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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.

Chapter 11

Heaven's just a rumor she'll
dispel.
As she walks me through the nicest parts of hell.
I still dream of
lips I never should have kissed.
Well she knows exactly what I can't
resist

I'm still caught up in another of her spells.
Well she's
turning me into someone else.
Everyday I hope and pray this will end.
But
when I can I do it all again

~Nine Inch Nails

1:00 A.M. (Morocco)
How can she look so mad and still make me want to take her in my arms and kiss her like she's never been kissed? Well, I don't think that's going to be happening. Not right now anyway. I need to sit down. This may take awhile.
I walk back over and sit in one of the two chairs in my room, saying, "Why don't you come sit down, baby. This may take a bit."
When I stop talking, I put my head in my hands, elbows on my knees and try to organize my thoughts. I have to get this right the first time, cause she won't give me a second chance. I hear her cross in front of me and sit down in the chair on my right.
No sooner does she sit, then I hear her say, "Well? I'm waiting. What just happened, Orli? Whatever possessed you to kiss me like that? I mean, why me?" The tone in her voice tells me that she wants an answer. Now.
I look up at her, her green eyes piercing as they stare back at me. Clearing my throat, I begin to tell her what I hope won't lead to the end of our friendship.
Reluctantly I say, "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 its likely to shock you." I look away and take a deep breath then continue. "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...like you do."
Her eyes widen and she's visibly shaken by this revelation.
"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" her hand motions down her body and my eyes follow like obedient slaves, delighting in her once again, "if you recall, I invited you to come with us. It was you that stayed home."
The heat of anger is beginning to burn in her eyes, but it's all I can do not to jump for joy! It wasn't a date! They're friends! Old friends. Nothing more!
I stand up and walk over to the fireplace, putting a hand up on the mantle, hiding the smile I can't seem to get rid of.
She knew him... Just friends...
"You know him then?" I ask. I know she just said as much, but I want to hear her say it again.
"That's what I just said. I've known Bryan for" her voice falters here "a very long time. We were in the same circle of friends for awhile, and I haven't seen him in about five years. It was great to see him again and I will not apologize for it," she says hotly.
Looking into her eyes, I can't help but wince at the anger I see, and I tell her, "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" my turn to falter "I wanted to be the one you were having fun with."
With that said, my eyes slide shut. It's now that I'm going to find out if she's going to forgive me or not. I don't think even I knew how unsure of her decision I'd be, until now.
She counters with her own questions, "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 can hear the hurt in her voice and I have to force myself not to put my arms around her, offering her some small comfort, but judging by the glare she's giving me, I'd likely lose a limb if I tried.
I can't help but grin at her as I say, "Same reason you told me not to wait up, luv."
She pales a bit and raises an eyebrow at me, though she doesn't try to deny that it'd been an attempt to make me mad. Worked too, didn't it?
"And that kiss, Orli? Why'd you do that?" she asks, once again completely unaware of how she effects me. I decide to give her the complete unvarnished truth.
"That's simple now, innit luv? It's something I've wanted to do since the moment I met you."
The shock on her face speaks volumes about how unaware of my attraction she was. She begins to blush, the heat crawling slowly up from her chest, and she's even lovelier as a result.
She's suddenly very interested in the floor, very obviously not looking at me.
I step over to her and lift her face so I can see her eyes as I say, "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."
This admission is a bit embarrassing in it's honesty, but it's true and I want to be straight with her, yeah?
Her eyes glisten with newly formed, unshed tears and she says, "Never wanted to 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?"
And if I pick you, luv?
She just won't give herself any credit and she's not giving me much at the moment either. Being beautiful is part of it but she's so much more. She's smart, witty, challenging, sharp, honest and most of all she's real. In my line of work that's a rare commodity indeed. All of this passes through my mind as I look at her, but I think I've made quite enough confessions for one day, so I leave it all unsaid. I drop down to one knee in front of her and kiss the back of her hand. Her skin is so soft, and smells so sweet that I keep my lips pressed to her knuckles a bit longer than is absolutely necessary.
There's a different heat beginning to burn in her eyes as I say, "Baby, please forgive me for acting like a complete wanker. If I could, I'd erase the past twenty-four hours completely."
Except for breakfast...oh...and that kiss...
Standing, I pull her to her feet in front of me. We're standing very close, and my urge to embrace her is almost overwhelming.
Instead, I step back and say, "I've got an early call this morning luv, so if you'll excuse me, I need to get a couple hours of sleep before then."
"Sure, Orli. I should do the same," she says and turns to leave.
I really don't want her to go, so I say "Baby?"
She turns and looks over her shoulder at me, which is astoundingly sexy.
All I can think of at this point is, "Sweet dreams, luv."
I take in the view one more time, knowing that she'll feature prominently in my dreams... Again...
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