0 comments/ 7749 views/ 0 favorites Miller's Crossing Ch. 01 By: goddess_cerridwen This is a Fantasy about Wentworth Miller. None of this is true. It's all just straight out of my vivid imagination. This doesn't get too erotic for awhile. Bear with me, through it though and you won't be disappointed. * He stands with the others watching the car as it takes off incredibly fast. Hitting the brakes the car seems to spin out of control. The driver recovers and hits the gas yet again, to show off for the waiting crowd. Thinking out loud he says, "Damn! He's good." A man to his right looks over to him and asks, "What was that?" "I said he's good." He reiterates. "Oh," the guy grins, "one of the best." The driver gets summoned back in by radio, and someone steps out onto the tarmac. Instead of slowing down to come closer to the crowd, the car seems to keep up the speed with which it was doing its tricks. The man on the tarmac talks into the radio and motions for the driver to park it along side him. The tires scream as everyone in the crowd seems to draw and hold a breath. The driver comes to a screeching halt not a foot from the man with the radio that had stepped out to indicate where the car should stop. Applause breaks out as two men step up to help the driver out of the open window of the car. The crowd that was milling around started to break up and go their separate ways. The driver took off the helmet and a heap of brunette curls went flying as the driver shook out her hair. Shocked that the stuntman was really a stuntwoman, he let his jaw drop. She slid out of the driving suit revealing a very fit, somewhat tall figure. "Someone's got to do something about the heat in that thing." She was conversing with the man that radioed her in. "Spielberg's people had a new thermal suit that didn't make me sweat nearly as much," she told him. "Well, this isn't a Spielberg film honey," he says with a grunt. He grabs the suit and helmet from her and hands it off to a gofer. She responds, "Well, I suppose I could make a call and see if I can work something out with them." At this point, the Assistant Director James Hallowell walks up to her and tells her what a good job she just did. Without pausing he turns to introduce her to the leading man of the film. "This is Wentworth Miller. He's the one we'll be doing the skyjump scenes with." She reaches out her hand to shake his. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Miller." "I think you had better call me Wentworth. From the schematics I've seen of this stunt, you and I are going to get very close and personal." His shy smile falters a second as he gets his first look into her unusual eyes. "My name's Heidi," she says sliding an accusatory look over to James. He shrugs and suggests they get back to the set to see if it's ready for the next stunt. "Are you going to let go?" Heidi asks quietly. Realizing he's still holding her hand and looking into her eyes, he sheepishly lets go of her hand. Before he can apologize she turns to start a conversation with someone else. He's left feeling odd about the encounter. The only coherent thought in his head is "Wow." Meanwhile, she is trying to cover up her reaction to him by avoiding him. "Dayuuummm," was her initial thought. Strong hands, beautiful green eyes, and a voice to make any girl melt. It was making her feel a bit gooey inside. A feeling she hadn't felt in a long time. Staying out of his way would be a really good idea, she thought to herself, at least, as much as it will be possible. Feelings like this led to entanglements that had no place in this business. This attitude had led to getting the respect she had for being very business-like and professional, which, in turn, got her better paying jobs. In this business you had to have the respect of the people you worked with or you didn't work for very long. Hollyweird at it's finest, she thought. Moving their way onto the set, lots of people were milling around when the leading actress decided to make an appearance. Driving her little sports car directly onto the set, she parks it not far from where the director is sitting in front of his monitors. With a flourish of her auburn locks she gets out of her car and saunters over to the director's seat. "I thought that you didn't want to do this scene, Amber," the director states. "My agent doesn't think I can do it, Gene. I'm here to prove him wrong." Amber responds in her well-known high-pitched voice. "It's going to take some time getting the rigging set up for you. We had it fit for your stunt double." Seeing the determined look on her face he gives in. He calls for a gofer to take Amber to the rigging area where the men there re-fit it for her. Heidi, Wentworth and a couple of other stunt men and crew quietly discuss this turn of events. Jeremy, Heidi's assistant, elbows his way through the small crowd. "Get a hold of Spielberg's people and see who he used for costume design on that last pic of his. See if you can get me the number." Heidi asks him. "Of course," he replies. Heidi misses the note of sarcasm in his voice. It isn't lost on all the surrounding people. Wentworth surreptitiously eyes Jeremy. He seems rather out of place among the crew. His punk rocker hair-do that seemed like an awful lot of work, dark eyeliner and black clothing made him stick out. Everyone around him looked like regular working men. None of them put much thought into their appearance because they were the behind-the-scenes crew. Jeremy just seemed out of place. Heidi turned to a crew member, "I thought she was afraid of heights," speaking about Amber. Wentworth interjects, "I think she's trying to prove something." He flicks a raised eyebrow to her. "Yeah," she says softly, "but who is she trying to prove it to? Everyone knows she's never done this sort of thing before. She faints at the slightest provocation." Some of the crew around her nodded their agreement. The director interrupts by telling Wentworth to go to wardrobe, seeing that Amber was set up and on her way there as well.. It didn't take long to get her fitted because Heidi was chosen for her similarity in body frame to the actress. The scene is supposed to be the two actors hanging onto each other as they plummet out of a plane with one parachute. Wentworth wears the chute and holds tightly onto the actress. For safety sake, the close-ups are shot with the actress in a harness with really thin but strong straps. These would be erased in post-production. Initially, Amber was going to do the close-ups because they were only a few feet in the air. But today's schedule was for the long camera shots where the actors would be really high up. Each actor was rigged up to individual ropes in case there was a problem with grasping onto each other. As they were being raised up into the air, Amber's face was getting whiter and she was visibly shaking. The crew stopped them halfway up so the director could ask her whether she wanted to continue. She said she did, so reluctantly he raised them up the entire 250 feet off the ground. When she got to the top, Amber started screaming that she wanted down. They had to bring both actors down simultaneously. By the time they reached the ground, Amber was squeezing her eyes shut and holding on for dear life. A few hidden smirks were seen throughout the crew, but for the most part everyone kept their reactions to themselves. Heidi walked up to help Amber out of the rigging. When Amber finally opened her eyes she caught Heidi and said, "I don't know how you do it, but today I'm grateful that it'll be you up there and not me. I tried, but perhaps my agent is right." Amber was clearly embarrassed about the whole incident. "There are lots of people that are afraid of heights, Amber. Don't be upset about this. This is why they pay me to do it." Heidi said, trying to be supportive. It was difficult when all she was thinking was how Amber was being a fool. Getting Amber back to her car so someone could chauffeur her off set, and getting Heidi re-fitted in the rigging took awhile. Wentworth was showing an abundant amount of patience, Heidi thought. After getting into costume, they were raised to the top of the rigging where the cameras finally started rolling. The first few takes were made, when back up at the top of the stunt, Heidi felt something rip. As they both watched one of the cords quickly snake its way past them, they looked into each others eyes and yelled for the crew. Before anyone could react, her entire rigging started to unravel. As she slid down, Heidi grabbed hold of Wentworth and slid down his body ending up with one arm around his waistline. He grabbed at her, only catching her left arm. Thinking quickly, Wentworth said, "See if you can step up on my foot!" Heidi does so and yells, "Put out your left hand!" He does so, grabbing hold of her other arm as she swings it up to reach his. She grabs his rigging and works herself up to where he can grab her around the waist and she can clasp her hands behind his neck. Looking at each other they both try to catch their breath. "Thank you," she says gasping for air. "You saved my life." He says, "Just hold onto me. Don't let go." "You don't actually think I'm going to let you go anytime soon do you?" She asks recovering her breath. He shakes his head, "No, nor am I." Finally the crew lowers them down at an excruciatingly slow pace. Afraid that if they go too fast one or the both of them may lose their grip. To incite a bit of calm Wentworth asks a question that's been burning in his mind. "What color are your eyes exactly?" With a weak smile at his attempt, Heidi answers, "One is half brown and half blue the other is blue. The blue parts change from blue to green to gray or hazel, depending on my mood or what I'm wearing." "So what's your mood when they're bright blue?" he asks. "Upset or angry, usually," she answered. "I guess that makes sense at the moment. Are you angry?" She gives him a steely look and replies, "I have a bad feeling that someone sabotaged that line. I'll have to look at it once we get on the ground." "It's the same line they used on Amber," he adds, trying to be helpful. "I know," she answers with a look of determination on her face. They are still no more than half way down, and Heidi relaxes a bit from Wentworth's attempt at bringing calm to them both. Since it's a long way down there would be no harm in trying to cooperate. "What do your friends call you, Worth?" "No, actually, they call me Went usually." "Really? I would think that Worth would be the more aesthetically pleasing of the two adverbs that make up your name." At this Wentworth raised his eyebrows. "I, uh, was an English teacher for awhile." She said awkwardly, then smiled. "I, personally prefer Worth. I think that's what I'll call you. That is, if it's alright with you," she added with a sly grin. "I suppose it would be alright," he said grinning back. For a long second, she couldn't take her eyes from his. Eventually, looking down she saw how much they had progressed. She didn't see his look of apprehension at what they just shared. "Almost there," she reassured him. "That's too bad," he mumbled. When she looked at him quizzically, he shook his head. The ropes jolted as they reached the ground, making him grab her tighter. Her head came up and her eyes locked onto his. Another stirring of emotion passed between them. Neither would acknowledge it, but neither could deny it to themselves either. They swiftly recovered as people swarmed about getting them both unharnessed. Heidi looked around once undone, and picked up the end of the rope. It had clearly been severed most of the way through. She looked up at Wentworth, and at his questioning glance, showed him the cut through rope. He looked around to see if anyone noticed Heidi picking up the rope and looked back at her when he saw no one had. With a short, curt shake of his head, he indicated that she should put the rope down and not pursue it. She didn't understand why he was signifying that she should drop it, but she put the rope down in acquiescence. Silently moving away from it as people gathered around to see if she was okay after what happened with the harness. The director's assistant started maneuvering people away from the harnesses. The director and a prop man bent down to study the ropes and harness more closely. Without saying a word, they both moved off unobtrusively, taking the harness with them. This movement didn't escape Wentworth's or Heidi's attention. Catching each other again in a glance that spoke volumes, he mouthed the words, "my trailer." She gave him a puzzled look then nodded. She moved away noticing that he was staying where he was still answering questions and receiving pats on the shoulder for behaving so heroically. Heidi looked around to see if anyone were watching or following her. Seeing no one she cautiously entered his trailer. It wasn't impeccably clean. It had more of a 'lived-in' look about it. It wasn't very large but she used what space he did have to pace like a newly captured lioness in a cage. She never did like doing things that someone asked her to. Blindly acquiescing to Wentworth's signal felt odd, but somehow like the right thing to do. She fumed while she paced. She thought about the severed line and about agreeing to not say anything about the line. Finally, the door opened and Wentworth climbed up into the trailer, closing the door behind him. "I ought to hit you!" Heidi said in a raised voice. "What makes you think that not saying anything about the line is a good idea?" Her voice was hitting a pitch she rarely heard in herself. "Calm down," he tried to reassure her. "Sit down and let me explain." "Please," he continued when she didn't make a move to sit. She was so angry she was shaking, and he softly touched her shoulder to guage her reaction. When she didn't respond he led her to a seat. She automatically sat down and he took a seat beside her. He brushed a stray hair off of her face, revealing an anxious look. Sighing, he shifted away from her. "We don't know if that sabotage was meant for you or for Amber," he started. Before you get upset about the line being cut we need to see if we can figure out if it was meant for you. Let me talk to Gene and see what he thinks. I don't know if they'll include the police on this yet. You know that will mean a delay in the movie. Meanwhile, just try and stay unobtrusive, and I'll keep you informed on what I find out." "So I'm supposed to let you just take this thing over when it hardly even involved you?" She still sounded slightly hysterical. "Hardly involved? The fact that feeling your slip scared the shit out of me, and I held onto you because I wouldn't be able to live with myself had anything happened to you. Does that make me 'hardly involved'?!" His voice was low but very intense and started to show anxiety as well. He turned to her again and reached a hand around her shoulders to pull her closer. Putting his forehead to hers, he continued, "It may not have happened to me, but I'm in this as deep as you are." He caressed her hair back and they sat for a few minutes in silence. She sat up and said, "So I'm supposed to sit quietly while you figure this out?" "If you start asking questions people are just going to clam up. They'll think you are blaming them. Even if they aren't guilty no one is going to answer your questions. Don't you agree?" "Unfortunately, you are probably right," she shook her head even as she agreed. "One thing I can't stand is feeling helpless," she continued through clenched teeth. "I know you're frustrated sweetheart," he said reassuringly. "We'll figure this out together. I don't plan on leaving you out. I wouldn't do that to you." "Good," she paused. "Because I won't let you," she looked up at him with a small smile. "I will be hounding you every minute of every day looking for clues as to whether it was my life in danger or if I took a fall that Amber was supposed to. Either way, I won't stop until I find out the why and who of this all." "That suits me fine. As long as we keep things low-key, we should be fine. It will all change if they decide to include the police, but we'll have to see what they do about that." Just then Heidi's pager went off. The screen showed the code for her to get back on the set. As they stood, someone knocked on the trailer door and yelled that Wentworth was needed on set, as well. Everyone was yet again milling around the harnesses, but this time in anticipation not anxiety. Gene, the director, was waiting around until everyone was back. "It seems that one of the cords for the harness wasn't in the best of shape. From here on out we will take even extra precaution to check and double check those harnesses." Gene walks over to Heidi to pat her on the shoulder in apology. "Since this was just an accident," he continues, "and no one actually got hurt, we're not going to involve the police." Heidi just kept her eyes down, but she was furious. All she really wanted to do was take Gene's hand and shove it off her shoulder. At that moment, she felt another warm hand touch her opposite elbow. Looking back, over her shoulder she saw Wentworth give her a reassuring look. She didn't feel reassured, but gave him a small smile back anyway. The rest of the day was mostly spent finding and trying out new rigging. At one point, late in the evening, Jeremy, Heidi's assistant, showed up on set and seemed surprised at seeing Heidi. "You look......well." he said. She thought that was a rather strange thing to say, but only gave him a look. One of the men informed Jeremy of what happened that day with the rigging. Jeremy seemed overly concerned once he learned that Heidi's life may have been in danger. Trying to stroke her and soothe her until she pushed him away. "Quit being so melodramatic, Jay." She said as she walked away. Wentworth watched the entire exchange and quietly followed Heidi. "How about a late dinner?" he asked once he caught up to her. She turned to him, stepped in, and whispered, "Have you figured anything out?" His reply was simply, "I guess you'll have to have dinner with me to find that out." That wasn't what she wanted to hear. "Don't play games with me Miller," she threatened, "Don't be coy with me and do NOT play games with me." "Relax Heidi," he answered, not intimidated, "we have to be smart about this and think it through. That takes planning. Have dinner with me and I'm sure we can put our heads together to think of something." Miller's Crossing Ch. 02 If you have not already, please read Miller's Crossing Part I. You may not understand some parts of this story if you do not. ... They picked an out of the way Chinese restaurant that was open late because of it's bar. Seating themselves at a big corner booth, because she brought paper and he brought his laptop. It ended up looking like Command Central for some coup, with papers strung amongst the plates of food. "Okay, who do you have as the most likely suspects if the target was Amber?" Wentworth asked as he looked over what she had written on one of the papers. "I've got her agent, and her recent ex. I don't know her well enough or follow the gossip on her to really know anything." Wentworth sat back and contemplated that. "We may have to ask some questions about her or find someone that does keep up with the gossip on her." He continues, "What about suspects if you were the target?" "That's where I get stumped," she answers. "I don't know anyone who would want to hurt or kill me. It makes me feel awful looking to my friends and asking myself, 'Could it be him or her?' I really have no clue." "Have you looked at your assistant?" he asks cautiously. "Jeremy? No way. I don't think Jeremy has it in him to do something like that. Besides, what would be his motive?" she asks brushing it off. "Did he call Spielberg's people like you asked?" "When he showed up tonight, he looked a bit bewildered that you were there." "'Worth, I trust Jeremy, I wouldn't have kept him employed if I didn't. That's what I hate about doing this. You have to look at the people closest to you, even though you know that they couldn't possibly do it." Heidi had such a hurt look on his face that Wentworth moved closer to her and put his arm over her shoulders. Using his other hand he guided her chin up so he could look into her eyes. "I only want to help. Perhaps having someone's unbiased opinion might help in this." he said to her. After a few seconds of looking into her eyes his feelings went from protective to something entirely different. She felt it too. She saw him look down to her lips and couldn't help but smile inwardly. She reached up to his hand that still rested on her chin and said, "I know you're trying to help. I just don't like feeling helpless like this. Someone sabotaged that rigging, and I may not be acting like it, but it scared me. Not much scares me, but that sure as hell did." "Pissed you off too, didn't it?" Wentworth said with a smile. He knew the moment was over, so he removed his hand from her chin, but not the one behind her shoulders. "Yeah, it did." Heidi answered. "It made me so mad that I was willing to use you for a punching bag. I'm sorry for that. I wanted to hit something and you were just conveniently close." she said as she looked down at the table in front of her. "It's alright, Heidi," he said as he brushed a strand of hair off of her face, "You are a passionate woman. Anyone who knows you can see that. Just don't actually hit me and we'll be fine." he finished with a chuckle. She turned to him with a smile and realized just how close he had moved. It was one of those moments where you take what you want or deny yourself what's right in front of you. It was clear to both of them that the move was hers to make. She looked down at the table, cleared her throat and mumbled something about it being late. He took the hint and removed his arm from behind her and moved a few inches away and called for the check. She felt awful, but knew she had to deny her feelings for him. She had no business getting involved with him. She knew lust was fleeting, and she felt she was too old to play games anymore. She was also not willing to lose her heart to someone that wouldn't be around for more than a few months at a time. She knew how good actors lives were. Constantly moving project to project, hardly having time for an actual home much less a real relationship. Wentworth didn't understand her reaction, but he accepted it. He was sure that she felt the same feelings he did. The look on her face at times indicated as much, but he wasn't the type press the issue, even though it did make him feel a bit rejected. As they cleaned the table of their debris and headed out to their cars, he stopped by hers. He stepped up close to her once more and quietly said, "You're not alone in this. I'm going to help you. Please don't shut me out." Before she could respond he was gone. That night instead of thinking about who could have been a saboteur, all she could think of were a pair a green eyes, and a pair of really nice hands. She had a bit of a fetish about nice hands. You could tell a lot by a man's hands. Of course, that night it wasn't his hands she was really concentrating on. Laying in the dark, thinking about Wentworth naked was what consumed her thoughts. She was a little embarrassed at first. But who the hell was going to find out about her fantasies? Luckily, she had a vivid imagination, and thought about his hands running up and down her stomach, massaging her breasts, and his fingers tweaking and pinching her nipples. Then, eventually, his eyes looking up at her from between her thighs. She had a little blue toy that she had gotten at the Adult Toy Store that helped her on nights like this. All she really wanted to do was to relieve some tension so she just imagined him going down on her. Flicking his tongue over her labia and clitoris, bringing her to a slow and powerful orgasm. In her afterglow, she imagined him looking up at her and smiling, happy that he had satisfied her. With that image she fell asleep. For the next several days, it was just work. Working until your muscles screamed for no more. Working until exhaustion exuded from everyone on the cast and crew. They worked on things besides the big scene on the ropes. It made Heidi wonder why, but she realized that it gave her more time to figure things out. The Assistant Director was a bit more approachable in Heidi's mind. So on that Friday, that's what she did. Alan Cupper was a smallish bald man. He had a gentle demeanor, but anyone that worked with him knew that he was the one you went to when you needed the Director to change something. Alan got things done. On the lunch break, Heidi decided to visit Alan in his trailer. With her knock, he opened the door and beckoned her inside. Stepping up into the trailer she realized that they weren't alone. Wentworth was sitting down looking comfortable, having a cup of coffee. With one look at him, she turned to Alan, and before she could say anything, he offered, "I know why you are here my dear. Why don't you have a seat as well?" She say opposite Wentworth and Alan stood standing against the stove facing them. Crossing his arms before him, he waited for someone to say something. Wentworth looked at Heidi, smiled a little and said, "I guess we had the same idea," indicating Alan. She responded, "so how far have you gotten?" Alan answered this query, "Went and I have been racking our brain's for the last four days," he volunteered. Heidi could feel her face get hot, and when she finally looked up at Wentworth, he shrugged and gave her an apologetic look. Through clenched teeth she asked if either one of them had come up with any answers. Alan, not really knowing what she knew, looked to Wentworth for an answer. "There are a few more suspects when it comes to Amber, and Hallowell is really concerned over this. He's even got some guy looking into it." "But," interjected Alan,"he's not telling us who this guy is, or what exactly he's looking into." "So," Wentworth continued, "it seems that everyone thinks they can solve this on their own, without anyone's help." "Is that all?" Heidi asked, looking back and forth to each man's face. They both answered by shaking their heads. She felt like they were holding something back, but had no idea what or why. She decided to leave just then, complaining of fatigue. Just as she was getting up from the table, Wentworth reached over and covered her hand with his. She looked up to him and they both had unreadable looks on their faces. She was mad as hell, but didn't want to say or do anything in front of Alan. She didn't really know if Wentworth had completely confided in him, or if he was feeling Alan out to see if he knew or was guilty of the sabotage. So, she didn't let her real emotion show on her face. Wentworth could tell she was mad, just by her demeanor, but didn't lead on that he knew. He kept his face as blank as he could. The quicker she left the better, he thought. Once she left the trailer, she went to look for a way to expend some of the pent up anger she had running through her veins like a bad drug. Meanwhile, in the cabin that she left, Alan took the space that Heidi had vacated. "When are you going to tell her?" he asked . Wentworth put his hands on his scalp and rubbed it in irritation. "She's going to want me to be completely honest with her. I'm not sure I should yet," he explained. "Sounds to me like you're trying to protect her, but she might not think of it that way." Alan had no idea how right he was, but Wentworth knew. He figured, right now that Heidi was somewhere fuming, or maybe, hopefully, working out her anger on someone or something else. He wasn't looking forward to seeing her. But, just like ripping a duct tape off, you have to do it quickly. He really didn't know how much he should tell her. He figured he would just feel her out and see how much she would be able to handle. He looked for her everywhere on the set. Asked just about everyone if they knew her whereabouts. No one knew, no one had seen her since lunch was called. Luckily, neither of them were due to be in the filming for the rest of the day. She would have to stick around in case the director decided to change the lineup, but as it was she was just sort of "on-call" until the end of the day. Disheartened, Wentworth went to his own trailer to pack up and leave. He figured that she left the set to go blow off steam somewhere. It was probably for the best, he thought, it will give me time to figure out what my next move needs to be. As he opened the door to his trailer and stepped up, he paused. He felt there was someone inside. Letting his eyes adjust to the dark interior, he spotted her. She was laying on the back bed, fully clothed, sans shoes –asleep. As he shut the door quietly, and walked to the back, he smiled to himself. She had a wrinkle of concentration in the middle of her forehead. He figured that was from the anger that she was keeping bottled up. As he carefully sat on the edge of the bed, he couldn't help but reach out and brush a stray hair out of her face, careful not to actually touch her lest she wake up. With a sigh, he got back up and closed the partition, closing off the bed area from the rest of the cabin. After relieving himself in the bathroom, he looked at his reflection. She is in my trailer. She came to me, and dammit she's unbelievably sexy. I wish she wanted me as much as I want her. Putting his hands on the counter, he looked up at himself once more. Coming to some sort of conclusion, he pushed off and headed towards the back again. Slowly, and quietly moving the partition aside, then moving it back once he was inside. He kicked off his shoes and took his shirt off. Just as before he slowly climbed up onto the queen sized bed and lay down beside her. Miller's Crossing Ch. 03 Heidi slowly came to awareness. She had her arm and leg thrown over someone. Usually it was her big body pillow at home, but as she became more aware, she remembered that she wasn't at home. So if this isn't my pillow then what do I have my arm and leg across? Slowly she opened one eye. It was definitely a man because of the flesh she was touching. It must be Wentworth, only because that's where she fell asleep. She remembered sitting around for him in his trailer for about an hour. She was so exhausted from that day's maneuvers that she just lay down for a moment. Obviously she had fallen asleep. But why would Wentworth be laying down beside her? Before she could answer any of those questions, she felt him move onto his side. His arm moving to cross over her waist, and his leg over hers. Moving her head to look up to him, she realized that his face was right there, his lips mere inches from hers. She got butterflies that started in her stomach that flew their way up into her throat. Without thinking she moved her chin up the last few inches to meet his lips to hers. She didn't actually kiss him. She just moved hers lips along his. She could tell at what point he woke up because he inhaled deeply, but he didn't move his lips right away. They both just enjoyed the contact, not actually kissing, but brushing lips. It seemed that he was giving her the lead again. Letting her decide how fast and how far to take it. Once she realized this, Heidi thought, to Hell with it. Instead of dreaming about it, I'm going to enjoy this. Reaching around Wentworth's neck she brought him in so that she could deepen the kiss. When he realized what her decision was, he had to smile a little. Perhaps she did want him as much as he yearned for her. And that was his last coherent thought. Heidi moved her hands over him, playing with his nipples, running them over his scalp, massaging up and down his arms. He couldn't help but to do the same to her. She eventually got up on top of him, sitting up so that she could take off her shirt and bra. He immediately devoured her nipples, alternating between breasts with hands and mouth. Once her nipples were rock hard Heidi kissed his mouth as she moved down him. Kissing down his neck to his nipples, then down to his belly button. She ran her hands up and down his sides, then stopped to unbutton his pants. She moved to the side so that she could get him out of his pants, then unceremoniously took them and his underwear and threw them onto the floor. She took a long look at his member and looked up to his questioning look and smiled. He took that as a good thing. By now he was hard and ready for her. All she wanted was to taste him. Knowing she couldn't take him all in, she did the best she could. Deep throating him as far down as she could take him, she used her hand to move down the rest of what she couldn't get in her mouth. With the other hand she softly played with his balls. Massaging them as she bobbed up and down on him. Occasionally, she would put her tongue over the tip of his dick, or swirl it around, then go down again. Sucking on it all the while. After a few minutes of that sort of attention, he said to her, "Swing that pussy up here, so I can do the same." Heidi moved around so that they were in a 69 position. Wentworth took his time, licking her labia, then achingly making his way towards her clitoris. He massaged her asscheeks at the same time, making her emit moans and wiggle around. She wanted his tongue on her most intimate of parts so badly. She was already wet with anticipation. Heidi hesitated for a moment before wetting one of her fingers and slowly playing around his backdoor. She knew that pressing on the prostate of any man would make any orgasm better. Some men you couldn't convince, but every once in awhile she found one that was either willing to experiment, or one that already knew it was an awesome feeling. He seemed to be enjoying her ministrations and not stopping her, even opening his legs wider so that she had better access. She continued to work her finger a little further in, while still playing with his balls with her fingers. He must have taken the hint, because he too decided to enter her dripping pussy with two fingers. She also felt him wet his own pinky and slide it into her back end. She wiggled and moaned again in approval. He eventually had to stop her, otherwise he was going to cum. Turning around to kiss him she got on top and straddled him. Ever so slowly taking him in. This was her favorite part, the very first penetration. He played with her nipples again while she slowly rode him. "God you feel so good." she said to him. "You like that?" he asked. "Mmmhmm." was her somewhat coherent answer. She pistoned herself onto him, riding him roughly. At one point, she looked down at him, gave him a devilish grin and whispered, "You like this pussy?" to him. "This pussy feels so good and tight." he said, getting into the dirty talk. "Mmm, that's right," she said, "fuck that pussy good." She was getting close and was hoping to get him off at the same time she did. "Fuck, your cock feels so good!" she moaned. All he could really do at this point was moan his agreement. When she started to feel her orgasm she slowed down. She wanted it to be good for both of them and knew that when she went slower she had much stronger ones. He must have known this too because he grabbed her hips and started going slower but as deep as she could take it. Letting the orgasm wash over her, she heard him cum just seconds after she started. She loved that fact that he wasn't quiet about his enjoyment at orgasming. He was just as vocal as she was. So not only were there bodies in sync, orgasming together, but they made a duet of sorts, both singing with their climaxes. Still moving through them until neither one had the energy to continue. She collapsed on top of him, while he slowly got soft and fell out. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that with you." he said quietly. She lifted her head up to rest her chin on his chest and to look into his eyes. "Could it have possibly been from the day that you saved me from falling 250 ft? 'Cuz that's how long I've wanted to?" He sighed and just shook his head. "You mean we could have been doing this the whole time?" he asked her with a sheepish grin. "No," she said as she sat up and moved off of him, "I've wanted to that long, but that doesn't mean that I have no self control." "Self control or self denial?" Wentworth asked her pointedly. "Perhaps both," she answered just as pointedly. "I'm glad we didn't just jump into bed at the first given opportunity. I actually like you, because I know you better than I did on that first day. I respect you. Therefore, that," as she gestured around, "was well worth it. Or am I just being a mushy girl?" "Well, I could take anyone to bed with me if I were interested enough, and they were interested enough. But, you're right. If you fall into bed at the very first, there doesn't seem much more reason for seeing them afterwards. Especially if it's bad." Wentworth agreed. With that last statement Heidi gave him a look, and he quickly recovered by saying, "That, of course, was no where near bad. As a matter of fact, that was pretty awesome," he said as he leaned over to her for a kiss. She just said, "Uh huh," and leaned to him and kissed him back. She pulled the blanket up over her and he could tell she was ready to get back to business. The business of finding out what he knew, if anything, about the ropes and rigging. Without even having to ask him, he knew what was on her mind. Shocked at how quickly she could switch gears, he simply turned to her and said, "Alan is a good guy and I don't see him as any sort of threat. I do think he may have someone in mind, if you were the target. He is working on something that may draw them out. All he needs now is our patience and willingness to go along with any plans he may put into motion, to do that." "So, you trust him." It was more of a statement than a question posed to him. "Yeah, I do. He's got some good ideas and more knowledge about any motive and I swear he was a cop in a former life. He picked this case apart in a few short hours after I went to him with what we had. I happen to agree with just about everything he's got planned so far." "Wait a minute," Heidi interrupted, "You two already have plans?" Wentworth looked at her, sighed and decided to come clean. "I've been talking to him since the day after the rigging broke. I knew that we were going to have to get someone else's take on the whole thing, so I decided to go to him. I'm sorry I didn't tell you right away, but I didn't really know what he would have had to offer. Plus I didn't really know until recently whether we could trust him or not. I've been spending this whole time feeling him out. I think he's trustworthy." "Well that's great," Heidi said in that tone that anyone knew meant things were not great. Before he could ask or even say anything, she was up and in the bathroom to get herself cleaned up. Wentworth slowly got dressed himself, not looking forward to what she thought was really wrong.