Fic: Anna/Tilda, R - 4 People That Knew Anna Had a Thing for Tilda Before Anna Knew it Herself
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Title: 4 People That Knew Anna Had a Thing for Tilda Before Anna Knew it Herself, and That Time Anna Figured it Out
Rating: R (...er, because it may or may not just degenerate into pornishness at the end.)
Fandom: Narnia RPF
Pairing: Anna/Tilda (with surprise guest pairing undertones!)
Disclaimer: Okay, this did not happen and I am making no aspersions as to the proclivities of anyone involved. Fun times only here, no profit and no serious-ity.
i) Will notices first. “Anna?” he says, early one morning in Anna’s trailer.
Anna, lying on her stomach and flicking idly through a magazine, says, “Mmm?”
“Were you planning on telling Tilda any time soon about this giant-ass fancying you have for her?”
Anna snorts. “Will,” she says, “you have gone wrong in the head. Did you fall over and land on your armour?”
“Don’t try to deny it,” says Will. “We’ve all seen the way you look at her. You go all bashful. It’s sweet really.”
“It’s a shame when lunacy strikes a boy so young,” says Anna blithely, and Will rolls his eyes and gets to his feet.
“All right,” he says, walking down the steps to the door. “Have it your way, pervy witch-fancier.”
Anna bursts out laughing. “‘Pervy witch-fancier’?” she says, amused. “Get out, you great fey thing.”
His hand on the door-handle, Will sing-songs, “Anna loves Tilda, Anna loves Tilda, and she wants to kiss her, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh,” like he’s really Georgie’s age, and Anna, still smiling, lobs a pillow at him.
ii) “Is it just me, or does Anna totally have a thing for Tilda?” asks Skandar, leaning over to Will conspiratorially as they sit on the warm grass and eat lunch, although his voice is perfectly audible many feet away.
“Yessss,” hisses Will in delight, so enthusiastically that Skandar draws back a little way. “God, I thought it was just me.”
“You mean you have a thing for Tilda too?” giggles Skandar.
Will clouts him affectionately on the ear. “No, you numpty, I thought it was only me that had noticed Anna’s foray into lesbionic pining.”
“Do you even hear yourself when you talk?” asks Skandar, tearing off a corner of his sandwich and tipping it into his mouth. “I mean, ‘Lesbionic pining’.” He laughs. Bits of masticated bread make a break for freedom in a death defying leap onto Will’s costume. Will makes a face and bats them off. Skandar wrinkles his nose in amusement. “Leave it, you girl, it’s just a bit of spit. Anyway, you’ve only noticed Anna’s new infatuation for Tilda because you can’t stop staring at her tits.”
“Tilda doesn’t have any tits,” Will protests, blushing hotly, “and I thought we’d established that I don’t have a thing for Tilda.”
“Not staring at Tilda’s tits, you idiot, at Anna’s,” Skandar explains, and Will says, “I do not stare at - all right, you may have a point.”
There is a brief pause, in which Skandar, who has finished his sandwich and has moved on to a packet of crisps, crunches through mouthfuls of Walkers’ finest as smugly as only a young boy in full body-armour can crunch, and Will eats an apple and tries to regain some ground.
“You’ve only noticed Anna’s crush on Tilda because you’re jealous that Tilda might like Anna more than you because you totally have a crush on Tilda,” he says, and feels this does the trick.
Skandar looks at him. “I have no idea what you just said,” he says, “but I am certain that you are wrong.”
Will is not wrong.
iii) “Why do you keep touching Tilda?” asks Georgie, frowning, as Anna washes her face.
“I don’t keep touching Tilda,” says Anna, only she has a cupped-handful of water covering her face, so it comes out “Ab boat eeb buching blibda.”
Georgie, who is apparently fluent in water-face, says, “Yes, you do, I’ve seen you. When you were talking to her at the party, you kept touching her arm.”
Anna straightens up, rubs her face with a towel and comes back into the hotel bedroom. “I didn’t keep touching her arm,” she says, placidly, and starts to brush her hair. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?”
“I am in bed,” Georgie points out.
“You’re in my bed,” Anna corrects her, “and you’re in my room.”
“You’d like to be in Tilda’s room,” says Georgie, meaningfully, and then, as though everything has just fallen into place: “You were flirting with her!”
“Out,” says Anna, brandishing her hairbrush. “Now.”
“You don’t scare me, Anna Popplewell,” says Georgie, hopping out of Anna’s bed and heading for the door. “I’m better with a weapon than you.”
Anna flails her hairbrush-wielding arm about indignantly.
“I’m going!” says Georgie. She opens the door and steps into the corridor. “’Night ‘night.”
“Goodnight,” calls Anna, cheerfully.
Georgie closes the door. Then, immediately, she opens it again. “Oh,” she says. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell Tilda.”
The door is shut before the hairbrush bounces off it.
iv) Anna totally has a crush on Tilda.
It’s embarrassing, because either she can’t stop blushing or she can’t stop flirting, and neither are particularly subtle ways to communicate to your older, better, co-starring, legend-of-an-actress friend that you may possibly want to get into her pants. Which Anna does not want to do. Communicate that desire, that is. She’s not sure about the second bit. Although it would seem to make sense.
She definitely wants to do something with Tilda, which should be strange, seeing as Tilda is a girl and Anna is a girl and Anna didn’t think she was particularly gay, but apparently Tilda Swinton makes straight girls want exceptionally not-straight things. She must have magical sex-powers.
That would be one way to explain how Anna had the best fucking orgasm of her life the other day, having a shower and thinking about Tilda. One minute, Anna was innocently thinking about how it was weird that she managed to see quite so much of Tilda despite the fact that they had very few scenes together and the next minute she was thinking about the way Tilda’s lips quirk when she smiles, the way Tilda’s eyes laugh an instant before her mouth does, the way Tilda talks with her hands, her long, pale hands, and somehow Anna had one hand splayed open against the shower tiles for support and the other between her legs, and she was on her way to a ridiculously strong orgasm without ever having realised she wanted one.
When she came, Anna’s knees buckled, actually buckled like she thought they only did in books, and her heart was pounding stupidly hard, and she couldn’t quite get her breath, and after all that she had to spend another fifteen minutes in the shower before she could stop feeling like such a sweaty mess.
So, yes, Tilda having magical sex-powers would be one way of explaining that.
Another way would be that Anna totally has a crush on Tilda.
v) Tilda thinks Anna might have a crush on her.
It wouldn’t be unheard-of, she supposes, but it does put her in a bit of quandary as to what to do about it. For one thing, Anna’s still quite young. For another, the younger cast are still supposed to be a bit in awe of Tilda for the good of their performances, and it might be slightly difficult for Anna to be in awe of Tilda if Anna had made her come.
Not that Tilda wants Anna to make her come. Tilda has children. Tilda has a husband. Tilda has a secondary love-interest for God’s sake; she doesn’t need a tertiary level of sexual fulfilment.
Then again, it might be quite something for Tilda to make Anna come. It’s not like there could be any harm in watching Anna bite her lip and arch her back, push her damp hair off her sweaty forehead as Tilda pinned her against a wall with a hand up her skirt after the premiere, or licked her way up Anna’s smooth thigh as Anna lay spread-out on a bed, chest heaving, dress scrunched up around her waist, after filming.
If Tilda made Anna come, there could be no sense of awe lost, especially if she did it after they had finished shooting. But then, what if Anna wanted to reciprocate? It’s not like Tilda would have a problem with it as such, and not like she hasn’t thought, idly, about what it would be like to curl her fingers into Anna’s long, dark hair and kiss her, but it might make things a bit awkward if they worked together again - not for Tilda, she’s sure, because she’s fairly open-minded and Anna isn’t underage or anything, but what if Anna regretted it all later?
So, yes. A quandary indeed.
So when Anna walks up to her after the premiere and says there’s something she should know, Tilda has a definite course of action to follow. She leans in and pulls Anna against her by tugging at her slim little waist, and kisses her, gently, making it last.
Tilda draws back, and Anna sighs softly, wistfully, touching her lips, and Tilda says, “Was that it?”
Anna nods.
Tilda says, “All right then,” and walks away.
No one can say Tilda doesn’t know how to be enigmatic; after all, that’s one of the reasons Anna totally has a crush on her.
That, and her magical sex-powers.
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Seriously, this was meant to be on time. Hopefully it still serves its purpose of providing cheer! HAPPY CHEER TIEMS.
Title: 4 People That Knew Anna Had a Thing for Tilda Before Anna Knew it Herself, and That Time Anna Figured it Out
Rating: R (...er, because it may or may not just degenerate into pornishness at the end.)
Fandom: Narnia RPF
Pairing: Anna/Tilda (with surprise guest pairing undertones!)
Disclaimer: Okay, this did not happen and I am making no aspersions as to the proclivities of anyone involved. Fun times only here, no profit and no serious-ity.
i) Will notices first. “Anna?” he says, early one morning in Anna’s trailer.
Anna, lying on her stomach and flicking idly through a magazine, says, “Mmm?”
“Were you planning on telling Tilda any time soon about this giant-ass fancying you have for her?”
Anna snorts. “Will,” she says, “you have gone wrong in the head. Did you fall over and land on your armour?”
“Don’t try to deny it,” says Will. “We’ve all seen the way you look at her. You go all bashful. It’s sweet really.”
“It’s a shame when lunacy strikes a boy so young,” says Anna blithely, and Will rolls his eyes and gets to his feet.
“All right,” he says, walking down the steps to the door. “Have it your way, pervy witch-fancier.”
Anna bursts out laughing. “‘Pervy witch-fancier’?” she says, amused. “Get out, you great fey thing.”
His hand on the door-handle, Will sing-songs, “Anna loves Tilda, Anna loves Tilda, and she wants to kiss her, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh,” like he’s really Georgie’s age, and Anna, still smiling, lobs a pillow at him.
ii) “Is it just me, or does Anna totally have a thing for Tilda?” asks Skandar, leaning over to Will conspiratorially as they sit on the warm grass and eat lunch, although his voice is perfectly audible many feet away.
“Yessss,” hisses Will in delight, so enthusiastically that Skandar draws back a little way. “God, I thought it was just me.”
“You mean you have a thing for Tilda too?” giggles Skandar.
Will clouts him affectionately on the ear. “No, you numpty, I thought it was only me that had noticed Anna’s foray into lesbionic pining.”
“Do you even hear yourself when you talk?” asks Skandar, tearing off a corner of his sandwich and tipping it into his mouth. “I mean, ‘Lesbionic pining’.” He laughs. Bits of masticated bread make a break for freedom in a death defying leap onto Will’s costume. Will makes a face and bats them off. Skandar wrinkles his nose in amusement. “Leave it, you girl, it’s just a bit of spit. Anyway, you’ve only noticed Anna’s new infatuation for Tilda because you can’t stop staring at her tits.”
“Tilda doesn’t have any tits,” Will protests, blushing hotly, “and I thought we’d established that I don’t have a thing for Tilda.”
“Not staring at Tilda’s tits, you idiot, at Anna’s,” Skandar explains, and Will says, “I do not stare at - all right, you may have a point.”
There is a brief pause, in which Skandar, who has finished his sandwich and has moved on to a packet of crisps, crunches through mouthfuls of Walkers’ finest as smugly as only a young boy in full body-armour can crunch, and Will eats an apple and tries to regain some ground.
“You’ve only noticed Anna’s crush on Tilda because you’re jealous that Tilda might like Anna more than you because you totally have a crush on Tilda,” he says, and feels this does the trick.
Skandar looks at him. “I have no idea what you just said,” he says, “but I am certain that you are wrong.”
Will is not wrong.
iii) “Why do you keep touching Tilda?” asks Georgie, frowning, as Anna washes her face.
“I don’t keep touching Tilda,” says Anna, only she has a cupped-handful of water covering her face, so it comes out “Ab boat eeb buching blibda.”
Georgie, who is apparently fluent in water-face, says, “Yes, you do, I’ve seen you. When you were talking to her at the party, you kept touching her arm.”
Anna straightens up, rubs her face with a towel and comes back into the hotel bedroom. “I didn’t keep touching her arm,” she says, placidly, and starts to brush her hair. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?”
“I am in bed,” Georgie points out.
“You’re in my bed,” Anna corrects her, “and you’re in my room.”
“You’d like to be in Tilda’s room,” says Georgie, meaningfully, and then, as though everything has just fallen into place: “You were flirting with her!”
“Out,” says Anna, brandishing her hairbrush. “Now.”
“You don’t scare me, Anna Popplewell,” says Georgie, hopping out of Anna’s bed and heading for the door. “I’m better with a weapon than you.”
Anna flails her hairbrush-wielding arm about indignantly.
“I’m going!” says Georgie. She opens the door and steps into the corridor. “’Night ‘night.”
“Goodnight,” calls Anna, cheerfully.
Georgie closes the door. Then, immediately, she opens it again. “Oh,” she says. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell Tilda.”
The door is shut before the hairbrush bounces off it.
iv) Anna totally has a crush on Tilda.
It’s embarrassing, because either she can’t stop blushing or she can’t stop flirting, and neither are particularly subtle ways to communicate to your older, better, co-starring, legend-of-an-actress friend that you may possibly want to get into her pants. Which Anna does not want to do. Communicate that desire, that is. She’s not sure about the second bit. Although it would seem to make sense.
She definitely wants to do something with Tilda, which should be strange, seeing as Tilda is a girl and Anna is a girl and Anna didn’t think she was particularly gay, but apparently Tilda Swinton makes straight girls want exceptionally not-straight things. She must have magical sex-powers.
That would be one way to explain how Anna had the best fucking orgasm of her life the other day, having a shower and thinking about Tilda. One minute, Anna was innocently thinking about how it was weird that she managed to see quite so much of Tilda despite the fact that they had very few scenes together and the next minute she was thinking about the way Tilda’s lips quirk when she smiles, the way Tilda’s eyes laugh an instant before her mouth does, the way Tilda talks with her hands, her long, pale hands, and somehow Anna had one hand splayed open against the shower tiles for support and the other between her legs, and she was on her way to a ridiculously strong orgasm without ever having realised she wanted one.
When she came, Anna’s knees buckled, actually buckled like she thought they only did in books, and her heart was pounding stupidly hard, and she couldn’t quite get her breath, and after all that she had to spend another fifteen minutes in the shower before she could stop feeling like such a sweaty mess.
So, yes, Tilda having magical sex-powers would be one way of explaining that.
Another way would be that Anna totally has a crush on Tilda.
v) Tilda thinks Anna might have a crush on her.
It wouldn’t be unheard-of, she supposes, but it does put her in a bit of quandary as to what to do about it. For one thing, Anna’s still quite young. For another, the younger cast are still supposed to be a bit in awe of Tilda for the good of their performances, and it might be slightly difficult for Anna to be in awe of Tilda if Anna had made her come.
Not that Tilda wants Anna to make her come. Tilda has children. Tilda has a husband. Tilda has a secondary love-interest for God’s sake; she doesn’t need a tertiary level of sexual fulfilment.
Then again, it might be quite something for Tilda to make Anna come. It’s not like there could be any harm in watching Anna bite her lip and arch her back, push her damp hair off her sweaty forehead as Tilda pinned her against a wall with a hand up her skirt after the premiere, or licked her way up Anna’s smooth thigh as Anna lay spread-out on a bed, chest heaving, dress scrunched up around her waist, after filming.
If Tilda made Anna come, there could be no sense of awe lost, especially if she did it after they had finished shooting. But then, what if Anna wanted to reciprocate? It’s not like Tilda would have a problem with it as such, and not like she hasn’t thought, idly, about what it would be like to curl her fingers into Anna’s long, dark hair and kiss her, but it might make things a bit awkward if they worked together again - not for Tilda, she’s sure, because she’s fairly open-minded and Anna isn’t underage or anything, but what if Anna regretted it all later?
So, yes. A quandary indeed.
So when Anna walks up to her after the premiere and says there’s something she should know, Tilda has a definite course of action to follow. She leans in and pulls Anna against her by tugging at her slim little waist, and kisses her, gently, making it last.
Tilda draws back, and Anna sighs softly, wistfully, touching her lips, and Tilda says, “Was that it?”
Anna nods.
Tilda says, “All right then,” and walks away.
No one can say Tilda doesn’t know how to be enigmatic; after all, that’s one of the reasons Anna totally has a crush on her.
That, and her magical sex-powers.
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