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Signs	By : Shelle Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 2381 -:- 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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Signs
For My Orli Girls
They know the reason behind the title)

Miranda Taylor sat on the couch of Orlando’s flat. She was trying to finalize his schedule before he left for Italy to shoot the movie Troy with Brad Pitt. She had worked as his personal assistant for the last three years. They had met on the set of Lord of The Rings. And not only were they assistant/client, they were the best of friends. They could tell each other anything. Well, almost anything. Miranda had realized early on that she was deeply in love with him. She never told him, and she never let on. Although at times it was extremely difficult for her. Watching him kiss other actresses, other women in his life. There were days when she just wanted to walk away from the whole situation.
She glanced over at him. He had his headphones on and he appeared to be trying to concentrate on reading something. He bit his lip in what appeared to be frustration. Miranda groaned at the sight. He was damn sexy to her and he didn’t even have to try at it. She became lost in her naughty thoughts of him. Something she did often. And it was probably going to be the death of her. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. Damnit she thought.
“Mira?” she heard him speak. His voice like velvet surrounding her. She didn’t look at him. She couldn’t. She kept her head reclined on the pillows behind her.
“What is it Orli?”
“I need you.” She brought her head forward to look at him. He was now sitting on the couch next to her. Lifting her legs and placing them on his lap.
“Orli, I’m really busy trying to figure this shit out and then…..” she glanced at him and he was watching her as she rambled.
“Please?” Miranda couldn’t resist him when he begged like that.
“Fine.” She said in frustration. She threw her attaché down on the ground. “What do you need help with?”
He handed her what appeared to be part of a script. She eyed it and raised an eyebrow at him.
“It’s part of your script from Troy. You don’t need my help.”
“Yes I do Mira. I need your help.” He scooted closer to her and opened up the papers. “See this scene here, I need to rehearse it. Please help me.”
“Fine.” She didn’t even look at the script at first. But when she did, she realized it was part of a scene, an intimate scene between Helen and Paris. “Bloody hell.” She said under her breath.
“Ready?”
“Sure, fine.” She lifted her legs off of his lap and crossed her legs to sit facing him. She sighed heavily as she glanced down at the script. It called for Helen to reach up and touch Paris’ face. To caress it as a lover would. She swallowed hard before reaching her hand up to caress his cheek. She couldn’t resist moving her hand a bit further to his jawline. Where his hair met his skin. It was so soft. Before Miranda could utter a word, Orlando moved closer to her. He reached up with his own hands and cupped her face. His thumbs caressed her lips. Miranda felt them part slightly. She wanted nothing more to suck on his fingers. His perfectly beautiful fingers. Orlando moved closer to her. He moved his thumbs away and brushed her lips with his. Miranda felt her entire body react. His tongue sought hers. She resisted at first, but then couldn’t any longer. Her tongue twirled with his and he pulled her into his lap.
She ran her fingers through his glorious hair and deepened the kiss. She felt his body react to hers and she couldn’t and didn’t want to hold back any longer. She ground her hips into his. Feeling his hardness beneath her. With a growl, Orlando positioned her so that she was lying on her back. Chest against chest. Hip against hip. He slowly pulled his lips away from hers.
“Is that in the scene?” Miranda asked. How she found her voice, she never knew.
“No. But I didn’t really want to go over my lines.”
“Orli, I don’t think this is a good idea.” She said. Trying to remember that she worked for him.
“I do. I’ve wanted you from the first day I met you. And it wasn’t just lust. I fell in love with you.” Miranda gasped at his words.
“Then why the other women?”
“Because you wouldn’t let me in. Do you want to know how many times I’ve tried to come on to you, but you put up this huge roadblock. Do you have any feelings for me Mira?” he asked. His fingers traced her lips. Feeling brave, Miranda snaked her tongue out of her mouth and captured his finger. She swore his erection grew another two inches when she took his finger in.
“Make love to me Orli. Please?”

Orlando stood up and reached down for her. Pulling her to her feet and leading her to his bedroom. She gasped as she saw it. Candles were lit all over and there were silk sheets on the bed.
“Did you have this planned?” she asked. Turning to him as he took her in his arms.
“Yes.”
“And if I would’ve reisisted?”
“Then I would’ve gotten a new set of sheets to sleep alone on.”
They moved and stood next to the bed. Orlando reached up and slowly began to undo the buttons on her shirt. As he pushed it off her shoulders, he smiled when he saw that she wore no bra. Her nipples hardened at the feel of the cool air and the hotness of his gaze on her.
“Just like always.” He said. Miranda was looking at him, her eyebrow raised.
“Just like always? What do you mean?”
“You hardly ever wear a bra. I’m glad you aren’t now.” Miranda’s mouth hung open. How the hell did he know that? “Close your mouth love, unless you want something in it.” He said with a smirk on his lips. Miranda smirked back. As he reached for her breasts, she dropped to her knees. Her hands quickly went to the button and zipper of his jeans. She pushed them quickly down. He sprang forward in all his glory. Miranda had never felt this bold before, but she wasn’t about to let the opportunity pass her by. She glanced up at him before taking his arousal in her mouth. She savored him. Slowly licking him. As she moved her mouth over his erection, she brought her hands around to caress his butt. His muscles contracted as she moved her mouth further.
“God Miranda.” He said in a shortened breath, “I’m supposed to be seducing you.” He brought his hands to run through her hair. As quickly as she had taken him in her mouth, she moved her lips and tongue back up his body. He groaned in frustration. In a split second, he had her lying on the bed.
“Orli!”
“Yes love?” he asked as his head bent and he covered her nipple with his mouth. His tongue swirling around. Moving from one breast to the next. Her hips arched into his. She frantically kicked at his jeans, which were still around his knees.
“Take these off!” she demanded. He quickly reached down and threw them across the room. Miranda looked down. Looked at his beautifully muscled body. His tone was out of this world. She couldn’t help but run her hands along every inch of it.
“Lift your hips love.” He said. His mouth moved along her neck. She did as he asked and then she realized that she was as naked as he was. The feel of his skin against hers was almost orgasmic itself. She quickly parted her legs. The intense urge to have him inside of her was almost too much to bear.
“Orli, please.” He looked at the strained look upon her face. He couldn’t deny either one of them any longer. He entered her swiftly, in one motion. Miranda grasped at his shoulders.
“Did I hurt you love?” he asked when he noticed that her eyes were closed.
“No Orli. Please, don’t stop.” He began to move slowly inside of her. But Miranda wanted none of that. At least not now. She began to move her hips in a hurried motion. She grabbed Orlando’s face and brought his lips to hers. He picked up on her signals and began to move as quickly as she was. The feeling of being inside of her was overwhelming. How could he have missed being with her all this time?
It was over almost as quickly as it began. Miranda felt her entire body tingle. She felt her inner walls clutch around him as she felt her release pouring through her body. She threw her head back into the pillows. Orlando clutched her hips with his hands and brought her as close to him as she could possibly get.
“Orli!” she yelled as her release rushed through her body. He felt her warmth surround him and he couldn’t hold on any longer. He poured himself into her.
“Oh God Mira!” He collapsed. His head next to hers on the pillows. Their breathing erratic. Their bodies covered with sweat. Neither one spoke. Miranda was gently caressing his back with her fingers. Causing him to shiver.
“Cold?” she asked. He gently pulled himself out of her and moved to his back.
“No, love. I’m not cold.” He turned to look at her and pulled her into his arms. Their lips met in a gentle, but intense kiss. “I love you Miranda.” He said in a quiet voice. She propped herself up on her elbow to look at him. She ran her hand along his face and cupped his cheek in her hand.
“I love you too Orli. More than you’ll ever know.” He smiled at her.
“So all of the signs were right.”
“Signs?” she asked. Puzzled by his statement.
“The looks. The hugs a little longer. The trying to sabotage my relationships.” He smiled at her.
“I did no such thing.” He kissed her quickly.
“The only sign I need love is that you’re mine.” She smiled at him.
“Do I need to wear a sign around my neck?” she asked with a smirk.
“Yes, it should read, ‘Property of Orlando Bloom. HANDS OFF!’ “ Miranda giggled at the thought. And then thought about a sign she and her friends had thought about hanging around his neck.
“What are you laughing at?” he asked.
“Nothing Orli. Just kiss me.”
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