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A girl named Orly	By : Faline Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 2045 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Summary: Somewhere, in Egypt, a girl named Orly yearns for a vacation from a 'dream job' that's lost it's appeal. So, she takes a vacation with her six friends and gets more than she bargained for when she meets a boy named Orli.

A/N: This is an actual name, folks, for girls in Israel! I found it in my nifty difty naming book that always helps me! Lol. As this is my fifth story, and since five is my favorite number, it's going to be full of my favorite things! Being lazy . . . and sex! ENJOY!

Extra Notes: This story was orinally posted on M.I.T.M but as Una has not updated since October (I still love her), I have moved it here. Disclaimer: If you recognize the name, I obviously have no control over them. No ownership. Other than Orlando, most of the real people are supporting roles anyway, so I'll try to keep them wholesome.

Enjoy

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Chapter:1 A Girl Named Orly

I stood on the deck, my back against a warm chest and smiled. I was so content at that exact moment that I never wanted to leave. Nevertheless, I would have to. My trip was ending, slowly but surely, and then the time would come to say good-bye . . . forever.

I frowned at that particular image. I didn't want to leave him, ever. I wanted to take him home with me and love him with all my heart. I slapped myself mentally. It was a fling. There was no emotional connection, aside from lust and affection of course. I asked myself tersely that if that really was the case, then why was I about to cry from the loss? Why did I care so goddamn much?

9 days earlier . . . London, England

"Orlando, you're taking a vacation. There are no other options. Either you do it, or I kill you from the stress you're putting on me!" The German's hands were clenched tightly at his sides, his face drawn in a grimace of epic proportions.

Snorting, Orlando Bloom rolled his eyes at his disgruntled friend, only to have the infamous André Schneider bring his gaze back to earth as he threw a heavy envelope at Orli. Orli cast a suspicious glare at the package before breaking the seal and pulling out a brochure.

"Join us for seven days, and six nights on the journey of a lifetime. Ten full decks, five Olympic size swimming pools, tennis ts, ts, a casino, and best of all no one under eighteen. These are just a few of the things you can look forward to from The Minstrel Cruise Line. Whether you're staying alone in one of our luscious single suites, with fully stocked snack and alcohol bar, or whether you're bringing that special friend for a stay in our spacious double, with full hot tub, the snack/alcohol bar and big screen TV, you are sure to relax in style."

Again, Orli snorted and looked at his friend. "There's got to be a catch. There's always a bloody catch."

Atti smiled, and Orli knew something was up at that exact moment. He was not disappointed. "Well of course. The boys and I are all coming with you!"

Something akin to complete surprise flashed across Orli's face. He looked down in horror at the envelope still clutched in his hand, and lifted out the cruise line tickets.

André Schneider . . . Orlando Bloom . . . Jason Tanner . . . Elijah Wood . . . Dominique Monoghan . . . Francis Lee . . . Marcus Lyons . . . they were all there. And Orlando didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After twelve months of non-stop filming, lecturing, guest appearances, and all the other shit that went along with being a star it would be great on all levels to just kick back and relax with the boys . . . but he just wanted rest. He wanted to crawl into his bed and sleep for a month. And he wanted a good lay. He was so fucking horny that inanimate objects were starting to look good. He groaned. It had been too long since he had gotten any.

"Hello, earth to Orlando. So, can you have your bags packed by Friday? The cruise leaves on Saturday, but it's in dock for a day so they can reload or refuel or whatever the fuck they redo. So, are you up to it?"

Pushing aside thoughts of a nice bed and sex, Orli nodded sullenly.

"That's the spirit!" Clapping him on the shoulder, Atti gave him a cheeky smile and left Orlando's apartment.

"Bloody Hell. I need a cigarette."

Cairo, Egypt

The bright colors on the brochure were enough to blind a person. And the honeyed promises were enough to make any working woman drool. It was just what Oriana needed. A vacation away from nosy reporters and stuffy men wearing ugly, off the rack suits.

"Oriana Cockney?" She looked up from the pamphlet on her desk.

There was a tall man standing in the doorway. "Yes?"

"My name is Greg Talbot. I'm from The Cairo Daily. I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about the freelance article you did on children's camps available to over-stressed parents."

She stood and offered her hand, which he crossed the room to take. The left side of her brain, the mainly sane one, noticed the fine make of his clothing and the nice grooming. The right side, the horny side, noticed his enticingly male scent and his handsome face. It had been far too long since Taylor had given her the first taste of real sex she had ever had. The horrible memories surfaced in her mind, pushing all sexual thoughts from her mind.

"Yes, how can I help you?"

"Well, you see, I'm a parent myself. Just about at my whit's end." He ran a hand through his hair, and for the first time, Oriana noticed the ring on his left hand. "I was really interested in your article for obvious reasons and was wondering if you might like to discuss some of the options available over dinner sometime soon."

Oriana bristled at his words. This man, if he was telling the truth, had a wife and a child. And he was low enough and dirty enough to actually ask her out on a date. Her mouth thinned. "No, I don't think that's possible. I'm going out of town in a few days and I'm still packing."

He honestly looked upset about it. Oriana didn't care. He was slime, if anything. Low down, dirty, no good slime. Or something very close to that. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I was about to head home for the day."

Greg Talbot took the hint, and beat a hasty exit, leaving Oriana with her head in her hands. wishing that it was Friday at that moment and that she was flying northwest for a few thousand miles instead of stuck in an office. Sighing, she rose and gathered her stuff, leaving only the necessary for work on Thursday. Only one more day, and then she would be free.

A few hour later, Oriana was comfortably parked at a bar stool, nursing a Mimosa with her friends Jade and Cutter, both free lance writers as well. They were both also coming on the cruise with her.

"So, eighteen and over. How is that gonna work?" Jade elbowed Oriana in the ribs, spilling the liquid in Oriana's hands. She growled and glared at the woman sitting next to her. Jade smiled in apology. "Sorry, my bad."

"I think it's a good idea. No rug rats under foot, and everyone completely legal."

Both women looked to Oriana's other side at Cutter in disdain. The man would fuck anything that looked older than 17, and some of the time, he was wrong. He just laughed and tossed back the rest of his JD, before he called for another one.

"Oh fuck off Cutter. I bet you $50 that you don't get anything at all whatsoever."

His eyebrows raised. "Are you sure about that?"

Jade nodded, dead serious.

"Alright. That sounds like a deal to me. $50 for me when I get laid on the trip."

"No, $50 for me when no woman even looks at you."

They glared at each other for a second, before Oriana coughed, causing them to break concentration and look at the woman in the middle. "And what do I get if I get laid? Hmmm?"

Both of her friends were silent for a few seconds, before they burst out laughing. "Yeah right Orly. You've sworn off sex for the rest of your life, remember girlie?"

Cutter backed her up. "Yeah, after that dick of a boyfriend, I don't think any man could salvage you . . . except perhaps for me." Jade and Cutter laughed some more, while Oriana could only sit there sullenly.

Friday . . .

Someone jostled her in the back, causing the Game Boy in her hands to go flying. She groaned as it was kicked around for a bit on the dock. After a few dives and frantic screams, someone had the decency to pick the poor purple machine up. "Oh thank you so much."

The voice than answered was liquid smooth and very British. "No problem. I would hate to see someone lose something as valuable as a Game Boy so very far from home."

She tried to answer. But couldn't. The man was so hot that she was breathless. He was exactly what she always looked for . . . tall . . . blond . . . green eyes. He looked like heaven in a pair of khakis. Someone called for her, and she turned to see her friend Stef wave for her. Oriana turned back to say thanks once more, but the man was gone.

Shrugging her shoulders, she headed back to where all seven of her friends were waiting. It was a comfort to see them all there. Monica and Bradley had flown in all the way from San Francisco. It had been a long time between visits and Oriana was just so damn happy that she was going to get to spend the next seven days with them all.

"Are you ready girlie?" Jade poked her, and Oriana growled back before glaring and nodding. Jade grinned at her and threw her backpack over a shoulder. "Then let's get this show on the road!"

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"Mates, I'm in love."

There was stunned silence before his six friends burst out laughing. Some were laughing so hard they were falling off their chairs. Orlando had even managed to snort some of his wine out of his nose, and was half-laughing/half-whimpering in pain.

After giving them a few seconds to compose themselves, Marcus Lyons spoke again. "She dropped her little gaming system on the dock on the way to the ship and I picked it up for her. She has got the most amazing deep chocolate eyes and this deep, golden skin. Definitely Egyptian. Definitely the hottest thing I've seen in a pair of pants inside of a year."

Elijah elbowed him. "Even hotter than that Scot back home who tried to pick you up? He was pretty hot."

Marcus blushed hotly, wishing that his friend hadn't brought that particular night back up. He had been so bloody sloshed.

"Hey, give the guy some credit. He did use the 'L' word." The analytical one, Atti, leaned forward, ready to listen to what Marcus had to say, finally.

"Yeah, he did. That's what's so damn funny about it." Orlando was still sniffling the wine from his nose, but grinning the whole time. Marcus was a real playboy. Love wasn't in his vocabulary. Hell, age restrictions meant so little to him that his latest girlfriend was only sixteen. And he had just passed his twenty fourth birthday. "So, you met this chit after she lost her Game Boy. Did you catch a name, a phone number, an age over twenty?" The group tittered again.

"No, no, and she looked at least 23, so yeah. Besides, everyone is legal in every county . . . so take that, Mr. I'm not have promiscuous sex again."

Orlando glared, but Marcus's attention was somewhere across the room. Everyone followed his gaze and there seemed to be a divided groan/intake of breath. Orli smiled slowly. If that was the love of Marcus's life, then the week was going to be great.

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"Stanley party of seven, this way."

"Hey, Orly, are ya ready? We were just called."

Oriana's gaze ripped from the sight of her game boy's savior and looked to the oldest in the group, Shannon, her cousin. She nodded and Shannon grinned, practically dragging her to the opposite side of the dining room.

Mentally, Oriana was making sure she still looked as good as she had in her room, but physically she walked with the smooth grace of someone who has had a drink and is 'pleasantly fuzzy' around the edges.

As the waiter pulled out her chair, she realized that she was facing that man and his table. She almost blushed before realizing that she was being silly and acting like she had a crush.

"Here are your menus. May I have your drink orders?"

"Pepsi."

"Screwdriver."

"Chardonnay."

"Ice Tea."

"Iced Water."

"Mimosa."

"Pepsi."

Her friends, Micah Richards, Jade Barrington, Jessica Houghton, Shannon Cockney, Richard Stanley (Cutter), and Beth Rehys ordered accordingly, with Oriana ordering second to last. They were predictable, the lot of them. Micah and Beth both didn't drink on the account of the fact that the last time they were drunk together, they'd had sex. Jade was wild and loved her drink spicy, hence the screwdriver. Where Jade was outlandish, Jessica was her opposite. As opposite as identical twins could actually be. Shannon didn't drink before 11 because she would be smashed by twelve then. And Richard just liked to suck on ice cubes. The mimosa was her's. She had fallen ine wie with them many years back on her one and only trip to the United States. You could almost say she was addicted to them, but Oriana didn't believe in addiction. Addiction made you weak.

"Hey, Orly, I asked if you knew that guy." Beth was pointing in the direction of Oriana's stare and she blinked, surprised she had drifted off there. But, the strange thing was that the guy from the dock was staring right back at her. As were two of his friends. Not breaking a sweat, she picked up the glass that had magically appeared in front of her and tossed back some alcohol. She swallowed deep before she nodded. "He's pretty hot." Oriana nodded again, and her friend laughed.

He was hot. His hair, brushing his collar, was almost white from what looked like the sun. And that tan was so deep. He looked like he'd been washed up on a beach somewhere.

A waiter or something passed in front of her gaze, and she lost her concentration. Shaking her head, she turned her attention back to her meal partners and back to her vacation. Seven days with that hunk of a man. This could be a very interesting week indeed.

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