, I love you… You’re so good to me…”

“Sean… You feel so good…”

His cock entered and exited her in smooth strokes, the force of his thrusts growing in conjunction with his desire.

“You’re going to make me come again” Sean warned, licking her throat. “My sweet, tight baby girl… Come with me…”

Anne tried to nod, but she didn’t have the strength. They were both pitching and groaning…

The intensity of their peaks brought both of them to tears: in the aftermath, they lay satisfied and exhausted in one another’s embrace.

“More sword work tomorrow?” Anne queried, yawning.

“I fucking hope not” Sean answered, stretching his body against hers. “I don’t like being this tired…”

“Somehow, I don’t think that our nightly activities make it any easier for us to be rested”

He chuckled, running his hands over her back. “I honestly don’t care, Anne. We’re too good together for me to say no…”

“Oh, I agree with that… What we feel together is pretty… intense. Like in a cosmic way”

“Cosmic? Meaning we were destined for each other, like some reincarnated Antony and Cleopatra?”

“I know, it sounds kookie…”

Sean sighed and kissed her cheek. “No, not really… What about witchcraft, though? Or voodoo… hell, maybe it’s a holy connection…”

“That’s enough making fun of me for one night, Mr. Bean: get some sleep and you can continue your little rant in the morning”

“All right… good night, sweetheart”

“Good night”

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite”

Anne wrinkled her nose. “I’m not even going to ask…”

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He would go to Bean’s house tomorrow night and see just what Anne and he were up to. Jake couldn’t even figure out what Anne could possibly see in an older man like him… maybe it was the money that she wanted, maybe she thought that Bean could bring her fame…

It didn’t really matter. He would put a stop to it soon enough and either get Anne back, or fix it so that no one else would ever want her again.

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TBC