est_amanda

( The story so far )

Updated: October 19, 2010

Backdated to December 16, 2011

"Is that Amanda Seyfried?" Colin smiles, stepping up beside her and falling into stride with her quickly. "I do believe it is, how lucky am I today?"

( Coffee or lunch )

Are you jealous? How do you deal with it? Especially in open relationships?

I can be a rather jealous person in a relationship. I've managed to ruin a couple with just that. Thing is, all of these were open relationships. And my partners were always reasonably open about who they're seeing and when - as was I.

There really was no reason for me to get jealous or obsessive, but I just couldn't help it.

Any advice or experiences you can share?

This is the continuation of the First Part. Feedback is welcome, comments are screened.

( The first one always takes her aback, even when she’s expecting it, even when the mistress teases, lightly touching her )

Dated: Sometime during the filming of Mamma Mia. Backstory. Thanks to Amadi for writing Colin!

It's late. Very late. It's their day off after filming the party scene in Mamma Mia, and somehow Amanda ended up with Colin in some bar, drinking Greek wine and Retsina. She's already feeling tipsy - she has never been one to hold her liquor very well, with her small frame. She's trying to tell Colin her story how one of her friends once woke up in a tree after a drunken night, but she keeps interrupting herself with giggles.

"I think," Colin starts, then takes a breath and a big gulp of his water, then tries again. "I think we should try to get back to the hotel while we can still walk." Hotel is something of a misnomer, they each have their own bungalows, little tiny ones, arrayed around a main building where meals are served. At least there's privacy. "No taxicabs here." No nothing, really, just the film crew and holidaymakers being interrupted by the film crew.

( Dresses aren't my thing )

Anton!!

I just finally saw Fright Night. I'm probably the last person on the planet to have done so.

But OMG, you were so damn CUTE! I wanted to eat you. And hug you and pet you and squeeze you and call you George.

And still you managed to be kick-ass too.

Definitely cute, though.

How are you these days?

Love
Amanda

I think I finally arrived back in reality. It was great, including our panel for In Time (Formerly known as Now, formerly known as I'm.mortal. I don't know either).

I got to have fun the whole weekend! And all kinds of fabulous people to spend time with.

Thanks for a good time, you know who you are. *G*

Backdated to a while ago... Crossposted from anton_yelchin

"Shall I tickle your balls then?" Amanda flops down on the bed. She's still clothed, and that's fine. She's just happy to get a chance to catch up with Anton again. And be silly with him. "I can't help but wonder what kind of reaction that'd produce."

"Me cracking up, first thing," Anton grins, "And then me pouncing you." He drops next to her and immediately wraps an arm around her waist. "Like that's not an imminent possibility anyway." This is fantastic, really, just having her here, and he snugs her up against him and kisses her.

Amanda laughs and returns the kiss. "Why, I would never say no to you pouncing me. I quite like it, in fact!" She can't resist to tickle Anton's waist. "So what've you been up to while I've been all over the world?"

Anton laughs and twists away, then just settles over her to pin her wrists to the bed. "Doing voice work for The Smurfs, if you can believe that," he snorts. "Shooting. Pickups. You know how it goes." And while he's got her here, he nuzzles into her neck and licks, then nibbles lightly.

"The Smurfs?" Amanda giggles. "Which one are you? And you realise that before my mind's eye, you're now blue?" Not that she can focus on smurfs much longer. Not with Anton nibbling and licking like that, making her moan.

"I'm Clumsy," Anton mumbles against her skin. "That's a proper noun, not an adjective." And he bites her again as a distraction, just in case she gets it in her head to pick on him about it.

"Clumsy," Amanda repeats and is just about to think of how to tease him with that when that bite does, indeed, distract her from whatever she was going to come up with it. "I'll be Red Riding Hood, though. Probably. To be eaten by the big bad wolf."

"A Smurf can't compete with that." Anton bites one more time just to do it and then lets go of her wrists. His palms skim up under her shirt, baring an inch at a time. He scoots lower. "Guess I'll be using my magical powers to turn into the wolf. You won't even know there's a Smurf in there. Won't you be surprised." And now he's kissing along her tummy, slowing down as his lips trail across her skin.

"Now that's... not the children-safe interpretation of Little Red Riding Hood being eaten by the wolf." Amanda moans at those delicious kisses that send goosebumps up her spine. "But I approve..."

"Yeah?" He's reached the waistband of her jeans, and he undoes them slowly, teasing, kissing along the zip as it opens. "I think the wolf wants to do some pretty nasty things to you, too..."

"Oooh, does the wolf care to say just what nasty things he wants to do to innocent me?" Amanda tilts her hips upwards to make it easier for Anton to push her jeans down.

"The wolf," he says slowly, tugging her jeans off and then licking up one thigh, "wants to take you captive and tie you up. And then he wants to eat you. Bit...by...bit." And with each word, he punctuates with a little nip to her skin, closer and closer between her thighs.

Each of those little nips gets Anton another moan from Amanda. She spreads her legs, encouraging him to move upwards with his delicious bites. "I don't think that Little Red Riding Hood would object to being taken captive... and being eaten today."

"Oh, good," Anton murmurs, and then he's closing on her, lapping at her wetness and then sucking her clit between his lips. She feels incredible, and he just fucking adores the little sounds she's making.
Amanda cries out as, finally, Anton's mouth is where she needed him to be. She squirms and writhes as he sucks and licks at her sensitive clit, her hands clenching the sheets tightly. "Oh... yes. That's just..."

"Mmm." Anton pushes two fingers into her, impressed by how wet she is so quickly. He fucks her gently, tongue sliding over the nub again and again, gaze flicking up to meet hers.
Amanda meets Anton's gaze with half-lidded eyes. She just resists the urge to just take a hold of his hair and keep him down where she wants him. Just. She clenches Anton's fingers with her muscles, her moans getting louder as she gets closer, the wave of warmth already crashing over her.

That's it. Anton sucks and licks, carrying her through it as she shudders and moans, and then he draws his fingers out gently. He nuzzles her thigh, grinning up at her. "Okay?"
Still panting, Amanda laughs. "Okay? That's quite an understatement." She gestures at him to come up, to join her. "Let me taste you. Let me taste me on you?"

Jesus, only really stupid people refuse a request like that. He kisses her hard even as his cock is digging into her thigh. "Need to fuck you," he almost begs.

"What are you waiting for?" Amanda wraps her legs around Anton's waist, while she reaches over to the bedside table, blindly searching for a condom with her hand.

"For the condom to magically unwrap itself," he smartasses, grabbing it and ripping it open with his teeth. He manages to slick it onto himself, hand shaking, grinning at her, and then pushing into her, all one solid thrust, is sweet, sweet relief. "Oh, God," he groans, shuddering. He curls down to lick and bite at a nipple.

Amanda has no chance to come back with her own smart ass remark as Anton pushes into her, his cock filling her, his teeth causing a wonderfully sharp pain in her nipple, her body. She shudders and wraps her arms around Anton as well, pulling him closer, fingernails raking over his back.

"Fuck," he groans ecstatically, arching under the drag of nails. "Fuck..." The pain is so good, as is the proof that she's loving it. He nuzzles his way up to her mouth and kisses again, hands settling onto her hips. He has to fuck her now, hard, and he holds her down as he does it, staring into her eyes.

At first, Amanda is trying to fight Anton holding her down - but not to escape, rather to meet his movements, desperate to have him take her hard and fast. She meets his gaze and brings her hands down to his hips, pushing him down whenever he's thrusting into her, each thrust drawing a little cry from her throat.

Her need spurs his, and he pulls back and drags her over onto her belly. "Knees," he orders, breathless, and once she's there, he's driving into her hard, using the leverage of his hands on her hips and dragging her back onto him.

There's no chance for Amanda to protest - not that she would've. Anton is completely taking her by surprise - literally - and there's nothing for her to do but to move with him. He's taking her hard, and she tries to push even harder back onto him, loving it, already knowing how sore she'll be the next day.

It's tricky now; the movement is so harsh and rough that he's afraid he might hurt her in an unpleasant way. He wraps an arm around her waist and then drags her up, settling back onto his heels with her in his lap. Later, he'll make a crack about how it's the most athletic sex he's had in a long time, but now he's too interested in getting his hand on her clit and dragging her onto his cock.

While Amanda didn't care about the pain, she's still glad for the change of positions - also since this allows Anton to touch her clit. She sinks back down onto his cock, still moving together with him. The pleasure is pooling in her stomach now and she leans back against Anton's chest, nuzzling his cheek.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, Anton bites at the side of her neck, and he sends one hand down between her legs. "Come," he whispers into her ear, fingers swirling over her clit. He holds on tighter while the tension builds in her.

The bite, the touch on her clit, Amanda doesn't know what pulled her over, maybe both at once. Not that it matters as she comes hard, muscles clenching around Anton's cock. "Fuck, yes!"

The way she suddenly gets tight around him makes him blow out a startled breath, and then he's holding her almost impossibly tight as he comes, face buried in her nape. "Fuck, yes," he agrees, breathless, once it's let go of him. He laughs softly, shaking his head against her shoulder.

Amanda joins in the laughter, still breathless, and kisses the top of Anton's head. "This just might've been the most fun sex I had in a while."

"That makes me really, really happy," Anton admits, finally easing her up and then over to her side, curling up around her as they settle. He loves how joyful the sex is between them, how easy.

"Mmmh. Me too. Happy is good." Amanda curls up in Anton's embrace, a smile on her face. "You left me quite tired. Think we can nap here for a bit?" She just doesn't feel like getting up just yet.

"You bet," he answers, smiling at her. God, she's gorgeous, and he feels so lucky to be here right now. "Long as you want. And then I'll buy you breakfast."

"Breakfast in bed?" Amanda asks, hopeful. "You're the best." She just manages to crank her head to kiss his shoulders before she's drifting off to sleep.

There must be more singles out there - what are you doing today?

The trouble is - I'm single, but not looking. And a happy single at that. So all those single parties at the dance clubs? Not for me.

But I'm also not at all inclined to hang out at a Valentine's party or Valentine's themed restaurants.

Which means that I'm a bit stuck.

Any suggestions?

Slightly backdated to Tuesday, February 8 2011. *facepalm*

Sitting at home, on a quiet Sunday afternoon, Amanda dials Zoe's number. She feels like talking to somebody, and since she knows that Shane is out with his girlfriend and her children, Zoe's the next person that comes to her mind.

Zoe laughs when she sees the name on her caller ID. "Hey stranger, long time no see, or talk," she answers, flopping onto the bed upside down and kicking her legs up against the wall. "How are you?"

( I just got a new bed, a perfect place for some fun photos )

Just assume all these arrived just in time for Christmas Day *G*

( Shane West )

( Zoe Saldana )

( Anton Yelchin )

To: Shane West (est_shane@est.rpg)
From: Amanda Seyfried (est_amanda@est.rpg)
Date: Wed, Nov 10, 2010 at 9:23 AM
Subject: RE: RED!

Shane!!

You should see the dress I'm wearing for another part of that shoot? I attached it to the email. Well, a picture of it. We can't email dresses, sadly.

Yes, my schedule is insane right now, but I would love to see you again!

It's a wig, by the way. You can't imagine how hot it can be with all my own hair underneath it! But yes, yes, you can meet ginger!me.

I miss you too! I do hope I can see you again as soon as possible. Will you be in LA anytime soon?

Love,
Amanda

( The dress )

[backdated to February 27, 2010]

"That was FUN!" Amanda exclaims as she climbs out of the race car and takes off the helmet. She's positively beaming, almost glowing. "Thanks so much for that!" And while she didn't go nearly as fast as Patrick did - she already knows she's probably going to try it again. Somehow, somewhere.

Patrick laughs, coming around the front of the car, his own helmet already under his arm, a hand run through his hair. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. You did great. Showed a lot of confidence."

( You're not thinking I'm old enough to be your dad? )

Backdated to December 12, 2009

( Amanda is startled as another woman - dark-skinned and beautiful - bumps into her )

Backdated to December 10, 2009

A corset with her breasts spilling over the cups. A skirt so short it's not doing much to hide her nakedness. And boots reaching to her thighs with high heels, giving her endless legs. It's an outfit Amanda has worn many times before. But tonight it'll be different. Tonight, she won't be looking for a willing guy or girl to torment.

Tonight, she'll be on the other side. With Misha, one of two people she trusts with this. Beaming, she walks into the bar, scanning the room to see if Misha's already here.

( Anything else you had in mind? )

Locked to Est members to keep it from the general public

Lately it seems like I just can't go anywhere without cameras following me. No, not every man I meet for lunch is my new lover.

Don't reporters have friends of the opposite sex?

Are friendly hugs the new tongue kisses?

Yes, I know it comes with the package, and I'm not only complaining about the pictures themselves, though god knows they're annoying (does being a celebrity necessarily mean you have no right to privacy whatsoever?). But the constant speculations who I might be with, whether I'm dieting wrong just piss me off.

Yes, there are worse rumours that can be started about you. Much worse, and I'm glad I'm not on the receiving end of those - yet. But it's still downright annoying.

Amanda is eager to check the website to see if she's won the day on the race track... but first, she has a promise to fulfill. Instead of going directly to the website, she sits down and opens her email program to type a quick email.

To: est_shane
From: est_amanda
Subject: Home!

Hi!

I'm back home now. Home meaning my LA place. I'm still looking in New York!

Anyway, I'm so taking the next few days off. Are you free at some point between now and Sunday? Because those days I have definitely off and am freely available.

We could meet for coffee at the club... maybe fulfill your fantasy afterwards.

- Amanda

Backdated to November 22, 2009. Takes place in London.

Amanda isn't staying at the hotel in the club, but she knows perfectly well how to find it - and how to find Shane's room. Not quite knowing what to expect, Amanda's dressed casually, but has chosen sexy underwear - just in case. Beaming wide, she knocks at Shane's door, happy to see her friend again.

Pulling open the door, Shane's smile is wide and so are his arms. "Pretty girl! Come here!" He scoops her up, lifting her off her feet and spinning her around. "Oh, it's good to see you."

( The horse is made by the rider )

Backdated to May 15, 2009

With today's press work for her next movie being finally done, all Amanda is looking forward to is a night out in the club. Just hanging out, having a drink... and if anything should happen - the better. She chooses her most favourite outfit - slim-fit, black leather jeans with a red corset and red high-heels. The heels not too high, the corset not tied too tight. Sexy, she thinks, but comfortable.

( He knows he's babbling now, but damn, it's been a long time since he went under to such a... gleeful sadist. )

Backdated to December 4, 2009

As she finds the number that Shane e-mailed her, Zoe tries to practice what she's going to say. She feels just a little bit foolish, but she reminds herself that this is a friend of a friend and regardless, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

She dials the number and waits, toe tapping against the far arm of the sofa she's sprawled on.

( Oh, we used to go down to Allentown to Dorney Park! )