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Always Be Here	By : dawnenab Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 4615 -:- 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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**Disclaimer: I do not know Orlando Bloom. I have no knowledge of him personally and this is simply a work of fiction... Strictly my imagination here folks. If you do not see him this way, then do not continue to read. I make no profit from this, and it is written for my own enjoyment, and hopefully that of others.

Pairings: Orli/OFC Het Fic

This story is rated NC-17 for heavy use of strong language as well as future
scenes.

A/N--This chapter is not intended to condone the practice of unprotected sex.

in a haze, a stormy haze
I'll be
round, I'll be loving you always
always

here I am and I'll take my
time
here I am and I'll wait in line
always
always

~Coldplay

Chapter
10

Friday 1:00 A.M. (Morocco)
Do you know how hard it is not to walk back into his arms and resume what we were just doing? Look at his face. So concerned that I’m mad at him. I am, to a certain extent. I don’t know what got into him today. First he behaves like, well, like an actor during filming and now he kisses me the way he just did? Guy’s got some nerve, lemme tell ya. Can’t wait to hear what he has to say for himself. This should be good.
I watch him walk back over to one of the wing back chairs and sit down. He sighs heavily and says, "Why don’t you come sit down, baby. This may take a bit."
He suddenly sounds very tired. Realizing that my feet are starting ache-and that my knees are still pretty shaky-I walk over and sit down in the empty chair beside him. I watch him as I walk by. He has his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees and he looks like a man about to be put to the question.
Feeling a bit impish, not wanting to give him a moment’s reprieve, I say "Well? I’m waiting. What just happened here Orli? What ever possessed you to kiss me like that? I mean, why me?" I lean forward in my chair a bit, waiting for his response.
He raises his face from his hands and looks into my eyes. As usual, I feel my pulse quicken slightly as I look into his deep brown eyes. Not hard to understand why so many women have fallen under his spell in so short a time. But, back to what we’re here for…
He clears his throat and speaks, almost reluctantly, "First I think I need to tell you what’s had me in such a temper all day. I need you to understand that what I’m about to tell you surprised me as much as it’s likely to shock you."
Now this has got to be good. Bracing myself for his shocking revelation I listen intently as he says, "I don’t like that bloke you went out with tonight. I didn’t like seeing you with him earlier today and I didn’t like knowing you were out with him looking, well, like you do."
My eyes widen with each sentence. They must be as big as saucers by now and my heart is once again trying to beat out of my chest. I’m stunned. Bryan? All the crap Orli pulled today was over Bryan? Bryan and me?
"Bryan’s a friend Orli. That’s all. For God’s sake, he’s married. His wife just gave birth to their first child. That’s what we were doing this morning: catching up. And as for being out with him looking like this," I motion down my body with a hand, "if you recall, I invited you to come with us. It was you that stayed home." I say, getting angrier by the moment.
I don’t know what’s got me more upset; that he acted this way over something so stupid or that I feel somehow compelled to make him understand that Bryan is a friend - just a friend. I watch as he stands and crosses over to the fireplace, putting a hand up on the mantle.
Keeping his back to me, he asks, "You know him then?" He sounds somehow relieved.
"That’s what I just said. I’ve known Bryan for a very long time. We were in the same circle of friends for a while, and I haven’t seen any of them for about five years. It was great to see him again and I will not apologize for it," I say, my anger flaring hotly by the time I’m done speaking. At my last words he turns to look at me, his eyes searching mine. He winces slightly at the outrage he sees burning in my gaze.
"You needn’t apologize for anything, luv. You’ve done nothing wrong. I’m afraid it’s me that should be begging your forgiveness, though I’ll not blame you if you’re not willing to give it. When I brought you out here I wanted you to relax and have a good time. I know it’s not right for me to try to decide how you should do it or with whom for that matter. It’s just that, I wanted to be the one you were having fun with," he says, his eyes sliding shut with his last words, as though this was extremely difficult for him to admit.
"Then why didn’t you come with us, Orli? I’m sure we’d have had a good time and you’d really like Bryan and that crowd. I just don’t get it. Why’d you say you had plans if you didn’t?" I ask, the hurt and confusion in my voice serving to further spark my anger.
Why should I care? I should be demanding a separate hotel room or making flight arrangements back to LA. All I can do is sit here and look at the only man that could ever make me break my rule against dating actors. Now why’d I say that? What a ridiculous thought.
His eyes take on a slight gleam and he smiles an evil grin as he says, "Same reason you told me not to wait up, luv."
I quirk an eyebrow at him but don’t deny what he’s said. I know it to be true. I still haven’t figured out what made me say that to him in the first place.
"And that kiss, Orli? Why’d you do that?" I ask, wondering if I’m really prepared to hear his answer to this question.
His smile turns into one that is at once wicked and innocent as he says "That’s simple now, innit luv? It’s something I’ve wanted to do since the moment I met you."
I know my eyes are now ready to pop out of my head and I can hear Fiona in my head "Close your mouth, dear. It’s not a flattering look for you." He’s just given credence to something that I’d always thought to be nothing but wishful thinking on my part.
I can feel the blush creeping up my neck and making its way across my face as I think back on all the times he’s been in my apartment. Oh God. He walked into my room while I was virtually naked just the other day. Suddenly it seems so embarrassing, when I didn’t think anything of it at the time. For some reason I can’t look him in the face, so I find myself studying the carpet under my toes. His feet, bare as usual, step into my view and I feel his fingers under my chin, the pressure of his fingers gently tilting my face up so that I’m looking into his eyes again. They are such beautiful eyes. You really could drown in them.
"You honestly didn’t know? I must be a better actor than I thought. I was sure it was written all over my face every time I looked at you, baby," he says, his voice quiet and a little embarrassed sounding.
I feel the beginning of tears burning in my eyes but I manage to blink them away before one can fall.
My voice cracks with emotion as I say, "Never would let myself believe it was more than just teasing, Orli. I mean, look at you. You can have your pick of the most beautiful women in the world. How could I stand a chance?"
A myriad of emotions cross his face as he takes in my last words and he seems to be on the verge of saying something then apparently changes his mind. He drops down on one knee in front of me, taking my hand. He kisses the backs of my knuckles, his lips lingering there for long moments. The contact of his lips on my skin causes my heart to beat wildly and I feel the heat of desire begin to course through my blood again.
He breaks the sweet contact as he says, "Baby, please forgive me for acting like a complete wanker. If I could I’d erase the past twenty-four hours completely."
He stands up and pulls me to my feet, bringing our bodies into very close proximity again, only this time it’s he who steps back.
"I’ve got an early call this morning, luv. If you’ll excuse me, I need to get a couple of hours of sleep before then," he says, the reluctance to part evident in his voice.
"Sure, Orli. I should do the same," I say, turning to leave the room.
As I get to the door I hear him softly say "Baby?" I look over my shoulder at him and he says, "Sweet dreams, luv."
His eyes slowly devour me from head to toe once again and I have to leave the room in order to ignore the impulse to walk back in there and kiss him again.
Making my way through the living room and over to my own doors, I turn the handle and go in. Slipping my shoes off, I sink my toes into the deep pile of the carpet, relishing its softness. As I walk over to the closet I notice something on the bed just in front of my pillow. Curious, I walk over and up the steps to see what it could be.
It’s a rose. No. It’s the rose. The one Orli had in the elevator. It’s a fire and ice rose: my favorite. How’d he know? There’s a simple white embossed card lying on the comforter beside the flower. Lettered in gold on the card are the words Forgive Me.
Elegantly simple way to apologize. No less than I’d expect from Orlando. He’s a class act. If only I’d met him under different circumstances. Damn. Why does he have to be an actor? Now that’s a pretty stupid thing to say. If he weren’t an actor he wouldn’t be in the States. Wouldn’t have come to LA. Wouldn’t be one of Fiona’s clients and I wouldn’t know him at all. Irony sucks, doesn’t it?
Sleep. That’s what I need.
2:30 A.M.
I can’t stop my feet from going where they’re headed. I’ve tried. What on earth am I doing out of bed? Damn it’s dark in here. Let’s see if I can make it through the living room without breaking anything. Like my neck for instance?
Here I am, outside his door. I should just turn around and go back to my own room. Why do I feel rooted to this spot? I put my hand on the doorknob but hesitation makes me stop there. Leaning forward, I rest my head against the door and take a deep breath. I’m covered in goose bumps. Not sure if it’s due to the chill in the room or the insanity of what I’m about to do. My hand tightens on the doorknob and I turn it gently, praying that it won’t make a sound. Thank God. Silence.
I push the door open and step into the dark bedroom. Not a sound from in here either. Not even Orli’s usual snoring. I pad quietly over to the steps that lead up to his bed, climbing them slowly. I look down and see what has to be the most beautiful man I’ve ever set eyes on.
You should see him when he’s sleeping. So still, yet all the charisma he possesses when awake is still there, it’s simply a bit less overwhelming. I sit down on the edge of the bed, pulling my feet up and bending my knees so that my legs are folded to one side of me. He’s lying on his side facing me, a small frown creasing his brow. I reach out and softly touch his forehead, trying to smooth away his worries. I run my fingers down the side of his face lightly, tracing his soft lips with a fingertip. How would he feel if I kissed him now? Would he be glad to see me, or curse me for coming in here uninvited?
I withdraw my hand and as I watch, his eyelids flutter open. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust, but when he finally sees me sitting here, a look of concern crosses his face.
"Baby? Is something wrong?" he asks in his sleep-husky voice.
In answer I reach out and brush the hair back from his forehead, running my hand back into the soft brown mass of waves. Before I lose my nerve, I lean down and brush his lips with a soft kiss. His mouth opens in immediate welcome and I’m once again consumed by a kiss that’s soul-searing in its heat and passion. His hand comes up to the back of my neck, pressing our mouths together more firmly. At the same time he places his other hand on the small of my back, gently pressing me down so that I’m lying across his body.
He’s still under the covers, with me on top of them, but I can feel his muscular chest through the sheets and it feels so good. So right. He encircles my waist with the arm that was pulling me to him a moment before, and holds me close. Protectively. He begins to kiss me in a way that warns me that I may not escape so easily this time. Frankly, escape is the furthest thing from my mind at this moment.
The kiss goes on forever, and I’m starting to move against him slightly, my own desire taking hold. At last our lips part, the two of us in dire need of air and he starts to trail little kisses and nips from my mouth down my jaw and onto my neck. A soft moan escapes my throat as his teeth softly graze the sensitive flesh at the join of my neck and shoulder.
His mouth comes up near my ear and he whispers, "I want to touch you, luv. I want you to touch me. Does this thing come off?" He’s tugging at my silk robe as though he means to tear it off me if I answer no. "Please, baby. This is pure torture," he begs.
Unable to speak, afraid I might make some excuse and run away, I move up so that I’m astride him-he’s lying on his back beneath me now-and undo the tie at my waist. He wastes no time pushing the silk back and off my shoulders, throwing the robe off the side of the bed roughly. My skin seems to be on fire wherever he touches me. I feel him take hold of my hips, gently pushing me over and off him.
He lays me down beside him, though still atop the covers and looks down at me with passion blazing in his deep brown eyes. I hear the sharp intake of breath as he realizes that I’m wearing just a thong beneath the robe. I’ve always slept in nothing but panties. It’s just more comfortable I guess.
"My God, baby. So beautiful…" he says, his voice filled with wonder.
I see his face coming toward me again and I know he’s going to kiss me. As his mouth claims mine, my lips part and our tongues meet with equal fervor. I want his touch as much as he wants to touch me and I’m having trouble controlling myself. I feel him slip out from under the sheets and he kneels over me on his hands and knees, still kissing me. The mental image of the view from behind him is a powerful turn-on. I feel his hand slip up my side and cover my left breast.
"Mmmmmm..." I moan into his mouth and in answer he closes his hand around my breast, cupping and squeezing it. Curiosity has me now and I reach up and put my hands on his sides, running them down to his waist. I’m anxious to know if he sleeps au natural or not. I feel the cotton waistband under my fingers and am pleased to know that there is still more of him to be discovered, explored. My hands move up and over the defined muscles of his back and I feel his answering shudder as I lightly scrape my nails down his back.
Our lips part, only for a second this time, then we resume kissing each other with mounting passion. By now his fingers have found my nipple and he begins to softly squeeze and pinch it until it becomes a raised peak. He then drives me crazy by running the palm of his hand, ever so lightly, over the sensitive tip causing me to shudder in return.
He breaks our kiss, but before I can drag his mouth back to mine I hear him murmur, "You taste so sweet, baby. So sweet…"
He kisses a trail of fire from my mouth, down my throat, across my collarbone and over the upper swell of my breast, finally finding his intended target, my nipple. My breath catches as his lips close over the already throbbing piece of flesh, and I can’t stop myself from taking two handfuls of his hair, once again delighting in its soft texture.
He’s laying beside me now, on my right side, his head and shoulders covering my upper body as he suckles on my left breast. His right hand traces the soft shallows of my body, moving to caress my right breast, driving me closer to the edge of sanity with each passing second. My hands are still in his hair, but my body is now fully in tune with his seduction and I’m beginning to squirm on the bed next to him as though I’m about to explode.
No longer able to remain passive in this, I boldly reach down and run the palm of my hand over the front of his cotton shorts. He’s already hard and I’m pleased at what I feel there. I hear him exhale sharply at my touch and I’m emboldened by his reaction. Leaning up on my right elbow, I kiss his neck and push him over onto his back. He moans softly as I caress him through the fabric again.
Chuckling, I withdraw my hand and he groans softly, "You don’t play fair, luv."
"Not a chance, Bloom," I say, moving to straddle his hips.
I lean down over him, throwing my hair over to the right of us, and begin to nibble on his right ear. His hands are resting on my hips and I feel them squeeze me as the tension in his body increases in response to my assault. It’s now my turn to drive him to the brink, as I kiss my way down the side of his neck, nipping him lightly with my teeth as I go. I slide down his body as my mouth moves lower, my legs sliding between his, and I intentionally press my breasts into him as I move.
I can feel his erection poking into my belly, and I press my weight into him a bit more to increase the pressure. I hear him gasp at the sensation and I can’t help but smile to myself. I love feeling this kind of feminine power. It’s very gratifying. I finally kiss my way down to his left nipple and give it a teasingly rough bite.
"Ouch! Little minx…" he says, his voice a husky whisper, but he makes no move to stop me.
I, however, am not stopping here. I continue kissing my way down his body, feeling the muscles of his abdomen tighten at the touch of my lips. His hands are tangled in my hair now and as I look up toward his face, I see that his eyes are closed and he’s wearing a very sexy smile. Encouraged, I kiss my way down to the waistband of his shorts and my tongue begins tracing along the upper edge, teasing him mercilessly.
"Mmmmm…" I hear as I repeatedly follow this path with the tip of my tongue.
I reach down between his legs and fully cup him, applying just the right amount of pressure to elicit the response I’m looking for. Before I can continue, he reaches down and grabs me under my arms, dragging me up the length of his body until our faces are level and I’m looking into his eyes.
He kisses me deeply and rolls me over onto my back, following this time. He presses his knee firmly between my thighs, demanding access. As my legs part, he sits up on his knees and I feel his hands caress my upper thighs. He runs his hands up my legs and I nearly scream when I feel his thumbs graze me through the satin of my thong. Shuddering and moaning with pleasure, it’s all I can do to keep from grabbing his hands and bringing them up to touch me fully.
He chuckles, almost a growl and says, "Easy, luv. I plan to take my time with you."
The groan of frustration that escapes my mouth sounds tortured and he takes hold of the sides of my thong, not pulling it off, just running his fingers under the strings at my hips, causing my skin to pebble with sensation. After what seems like an eternity he begins to pull the thing off me, and I can’t stop myself from lifting my hips up off the bed, eager to be rid of the pesky garment.
Once he pulls it down and off over my feet, he throws it off the side of the bed to join the previously discarded robe. His mouth caresses my tummy and I feel his tongue dart into my navel. He’s teasing me now, as he kisses his way over to first one hip, then the other, all the while being careful not to touch me where I want to be touched the most. In fact, he moves down to my thighs and kisses me on the insides of both of them. I resign myself to endure his sweet torture, sensing that the reward will be worth the wait.
He kisses his way down to my feet, and I’m startled as he begins to nibble and suck on my toes. I’ve never felt this before, and would’ve probably refused if he’s asked permission but to my surprise it’s quite erotic and he’s very good at it. I can feel myself getting wetter as he continues to drive me out of my head with wanting.
I can’t stand it any longer and I say-near begging-"Orli…please…"
He looks at me up the length of my body and I see the wicked gleam in his eyes as he raises his eyebrows and says, "Please what, luv?" He stops what he’s doing altogether and sits up and back on his heels waiting for my answer.
"Please. Touch me. Please?" I whimper, pleading with him to give me some relief.
"But I was touching you, baby…or did you have something more specific in mind?" he asks, plainly enjoying having me in this predicament.
So he wants to play like that does he? Instead of answering him, I bring my foot up and begin to caress his throbbing shaft with my toes through the fabric of his shorts. He gasps and his eyes snap shut, but he makes no move to stop me. He just sits there on his heels with his hands resting on his thighs.
I continue my erotic massage, watching his expression as it goes from pleasure to near pain and I say, "What do you think, Orli?" Even I’m shocked at how close to a pleasure purr that sounded and his eyes pop open, now burning with pure unbridled desire.
"I think that we’ve waited long enough is what I think, my sweet Adriana," he states firmly.
I watch with fascination as he raises up and reaches for the waistband of his shorts. I’m transfixed as the black cotton fabric slides down and reveals what I’ve yearned to see for so much longer than I’d ever dare to admit. As his length springs free from the restrictive garment, I feel a rush of desire to feel him in me. Now.
I reach out to touch him, my fingers gently touching the head. He’s uncircumcised, something I’ve never encountered, but rather than being weird, I find it to be fascinating and I begin to move the foreskin back and forth. His hips move toward me, and I know that he must like it, cause he's smiling and holding his breath.
His hand comes up and grabs my wrist, stopping me, as he says breathily, "Can’t take that right now, luv. You’ll have me spilling right here and now if you keep that up."
He removes my hand from himself and brings it up to his lips, kissing me gently on the backs of my knuckles once again.
"I need to feel you now though, baby. Are you ready?" he inquires, as always concerned for me over himself.
"Less talking, Bloom. Less talking…" I say and pull him forward over me, claiming his mouth in a hungry kiss.
This pulls his body down onto mine and I feel his hardness touching me, which nearly sends me over the edge right on the spot. He deepens the kiss further and I feel him reach between us, taking hold of himself and rubbing the head of his shaft into the vast wetness he’s created at my opening. I lift my knees up allowing him better access to me, willing to do nearly anything to feel him moving inside me. He lines himself up, aiming at my opening and I feel the head pressing there.
Once satisfied that he’s set for entry, he puts his hands on my hips and I feel him begin to penetrate very, very slowly. He stops with just the head inside me and his mouth moves down to lay heavenly kisses down the side of my neck, concentrating on the nerve enriched flesh located at the join of my neck and shoulder. He knows instinctively that this drives me crazy. Impatiently I wrap my legs around him, above his hips, locking my feet together in the small of his back and I begin to try to pull him deeper into me. He moves leisurely, only stopping once our hips finally meet. He lays there on me, enjoying the feeling of me adjusting to his presence in my body and it's sheer heaven, but I want him. Now!
Raising his head, he looks into my eyes and says, "Told you I wanted to take my time with you, luv, and I intend to."
He pulls back until he’s nearly out then strokes back in, my moan making him smile like a child with a new toy.
"Feel good, luv?" he asks, and I smile in return, my eyes sliding shut.
I’m sheathing him very tightly at this point and his own moan of pleasure tells me that it feels as good to him as it does to me. Once I’m adjusted to his size, I’m able to begin to participate, moving with him, demanding from him and I’m rewarded with his increased pace. My movements beneath him make it impossible for him to avoid the quickened pace and all at once we’re carried away with each other. I begin to rotate my hips in a way that appears to drive him crazy, and he kisses me again with desperation, his tongue commanding mine, as his body is commanding my own. I can feel him thicken and throb inside me, and I tighten my muscles around him, urging him on to his release.
As I concentrate on pleasing him, I’m suddenly aware that my own body is tensing in preparation for what promises to be a blinding orgasm.
"Mmmmm…that’s it, luv, come for me. I want to make you come, baby," he whispers into my ear and I feel his thrusts become harder and faster, more demanding. I work equally hard toward my own climax and driving him to his; then suddenly I feel the world explode into a million tiny pieces.
I hear a hoarse yelp of "Yes, luv. Yes…" from him, then I’m coming harder than I’d known was possible.
"Oh God…Orlando…Ohhhh…"
2:35 A.M.
"Oh God…Orlando…Ohhhh…" What?! What the hell? Oh shit! I was dreaming. What a dream it was too. God! I’m actually blushing. How loud was I? If he heard me I’ll die, that’s all there is to it.
Think I’ll go take a nice cold shower.
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