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The Student	By : Faline Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 4010 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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THE SEQUAL!!! DUN DUN DUHHHHH!!!!

"Aphelia Celeste Bloom, put that down right this instant! What have I told you about sticking things into power outlets? Don’t pout at me young lady or you won’t get any movie time tonight."

I listened as my loving wife and my darling daughter squabbled about the facts of life, yet again. Aphelia, or Lia for short, was the spitting image of her father. Willful, dark-haired, and dark-eyed. She was daddy’s little angel.

"Daddy. Tell mummy to let me watch the movie tonight please?" My little girl ran into liviliving room and jumped on my lap before I had the chance to move the paper I was reading. She crushed it of course.

"Why did she say you wouldn’t be allowed to watch it?"

"I was sticking tings in the power owtlets again."

"Do you supposed there’s a reason for not doing that dear?"

"So I won’t get hurt again?"

"That’s right. We don’t want that to happen again, do we?" She grinned up at me, proudly displaying the gap in her teeth where she had been hit by a baseball. "Now, go tell your mother your sorry." She kissed me on the cheek quickly, hopped down, and ran back towards the kitchen.

Laura made a fuss about something else before they were finally square with each other again and I could only smile. She handled our children like she handled me. With a firm hand and a pat on the ass when we deserved it. My son, Tobin, teetered into the room on his chubby little legs. When he spotted me, he giggled happily and I stood, picking him up with me.

"How’s my little bugger today?" I asked him the same question I asked every day. And he gave me the same adorable answer.

"I good daddy."

Life was good. Life was very good.

I carried my youngest to the kitchen, where my wife was trying to put together a decent lunch for us all. I kissed her on the cheek before putting little Tobin back in his high chair and taking a seat at the table.

"Is everything all set completely with the limo tonight? We don’t need any repeats of last year, now do we?"

I laughed at the memory of having to drive up to the last awards show we had been at in our nice little family car, the jetta. That had been interesting. Oh, The stories in the paper were hilarious!

"Yes love. Everything is just as planned. We just need to get you in your dress, me in that horrible tux you’re making me wear and these little rascals off to your sister’s."

She nodded, her backll tll to me. There was a thick steam rising up around her head and it was making her hair frizz beyond all belief. I rose and crossed the room to her. Wrapping my arms tightly around her, I set my chin on her shoulder. "What time is your hair appointment?"

"Two, why?"

"Oh, just thought you might want to go and spend a good ten minutes controlling the curls before you go and have someone curl them all again for you."

She looked at the clock and swore under her breath. She tried to keep it quiet, but Lia still heard and shouted the naughty word at the top of her lungs. Laura groaned behind me. "Don’t worry about it. I’ll feed these munchkins and you go and get your hair done."

"I don’t know what I would do with out you Orlando." She kissed my lips softly.

"You’d be a boring old Latin major still stuck in a paradise called New Zealand I bet."

She laughed theatrically. "It’s so funny cuz it’s so true!"

Lia yelled the word again and I scooped her up in my arms. "Now love. We don’t use that kind of language because it scares away Santa Clause . . . and then you wouldn’t get any presents at Christmas time. Do you want that to happen?"

She fell silent immediately, and gazed up at me, her large, owlish eyes growing a few fractions larger. Shaking her head mutely, she kept her eyes glued to my face. When I laughed at her lovable expression, she immediately smiled, knowing everything was all right.

Laura watched the whole thing and when the two of us were done, she kissed me again and kissed Lia on the head. "Alright you two. Behave while I’m gone."

My daughter and I answered that we would in unison and Laura left the room laughing. Lia laughed with her and pointed over my shoulder. "THE PAN DADDY!"

I turned and quickly pulled the boiling liquid on the stove off the heat and successfully stopping the over flowing foam. Whew. Disasteridedided. Ten points for me.

How I had managed to catch a beautiful, talented, caring, sometimes stubborn, always willful, yet completely kind woman like Laura was beyond me. She was everything I listed and more. And the tight green dress she was wearing reminded me that she was still, above all, a sensuous and sexy individual.

"So, how do I look?"

"Stunning. Absolutely fucking gorgeous."

Laura stepped down the last few steps and I pulled her into my arms, ravishing her mouth before she could protest. "That is by far the most tempting outfit I’ve ever seen you in. And I truly mean that."

She grinned up at me cheekily and swatted my shoulder. "Oh shut up. Let’s go, we’re late as it is." Kissing her lips quickly, I lead her out of our front hallway, our dress shoes clicking on the marble floor.

I took a deep breath, trying to settle my nerves.

Being in a movie nominated for over 10 awards for the third year in a row was really amazing. Being nominated for a role in a movie was gut wrenching. Even an adrenaline junkie like myself had to take a few extra breaths to calm the nerves.

Our limo glided to a halt and a hand reached for our door handle. The silence in the vehicle was shattered as the door was opened and a million voices poured in. Laura gave my hand a quick squeeze and a smile before pushing me onto the red carpet. The energy in the air caught in my blood before I knew it, and all nervous thoughts evaporated as my wife and I made our way to our first stop, the checkpoint.

I caught up with Lij as he was getting frisked. I winked conspiratorially and he eyed Laura appreciatively. I shook an angry fist at him in jest and he laughed, not waiting for the security guard to finish. He jumped over the rope, landing next to me.

"Orli my boy. How’s it going you bloody bugger?"

"Elijah. You’re never going to be English. I don’t know why you even try." He laughed deeply before pulling me in for a quick, strong hug. Next, he grabbed Laura from behind, who was thoroughly surprised from the embrace and shrieked loudly. The whole security operation stopped with her scream and all fifty people in the tiny tent glared at the three of us. Laura was the only one with enough decency to blush. She made her excuses and hurried onto the ‘red carpet’, leaving the two of us to follow more slowly.

"So, last Lord of the Rings Oscars. I’m gonnas ths this Orli. I really am." I looked down on my short friend. He was wearing Frodo’s wig, as he said he would, and was quite content to look about us in fad fading sunlight. Laura stalked up, looked at the two of us just standing there, and grabbed my shirtsleeve.

"Come on. Let’s go. I want to hurry you through those terrible interviews. They really are horrible. Especially that evil Rivers woman. I hate that woman." Lij was a little shocked by her dislike of the reporter, but I just laughed.

We met up with American Sean and his wife after the first interview. Christine and Laura were friends. Old friends now you could say. "Last Oscars for the Rings huh Chris? No more tequila shots at the Vanity party . . . God I’m gonna miss it all." The two women laughed their asses off and I shot a speculative glance at the other two men. They were both thinking of the year before when Laura had actually gotten drunk enough to fall down the staind bnd break her ankle. Risky business, going about with a drunken Laura Bloom.

Someone from Entertainment tonight snagged my arm. "Orlando! It’s so good to see you again! How long has it been? Months it seems like."

"Don’t exaggerate Adele. You were at the LA premier of The Return of the King three months ago."

"I know I know. I was just teasing. Can I ask you and your beautiful wife a few questions? Where is she?"

I frowned, looking around. I couldn’t see Laura anywhere. She had disappeared along with the hobbits and Christine. "I don’t really know right now. Ummm, she just vanished!" We both laughed and they cued up the camera. "I’m here with Orlando Bloom, one of the many hot young stars of the Lord of the Rings legacy . . . " I glanced around again, looking for Laura. I wasn’t worried, just curious.

"So, Orlando, what are your biggest hopes for tonight as far as awards go?"

My thoughts returned to the interviewer and I smiled. "Well, as you know, Elijah is up for best supporting actor and Liv, Tyler that is, has been nominated for best supporting actress. I just hope we can finally take home bescturcture and best score. Those were the really big upsets the last two years."

"And how about yourself? Are you excited about being nominated for best supporting actor for The Sunshine Gang?"

I laughed shortly. "Of course. My first single nomination is very exciting. If my wife was around, she’d tell you how long I was in shock after I found out. It’s just all so surreal."

The interviewer thanked me and I was ‘escorted’ away from that ground and passed down the line. I still couldn’t see Laura. I was fast approaching the worst part of the red carpet walk. The Rivers woman was right ahead and she looked just as bad and gaudy as ever.

It was at that moment when my wife swept up next to me. She smiled up at me before slipping a hand in my own. "Where were you?" I kissed her nose lightly.

She stuck out her tongue and held up a Pepsi for my inspection. "Drink break. I’m mighty parched." Her western accent was terrible, and it made me laugh even harder, just thinking about how much Pepsi she drank.

Rivers was now the next interview and Laura’s grip on my hand unconsciously tightened. Last year, at our first Oscar ceremony, Rivers had inadvertently called my wife a whore, and now she wasn’t too fond of the walking Avon ad. Letting go of my hand, she plastered a s to to her face and approached Joan quickly and confidently.

The Rivers woman was looking very pleased with herself as she made a crack about some poor actress’s dress. When she caught sight of Laura, her smile grew, until Laura tripped, right at her feet.

The look of sheer horror and surprise on Joan’s face as the Pepsi Laura had been carrying splashed down the entire front of her dress was priceless. Joan was silent for a few minutes as Laura tried to push herself up, to no immediate avail. I was too stunned to do anything.

"Why you little-" I rushed in, before the woman could finish her sentence and pulled my wife up. The humor of the situation was starting to sink in. The Pepsi was probably an improvement to her ensemble. "YOU CLUMSY BIT-"

"I am so sorry Ms. Rivers. Please forgive my wife. She’s very clumsy you see and she trips a lot. I keep telling her that she doesn’t need the heels because she’s already tall enough, but she doesn’t listen." I smiled nicely and pulled Laura away from the still fuming woman, who started screeching about lawyers and millions of dollars.

Laura was almost doubled over laughing. I was trying not to laugh out loud myself. She was going to be in deep shit for that one, I could just see it now. ‘Orlando Bloom’s wife goes psycho on Joan Rivers at the Oscars,’ That made me laugh loudly and it took a few deep breaths to calm down to just chuckles.

She looked at me out of the corner of her eye before she gave me a cheeky smile. "I hope they caught it on camera." I just started to laugh again. Frodo approached, dragging along a smiling Gandalf. Laura looked into the crowd, and noticed the two. She screeched her glee as Ian McKellen swept her into his arms in a tight hug and I laughed again, for the tenth time that evening. I was going to miss her interaction witht he cast.

At the door to the Kodak Theatre, we were stopped by that Rivers’ woman’s daughter, Melissa I think. She was grimacing deeply.

"Laura. That was . . . that was just . . . just so damned hilerious that I think I broke my funny bone after seeing the repeat."

I had forgotten that the two were ‘friends’. As close as two people could get in this business. They giggled for a few minutes.

It was then that I realized what exactly was going to happen, or not happen, in a few short hours and I had to swallow down the apprehention. It would be better if I could sit. It was now my turn to grab her arm and pull her inside.

"Jeez. What’s up with you." She pulled her arm from my grip and made me stop and look down at her. "Why are you so grouchy all of a sudden?"

I almost ran a hand through my hair, but she caught both before I could ruin the grease job they did on it. My poor hair looked like metal. Yeah, talk about helmet hair. "I’m sorry. I’m just so stressed about the awards and shit. You know me."

"Yes, I do know you. And I know that this is not healthy for you. You need to be happy O. For me, and for every camera that’s going to catch you’re handsome, smiling face tonight. Now, chin up, smile, and kiss your wife because she loves you."

I couldn’t help but laugh at her cute little smile. I did kiss her, but not for long before the guards came and told us to find our seats. We did, giggling like little school kids.

"And the nominations for best supporting actor are . . . "

My blood was like ice under my skin, pricking it’s way across the back of my neck. I was frozen in that singular moment, waiting for the presenter to speak my name. Waiting for the presenter to give me my statue. The aro around me was buzzing with silence. Even as the names were being read. I couldn’t hear a thing.

They must have said my name because my wife squeezed my hand, hard. She was as nervous as I was. Behind me, some random hobbit gave my shoulder a pat in encouragement. I didn’t need their good luck. I needed a smoke actually.

It was all coming down to this one perfect moment in time. The presenter slowly opened the envelope. Her face was perfectly done. She was over 40, but didn’t look any thing over 30. She was a marble statue that was about to make or break my year. Her smile slowly spread across her face before she leaned down into the microphone. "Orlando Bloom, for The Sunshine Gang." The silence around me erupted as I almost blacked out from the effort of trying to keep my head on straight.

Laura was up, next to me, screaming her head off and trying to hug me and pull me up at the same time. Frodo slapped the back of my head, a trait he had become famous for. The people around me just wouldn’t stop hugging me. Then, it actually started to become clear and make sense.

I had just won an Academy Award . . . I had just WON an ACADEMY AWARD! With a might yawp, I jumped from my seat and basically ran up the steps and to the podium. I hugged the presenter and twirled her around in my excitement. It felt like I was on the roller coaster of a lifetime, and I hoped I’d never have to get off.

They handed me the statue, and I could only stand there, holding the thing dumbly. It was all my dreams, and trials, and aspirations sewn into one. It was my ultimate wish and it had come true. A tear blotted my vision and I wiped at it hastily before squaring myself in front of the microphone, remember what I had hoped to say . . .

"Wow. This thing is really heavy." The crowd laughed and I couldn’t stop grinning.

"Thank you, so very much. I didn’t think that a little role like Ned Kelly could get me something this monumental. Honestly. My accent wasn’t even that good." The crowd chuckled again, most remember the Irish accent that I had attempted. "But, since the pretty lady said my name it’s for real. Thank you. Thank you so very very much. This is the biggest event of my career so far and it’s just sorealreal. Oh god. I have people to thank! Oh yeah! Um, thank you to my director for making this the second best experience o lif life. Thank you Heath, you really should be getting your own award. Molly, you are an angel disguised as a country girl from Arkansas. Russ and James, you two are the best cohorts in crime that I’ve had the opportunity and pleasure to work with in a very long time. Thank you all. I’d like to thank the producers, Dreamworks of course, the executives, the movers, the shakers, and the candle stick makers."

I couldn’t seem to stop babbling. The screen in front of me told me to hurry up, but I couldn’t slow my speech. "I’d have to thank my wife for making life and living the best experience of my life for the last three and a half years. I’d like to thank my children, Lia and Tobin, for teaching me everyday that love knows no bounds. I have to thank mum, and Sam because you two saw what I couldn’t even see until I was old and tried and that is that I’m a stubborn ass. Again, I’d like to thank my wife, Laura. She’s been the world to me by giving me her love, two wonderful children, a plethora of whitty remarks and some of the best times comparing body scars. Thank you academy for everything! Thank you!"

Oscar night is always the longest night in any young, or old for that matter, actor’s life. It’s the night of supreme joy and celebration, or tragic mourning. But, this time, it was happy. Oh Lord was it happy.

"LORD OF THE RINGS HAS RULED THEM ALL!" I turned to watch Elijah hobble into the room with a drink in one hand and a leggy blond in the other. All 20 people in the immediate vicinity of Frodo laughed, with the hobbit leading them all.

Laura’s arms slipped around my waist and she leaned against my back. I turned in her arms, and pulled her up against me tightly. "Have I told you congratulations yet O?"

I smiled. Leaning down, I kissed her nose softly in my familiar gesture. "Yea. A hundred times. Have I told you I love you?"

"Yea. A hundred times." We stood in each other’s arms, just enjoying the other’s company. It had been a long time since we had indulged in any small contacts.

My head was buzzing from alcohol by that time, and she just looked like the most delicious thing I had ever seen. "Laura love, are you almost ready to head back home?" My voice dropped low, and I let the words roll off my tongue.

She smiled blissfully. "Of course. Whenever you are."

I grinned down at her, and was about to drag her out of the room when English Sean appeared through a doorway. I let go of Laura gently and took three large steps, crossing. "Sean! My Mate! How are you!"

He laughed as he saw me, and hugged me tightly. Laura came up next to us, also grinning her head off.

"God Sean. It’s been forever! How have you been?"

"Good, good. I’ve been working on the next movie I’m doing, and of cours hom home with the kids."

I saw Laura’s eyes light up with the mention of the word children. "How is Kat? She hasn’t called me in a week or so."

Sean laughed, looking downwards and blushing. "I, umm, I think I broke her."

Her mouth dropped and she stared at him, aghast. "What the fuck did you do?"

"I got her pregnant again. She actually went home to visit her mum for a few days."

My wife and I both exclaimed happily that it was fate that Kat was pregnant with Sean’s third child. His legacy most certainly would not end. "That’s great man. When is the baby due?"

The other man smiled conspiratorially at me. "She’s about three months along . . . with twins. Lau Laura’s mouth dropped open again, and I slapped the man on the back. "Jesus Sean. Way to go."

He laughed. "I know, I know. It’s weird, but I am not complaining. The more the merrier right? Besides, I might actually get a son out of her yet."

"Hey, there is nothing wrong with girls." We all chuckled as Lij teetered over.

"No. Nothing wrong with girls. Nothing at all. Wait, who’s girls?"

Sean frowned down on him jokingly. "My girls."

I could see Elijah pale visibly. "Oh, I didn’t mean those kinds of girls. I meant the completely legal, completely not related to any of you kind of girls."

"Sure ya did." Lij glared at me before giving us a short wave and teetering off again. "Someone should really keep the alcohol away from him."

My wife squealed and launched herself at her uncle, who had not attended the ceremony. Viggo chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing tightly for a second. They whispered a few words to each other. Laura laughed before letting the man go and dragging him back to me. I gave his a hug.

"What were you two whispering about?"

Laura turned beet red. "Ummm, painting."

"Yeah, sure you were." I smiled down on her softly and she turned back to her uncle. Laura started, describing the last great thing she had painted . . . me actually. It really was a great likeness, except for the outfit. She forced me into this horrid Renaissance festival, complete with tights and codpiece. But, she seemed to enjoy it. Viggo cracked a joke about it, and we all smiled. I glanced at my wrist watch. It was four AM. Laura caught my glance and smiled, nodding. Parent talk for lets go h-o-m-e and get some s-l-e-e-p.

"Well, it’s been charming, but I believe it’s time for me and my charming husband to make our exit. It’s been lovely. And I haven’t broken any thing so it’s been lucky too."

"Come and visit me some time Orli. The waves in Hawaii are simply magnificent."

I smiled and gave Lij a quick hug, assuring him that I would do just that. Viggo and Laura were whispering again. They were up to something.

We made our final good byes and stepped into the warm Californian night air. Laura teetered over to me carefully and slipped an arm around my waist. I pulled her close, drapping an arm around her shoulders. "O. Do you really want to go home?"

I laughed a little and glanced down at her before fishing my keys out of my pocket. "Why, where would we go other than home?"

She grinned a little before opening her purse and producing a key card to the Sunset Hotel, one of L.A.’s finest. "I thought we could use a little hot tub time."

I laughed at her inginuity. "Let me guess. That’s the long awaited missing birthday present from Vigg."

"You got it. So, what do ya say elf boy? Wanna go have a romp in style?"

I laughed again and picked her up. "Damn right." Kissing her deeply, I played the gentleman and opened doordoor for her and everything.

I sucked my breath quickly and sighed with relief. My wife’s torturously delicious foreplay tactics were over as she slowly lowered herself down on me. She groaned too, low in her throat and I smiled. That was the sound of a completely satisfied Laura.

I filled her deeply, stretching her with familiarity as she lead my hands up to the head board. "Hold on love. This is my time to shine now."

I chuckled mentally but gritted my teeth physically as my hands wrapped around the bars. She started to lift and lower herself slowly, bracing her hand on my chest. I let her set the pace for now. She bent over, kissing me deeply. I leaned up into her touch unconsiously and she laughed. "So eagar. So very eager." Her words were slow and drawn out, purposefully unaffected, but her voice was catching.

She was losing herself in the rhythm now, giving a breathy moan at the end of each move. I started to thrust upward to meet her half way. She kept building and building. I felt myself growing harder and the blood was singing in my veins. I was so close now, so close. Laura tightened around me and threw back her head as she screamed my name. She exploded around me as I flipped her onto her back, pounding into. She wrapped her arms around my neck, urging me on and letting me get what I was after as well.

I did, with a shuddering groan and my wife kissed me as I was given a small piece of heaven before I plummetted back to earth and landed in her arms. She laughed and kissed my forehead, almost completely recovered.

I myself was breathless and could only smile at her giggles. "The older they get . . . the harder they fall."

Completely exhausted, I rolled off of her and then pulled her into my side and slept soundly.

Two weeks later . . .

I came home from another hard day at the studio. Shooting for my latest movie had started just a week before and the filming was going terrible. The script had been rewriten three or four times already in the last 72 hours and I had to work with the biggest bitch in Hollywood. It was not a good day.

I called around the house for anyone. It was uncharacteristically deserted. Tobin and Lia should have been home. I checked their rooms upstairs, but everything was the same as it had been that morning when I had woken them up. They weren’t in the master bedroom, or the TV room.

I checked the living room and the dining room to no avail. Only a few places left to go. One of them was the kitchen, which I headed to.

I stopped, surprised at the doorway. Laura was sitting with her back to me, her shoulders slumped. I walked up behind her quietly and slid my arms around her neck. But, what was on the table made me stop. It was a pregnancy test. Laura smiled up at me, tears in her beautiful blue eyes and I looked down at her in wonder.

"Guess what love. I’m pregnant again."
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