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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.

When we met light was shed
Thoughts free
flow you said you've got something
Deep inside of you
A wind chime
voice sounds
Sway your hips round rings true
It goes deep inside of
you
These secret garden beams
Changed my life so it seems
A fall
breeze blows outside
I don't break stride
Thoughts are warm, and
they go
Deep inside of you

And I never felt alone,
alright
Till I met you

~Third Eye
Blind

6:40 AM (Morocco)
My God this shower feels good. Being in the same clothes for twenty-four hours is not one of my favorite things, but being here with her isn’t topping my list right now either. I still haven’t figured out how I’m supposed to carry on as though nothing’s happened. Really glad it’s Sunday. Don’t have to work today. In fact, I’ve nothing this week at all…I was going to take the time and really take care of baby this week, but that doesn’t seem to be likely now. So far as I can tell, she hasn’t left her room since we got back here on Friday night. I would go to her, but I’m not sure what I would say. Um…hi…look, I know you just shot me down in flames and all…but…I’m here for you if you need me. Riiiight. Okay. That’s done. Now let’s see if I can get some sleep, shall we?
As I walk out of the bathroom drying my hair I hear a “Whoa” and the sound of someone dodging out of the way.
I pull the towel down from my head and look into her beautiful emerald green eyes; eyes that are red and puffy. Eyes that have cried a million tears. I hope that shower took care of my own eyes. Did some crying myself the past few hours.
“Heya baby. You’re the last person I expected to find here. Is everything ok?” I ask, trying to sound as casual as I can given the circumstances.
She has dark circles under her eyes, much like the ones I brought her here to get rid of. Damn. Where did all this go wrong?
“No, Orli. Nothing is ok and you know it. I want to talk to you…need to talk to you…before any more time passes.” she says, breathlessly; as though she had to say it fast or not at all.
This is my chance to show her that I am right as rain about the entire situation. Here goes.
“If you need to talk, I’m always here luv, you know that. In fact, I’m glad you want to talk. I hate this horrible silence, baby. It’s killing me.”
Bugger it all to hell. I could’ve left off the part about it killing me, couldn’t I?
“I owe you an explanation, Orli. The whole ‘I don’t date actors’ thing is far less than you deserve, and I realize that now.”
About bloody time, innit luv?
“If you’ll let me, I’ll tell you everything, but I’m warning you now…it could be messy,” she says with a voice that is already shaky.
I see the tears forming in her eyes and she turns her back to me, dropping her head. God I want to hold her. I want to make it all go away.
She’s not yours to hold...get over it
Instead, I walk over and put my hands up on her shoulders and say “Take your time, baby. I have all the time in the world for you. I’m not going anywhere…”
Ever…
She reaches up and wipes her face, then begins to explain her story to me. The bastard that led her on, how wonderful she thought their romance had been, and the devastating effect his ‘revelation’ had on her. What a blighter he is. If I see him, there’s no telling what I might do. I can’t believe that prick had the nerve to suggest that they marry anyway. Didn’t he do enough damage with the first blow? Just had to finish her off. Bloody bastard.
I manage to sit her down in one of my wing-back chairs so that I can at least put on something besides a towel. I listen as she tells me the whole gory tale, only leaving her side to go and fix her a brandy. I don’t think she even noticed that I’d left. As she finally winds down I begin to tidy the room. I want to give her a bit of space, since she’s just unloaded quite a lot of baggage. Not something one recovers from quickly and I don’t want to make her regret having told me. I pick up the waste bin from near the bed and bring it over so I can pick up the enormous mound of tissues she’s left by the foot of the chair. Just as I come over I see that she’s already begun to pick them up.
She grins and says “Great minds, huh?”
I can’t help but smile at her. She almost sounded like her old self there for a second. As soon as she sees my smile, fresh tears form in her eyes and she looks away again. What did I do now? Damn. I wish this stuff came with some kind of instructions or care manual.
“So do you think I’m damaged goods now, Orli?” she asks, a touch of sarcasm dripping from her voice.
“I think I’m gonna kill that sonofabitch the next time I see him, is what I think, baby. Any damage that was done can be laid squarely at his feet, and it’s nothing you should feel any guilt or shame about. Damn, luv, I only wish you’d confided in me sooner. I could’ve made this alright so long ago.”
As I finish my statement I’m kneeling down beside her as she sits in the chair. She drops her head, avoiding my searching gaze again and I know that this is not the time to press her any further than she’s already pushed herself.
Standing up and pulling her up with me I say “Come here, luv,” I embrace her, but in a purely comforting way. “I think you need some sleep Adriana. Let’s get you to bed, yeah?” I say as I lead her out my door and across the living room into her own quarters.
Taking in her current attire I ask “Are you going to be comfortable sleeping like that, baby?”
“Not really,” comes her sleepy reply, but instead of excusing herself to change like I expected her to do, she simply reaches up and unsnaps her jeans and pulls them off.
Imagining her bare bum with that thong on is almost more than I can take and I feel a light blush as I push the thought away.
I watch as she climbs the two steps up to the huge bed, then she turns and says “Orli? Would you stay with me until I fall asleep? I could really use the company.”
She gives me this face…you know…the one girls use to get what they want? Worked like a charm.
“How can I say no to that face, luv?” I ask, grinning at her as I walk over and pull back her side of the covers.
She climbs in and I crawl over to the other side, resisting the urge to plant a kiss on her rosebud mouth. I had intended to stay on the outside of the covers, staying only until she fell asleep, then leaving her to go to my own bed and try to get some sleep myself. She had other ideas.
“Would you hold me, Orli? I think I could go to sleep if you did,” she asks, and the sheer lack of pretense in her request makes it impossible for me to say no.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, in preparation for what I’m about to put myself through, then say “Sure, baby. Anything for you.”
I pull back the covers on my side and slide under. I pull her close, and in moments she proves what I’ve suspected all along. We fit together perfectly. She fits her body to my side and nestles in as though she’s always done it. I’ve never been the ‘cuddly’ type, but my God! She feels wonderful. I settle back against the pillow and try not to jump as I feel her leg slide between mine, her hand coming to rest on my abdomen.
Bloody hell...I really want to feel those fingers…elsewhere. In a matter of minutes I hear the slow steady breathing that tells me she’s fallen asleep. What I don’t know is how I’m ever going to get to sleep with this fantasy come to life right beside me.
Whatever the case, at least I feel as though I may not be completely out of the race now. She would never have told me that story unless she’d reconsidered…would she?
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