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British Sex God in My House	By : Goddessofdreams03 Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 7747 -:- 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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Ch 9- Cookies and Orlando to the rescue...
Contrary to common belief, Deveraux had seen John’s wandering eye. For the sake of her pride she pretended blissful ignorance. That was better than actual ignorance. Yes, she’d seen it, noted it and after fifteen minutes of dead silence she was over it. She now knew where she stood with John. That actually felt good. She didn’t have to wonder whether or not he was “The One”. At least she wouldn’t have to try and impress him. She’d sit through this dinner, be seen home, then never hear from him again..
“The search continues.......” She thought as John led her into the restaurant. Deveraux scanned the crowded eatery while John checked on a table. She turned back to John as he spoke to her.
“Hmm?” She asked, glancing up at him.
“There’s a wait...If you don’t mind we’ll go have a drink at the bar......” He said, nodding to the bar. Deveraux nodded her agreement, and let him guide her to it. She slid gingerly onto one of the many stools. John did the same and signaled the bartender. Ordering a glass of pinot noir, Deveraux turned to her side. Leaning against the bar, she gave John her full attention. She could almost say the same for him, occasionally his eyes strayed but no more than the usual man’s. The pair chatted lightly for half an hour before they were finally led to a table. By now Raux was really quite pleased with the way things were turning out. The flow of conversation remained steady as the evening progressed and Raux began to enjoy herself.
“Maybe I was too quick to give up...... He seems decent enough......a good conversationalist.... Not bad to look at either...... No, he isn’t a show stopper like Orlando but that’s a good thing right? R.....ight...’cause who wants to look at a beautiful man day in and day out...? ” Deveraux continued with her thoughts until she noticed John getting to his feet. What was he doing? They hadn’t finished dinner. She tuned into what he was saying and blinked rapidly. This couldn’t be happening........
Meanwhile, across town Orlando had just ordered his own meal. For the millionth time he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and checked the screen. Sighing he shoved it back in his pocket. Why hadn’t she called him?!
Johnny watched him do this several times before asking, “Expecting a call?”
“Wha?” Orlando blinked distractedly at him.
“I asked if you were expecting a call.....” Johnny repeated, lounging back in his chair.
“No......” Orlando raked a hand through his hair and sighed once again. Johnny quirked a brow at Orlando’s obvious agitation. His gaze slid over to Morgan. She rolled her eyes, and turned her attention to him.
“He’s waiting for Deveraux to call...She’s gone on a blind date and Orlando doesn’t approve....”Morgan answered in response to the questioning look.
“Morgan....Don’t start....” Orlando cautioned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Don’t tell me not to start! I still can’t believe you let her talk to me that way!” Morgan ranted emphatically.
“You started it......”
“I did not! You did! Fawning over her like you were! Amazing this! Gorgeous that!” She railed on incessantly. Orlando sighed loudly.
“She looked nice, Morgan!” He responded heatedly in hushed tones, as he noticed the number of stares they were drawing. Johnny watched the two of them squabble. He glanced around the restaurant, nodding and smiling at the staring patrons.
“No! She didn’t! Her chest was hanging all out. It was an attempt to get attention! She looked like a tram . . . ” Morgan started in again.
“ Don’t finish that.....”Orlando stopped her, as he dug in his pocket to yank out his ringing phone. Morgan closed her mouth. She’d heard the low note of fury in his voice and knew better than to push him. Especially on the subject of Deveraux. He wouldn’t stand for it. She knew, she’d tried many times and every time she so much as started Raux’s name he’d usually cut her off. She’d let it drop for now.
“Hello?” Orlando said into his phone.
“Hey!” A smile lit his face as he heard a familiar voice.
“Sam! How are you? And what are you doing up at this hour?” He questioned, checking his watch. It’d be around four a.m. there.
“Oh., Well I just got in and figured I’d call! See how things were...” She answered.
“Just got in? Where’ve you been ?”
“Long story......” Sam sighed, fiddling with the her pen. Orlando glanced around the table and realized everyone there was watching him.
“Well listen Sammy.. I’m out having dinner and I can’t talk now.” He said turning away to gain some amount privacy.

“Having dinner out? With Raux?” She asked sounding slightly hopeful.
“No..why do you always ask me that?” He scratched his head.
“No reason...... so how are things with Raux?’ She probed.
“Sam.... I told you I can’t talk....” Orlando said again, shifting more in his seat. Sam uttered a heavy sigh.
“We never talk anymore. You’re always busy....”
“I know.... I’m sorry. Next time you call I’ll drop whatever I’m doing and talk to you.” He promised hand over heart.
“The very next time I call? Anytime? No matter what you’re doing? You’ll drop it? “ She fired off the rapid questions.
“Sammy........” Orlando sighed in frustration. He really wanted to free up his phone.
“Orli . . . ” She responded grinning as she knew she was driving him nuts.
Morgan drummed her fingers irritably on the table. Johnny opted to entertain her before she started in on Orlando again. He struck up a conversation about her career that was bound to keep her occupied for the night. The very minute Orlando set the phone down on the table it rang again. Johnny watched in amusement as he snatched the phone up so quickly it slid out of his hand and shot into the air. He struggled to contain his laughter as Orlando made mad grabs for the phone.

“Hello?” Orlando rushed out when gained control of his phone. He watched the waiter lay his dinner before him, waiting for a response. He was about to repeat his greeting when he heard it. A sound so faint he barely caught it but he had. A sniffle. Jerking upright in his seat, he uttered a single question.
“Where are you?” He nodded quickly as the answer was given, followed by more sniffles.
“Don’t move. I’ll be right there! Ok. All right, love.” Orlando ended the call and got to his feet.
“Who was it?” Johnny asked.
“Deveraux. Come on Morgan, we have to go . . . ” He said, trying to pull her up. She jerked away.
“I will not! I just got my dinner and I don’t want to leave, especially not to save her.” She sneered. Orlando had never seen a woman look so ugly. That moment decided something for him. He dug in his pocket and withdrew his wallet
“Fine! Stay. Please don’t call me anymore. This is for dinner and a cab. Goodbye.” He threw a few bills on the table, nodded to Johnny and stalked out the restaurant. Morgan blinked in disbelief for the second time that day.
“I shouldn’t have called him . . . ” Raux thought as she hugged herself. She should have given up after the first busy signal but she hadn’t. He was her only way home and he had said to call. Truthfully she wouldn’t have called him if she hadn’t spent what little money she had, paying for her dinner after she was deserted. She was still reeling from the desertion. She’d thought things were going fine, but reality had come crashing in like always. Yet another man wasn’t interested in her. And people wondered why she chose to blend into the background. Shivering she looked up and down the street. She rubbed her arms trying to ward off the chill of the night air.
“There he is . . . ” She murmured spotting the familiar black car. Tears welled in her eyes and trickled down. Drawing a breath Raux swiped at her cheeks. She wouldn’t cry anymore. Not around Orlando, she’d remain composed and calm. She wouldn’t let on how truly hurt she was by the rejection. She didn’t want to look as stupid as she felt. She watched him whip the car into a parking space, then practically dive out of the car. Slamming the car door Orlando scanned the sidewalk. He spotted Deveraux and hurried for her side.

“Are you alright Deveraux? Bloody hell, you’re an ice block!” Orlando exclaimed while tugging off his jacket. Deveraux nodded slipping her arms into the jacket at his command. Breathing deeply she inhaled his scent. She sighed as the warmth lulled her into a temporary state of bliss. Her upset momentarily forgotten under the comforting attention of Orlando. She let him guide her gently to his car and hand her in. Her eyes followed him as he made his way around the car. He slid into the driver’s seat with a sound of relief.
“Home . . . ” Orlando mumbled, starting the car. Pulling out into the street he debated on whether or not to ask her what happened. He decided against it. The drive home was filled with silence. Every so often Orlando would glance at Deveraux. She sat staring out the window, her head resting against the glass. There was a fragility about her that hadn’t been there before. It filled him with anger and the need to hide her away. He was going to hunt down John and break his neck. As they reached home, Orlando got out and hurried around the car. He offered Raux a hand to help her out. Deveraux slipped her hand into his, she gripped his hand and he curl his fingers around hers. He swept his gaze over her face, to him she looked broken. Orlando couldn’t explain it. He watched helplessly as her eyes filled with tears that soon ran unchecked down her cheeks.
“Bastard . . . ” He thought as he gathered against his chest. He murmured comforting nonsense to her and rubbed her back as she cried. He stroked her hair, continuing to murmur.
“Shhhh....We’re all pricks, the whole lot of us....No reason to cry for it....” Orlando soothed gently. Deveraux buried her face in his chest and continued to cry not just for tonight’s events but for him too.
“Damn you Orlando...why can’t you see? I hope I get snot on your shirt....” Deveraux slowly began to calm, and she drew a few shaking breaths. Orlando pulled her gently away from his chest and cradled her face in his palms.
“If he didn’t love you the minute he saw you, then he’s not worth your time anyway. . There are plenty of people who love you for who you are..To them.. us ..what you aren’t, is what makes you precious....” He said earnestly, using his thumbs to wipe away the fresh tears that spilled from her eyes. Pulling her back against his chest he hugged her.
“That was supposed to make you feel better....” He gave her a squeeze and a kiss on the temple. He smiled as she mumbled that it had.
“Good..now how about some biscuits?” Deveraux peeked up at him.
“Cookies?” Suddenly the world didn’t look so dark.
“Biscuits...” He nodded.
“We have cookies?” She inquired, a hopeful note in her voice. Orlando turned and led her into the building. A hand on the small of her back guided her towards the elevators.
“No..but I think I can handle making some biscuits for you....” He pressed the button to the elevator. Deveraux eyed him skeptically. Orlando looked slightly indignant at her skepticism.
“What? I can cook!”
“Microwave noodles don’t count.....” Deveraux let him shoo her out the elevator and down the hall.

“Hey! Cooking noodle cups is an art!” He defended opening the door and following her into the apartment.
“Yes of course it is.....” Deveraux shrugged out his jacket reluctantly and laid it over the back of a chair.
“Don’t patronize, love. It’s not attractive...”Orlando pushed his way into the kitchen unbuttoning a few of his shirt buttons. Deveraux saluted to his back and went in after him. She stepped into the room to find the island already littered with all the proper ingredients. Perhaps he did have a handle on this. Deveraux slipped off her heels and dragged herself up onto the island. Sitting Indian style, she made herself comfortable on the counter.
“Hold this....” Orlando said, pushing the sugar into her lap. Deveraux blinked, then shook her head at him. She poked at various things only to be scolded by Orlando for messing. She tucked her hands under her thighs to keep from being reprimanded again. Orlando nodded his approval and began measure out the flour. Deveraux being suddenly mischievous leaned towards him discreetly. She blew lightly on the flour and sent a small puff of it into the air. She watched as Orlando took several breaths and knew what was to follow.
“ACHOOOOO!!” Orlando sneezed loudly sending a huge cloud of flour into his face. He blinked rapidly, then turned to look at Raux. Deveraux pointed and laughed at the sight of his completely whitened face. She rocked to and fro clutching her stomach with laughter. She rocked a bit too far and started to topple off the island with a shriek.
“Deveraux!!” Orlando cried and rushed around to save her. He only succeeded in cushioning her fall as they both crashed down. Orlando grunted as he hit the floor then as Deveraux landed on top of him.
“Deveraux are you alright?” He asked worriedly, running his hands down her body checking for injury. Raux broke out in laughter again. Orlando watched her laughing in delight and grinned to himself. He rose to his feet and pulled her up with him. She laughed gleefully up his face and he kept thinking how truly glad he was to be here with her. His night couldn’t be better. Her laughter slowed to the occasional giggle and he spoke.
“Are you quite finished?” Orlando crossed his arms and raised his brow. Deveraux nodded and chewed her lip to keep from giggling at his still covered face.
“Good now back to the biscuits...” He positioned her at the island, wiping at his face.
“Aye Aye, Cap’n!” Deveraux giggled as she once again saluted him. Orlando laughed and the two of them set about making cookies to last through the night.
A/n: I know I know I should have waited for my BETA reader to send it back to me..but I made a deal with Elerrina Rose and I'm super eager to read more of her ELF SMUT!! People you seriously have to check it out....It's utterly amazing!
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