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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.

Lying beside you
Listening to you breathe
The life that flows inside of you
Burns inside of me
Hold and speak to me
Of love without a sound
Tell me you will live through this
And I will die for you
Cast me not away
Say you'll be with me
For I know I cannot
Bear it all alone

"You're not alone, honey."
"Never... Never."

Can't fight it all away
Can't hope it all away
Can't scream it all away
It just won't fade away, No

~Evanescence

3:45 PM (Morocco Time)

I knew it. Just when I thought maybe, just maybe I could trust someone. See? You see now why I won’t let him in? He is too dangerous. He means too much. I can’t take it. Being near him is like standing in a furnace. He burns me to a crisp and leaves me wanting more. I have to get out of here. I can’t do this.

Why, then, can I not manage to move from this spot? I haven’t moved since he left. Curiosity is tearing me up and I just want to know where they are; what they’re doing. I hate her. I really do. There is no reason for me to feel that way toward her, except that she treated Orli so badly.

He’s such a fool when it comes to her. I remember the drinking and womanizing that followed that break up. Trust me; you wouldn’t have wanted to be there for that stage of his life. Not pretty at all, and by some miracle Fiona was able to keep it out of the media. I think she called in some really big favors there.

Thankfully I don’t have a tear left in me. I don’t want them to come back here and see me like this. Oh shit! What if they do come back here? So help me God I will die if that happens. Fuck! I just want to crawl into a hole and die. Knowing my luck I’d just piss off a gopher or something.

Damn. There’s the door. Maybe if I just pretend to be asleep he’ll go away. If he’s alone that is. Hell, he may not even come in here if she’s with him. Bitch.

I’ll just pretend to be asleep anyway. Shit! There he is. At my door. Please go away. Please.

“Baby? You asleep?” I hear that beautiful voice say. I can hear him walking over to the bed, but I just remain as still as a corpse. I am hoping that he’ll just give up and let me ‘sleep’.

“Baby? Wake up, luv. I really need to talk to you.” he says in a husky voice. I feel him reach out and his hand closes over my shoulder. He gently begins to shake me, trying to wake me up. So much for thinking the boy had suddenly given up being persistent. It is one of his more annoying qualities, but most likely why he’s a star right now.

“Mmmrph?” I mumble, doing my best imitation of someone who has been awoken from a deep sleep.

Peeking at him through one slitted eye, I am looking into the face of the man that I now know I am falling head over heels in love with. I don’t really know when or how it happened. I have worked so hard to keep my feelings in check. Love is the very last thing I need in my life. Especially love that involves one Orlando Bloom.

“Baby? I need you to wake up luv. I sent Liz home. She isn’t happy, but she’s gone. I need you to understand that I am so sorry for hurting you. All I ever want to do is make you happy.” His voice is shaking with his next words and they come out so softly that I almost believe that I misunderstood him. “Adriana…I love you.” he says, his eyes brimming with unshed tears.

He looks so pathetic sitting there on the verge of crying that all of my anger vanishes and I am once again under his spell. He glances down and a single tear escapes his eye, falling to the comforter. I reach up to caress his cheek and suddenly I’m pulling him to me, wrapping my arms around him and holding him as tightly as I can.

The last threads of his composure snap, and he is suddenly weeping in my embrace, his body wracked with the weight of his sobs. This is a side of Orlando that I’ve not dealt with before, so I am treading on unfamiliar ground. Not knowing what else to do I reach under his chin and pull his face up so that I can look into his eyes. I’m not sure exactly when I made my next decision, but once it was made I knew there would be no turning back.

Wiping away the fresh tears with a fingertip, I bring my lips to his and begin to kiss him very softly. The tenderness I feel for him is apparent in my gesture, and he returns my kiss gingerly. Our mouths open simultaneously, and our tongues touch very tentatively. We are so unsure of ourselves at this point that it’s almost comical. We’re like two virgins, learning the ropes together.

It doesn’t take too long before that kiss ignites a slow fire within me. I want this to happen. I know now that I always have, but have been too scared to allow it. Reluctantly I pull away from his lips. Such a beautiful mouth. How have I resisted him until now?

He looks at me, searching my eyes for the rejection he must be certain will now follow. Something in my gaze must show the level of my desire, because his look softens and he gives me the sweetest smile I have ever seen, fresh tears welling in his eyes.

“I love you baby.” he says again. Those words are like music to me, but I’m not ready to say them back to him yet.

“I know, Orli. I know.” I say. I gently push back on him and sit up on the bed. He starts to get up off the bed, but I catch his hands in mine and pull him back to a seated position in front of me as I sit up on both knees.

Looking into his eyes, I begin to unbutton his shirt, making a mental note to ask him what the hell the huge brown stain on it is. He looks down at my hands as if he has never seen anyone doing something like that before, then looks back up at me with a question in his eyes. He starts to say something, but I place a finger over his lips to silence him.

“Shhhh. No more talking Bloom.” I tell him as I reach the last button on his oxford.

Pulling the shirt open, I slide it back off his arms and he helps me to get the pesky garment the rest of the way off. I toss it to the floor and reach for the hem of my t-shirt. Pulling it up over my head, I am very conscious of the fact that I’m not wearing a bra and the cool air that assails my skin causes me to break out in goose bumps. As my face comes out of the shirt I am looking at Orli again, only his gaze is fixed on my bare breasts. He licks his lips in a decidedly provocative manner, and reaches out to touch me.

His touch is gentle, questing, but I am going out of my mind with desire by now and so I take hold of his hand and bring it my breast, letting him know that I want his touch. That’s all the encouragement he needs to abandon all shyness. His left hand closes over my breast and he brings his other hand up behind my neck, pulling my face to his.

His kiss is so intense that I cannot breathe half way through it, and I find my hands making their way to his lap. I instantly feel his arousal pressing at the zipper of his jeans and I want to free him to my touch.

“Mmmmm.” he breathes into my mouth. Oh yes. This is going to happen. My God! I have never wanted anyone this much in my life.

I unsnap his jeans just as he breaks the contact with my mouth. His eyes are clouded with desire and he is all but panting trying to catch his breath from our kiss.

He stands up in order to help facilitate the removal of the rest of his clothing, kicking off his shoes in the process. I’m quick to unzip his jeans, slipping my hands into them and onto his behind, easing the material down and off his hips. As the denim pants fall to pool at his feet, he steps out of them and climbs back onto the bed, kneeling on one leg in front of me.

I’m still sitting up on both knees and this puts us basically eye-to-eye, which is very good indeed. He has the most breathtakingly beautiful, soulful eyes I have ever seen and right now they are filled with desire and love. I smile at him and reach out to touch his face again, stroking his cheek tenderly. He turns his face into my palm and lays a very enticing kiss there. This nearly undoes me and I am once again burning for him.

He reaches out and pulls me to him, bringing our bodies into tight contact from the thighs up, my breasts pressing into his chest. The feeling of his throbbing arousal pressing into my belly is quite exciting, and I reach between us to stroke him through the fabric of his shorts. I hear his breath catch at my touch and I smile wantonly at him.

He crosses his eyes, letting me know just exactly how far gone he is, and I laugh at his comical behavior.

“Laughing at me are you? We’ll see about that.” he says, his voice full of male bravado.

I’m about to make a comment to that effect when suddenly I cannot remember how to talk at all. I feel his fingers touching me through the sheer satin of my thong and I moan loudly at his touch. I have to grasp his shoulders to steady myself, so expertly is he coaxing very specific reactions from me. He hasn’t even moved his fingers under the thin fabric yet, and already I am dripping wet with my wanting of him.

“What? No laughter now? What’s wrong, luv? Cat got your tongue?” he says sarcastically, stroking his finger along the entire length of my opening and then finding the target that he was seeking. He begins to rub that tiny button of sensitive flesh at the top of my folds with such agonizing precision that I am soon gasping and moaning his name, all thoughts of laughing having been completely banished.

I drop my head onto his shoulder as I surrender completely to his touch. He is playing my body like a master musician and there is nothing I can do but hum along to his tune. In moments I am moving with his rhythm, my hips rocking forward of their own volition, seeking to increase the friction and pace of his attentions.

He senses that I am nearing completion and withdraws his hand from between my legs. I cry out at the loss of contact and am about to complain rather loudly when he covers my mouth with his in a searing kiss that causes all thought to leave me. He puts his right hand on my lower back and gently eases me down onto the mattress, only breaking the kiss once I am laying back to his satisfaction. Sliding down to take my left nipple into his mouth he teases the stiffened peak mercilessly with his tongue and teeth and nips it before moving over to the other to repeat his actions on that side.

His hands are roaming over my body at this point and all I can do is lay here just enjoying all of the attention. He has rendered me completely passive in this, my mind so clouded by desire that I cannot even form a coherent thought.

I close my eyes and feel him kissing his way down my body, his tongue licking and flicking the flesh as he goes. He stops to dip that tongue into my naval and a growl of pleasure escapes my throat. As he moves lower, I feel his hands on my hips and I look down at him to see him looking back at me up the length of my body with the most lascivious smile on his lips that I have ever seen.

He waggles his eyebrows at me and then grabs the sides of my thong. He begins to slide that tiny piece of material down my legs and I swear it seems to be taking a year for the thing to come off. I want to grab him by the hair and pull him back up to me.

He must’ve picked up on my impatience, because he grins at me wickedly and moves even more slowly, kissing my inner thighs with devilish intensity and taking his sweet time reaching the apex at their center.

As he moves slowly up my body, he manages to get his arms under my legs, drawing them up over his shoulders. This opens me up before him like a flower opening to the sun and he lazily licks a streak of fire up the flesh that lies between my center and my inner thigh. It’s more than I can take and I tell him as much.

“Please Orli. Don’t tease me. I’ve waited so long…so long. Mmmmmm…” my last sentence is drowned by my moan of pure pleasure as he drops his mouth to my folds and begins to show me that teasing was not what he had in mind. He runs his tongue all the way up, licking me fully from bottom to top and then I feel his lips close around my clit and I nearly pass out from the sensation.

He begins a maddening rhythm of sucking and licking on that little piece of flesh that sets me further afire, but does not allow me to go over the edge. It’s as though he can tell when I’m close and he changes his pattern just enough to keep me on the brink without letting me go. I am past being able to complain about it, so I just lay here writhing and moaning, hands in his hair as if to guide him in his endeavor.

He raises his head just a bit and I feel his hands there. He touches me with his index finger and I sigh as I feel it enter me very slowly. My muscles tighten around him immediately and I hear him groan a bit, obviously wishing it was another part of himself that was within me at that moment. My body rapidly adjusts to the new invasion and he begins to move the finger in and out of my channel.

By this time I am quite wet, so on his next stroke in he adds another finger and increases his pace just a little. The new sensations are wonderful and I open my eyes and look at him trying to convey all the emotions I’m feeling to him in one glance. In answer, he lowers his mouth to me again and I feel him take hold of my clit again. There is no teasing this time as he works his mouth and hand in tandem to drive me towards the pinnacle of satisfaction that I want to reach so badly.

My muscles begin contracting rapidly, squeezing his fingers tightly within my channel and he can tell that I’m drawing near. He increases his attentions in earnest and I begin to squirm under his touch.

“Oh yes…yes. There. Please…please. Don’t stop. That’s it. Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh Ooooorrrrllllliiiiii!!!!” I scream as I achieve the most gorgeous climax of my life. He continues to stroke his fingers inside my convulsing center for a few seconds and then he pulls my legs down from his shoulders and rises up on his knees. In one quick motion he strips his own underwear down and off, casually tossing them to the floor to join his other clothes.

The aftershocks of my orgasm haven’t even subsided when I feel his swollen head at my entrance. He’s holding my hips to steady me for his entrance, but he’s looking into my eyes as though asking for permission. Unable to form words, I pull his face down to mine and deliver a scorching kiss of my own.

He needs no further prompting and I feel the warm slow sliding of his entry. He is very gentle, knowing that I am still very sensitive following my recent climax, and he pushes himself in by small increments until our bodies are touching in the most intimate way possible.

Instead of beginning to move inside me right away, he brushes my lips lightly seeking to enter me there as well. My lips part to accept his tongue and he kisses me slowly and tenderly. He pulls his face back just a bit and looks into my eyes and I see his love for me burning brightly in their depths. There are no words for the feelings I have at the moment as I realize that I am making love for the first time in my life.

I’ve had sex, even with someone that I thought I loved, but I have never been so overcome with pure joy and love like this. At this moment I know that I never want to be anywhere else again as long as I live. Taking a deep breath, I finally tell him what has been apparent to me for a very long time.

“I love you Bloom,” I tell him as tears slide down my cheeks. I repeat the words, not only to make sure he understands that I mean them, but also because it feels so right to say them to him. “I love you.”

“I know baby. I know,” he says, gently teasing me with my own earlier response.

He kisses me again and we begin to move together in unison, slowly getting to know each other in this intimate dance of ours. I wrap my legs around his waist, lightly locking my ankles together behind him and I move into his thrusts, causing him to squeeze his eyes shut tightly. He moves deeper and more quickly within me and our passions mount together, building toward the ecstasy that we are both aiming for.

I start to undulate my hips in a circular motion and a low moan escapes his lips at the new sensation. I feel him begin to swell inside me and I know that he is nearing his own climax. The knowledge creates a yearning inside me as well and I know that I am going to have another blinding orgasm.

As we both quicken our pace our breathing accelerates in tandem and we move together as though we had done this many times, but the newness we are experiencing in each other is sweeter than anything either of us has ever known and our bond is forged within the mutual fire we are stoking.

He seeks out and finds that spot within me, the tiny bundle of nerves that is so sensitive to the right kind of attention and he angles his strokes in such a way that he hits it with each inward thrust. I moan and begin to feather light kisses on his throat. I trail my lips down to the nerve enriched flesh at the join of his neck and shoulder and begin to nibble and suck there.

Apparently he finds this added feeling very appealing, as his thrusts become more and more demanding. His hands slide under my bottom and I feel him pulling me into him. It’s as though he can’t get enough of feeling me. I know that I can’t get enough of him either and so I arch my back and drive my hips toward his with each stroke.

I feel his breath hot on my ear as he whispers, “Come to me Adriana. You are so beautiful. So hot and tight. I want to make you come, baby.”

The answering shudder that he receives is enough to send him over the edge and I feel him begin to throb inside me. My own body begins to tremble and I can feel the beginning of my climax.

“I’m right here Orli. Please. Now Orlando. Oooohhh yesssssssss!” and with that I am flung into a universe of pleasure once again. At the same instant he howls his own release.

“Oh Adriana. Ooohhh...” and I feel him spending inside me. There is no describing the erotic feeling of that. I very nearly climax again just from the feeling of him throbbing and pulsing within me.

We lay entangled in each others arms for a long moment. He kisses me tenderly on the mouth and then rests his forehead against mine looking deeply into my eyes, which are glistening with renewed tears. Tears of joy this time.

“I love you, baby. So much,” he says, his voice shaky and slightly rough sounding because of his recent exertion.

“And I love you, Bloom,” I reply without hesitation, finally realizing that the truth has been here all along.

*****

A/N: Don’t think for one minute that this story is over. Far from it…
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