Ophelia

"Jesus Christ Lando, where are my clothes?" Ophelia's shout startled Orlando from a very dirty dream about him, her and a bottle of honey.

"Your clothes? Uhm...I don't know." He said, pushing himself up onto his elbows to look at her run around the room. Her hair was a mess,make up smudged. She had only worn the yellow dress, nothing underneath it, so how hard could it be to find one dress?

"Come back to bed Ophelia." He said laying back down and closing his eyes.

"I can't I have to go get ready. Remember the wedding is today?" He sat up and looked over the bed at her, she was on her hands and knees, looking under the bed, with her ass waving around in the air.

"Oh God Brooks, you stay in that position much longer and you are going to be very late." He said as he ran his fingers over her bare skin. Goosebumps broke out over her skin and she pushed his hand away.

"Stop that!" She laughed standing up. "Aha." She cried as she spotted the dress laying crushed under Orlando's scrumptious ass.

"Get your skinny butt off my dress." She said trying to tug it out from under him.

"It's not skinny." He replied disdainfully.

"Yes it is. Oh look at this dress." She said holding it up. It was a mass of wrinkles. "I can't wear this, even to just go home. Give me something to wear." She ordered.

"Like what?" He asked.

"Some pants and a shirt. Why do you have a tutu or something I can borrow?" She answered.

"Well, I think all my pants are going to be way to long." He said going through his suitcase.

"So I'll roll them up." She said snatching a pair of jeans from him and pulling them on. One of his t-shirts followed and when she was fully dressed she pulled his naked body to her and kissed him passionately.

"I'll see you at the church. You got the address right?" She said walking to the door.

"Yeah. See ya Ophelia." He said with a smile. But she was already gone. He sighed and collapsed back onto the bed, he didn't have to get ready for several more hours, so he planned on going back to sleep. His hand touched something soft and when he moved to look at it he discovered the wrinkled remains of Ophelia's yellow dress. He held it to his lips and then laid down to dream about her.

"So did you enjoy yourself?" Ophelia asked Orlando while they were dancing to an 80s power ballad.

"I actually did." He smiled. No one had known who he was at the church so he had sat down and waited in relative peace for the wedding to begin. When the music began and Ophelia stepped out of the doorway wearing a short pale pink dress his heart had jumped to his throat. Her long hair was twisted up in an elaborate style and his fingers itched to free it from those pins. The pink of the dress complimented her bronzed skin. He licked his lips thinking of how he had pressed kisses all over her tanned skin the night before. She caught his eye as she passed by and gave him a saucy wink. He smiled broadly thinking she was the most beautiful creature alive.

The reception had been slightly more awkward. He was sitting with several of Jan's younger friends and Ophelia was at the bridal table. One of the girls recognized him and then all the usual things began. The single women, and a few taken ones, began to flirt with him. They leaned over more to show off their breasts and tried to get his attention, but he had eyes for Ophelia only. They got the point eventually but not before he noticed a few dirty looks flashed in Ophelia's direction. When the meal and the toasts were finished and the dancing began, he practically ran over to her.

"I missed you." He said leaning in and claiming her lips.

"I saw you with you harem surrounding you. You didn't even know I wasn't there." She teased. He had looked so fucking hot in his suit she had felt like the breath had been knocked out of her when she saw him in the church.

"Harem? Not likely. Although seeing you in one of the sexy see-through Arabian Night outfits sounds like a great idea.." He tried to duck her blow but she hit him on the arm. He laughed and rubbed the spot. "Ouch, that hurt. Seriously, I wasn't interested in any of those women." He said giving her the puppy dog look.

"I know Lando. But I have to admit, I wanted to scratch their eyes out. And I have known many of those women for years." He liked it that she was jealous but he didn't tell her that, he just took her hand and led her to the dance floor, where they had danced all night. Even when the music picked up speed, he held he close and they danced to their own music.

"I would rather take you back to the hotel though." He said dropping a feathery kiss on her shoulder.

"Mmmmm...that sounds like a great idea but I can't leave yet." Orlando pouted and she laughed. "I'm the Maid of Honor, I have to stay till the cake is cut and the bouquet is tossed." She said.

"Well okay, but as soon as that's done we're leaving or I am dragging you into the washroom and shagging you senseless." Her eyes widened at his comment then she reached down and pinched his bottom.

"Who says I won't drag you in there first?" She said as she left to go find Jan to hurry things along.

'She is fucking amazing." Orlando said to himself.


Two days later Ophelia was alone in her room crying on her bed. Jan had gone off to Mexico for her honeymoon and she wouldn't be coming back to the apartment afterwards. And Orlando had to go back to L.A. the night before. She missed him already. She was worried she wouldn't see him again. He had assured her that he would fly to Toronto to see her again as soon as he could and he wanted her to come and visit him in L.A. if she could get some time off.

"Call me anytime, day or night." He had whispered just before he had kissed her and boarded the plane to go home. Wiping the tears from her eyes she sat up and began to dial his number. It was 8:30 am in L.A. and she hoped he was up and not at work. After four rings she was about to hang up when a woman's voice answered.

"Hello?" Ophelia was surprised to hear a woman at Orlando's house.

"May I speak to Orlando?" Ophelia asked, trying to sound normal.

"I'm sorry he's in the shower. May I take a message?" The woman asked. In the shower? Why was this woman in his house at 8:30 in the morning answering his phone while he was taking a shower? She had better be the fucking maid, Ophelia thought.

"Just tell him Ophelia called. Thank you." She said and then hung up. A new batch of tears threatened to pour from her eyes but she stood up.

"Fuck him. I won't cry." She said as she stepped into the shower. She dried her hair and got dressed. She had decided to go out for a walk and some lunch and screw Orlando Bloom. She had walked through half of Toronto and was just beginning to feel her anger wear off when she saw a Magazine rack in front of a store and there on the cover was a picture of Orlando with some scantily clad actress.

"That bastard." She said to herself. He was the one who announced they were a couple. If he wanted to play around then why would he tell her he loved her? Unable to stop the tears, this time she walked back to her empty apartment.


"Ophelia called." Sam said when Orlando walked into the kitchen. A huge smile broke out onto his face as he ran to the phone.

"She did? What did she say?" He picked up the phone and began to dial the number.

"She just said to tell you she called."

"No answer. How long ago did she call?" He asked Samantha.

"About 10 minutes. Maybe she stepped out." Sam said placing a cup of coffee in front of Orlando. "You did tell her about me?" Sam asked, thinking back to the strange way Ophelia had sounded.

"Of course I told her about you." He said.

"No Orli, did you tell her I was coming for a visit?" Sam clarified.

"Oh shit. I forgot to tell her that. We were kind of busy." He said thinking of Ophelia's naked body laying under his.

"Orlando?" She called him from his steamy memories.

"Yeah?"

"Maybe you should try to call her again. It must have been startling for her to hear a woman answer your phone. Call her and tell her it was your sister." Sam instructed. He called again and there was still no answer.

"I have to go to the set now. I'll try her from my mobile later." He said kissing Sam's cheek before he left.

Several hours later Orlando tried Ophelia for the millionth time that day. "Hello?" She answered.

"Ophelia! Finally. I have ben trying to call you all day." He said.

"Really? You managed to tear yourself away from your tart?" She said. Orlando had to keep the smile off his face.

"You're jealous." He said.

"I'm not jealous. I could give a shit about your little groupies. But you are a bastard! You told me you loved me and three days later you are screwing some other girl." Orlando tried to interrupt but Ophelia was calling him all sorts of names and made one very hurtful comment about the size of his "manhood".

"Ophelia...." He tried again.

"No fuck off Bloom. Don't call me again." She said just before she hung up.

"Damn it." He muttered. He loved her fiery temper but it pissed him off she wouldn't let him explain. He hit the redial button on his mobile but she didn't answer his call.

"Fuck." He said just before he threw the phone across the room, smashing it to pieces.

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