FIC: Just an Extra (Viggo/OFC ... NC-17)

Title: Just an Extra (part 1 of 1)
Author: uinendolothen
Pairing: Viggo/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP
Feedback: Always welcome
Disclaimer: Only happened in my mind.
Archive: OEAM, my fic journal (muse_of_uinen)


Just an Extra
“Cut,” the director, Frank Martin, shouted. “You’re still too stiff. All you have to do is kiss each other. How fucking hard can it be?”

How about extraordinarily hard Mr. Dickhead Director? Abby Ballard thought to herself. You try kissing Viggo Mortensen in front of a camera and dozens of people. Abby tried to calm her nerves but failed miserably. I’m just a fucking extra! she raged in her head. A very pretty extra who happened to have the look that the director was looking for but an extra nonetheless. That’s why he had chosen her. She didn’t have to speak so they didn’t have to pay her anything more than what she was supposed to earn as background scenery. No, all she had to do was kiss Viggo Mortensen.

The scene was simple. Viggo’s character, Martin Pierce, received some unexpected good news, ran outside, and kissed the first woman he saw. Abby was going to be milling around in the background of the scene but as soon as Frank laid eyes on her, he wanted her to be that woman. Originally, he had thought he’d have one of the female crew members do the part but he scrapped that idea upon seeing Abby. She agreed to do it because, let’s face it, how many opportunities come along to kiss a gorgeous leading man? But now, as butterflies flitted about in her stomach, she was rethinking that logic.

Frank had them try one more time. Viggo flew out the door of the false apartment front as Abby was walking by. He swept her off her feet and firmly planted his lips on hers. Setting her back down, they broke apart, staring at each other until they heard that all too familiar angry voice of their director growl in frustration. “No, no, no!” He approached Viggo and Abby. When he was standing before them, he leaned close and said, “Haven’t either of you ever kissed anyone before? It’s just a kiss. You both look like you’re made of wood.” He stepped back slightly and announced in a loud voice, “We’re breaking for lunch now people!” Bending toward Viggo and Abby again, he said, “You two are going to go practice kissing each other until you can look believable. You have one hour.” With that, he turned and strode away.

Abby’s mouth dropped open in amazement. “What the hell?” she fumed. “Is he insane? He can’t order us to do that.”

Viggo looked slightly amused at her consternation. “Well, he just did, sweetheart, so what do you say we head over to my trailer and practice?”

Jerking her gaze away from the retreating director’s back, Abby met Viggo’s eyes. “This isn’t funny,” she retorted, seeing the smirk on his face. “Why doesn’t he just find someone else to do this?”

“Frank is pissed at both of us so getting someone else isn’t going to help,” Viggo said softly.

Abby grudgingly followed Viggo to his trailer. “Do you want me to wait out here?” she asked.

“What good will that do?”

“Well, like in the scene, you come out of the apartment building, in this case your trailer, and I’ll be here for you to kiss,” Abby explained.

Viggo chuckled and shook his head. “Nah,” he replied. “Let’s go inside where no one can watch us. Maybe that will help us both relax.”

The inside of Viggo’s trailer was quite comfortable looking. He motioned for Abby to have a seat on the sofa while he rooted around in the kitchen. A few minutes later, he set a tray of cheese, crackers, and fruit on the coffee table along with two glasses of water. Great, Abby thought to herself. A health nut. “Thanks,” she murmured as she reached for one of the glasses.

“Not a problem.” Viggo smiles at her. “He can make us miss the catering truck but he can’t make us miss lunch.” He waved his hand in the direction of the food. “Let’s eat and then we can get back to business.”

Abby nodded appreciatively. The butterflies were still in her stomach, though, so she didn’t eat much. While they ate, Viggo peppered her with questions. “Abby Rayne Ballard,” she answered when asked for her full name.

“And how old are you, Miss Ballard?”

“It’s Abby and I’m 26.”

More questions followed. Questions about what she normally did for a living (she worked as a nanny), how long she had lived in LA (born and raised), did she have any pets (do plants count?), and on and on. She was grateful when he rose to take the tray back to kitchen. Perhaps the interrogation was over. When he returned, he sat beside her again. “Well, if he was serious about giving us an hour, and this is Frank we’re talking about so he was, we’ve just used up 15 minutes of it. Ready?”

Is he kidding me? Abby swallowed hard and nodded. Viggo leaned toward her and just as his lips were about to touch hers, she turned her head slightly so that he ended up kissing her cheek instead. It’s worse being alone with him, she thought.

“Well, now, that wasn’t so bad except I’m supposed to kiss your mouth,” Viggo said with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Sorry,” Abby muttered. “I’m just nervous. I thought I’d just be in the background or something.”

Viggo smiled reassuringly. “Frank knows what he’s doing. He really wants you for this part. Let’s try again, OK?”

Abby nodded again. This time, as soon as Viggo’s lips touched hers, she pulled away from him. “I’m sorry,” she exclaimed. “I’m sorry. Frank is going to have to pick someone else because I just cannot kiss you.”

“Why not?” Viggo’s brow furrowed as he stared at Abby.

Turning to look at him, her eyes grew wide with amazement. “Because you’re fucking Viggo Mortensen,” she said as if that explained everything.

“Well you’re fucking Abby Ballard,” Viggo countered. The whole situation struck him as very amusing and he burst out laughing. “I have to say, though, that I think I’d like it better if I was fucking Abby Ballard.”

Abby looked at him sharply. No, he was not making fun of her. She was used to men hitting on her but not famous movie stars. Slowly, and in a soft voice, she said, “Then I’d be fucking Viggo Mortensen.”

His voice was hoarse and gravelly as he asked, “Would that be so bad?”

Staring into his eyes, Abby saw raw desire there. “No,” she murmured. “That would be very good.”

When Viggo leaned to kiss her, she moved faster and caught his face in her hands. Abby pressed her lips against his as she climbed over his lap, straddling his body. Feeling the pressure of his tongue, she parted her lips. His tongue glanced over hers as he explored the deepest recesses of her mouth. She sucked gently on his tongue before releasing him to slide her tongue over his. He buried one hand in her long, thick hair, holding her mouth against his. She moved her tongue into his mouth, running it over his teeth before swirling it around his tongue again. When they finally broke apart, both were breathing very hard.

His eyes searched hers, asking for permission to continue. She reached down and pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her breasts to him. Viggo moaned and bent toward her, catching a nipple in his mouth while one hand snaked around her waist. His free hand cupped her other breast, his thumb rubbing against her nipple, bringing it to a firm peak. With his teeth, he nipped at her nipple before swirling his tongue around it.

Abby wanted to feel his skin against hers. Barely able to think straight from his ministrations, she somehow managed to unbutton his shirt. She pushed the shirt over his shoulders, exposing his well-toned chest. Her fingers slid over his bare skin, feeling the hard muscles beneath. Running her hands down his body, she reached the soft patch of hair that disappeared into his jeans. Quickly she undid his jeans so that her fingers could follow that patch of hair to where it led. She slipped her hand into his boxers, her fingers sliding around his thick erection. Gently she squeezed, gasping as he bit harder on her nipple. Freeing him from his boxers, she glanced down to look at him. She would have whimpered with excitement but he chose that moment to crush his lips against hers again. Her hand pumped up and down his long shaft as his tongue plunged into her mouth.

A moment later, he mumbled, “Put your arms around my shoulders.” She did as she was told and he stood up from the sofa, lifting her in his arms effortlessly. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she held on to him tightly. His mouth never left hers as he carried her down the narrow hall to the bed at the far end of the trailer. He set her on the bed and quickly shrugged off his shirt and stepped out of his jeans. Wearing just his boxers, he climbed into bed beside her. Pushing her onto her back, his lips skimmed over her before trailing down her neck and over her breasts. He traced circles on her taut tummy with his tongue before undoing her jeans and removing them from her body.

Viggo slid one hand into her panties, seeking out her most feminine place. His fingers toyed with her, rubbing against her opening while she bucked beneath him. “God, you’re wet,” he moaned as he slid one finger into her. He ground his thumb against her sensitive bud as he added another finger. Bringing his mouth back to her breasts, he closed his lips around one nipple while flicking at it with his tongue. A few minutes later, Abby surrendered to her orgasm.

As she lay there panting, Viggo slowly pulled her panties off her body. Then he removed his boxers. He rolled on top of Abby, using his knee to part her legs. She slid them up to his waist, wrapping them around his body, pulling him to her. He entered her swiftly, filling her completely and pausing to enjoy the feel of her around him. When he began to thrust, she threw her head back and cried out in ecstasy. He pinned her arms above her head with one hand and cupped her breast with his other hand. His mouth sought hers, his lips grinding against hers. As he broke away from her, Abby gasped, “Want to be on top of you.”

In one smooth movement, he flipped them over so that she straddled his body. She slid down on him, taking him inside her as deeply as she could. She bent forward to kiss him, taking his hands in hers. She threaded her fingers through his, holding his hands against the bed as she began to move on him. Sliding up until just the very tip of him was inside her, she rotated her hips in a circular motion before slowly taking him back inside her. His fingers clenched around hers as she repeated this action several times. She began to pump faster on him, watching his face contort as sensations washed over him. When she let go of his hands, he sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist, rocking his hips against her. He covered her neck and face with kisses before pushing her onto her back again.

Lying above her, he kissed her mouth as he began thrusting into her with renewed vigor. She was close to release and he wanted to bring her to completion before submitting to his own climax. “You are so fucking amazing,” he murmured under his breath. That did it. Abby felt herself being pushed over the edge. As her muscles contracted around him, he gave in to his own orgasm. She trembled beneath him as he shuddered within her. For a moment, neither of them moved. They remained together, frozen in time. Finally, Viggo rolled off of her to one side, holding her tightly in his arms.

They returned to the set right on time, looking slightly flustered but acting remarkably composed. When Frank yelled, “Action,” Abby started walking from her cue. Viggo threw open the door to the false building and bounded down the steps. Abby had just reached him and stopped to look at him. He flashed her the most amazing smile before grabbing her around the waist and lifting her into his arms. Spinning her around, he pressed his lips softly to hers. Abby placed her hands on either side of his face and Viggo gently set her back on the ground, his mouth moving against hers. She opened her lips under the urging of his tongue, taking him into her mouth. For a moment more, he held her to him before releasing her and stepping back to gaze at her.

So caught up was he in the scene before him, Frank almost forgot to call, “Cut!” He stared at Viggo and Abby before saying, “That was absolutely perfect.”

Viggo turned to Abby and smiled. “Yes, it was,” he whispered.

THE END