The Little One

A/N:

First and foremost, thank you to everyone who has given me a kind review. I appreciate your interest in my story. I also appreciate those of you who have set me straight on some of the details that I have missed for one reason or another. I honestly and truly appreciate your continued interest.
However, I do have something to say to those individuals who might not like my story for various reasons.

1. If you don’t like het stories, or feel that they are all “Mary Sues”, then don’t read this fic, it’s not for you.
2. If you cannot criticize me in a constructive manner, then forget leaving a review. Try to think about how you would feel in my place. Try to be courteous and adult about your comments.
3. I will not tolerate those who slam my work because of their own inadequacies in the writing department. My work is not perfect, I’ve never claimed that it was: but jealousy just makes you look like a moron.
4. Don’t comment on my fic unless you’ve actually taken the time to read it and look at the character development behind it. Once again, you make yourself look like an ass when you do that.
5. What the FUCK does “Spork” mean other than the utensil? I’ve written too much sex? I’m so lost…

I don’t have time to deal with childish individuals who are slamming me because their own work sucks.

BOTTOM LINE, IF YOU DON’T LIKE MY WORK, DON’T FUCKINAD IAD IT.

I apologize to those of you who have had to read through my tantrum and have been nothing but kind to me. I hope that you can understand that, as a writer of what most call “Mary Sue” fics, I’m simply tired of dealing with this shite. I really enjoy writing “Little One”, and I think that there are at least a few of you out there who enjoy reading it. J

So, with that said, let’s get back to enjoying the fic. Sorry that this chapter is a bit short, but it’s my final semester in college and the last few weeks have been hectic. I promise more soon!

sugarkisses

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9.


The next morning went by quickly, with the men practicing basic sword strikes on one another: they were slated to work on their own personal moves that afternoon with the production group known as “the weapons team”.

In the trailer with Melinda and Lisa that morning, Anne had gotten her friends to agree to bring her some more of her clothes to the set, and had agreed, albeit reluctantly, to show up to one of the local pubs the next night. It was Lisa’s birthday, and the girls had talked about going out long before Anne had started dating Sean. Sean was invited, of course, but Anne wasn’t sure that he would want to go…

Lunchtime came quickly and found Anne and Sean eating by themselves in the infamous Cuntebago: Viggo and Orli had decided to give them some private time. After they haten,ten, Anne got Sean to sit down on the carpet before her so that she could massage his shoulders and neck.

“You’re so tense” Anne mused, leaning down and kissing the top of his head.

“Of course I am… You try swinging a thirty pound sword around your head: and in case you didn’t notice earlier, Orli and Viggo were complaining about being sore, too. At least I have you to work out my kinks…”

Anne snorted. “I could never work out all of your ‘kinks’, Sean. Like, for example, that ‘kink’ you have about fucking me when I wear your jersey…”

“That’s not a kink, Anne, that’s a turn on…” Sean argued. “There’s a difference. A kink would be something like me wanting you to whip me and call me your bitch”

“Don’t tempt me” Anne replied, giggling.

“You wouldn’t have the guts” Sean teased, knocking her knees with the back of his head.

“You’re right, I wouldn’t… I could never mistreat you, even if you begged me to”

“Don’t worry, love, I won’t be begging for any shite like that… You keep me more than satisfied in the bedroom” Sean sighed as she found a particularly tight muscle in his neck and worked it out with her fingers. “Darling, you give new and wonderful meaning to the phrase ‘hand-job’, you know that?”

Anne snickered, pressing kisses to the back of his neck and leaning down, running her hands over his chest, caressing the skin under his shirt. “Must you be so vulgar?”

“You fucking love it and you know it” he answered, turning so that he could return her kiss. Sean covered her arms with his own and smiled contentedly. “Just like you know you’ll be begging me for more later on tonight”

“How very cocky of you” Anne mused, resting her cheek against his.

“Well, yes, my cock has something to do with it…”

“Sean, stop it!” she giggled, blushing.

Releasing her arms, Sean turned around to face her, pushing himself up onto his knees and cupping her face in his hands. He brushed his lips over hers and whispered, “Anne, Anne, Anne… I love it when you blush. You’re such an innocent thing sometimes, and yet you drain me dry in bed”

She closed her eyes as he kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth so sweetly that she could do nothing but moan.

“You make me so fucking randy” Sean admitted, pulling back and flicking his tongue over her lips. “I want to put my tongue in you”

Anne nodded fishlishly, giving him permission. Thank god that they had locked the door to the Cuntebago when they came in, because Sean was already removing her shoes and socks, followed by her jeans and panties. He left them in a pile by his right side and kissed her once more…

She didn’t have a chance to tell him how desirable he made her feel: Sean dove between her legs and began to feed on her like a starved man. Anne’s head went back onto the couch and her eyes closed. Her ears picked up on the sounds of Sean lapping at her and the moans of contentment that he was making in the back of his throat.

“Sean… oh, god…” Anne mewed, digging her fingers into his hair.

“Mmm” he responded, grasping her legs behind the knee and hoisting them over his shoulders, opening her completely.

She was completely exposed to him and loving every second of it. Sean was so fucking good at this, so fucking good…

He ran his tongue over her again and again, fastening his lips around her nub and sucking whenever the fancy took him.

“Sean, I…” Anne was nearly delirious, but she had to speak… “Sean, I want to come with you, please…”

“Mmm” he responded, not wanting to stop what he was doing. He loved pleasuring her in this way, loved the noises that she made for him when he did.

“Please…”

Sean released her reluctantly, obeying her request: he leaned forward and kissed her, undoing the belt on his jeans. Anne scooted forward when he urged her to do so, positioning herself on the edge of the couch.

The piece of furniture was at the perfect height so that Sean was able to lean forward and fill her in one swift move, hearing her sharp cry of bliss when he entered her.

“Ohhh, yessss” Anne cried, capturing his left ear with her lips. She nibbled and licked, wrapping her arms around Sean’s neck. “You feel so good inside of me…”

“My sweet girl” Sean cooed, closing his eyes. “How do you do this to me? You make me an absolute mess when you touch me…”

She had been close to begin with: his declaration sent her over the edge and she came with a throaty whine, clutching at him.

“Oh, fuck, love…” Sean groaned. “You’re going to squeeze it right out of me, aren’t you?”

Orgasm wracked him the moment that the words had left his lips: Sean growled lowly…

The Cuntebago had never been so comfortable: that was the first thought that he had when he was able to think again. Anne was stroking his back and placing kisses on his cheek and throat.

Pulling back, he held her face in his hands and smiled. “Think that we made this old thing rock?” he queried.

Anne burst into giggles, nodding. “I’m pretty sure that the earth moved on that one”

“Compliments, compliments” he teased, kissing her forehead. “I hate to be a killjoy, sweetheart, but my knees are killing me…”

She laughed once more, kissing him deeply: her laughter became riotous as he tried to stay within her, yet move them, and they fell backwards, with Anne ending up on top of him.

“I’ll get you for that” Sean promised, lying on the floor and chuckling along with her.

“That’s what I’m counting on, Sean…” Anne agreed, leaning up and kissing him.

“Good”

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Jake was fuming as he ate his lunch: he could see Melinda and Lisa sitting at a table about twenty feet from him, aney wey weren’t alone. Mortensen and Bloom were with them. They looked like a fucking double date, and it only confirmed to him that Anne was off with that fucker Bean.

He stared hard at the foursome that was oblivious of his atton. on.

He never should have let Anne walk out of that hotel alive, he should have bashed heull ull in. He should have raped her worthless little body and made it look like she died in a mudslide…

Well, he thought, smiling to himself, there’s always time…

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Anne had to admit, the three of them were really a joy to watch. Sean and Viggo were busy sparring once more, and every now and again, Orli would join in. Whenever there was talk of “old men”, Sean would retort that Orli’s problem was that he hadn’t developed yet…

Polly was snorting as she watched the interplay, occasionally remarking when one of the men would say something extremely juvenile… but Anne was thankful for their playful attitude. There were times, like this, when working on the set could be hellish if it weren’t for the comedy that the actors instilled in the group.

Sean had started his sparring with Billy and Dom, working for their sword scene (in which Boromir would be teaching Merry and Pippin to fight) when Vigat dat down next to Anne to take a break. Polly had left only minutes before, walking off to find herself a bottle of water.

“Hello again, Miss Anne” Viggo chirped, lighting a cigarette. “How was your lunch?”

Anne raised her left eyebrow at him. “Vig, I think you know damn well how it was…”

Viggo smiled broadly. “That good, huh? Maybe I should ask him what his secret is” Viggo paused, exhaling smoke. “Orli and I were thinking about asking your girlfriends out… Would you mind?”

She was completely confused: Viggo certainly didn’t need her permission. “I’m not sure why you’re asking me…”

“I don’t like to step on toes” Viggo explained. “I just don’t want to offend you: Sean is a good mate of mine, and I know that he loves you. What I mean is, if I offend you, I offend Sean, and I don’t want to cause any problems for you two”

Anne smiled: Viggo could be so fucking sweet. “You won’t cause any problems… You know, Vig, you’re awfully considerate for a ‘Dutch shit’…”

Viggo chuckled and put his arm around her shoulder, giving her a quick hug. “Thanks, Anne”

They both heard Sean’s possessive growl from where he was sparring with the two hobbits: he had seen the embrace. Anne could only lower her eyes to the tabletop and giggle.

“Relax!” Viggo cried, rolling his eyes. “Christ, Sean…”

“Come over here and make me relax!” Sean retorted.

“Guess my break is over” Viggo mused, handing Anne his cigarette. “Finish it for me, will you? Your man is going to knock all my teeth out if I don’t get away from you…”

Anne watched as Viggo returned to the mix. Sword strikes filled the air, and Anne found herself wondering why she was so lucky to have an incredibly wonderful man and friends. It seemed like an impossible amount of luck to her…

She would find out soon that she waght.ght.
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TBC