Ophelia

Orlando got out of the taxi and took the elevator to Ophelia's floor. He was exhausted; he had finished filming earlier that morning and had taken a plane right to Toronto. He just hoped she would listen to him,so that he could rest, he needed to sleep really badly. He knocked on her apartment door but got no answer.

"Ophelia." He called through the door. He didn't care if he bothered the neighbours. "Ophelia, its Lando. Open up please."

There was no answer and when he laid his ear against the door, he couldn't hear moving around. He sighed and went back downstairs. He managed to hail another cab and had it bring him to the salon Ophelia worked at.

They pulled up in front of a trendy looking shop with bold red and black lettering on the front window, it said "Tomas' Hair Salon." He took a deep breath and walked inside. Waiting for a blow dryer to hit him in the head at any moment. There was a pretty blonde at the reception table. She smiled at him and then frowned when she realized who he was.

"You Hollywood types, are real bastards." She told him. He smiled sarcastically.

"Yeah. There has been a big mistake and If you could just tell Ophelia I am here, I can clear it all up."

"Well I'll tell her, but she is pissed and I don't blame her I hope she hits you with a hot curling iron." The blonde said before she flounced off. After a moment he clearly heard Ophelia say.

"Motherfucker." He smiled, even though she was pissed at him, he still loved her foul mouth. Blondie flounced back and told him,

"She's with a client. Her first free appointment is 3:15, would you like to book?"

"She's making me book an appointment? Jesus." He said getting a little agnry himself. He had done nothing wrong, she had jumped to conclusions and now she was going to make him wait an hour to se her?

"Fine, I could do with a trim." He said running his hand through his short brown curls.

"Fine you can sit over there while you wait." She pointed to a leather chair and couch set in the corner of the waiting area. He sat on the couch and tried to read a magazine, but within a few minutes he was fast asleep.

Ophelia finished her client's hair and walked out with her to collect the money and book another appointment. She almost fainted when she saw Orlando on the couch asleep. She was instantly transported back to their tent and all the hours she had watched him sleep.

"What's he doing here?" She asked Tawny.

"He booked an appointment. Wants a trim."

"I'll give him a trim alright." Ophelia shot him a dirty look.

"Too bad he's an asshole, Ophelia. He really is cute." Tawny said.

"Yeah I know." Then Ophelia left to go rinse the colour off her other client's hair.


At 3:15 she walked over to Orlando and shook his arm, she felt like electricity shot up her arm, she still wanted him. "Wake up Bloom." His eyelids fluttered and he looked at her in confusion, before jumping up.

"Ophelia. I've missed you." He said.

"I bet." She muttered before turning her back and walking off. He followed her to the sink and sat down. She placed a towel around his neck and turned the water on to cold, before she sprayed his head.

"Shit. Thats cold." He said.

"Oh sorry." She replied but didn't warm the water up any. She added the shampoo to his hair and began to wash it. Despite her anger she was enjoying touching him again. His eyes were closed and he made a quiet groan and she knew he liked it too. She continued to massage his scalp, entranced by her finger entertwined with his soft hair. He opened his chocolate brown eyes and stared into hers.

"Ophelia." Was all he said. She looked away and rinsed out his hair with cold water, he winced but made no complaints. She towel dried his hair and led him to her staion, where she put a cutting cape over him to keep the hair off his clothes.

"Just a trim?" She asked.

"Yes please." He answered looking at her in the mirror, now afraid she would hack off all his hair in revenge. Her long brown hair was held back in a clip, she had bags under her eyes. He felt like shit to be the cause of her losing sleep. He noticed her hands shook slightly while she cut his hair. He was nervous too. She couldn't look at him. If she did she would break down and cry, so she kept her eyes on his hair and avoided those eyes.

"It was my sister Samantha, she was staying with me." He told her quietly. Her hands stilled for a moment before they started cutting once more.

"Your sister? You couldn't come up with anything more original than that?" She asked him.

"I'm telling the truth. We can phone her right now, she will tell you. I've never lied to you Ophelia." She said nothing but continued cutting. "Since the day you challenged me to that swim test there has been no other woman. You haunt my dreams and my every waking thought. It took me 20 tries to get a scene right the other day. I kept calling my character's girlfriend Ophelia."

She smiled slightly, but didn't meet his eyes.

"Please call Sam, she will tell you the truth. She has never lied for me and she wouldn't start now. Opheila, if I didn't care, would I have come all the way here on my only day off? I've had night shoots for 2 weeks and I came straight here from the set, I am exhausted but I need you more than I need sleep." She didn't say anything but finished his hair and put gel in it it style it. She shook off the cape, showed him his hair in the mirror and led him to the register. He was dejected, she wasn't going to forgive him. He pulled out some money to pay her but she stopped him. She handed him a set of keys.

"Here, go get some sleep. We'll talk later." He realised she was giving him the keys to her apartment. He nodded and walked towards the door.

"I love you Ophelia." He said just before he left.

"I love you too Bloom." She replied and he felt like he could fly if he wasn't so damn tired.

Orlando was dreaming; it was a great dream, Ophelia was kissing his neck and face, while whispering "Wake up Lando". Finally he hards her say. "Wake the fuck up Bloom."

His eyes shot open and he saw her straddling him. Her hair was free of the clip and was hanging around her shoulders. She had changed into a white tank top and a pair of flannel shorts. He could see she wasn't wearing a bra. "Finally I thought you were gonna sleep forever." She said, running her hands along his shoulders.

"I feel like I could sleep forever." He replied, enjoying her touch.

"I'm only going to say one thing Orlando. If I find out you cheated on me or that you lied to me I will hurt you." She told him.

"Okay, I am telling the truth it was my sister. I love you Ophelia." He pulled her down to him so he could kiss her. She opened her mouth and let his tongue slide over hers. His hand moved down to her bottom and pressed her down onto his errection.

"Fuck I missed you." She told him, kissing his chest. Silently thanking God, that he had gone to bed shirtless. She gently bit his nipples and flicked her tongue over them, hearining him moan and grip her ass tighter. She sat back up and pulled the tank top over her head, grinding against his hard on.

"Okay fast this time, slow next time." He said. Flipping her on her back and pulling her shorts off. He was only wearing boxers and pulled them down around his knees. "Condoms?" He asked her desperately. She reached into the nightstand while he kissed her neck and sucked on her breast. She dropped most of them on the floor due to that but managed to hold onto one of them. He grabbed it from her hand and tore the package open, put the condom on and quickly entered her. She gasped as he filled her.

"Jesus, Lando that feels so good." She said before she bit his shoulder. He began to rock in and out of her, enjoying the whimpers and moans she made. Remembering when she had muffeld them so the others in the campground wouldn't hear. Her nails raked down his back and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing up to meet his thrusts. He couldn't hold back any longer and he came, laying his head against hers and breathing heavily.

"Can I wake up to that everytime?" He asked her. She smiled and kissed him.

"Play your cards right and you can."