This is a work of fiction, very, very loosely based on the real person, Russell Crowe. I wrote it for my own entertainment, and entertainment is its only purpose. No insult or injury is intended.

This story is for readers over the age of 18 only, and contains explicit adult language and sexual references.

Twist Of Fate

…what’s meant to be will come to pass

A Quentin Finch story

by: Jackie

©2008

Chapter Thirteen

Quentin

He’d been broody all the way through lunch, and the rest of the afternoon. He’d tried to hide it; he didn’t want to spoil what hours he had left with Tazzie, but she had of course sounded out his mood without any difficulties.

‘It’s okay if you want to rant about it some more, love,’ she’d said to him, grabbing his hand as they exited the diner after a truly magnificent lunch. He had managed to mention to Olivia that Terry was true blue, dinky-di, and that she should consider herself a lucky woman to get to go out with a bloke like him, but Tazzie had softly kicked him under the table and had called him a cocky bastard, right in front of Livvie, who was by then blushing like a rose. Tazzie had even apologized for him, one Pommie Sheila to the next, but Liv was a good girl, she’d just smiled and told him she would believe herself lucky as well. And then she’d shown her graciousness by bringing them a piece of her apple pie each, on the house.

So here they were, walking down the street, after they visited the town museum. It was small, quaint, and run by a big, silent, soldierly–looking but friendly bloke with even more muscles than Quent, but it hadn’t really distracted him. He felt the urge to rant, to scream, to explode into rage, but equally he wanted to retreat into a deadly silence and just glare the whole fuckin’ problem out of existence.

Brianna Roberts. The bleedin’ bane of his life. He couldn’t believe there had been a time he’d thought her beautiful, the most beautiful woman he’d ever held in his arms… He’d actually thought he’d felt love for her; he’d actually thought they were meant to be together, that he’d wanted nothing more that to be married to her. Stupid fucker he had been… unbelievable.

The woman who’d shown him what real love was like was right beside him, her hand in his, and she looked up at him from time to time with a small smile.

‘I’m so sorry Quent,’ she softly said to him, ‘you went through so much trouble for us to be able to have some time together, and now it turned right around and bit you in the bum like that…’

He sighed. ‘I’m spoiling all the fun, hey, luvvie, grumpin’ around like this?’ he said, his voice low and sad. ‘C’mere, giz a cuddle, Tazzie-luv, I can’t believe I’m gonna have to work with that cunt again…’

Taz wrapped her warm, soft arms around his neck and went ‘shhh,’ in his ear, kissing his earlobe and nuzzling his neck until he was giddy with wanting her, as he always was when he smelled her special Tazzie smell, her light, soapy, flowery scent that seemed to be all her own. She didn’t even wear perfume, she just smelled so good, all his senses went into overdrive the moment it tickled his nostrils.

They were standing under a big tree on a corner of the main street, for everyone to see, but he didn’t care. Didn’t care in the least. He tightened his hold on her until she could feel his arousal, but he knew she’d felt it in her mind already. He felt her smile against his neck. ‘I wanna… wanna…’ he husked fuzzily, slowly rubbing against her.

‘Yeah, yeah,’ she grinned, ‘shhh, love, we’ll get to that… let’s just… ‘ he kissed her slowly, ‘let’s just look at the shops a little and,’ another slow, lingering kiss that was building in heat and intensity, ‘find a place to…’ he reclaimed her lips once more, ‘…dinner…’ Tazzie managed with difficulty, her eyes heavy-lidded with want now.

Quent considered dragging her with him across the street and storming back into the B&B for a quick root, but then he relented. She was right; they’d get to all that later tonight. He stroked her back slowly, calming her as much as himself, until he felt he could let go of her and walk the streets beside her without making a complete spectacle of himself.

‘You drive me crazy,’ she softly said to him, ‘but in a good way. I hope it’ll never stop.’

He grinned. ‘Same here, luvvie…We’ve got to sort something out though; I wanna know when we can meet up again, you know? I don’t think I can pull another stunt like what I did to get here, I mean, if Davies is makin’ me work with fuckin’ Bree for this, imagine what he’s gonna do when I try to get away a second time… He’ll make me do a full frontal nude shot or something.’

‘Well that will make the fans happy,’ Tazzie said drily, but Quent shook his head.

‘No way, luv, no fuckin’ way I’m gonna whip out me old fella in front of the camera. I’ll do what I can to make it look as good and as real as possible, but that will have fuck all to do with acting, so…’

‘Shame,’ Tazzie grinned, interrupting him, ‘all those breathless ladies who claim to be your fans don’t know what aesthetic pleasures they’re being denied.’

Quent snorted. ‘Yeah, right,’ he muttered, ‘well, I’m glad you like to look at him, but as far as I’m concerned that’s more than enough.’

‘Ohhh, you’re shy…’ Tazzie teased, poking him in the side until he squealed.

He grinned. ‘Well you know me, hey, all cry and no wool…’

‘Mmm,’ Tazzie gave it some thought, ‘that’s not quite true, love, there’s actually some wool on you here and there… you have lovely butt fuzz, for instance…’

He giggled. ‘You’re insane, Tazzie-luv, you’re a fuckin’ nutter you know that?  Come along to the Azores with me though, hey? Me, I’ve never been, but it’s supposed to be really beautiful. And if you’d be there with me, I’m sure it’d be easier dealing with the fact she’ll be around there somewhere as well. Christ,’ he shook himself like a wet dog, ‘just the thought is givin’ me the shivers.’

‘Do you have to do actual love scenes with her?’ Taz asked, concern for him on her face. God he loved her so; any other sheila would have been green with envy and Tazzie worried for his peace of mind.

‘Nah,’ he answered, shaking his head, ‘fuckin’ Davies is doin’ me head in as it is; he can’t make me do one single scene with her. If it’s action she’ll need a stunt double anyway because she basically can’t hack it; if it’s dialogue we can just each play off of someone else, can’t we, and for the rest Davies’ll just have to sort out the right camera angles and get a guy with a better bum than me.’

‘Impossible,’ Tazzie grinned.

‘Yeah, it is possible, actually,’ Quent began, and he was just about to give her a technical account of how they could shoot a love scene with a body double, when he caught the twinkle in her eye.

‘…better bum than you?’ she mischievously said, poking him in the side again.

He pulled her close for an instant and giggled, skipping a few paces, grabbing Taz by the hand and pulling her along until she was out of breath and begged him to stop.

‘Ha, you can always shake me out of bein’ cranky can’t you, crazy Tazzie … how about it though, hey; won’t you come along with me? We’re supposed to fly out in two weeks time,’ he finally said, a little calmer, balancing on the curb for a couple of steps.

‘That’s about when I finish here; I’m booked to fly back to London on Friday the 13^th. Can’t believe they’ve booked me a flight on a day like that, I shudder to think what’ll happen to me. Probably’ll lose my luggage or something.’

‘You’re bloody jokin’ me!’ Quent exclaimed. ‘I’m flyin’ on the 13^th. From LAX. You?’

She nodded, a surprised laugh twinkling on her face.

‘So can’t you just change your flight? It’s fuckin’ unbelievable this, I mean how big a chance is it, us flyin’ out on exactly the same day?’

Tazzie sobered up and looked pained. ‘I only have three days in London, Quent,’ she softly said. ‘I can just get my clothes washed and repack and then I’ll have to get to a couple of cities in Europe; Paris, Berlin, Barcelona, perhaps Rome… then back to London for a couple of weeks, and that’s when I need to move to my new flat, and then I’m flying out to Johannesburg and Cape Town; after that it’s Auckland, then Sydney and a couple of other cities, can’t remember the exact order… They’ll keep me busy for the next six weeks to two months at the very least…’

‘Oh,’ Quent’s voice was low with disappointment. ‘Fuck. No, right, that’s not gonna fly then. But I suppose I could come down to London the minute I’m done, and, um, I could help you move if you want?’

‘Yes of course I want! What sort of a question is that? I want you to feel at home in my flat, um…’ Tazzie blushed and fell silent. They’d never really had time to discuss living arrangements of any permanent nature. Quent may have blurted out that he wouldn’t mind living in a movie trailer with her, but they’d have to have some sort of idea what to do if they were serious about being together.

‘We could, um, use your flat as our London pied-a-terre?’ Quent suggested quietly.

‘And where would we live for real then?’

‘Where would you like to live?’

‘Um…’ Tazzie apparently didn’t need to think for a very long time. ‘At Nana? Could we live there?’

‘I was hopin’ you were gonna say that. Course we can live there, there’s no place I’d rather be livin’ with you…’ He squeezed her hand and smiled.

‘The problem isn’t so much where, though,’ Tazzie said thoughtfully, ‘it’s more like when, isn’t it?’

Quent nodded and thought about it as well for a bit, while in the mean time they looked at shop windows and eateries. Finally he said, ‘So if we’re lucky we’ll be able to meet up in two weeks’ time at the airport for just a quick snog and that’s it, until I’m done in the Azores and you’ll come back from your Euro city trip. We’ll do your flat in London; you’re off to South Africa, I’ll probably have to get back to LA to do some dialogue dubbing stuff, and I think I may have to do a spot of early promo for our project with Ade. And by then you’ll be in Oz, I’ll pop down soon as I’m done and we’ll have all the time in the world… We’ll just see whatever’s opening up for me then and we’ll choose together, is that okay, sweetheart? Or I could take a break, I mean, it’s not like I need the money or anything at the moment… Hey how about this place for our tea? They’ve got huge steaks!’ He pointed at a menu outside a restaurant.

Tazzie looked up at him and smiled thinly.

‘Am I doin’ it again?’ Quent asked, worried all of a sudden, ‘I know that look on your face, Tazzie-luv. It’s just that my brain goes really fast, you know? Click, click, and there’s just all this stuff I wanna say to you… I know you think I’ve got the attention span of an ankle-biter but Taz, I’m only…’

Tazzie put a hand on his arm and stopped him. ‘It’s okay,’ she softly said, and she opened the door to the restaurant. ‘Come on, let’s go in.’

Quent held her back for a moment, intense and deadly serious. ‘I am tryin’ to make changes, you know…’ he softly said, capturing her attention with his eyes. ‘I don’t want to fuck it up again… not ever again, Taz.’

Taryn

In the course of dinner, they had eventually found their way back to the merry banter they both enjoyed so much, and by the time they were digging into their pudding Taz was almost crying with laughter over Quentin’s non-stop flow of silly anecdotes about the film, his fellow-actors and other colleagues. He had a permanent stunner smile on his face and a twinkle in his piercing sea-coloured eyes that made him completely irresistible.

Over coffee, they had worked out they could meet for about an hour at the airport – Quent had naughtily suggested making a run for a hotel, or even the lavs, but Tazzie’d shaken her head and giggled, ‘just imagine we’d get caught! We’d never live it down! We’re very lucky to be here, I can’t believe no one’s bothering you at all, and Alex is a very good lad keeping his word about not mentioning you in the local paper.’

And then, Quent had paid the bill and had guided her outside.

They both knew what they wanted. It was only nine o’clock in the evening and Tazzie felt a bit awkward about going back to her room with Quent at the B&B – Mrs. Meyerhoffer would know exactly what they were up to – but on the other hand, they had tonight, and it would be weeks and weeks before they’d get another night together. Best make the most of it.

‘Come on,’ she said, nodding in the direction of the B&B.

‘Bloody hell, I thought we’d never,’ Quent sighed, wrapping an arm around her and planting a kiss on the tip of her ear. ‘I need a bit of a lie-down first though, fuck’s sake, that steak was big enough to have a personality.’

‘Well you won’t die of protein depletion tonight, at least that’s something we can be sure about. I dunno how you’ll do later on, but I suppose for tonight we’re safe. And honestly,’ she looked up at him, smiled, and felt the love for him course through her system, ‘with your stamina, I don’t believe for an instant that a big dinner will waylay you for longer than a couple of minutes, Five, at the most.’

‘Christ,’ Quent grinned, holding open the door to the B&B, ‘now I’ve got a reputation to live up to… the stress is doin’ me in! Evo, Mrs. Meyerhoffer!’

Mrs. M. looked up from her crossword and smiled at them warmly. Tazzie thought she must have looked up Quentin on the Internet or something; she was decidedly more friendly than at breakfast.

‘You young people turn in early,’ she said with a knowing smile, handing over the key, ‘good night, and don’t forget to go to sleep at some point.’

‘Yes, ma’am,’ Quent said, lavishing one of his stunner smiles on her. She melted right behind her little counter and giggled like a young girl.

‘I love that old bird to pieces,’ Quentin softly said as he opened the door to the room. ‘She’s got her heart in the right spot, hasn’t she? Hey by the way, luvvie, what you think is goin’ on with Sally and Terry’s mate, what’s his name again?’

Tazzie smiled and kicked off her shoes. ‘Um… David? Danny? Something with a D. Dunno really what’s going on, haven’t seen her all day. They seemed to hit it off yesterday evening though, didn’t they? I’ll give her a ring in the morning, after… um…’ She’d almost said after you’ve gone, but she just couldn’t bring herself to it, saying it out loud. The thought of it was close to unbearable, so she just sighed and walked into his arms.

‘I don’t wanna go back, luvvie,’ he softly said, ‘I wanna stay here with you. Wanna stay anywhere with you really; ohhh, Tazzie, you feel so good in my arms… just… wanna be together…’ His hands roamed over her back and she leaned into him. He was warm, and sturdy, and she felt so close to him, she felt like she knew him so well, he was truly a part of her. She smiled and teasingly pecked him on the chin, a little off centre; he nibbled at the tip of her nose for an instant, and then they locked lips and slipped into a long, slow, velvet-soft, warm kiss.

Tazzie longed to feel his skin against hers, so she tugged at his tee until she could slip in her hands and stroke his wonderfully soft sides and back. He gave a grumbly sigh, pulled her closer still and slipped her top off over her head, breaking free from her mouth for only the shortest of instants.

His flannie fell to the ground. His tee flew off over his head. Tazzie’s bra got unhooked as if by magic and it joined the clothes on the floor, and then they were in each other’s arms again, marvelling at the sensation of skin against skin.

Somehow, they made it to the bed while at the same time shedding their remaining clothes, and they fell onto it, arms and legs everywhere, and lips and tongues and smiles and more lips… Tazzie felt his hot, hard cock nudge her belly, her hip, her leg, seeking, searching entry. It sent a whole new wave of need through her, making her instantly wet and ready for him. She wrapped her legs around him and he grabbed her arse and rolled over, positioning her right against his rigid length. She sighed, relaxed against him and he rolled the both of them over again, nestling between her legs.

They moved, gently, looking deeply into each other’s eyes. At his slow, controlled thrusts, her sex parted and she felt the heat of his velvety tip mingle with her own slick heat, the urgent nudges against her sensitive button making her gasp.

‘Wanna take it real slow this time,’ he rumbled softly, ‘and if it’s me fuckin’ phone I’m not answerin’… Need to… ah, fuck, Taz…’ he gasped and squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the urges of his own body.

She lifted her hips just enough for his tip to slide in on the next stroke, at which he moaned deeply and stayed completely still for a moment, eyes squeezed shut again. It was a tight fit, but it felt so good, so very good to have him fill her up, inch after inch, stroke after carefully controlled stroke. And Quentin was in control, this time. Tazzie kneaded his muscled bum cheeks and pulled him closer on every down stroke, but he wasn’t to be hurried.

‘Slow… slow, Taz,’ he ground out, rocking against her, gaining half an inch on each stroke and slowly, ever so tantalizingly slowly stretching her and filling her up. And then he was all the way in, his balls softly smacking against her flesh as he thrust good and deep a couple of times, his low growls in time with Tazzie’s small moans every time his tip touched her womb.

Tazzie arched up against him as he lifted himself up a little, leaning on one powerful arm; she didn’t want his warm body to part with hers even for a second, but she gave in when his fingers slipped in below and he started to massage her clit in time with his slow, slow screwing.

‘Oh my God, oh my God Quent… I’m going to come,’ she moaned, a little panicky, her eyes flying open.

‘I want you to, Tazzie-luv, I want you to… come as hard as you can… and look at me… look… at… me…’ Quentin gasped and panted in short bursts, sweat beading on his forehead at his effort to keep in control over his body.

Tazzie felt her passage shudder and contract around him as she rode the intense wave of pleasure surging forward, and up, and up again until she was weightless for a second, contracted into a single notion of release. Her eyes never left his. He looked right into her very essence the moment she reached her peak, and if there was anything left she hadn’t shown him about herself, that was the moment where he could see it.

Slowly he pulled out of her, kneeling up, and he stroked her tits, her belly, her sides; his cock still hot and hard and throbbing against his belly. Tazzie at up and reached for it, but he shook his head and whispered, ‘turn over,’ his eyes almost black with want.

She complied, coming up on her hands and knees for him and moaning when his arms came around her and both his hands started to knead her breasts while he pressed his tip against her opening again. A little more pressure, just a little more, but then even Quent lost his control and he surged forward, entering her fully with one mighty thrust. He pinned her against him and rode her hard, flesh slapping against flesh, one hand pinching and rolling her nipple, the other first rubbing her clit again and feeling himself slide in and out of her, then seeking in between the cheeks of her bum until he could insert the tip of his finger and stimulate her there, listening to her moans building, trying to time his own release to hers.

‘Taz…’ he gasped, almost there now, his urgency driving him on.

‘Fuck me Quent,’  she snarled at him, surprised at her own vehemence, ‘Ride me hard, I want to feel you come inside me, I want your … hot… oh God… Quent…’

‘Gonna come,’ he grunted, urged on even harder by her words, ‘gonna… fuckin’… come…’ and then a long, agonizing moan as he spurted his hot jets inside her and they fell sideways onto the bed, still fucking slowly, spooning up and still rocking, Tazzie’s come-down shivers mingling with Quent’s delicious long shudder that almost got her off again.

They lay panting, boneless, spent, for a long time, until Quentin finally muttered, ‘…every time, you know sweetheart, every time I think I know how… spectacular it is with you, and every time it just gets better… Isn’t that just…’ he pulled her closer and rubbed his nose in her hair, ‘isn’t that just bloody amazin’?’

Tazzie smiled and turned in his arms. She lifted up her hand and stroked his cheek, his forehead, his hair, and whispered, ‘…amazing,’ before their lips rediscovered each other, this time not in a heated frenzy but in a loving, satiated confirmation that they belonged together, body and soul.

Chapter Fourteen