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Halloween Fantasy	By : Terri Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 1791 -:- 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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This chapter is rated NC-17 for graphic descriptions of sexual acts.

I do not own Orlando Bloom but the other characters are mine.

If you would like to hear the songs that I write about in this chapter e-mail me at synxfan@yahoo.com and I’ll send them to you.

"Halloween Fantasy" Chapter 2

Saturday, Oct. 30, 2004: Shooters Bar (continued)

I stopped in my tracks as I saw a male figure dressed in black standing across from the bar. He stood with his back to me and casually flipped through the selection of CDs in the jukebox on the wall. It's him. The man in black from the party. What is he doing here? Suddenly every pore all over my body opened up in fear. If he saw Nikki leave ... then he knows I'm alone. Eying my purse lying on top of the bar I quickly walked over to it. I franticly searched through it with trembling hands. Where is it?! my brain screamed. I began to panic when I couldn't find ...

"That won't be necessary," I heard a powerful, British accented voice say making me stop my frenzied search. I quickly turned around and looked at him. He did not move. He just continued to flip through the CDs. After a moment he added, "I haven't come here to harm you."

His voice was much softer the second time he spoke making me believe his words. That voice. It sounds so familiar. I pushed those thoughts aside and concentrated on the task at hand. From somewhere inside me I found the courage to speak. "Who are you? What do you what?" I asked, trying hard to disguise the fear in my voice.

I jumped slightly as he turned on his heal to face me. "I've been watching you ... Teresa James," he said softly.

My heart leapt into my throat at hearing him say my name. I swallowed hard and once again found my voice. "How do you know my name?" I asked.

The corner of his lips bent into a sly smirk. "I know a lot about you," he replied. He slowly began to walk toward me. "I know that you write stories. Fan Fiction stories. On the Internet. As I recall ... you wrote one about Halloween."

Oh dear God! He's been reading my stories! I thought as a new wave of fear swept over me. I backed up to get away but was stopped by the bar behind me.

"So, tell me ... Teresa James," he slowly began again, "do you believe what you wrote ... about Halloween being a time for pretending to be something that you're not? The one time of the year for making fantasies come true?"

By the time he finished speaking he was standing right in front of me. I looked up at his expressionless face. His dark brown eyes burned down into mine paralyzing my whole body. I held my breath at his powerful presence.

He slowly reached behind his head and untied the bandana attached to the black leather mask he wore. He removed the mask and shook his head letting dark curls fall around his face.

A ripple of chills ran through my body as I recognized the man standing before me. "Orlando?" I asked breathlessly with wide eyes.

He nodded slowly as a warm smile appeared on his handsome face. I immediately felt myself blush as I bit my lower lip. I reluctantly broke his heavy gaze and looked down trying to hide my embarrassment. Oh my Wha What do I do? What do I say? I thought hysterically. I rested my hands on my stomach as if to calm the butterflies within.

Suddenly I remembered what he said about my story. My shy grin slowly to faded. I lowered my chin to my chest and closed my eyes tightly, wishing that this wasn't happening. My heart started to race as hot flashes pulsed through my body. "Oh ... Orlando ... my story," I whispered. "I ... I'm sorry. It ... it was never meant to be read by you." My voice trailed off as I looked from side to side, trying to find a way out of this.

"Teresa?" Orlando said softly, urging me to look up. I closed my eyes tightly and shook my head, unable to face him. "Teresa?" he said again. I suddenly felt rough, warm fingers beneath my chin. I slowly opened my eyes as he brought my chin back up. My breath caught in my throat as I looked into those brown depths. "I'm not angry," he said with a warm smile.

"You ... you're not?" I asked with wide eyes.

He shook his head blinking his eyes. "I liked it," he said. I found myself involuntarily returning his warm smile. "I liked it a lot," he added. I watched him lick his bottom lip, glancing down at mine.

My smile faded as I saw the _expression on his face change into something more than just a friendly greeting. A wicked, sexy little grin stretched across his lips. He slowly brought his hands up and placed them on the edge of the bar on either side of me. I glanced down at one hand and back up at his face. "So tell me ... Teresa James," he began, "did you enjoy writing that story? Did you enjoy thinking about me ... while you wrote it? Did you ever think ... that it might come true?"

I was frozen. I could feel the color drain from my face as my knees became weak. All I could do was continue to look up into those big chocolate eyes. I blinked my eyes away from his as my head began to spin with questions. He’s not saying ... what I think he’s saying ... is he? How did he read my story, anyway? I thought he was a technophobe? What is he doing in Pittsburgh? What about Kate? Aren’t they engaged? What about Jimmy? I can’t ...

When I felt something rough and warm touch my cheek the questions in my head went silent. “Teresa?” he asked softly, caressing my cheek with his knuckle. “Are you alright, love?”

I held my breath as my whole body began to respond to his soft voice and his warm touch. I closed my eyes and leaned into his caress. I blinked my eyes open to look back into his. I saw a look of concern in his expressive eyes. Beneath that look of worry ... I saw passion. I knew what he came back to the bar for ... and I was going to give it to him. I slowly nodded as a little grin to match his from before slowly spread across my lips.

His grin returned as he asked, “So, what do you think?”

“I think,” I began, licking my lips. ”I better go lock the front door.”

“Good idea,” he replied, with a big smile. He stepped to the side to let me pass. As I walked passed him toward the front door he caught me by the arm. I quickly turned back around to face him. "How do I know you won't leave?" he asked softly.

"Because ... it's not in my story," I purred.

He smiled and licked his thin lips. He released my arm and I turned away. I could feel his eyes all over my backside as I walked to the front door.

When I reached the door I locked it and took a quick glance outside. The parking lot was deserted except for my dark blue Chevy Cavalier and a few cars owned by customers who were too drunk to drive themselves home. I pulled down the blind on the door and turned around. With my hand still on the doorknob I leaned back against the door. I tucked my other hand behind my back and caught Orlando's eyes with my own. I beckoned him to come to me with my eyes. "So, what do we do now?" I asked, watching him slowly walk toward me.

"Well, I'm going to make myself a drink while you ..." He paused as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded one dollar bill. He held it between his index and middle fingers saying, "... pick a few songs on the jukebox." Without breaking eye contact I reached up to take the bill from his hand. He pulled it back from my hand with a teasing smile. "I want you to dance for me. Like you were dancing during the party."

Nikki was right. He was watching me during the party. “Alright,” I whispered. I snatched the bill from his hand and slipped out from beneath him.

As I approached the jukebox on the wall I had already mentally chosen the perfect songs. I had begged Danny relentlessly to let me put a couple of my favorite CDs in the jukebox. He finally gave in a couple months ago. I flipped to the back of the CDs to find what I was looking for.

I paused as I heard the sound of ice falling into a glass. I glanced behind me to see Orlando pouring Captain Morgan spiced rum in the glass without taking his eyes off of me. I gave him a big grin and turned back to the jukebox.

I decided that the first song should be somewhat of a warm-up. A song that I would be comfortable dancing to, regardless of my surroundings. Something that easily compelled me to move to the rhythm as soon as I heard the first note. After making the first selection I quickly made the other two before the song started.

When the song started I was immediately caught by the hard guitar and drumbeat. I placed my hands on my hips and rocked them back and forth with the tempo. I closed my eyes and let my body respond to the music. I brushed my long blonde hair back off my shoulders, lip-synching to the sexy vocals.

I spun around holding my hair up off my neck and caught Orlando watching me from behind the bar. While I continued to dance he slowly made his way to a table near me. After kicking a chair out from under the table, he slowly sat down and lounged back in the chair. He rested his elbow on the table and propped his foot up on the chair next to him. He took a long sip of his drink and licked the liquid off his lips, not taking his hungry eyes off of me. He rested the glass on the table with one hand and draped the other hand across his upper thigh.

After seeing the bulge forming within his tight, leather pants near his hand I decided to turn it up a notch. As the sensual guitar and vocals of the next song began I traced my finger along the low neckline of my dress, drawing his eyes to my chest. I breathed deep as my hand continued down the front of my dress. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back.

When the hard drums and horns began playing I flipped my head back up and caught his eyes with my own. I began to rock my hips and shoulders to the tempo as he watched my every move. I kicked my foot up and planted my black leather, stiletto heel on the table next to his glass. He flinched slightly with wide eyes. I reached down and grabbed the fabric of my skirt. I slowly pulled it up to my knee drawing his eyes to my fishnet stocking covered legs. When he began to dip his head to look under my skirt I threw the fabric back down and kicked my foot back off the table. I turned my back to him and skipped away to the beat of the song.

I was so pleased with my teasing dance move that I didn’t realize where my skipping had taken me. I looked down as I placed my hands on the edge of the pool table in front of me. My breath caught in my throat as I remembered my story. I turned my head to the side as I felt a presence behind me.

“You remember the story, don’t you?” Orlando whispered into my ear.

I shivered at the sensation of his hot breath against my skin. I nodded and closed my eyes tightly, feeling goose pimples erupt all over my body.

“I ... I can’t do this,” I whispered, breathlessly. “What about Kate?”

“What about Jimmy?” he countered, softly. He brushed my hair aside, tracing his fingertips beneath my lace choker, and softly kissed the fleshy spot between my neck and shoulder.

My mind went back to my conversation with Nikki earlier. The thought of Jimmy being with another woman only fueled my desire for this man. I held my breath and spun around, capturing his lips in a strong kiss.

A satisfied, wicked little laugh escaped his throat. He slipped one arm around the small of my back while the other cradled the back of my head, deepened the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck as our hungry tongues met in a dance of obsession.

I leaned back, breaking the hot embrace of our lips. We each caught our breath again, staring into each other’s eyes. Without breaking eye contact I hopped up to sit on the edge of the pool table. He rested one hand on either side of my bottom on the edge of the pool table and stepped forward, closing the space between our bodies. I draped my arms on his shoulders and leaned into him for a soft kiss.

“So,” he began, licking his lips, “tell me what your story says. Tell me what he does to her.”

My sexy grin returned as I remembered what I wrote. I leaned back on my hands on the pool table. “Well,” I began, licking the sweet taste of rum from my lips, “he lifted the bottom of her dress ... and slowly felt his way up her soft legs.”

Orlando slowly lifted my skirt and did as I said. I felt him move his warm hands up my outer thighs until they came to a rest at the top of my thigh-high fishnet stockings. “Like this?” he asked.

“Mmmm, yeah,” I purred, allowing my eyes to close briefly.

“Then what?” he asked, urging me to continue.

I let my head roll to the side. “His hands continued up her thighs ... until they found ... the strap of her tight panties.”

As I spoke Orlando’s hands continued up my thighs. When I felt him tug at the thin bikini strap of my panties, I lifted my hips enough for him to pull them from beneath my bottom. In one swift motion he pulled them down my legs and offfeetfeet. He lifted them up and let them fall onto the pool table.

I parted my legs and pulled him to me for another deep, intense kiss. He wrapped his arms around my back and pushed his hips between my trembling thighs. I moaned into his lips as I felt how ready he was.

This time he backed out of the embrace, leaving me wanting more. “Now, tell me what she does to him,” he teased.

After pausing for a moment to stop my spinning head, I blinked my eyes open and continued my tale. I placed my hands on Orlando’s chest. I could feel his heat through the thin fabric of his pirate shirt. “Her hands found his strong chand and she slowly felt her way down ... over his tight abs ... until they found the button of his pants.” I caressed my way down his hard chest, feeling it raise and fall with every breath. When my hands reached his waist I slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his tight, leather pants. I looked up at his face to see his eyes closed and his head tilted to the side. I breathed deep at seeing his reaction to my touch. As I reached inside his pants I heard him breath deep and hold it. When my fingers wrapped around his hardened shaft he breathed out a low moan. He brought his head back up and blinked his eyes open. The lust burning in his eyes made my entire body quiver.

He cradled my head with one strong hand and pulled me to him for another deep kiss. I clawed at his chest as my womanhood throbbed, wanting him inside me. He suddenly stepped back and turned his back to me slipping something out of his pocket. When I heard the sound of plastic ripping I knew what it was. While he was occupied with his task I grabbed his hips and slowly pulled him back to me. “Orli ... I need you,” I whispered, nibbling his ear.

With a low moan he quickly turned around and pushed himself into me making me cry out in ecstasy. My body became weak and I gasped for breath as he slowly moved inside me. After a few slow, deep thrusts, he backed away from me slightly so that just the tip of his firm shaft was inside my throbbing opening. His hands found the back of my bottom under my skirt. “I like this song,” he said suddenly. His voice was a hoarse, whisper.

“Wha ... what?” I asked, trying to comprehend his statement. It took a moment until I cleared my head enough to realize that he was talking about the song playing on the jukebox. The third song I had selected. His shallow thrusts were in perfect rhythm to the slow music. A hoarse laugh escaped my throat as I leaned back onto the pool table, my hands bracing my upper body. “I thought you would,” I teased, rolling my hips to complement his rhythmic movements. “Did you like watching me dance tonight?” I asked.

He closed his eyes and rolled his head back. “Mmmm ... yeah,” was his hoarse reply.

I grabbed his hips and pulled him deeper into me. “Oh ... yeah,” he growled, wrapping his arms around me tightly. He picked up his own slow, deep rhythm.

I wrapped my legs around his hips tightly, holding him inside me, as I felt my climax building. “Oh ... god ... Orlando,” I cried.

“Oh ... Teresa ... ohhhh ...” His voice trailed off as his body began to quiver. After a few more weak, forced thrusts his movements slowed to a halt.

We held each other for a few long moments, catching our breaths. The song had come to an end. Once again all was quiet in the bar.
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