Ophelia

He was running his hands through her hair and pressing warm kisses on her face and neck. He moved his body so he was on top of her and Ophelia wrapped her legs around his waist. Where had her clothes gone? She felt him slide into her and she moaned. "Do you like that, Ophelia?" He whispered into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

"Yes. Please don't stop." She begged. And he didn't stop, that slow and steady rhythm became a hard and fast pounding one, she could feel her body tighten as her climax approached.

"Brooks, get your ass up." He said.

"Don't stop, I'm almost there." She whispered.

"Brooks, we're leaving soon. Get up." The shove he gave her startled her from her dream. She was drenched with sweat. Bloom was sitting beside her with a smirk on his face.

'Oh shit. Please tell me I didn't talk in my sleep' She said to herself. "Okay I'm up." She said as she sat up. "What the fuck is so funny?" She asked him when he kept smiling.

"Did you know you talk in your sleep Brooks?" Oh no. She felt her stomach flip over.

"No." She lied as she started to pack her stuff up.

"Yeah you woke me up."

"Oh really? Did I say anything interesting?" 'Now why did you ask that you idiot?' She thought mentally kicking her own ass. He finished up his packing and started to crawl through the tent opening.

"Yes, you said a lot of interesting things." And then he left.

"Stupid prick." She said under her breath. What had she said?


The next week passed quickly, everyone was getting along well, even Brooks had warmed up to the others and was able to have friendly conversations. Most of the time they would be singing along to some 80s song that she would start to sing. They got up early and worked hard all day. A couple of nights they stayed up late around the campfire talking. Orlando was surprised to hear that Ophelia was hairstylist. "You don't seem the type." She laughed and said,

"Yeah well, I'm unique." They still had at least one argument everyday, but now their fights had a playfullness to them.

"Come on Bloom, you can't really tell me you like being a vegetarian? Don't you miss hamburgers? Or Ice cream?" She teased him.

"I don't miss hamburgers or ice cream." He lied. But it meant a lot to him to be a vegetarian so he did without. Everynight Ophelia would wake him up with her sleep talking. It was usually just more of the same crazy stuff, like

"I lost my Leonard Nimoy CD." and "Yes I speak fluent English." But had heard her say "Lando" a couple of times. It was driving him crazy to sleep next to her and wondering if she was dreaming about him. He couldn't resist teasing her one day.


They had just finished a short portage and were paddling towards another one; they were trying to remember obsure 80s songs. "Do you remember this one Brooks? "I hear the secrets that you keep when you're talking in your sleep."" He sang the lines. He looked over his shoulder to see her in the stern. She had a deep red blush.

"Yeah, Talkin' In Your Sleep by The Romantics." She said. 'That little shit.What have I been saying?' She wondered.

"Don't worry Brooks, I won't tell your sercrets." He said with a wink.

"Oh piss off you tosser." She said. Laughing he said

"I didn't know you could speak English, Brooks."

"What fucking language did you think we have been communicating in for the last week?" She hissed at him.

"Canadian. Of course." She was pissed off because he knew something about her that even she didn't know. And unable to take that smirk of his that said he had one over on her, she finally snapped; so she took her paddle and splashed his back with water.

"You are going to regret that." He said and when he turned around she splashed his face. He looked at her for a moment with water dripping off his face before he started splashing her back. They were so busy soaking each other that they didn't notice the canoe tipping over.

"Brooks, you idiot, look what you did." He yelled at her from the other side of the canoe. She grabbed her paddle before it could float away. She was glad all the packs were tied to the canoe, they wouldn't lose anything.

"It was you fault Bloom, I can't believe you are gonna try to blame me." She knew it was her fault for starting it but she couldn't admit to it, besides he knew she would get mad.

"Brooks and Bloom you dumbasses. What have you done?" Reilly yelled at them as the rest paddled over. The others got their canoe righted and helped Ophelia and Orlando back in. She groaned when she realized what had happened. Both their sleeping bags were soaked as well as all their clothes. They weren't carrying anything else that mattered if it got wet, just the pots and pans and eating utensils.

"You two are lucky you weren't carrying the food or the first aid kit." Reilly yelled at them. "Lets move out team." The rest of the team moved on leaving Brooks and Bloom looking and feeling like shit.

"Great a night sleeping in a soaking wet sleeping bag, in soaking wet clothes." She muttered.

"It can't get much worse than that." Orlando muttered. But it did.


The temperature dropped, there were thick clouds in the sky, obsuring the sun's warmth and by the time they found a campsite both Orlando and Ophelia were freezing in their wet clothes. Reilly had decided to stop early, he would make today a laundry day and they would spend tomorrow letting their gear dry out. He spoke to Helen and then walked over to Brooks and Bloom.

"Here, you two can share Helen's sleeping bag. Your bags will never dry by tonight and it looks like its going to be cold." He dropped it at their feet and walked away. She looked over at Orlando, he smiled a big leacherous smile.

"Only ourselves to keep each other warm." He teased.

"Oh piss off." Fortune must have smiled on them because for some odd reason their tent was in the Waverley's canoe. Nice and dry. Setting up the tent, Ophelia began to get butterflies, how was she going to sleep that close to him, after all the dreams she had been having? I'm am never going to be able to sleep tonight, she thought. Orlando came over to help, they were able to set up their tent in less than 5 minutes. Then they grabbed their stuff and started to hang up the sleeping bags.

"I'm sorry Ophelia." He said. The sound of her name on his lips gave her chills, he had said it with the same tone from her dreams.


Then they headed down to the shore to wash their clothes, with the others. While they scrubbed, they were pretty quiet until he noticed her shivering and asked,

"Cold?" He asked. She nodded. "Me too."

She quickly washed her clothes and hung them up to dry near the fire. She saw Orlando not even halfway through his clothes. She felt guilty, afterall if she hadn't started the splashing, he would have dry clothes to wear. Sighing she walked over to the water and picked up one of his shirts and started to wash it.

"Thanks Ophelia." He said.

"No problem Lando." He stopped for a moment,

"Lando?" He asked, she had never called him anything but Bloom, well besides, tosser, asshole and other terms of endearment.

"Orlando is way to long. And he was a kick ass character in Return of the Jedi." She answered matter of factly.

"I like it." He said and went back to washing, smiling to himself. So he was the Lando from her dreams, but what did she dream about? Kool-aid? If it was about kool-aid she must really like it, her voice had seemed very sexual. What if she started moaning "Oh Lando" while they were sleeping in the same sleeping bag? He would lose his mind, if she did.

They hardly spoke for the rest of the day. Everyone noted their unusual quietness, but no one commented. Ophelia decided to go to bed early, maybe she could be asleep before Bloom came in. Orlando was the last one to bed, hopefully she was already asleep. He quietly snuck into the tent, pulled his shoes off and pondered how he was going to get into the bag. At least his clothes had dried from his own body heat and the fire.

"Come on in." Ophelia sighed as she held the bag open enough for him to slide in. She said it like she was accepting a death sentence.

"Uh, thanks." They turned their backs to each other and tried to go to sleep. Ophelia was fidgety. She couldn't find a comfortable position.

"Jesus Brooks, would you stop moving around." Orlando said.

"I'm sorry but I can't get comfortable. Maybe I should just sleep on top of the bag." She suggested. He took a deep breath, praying she would rip his balls off and pulled her close to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Hey. Don't get any ideas Bloom." She said. She had to admit it was comfortable, she snuggled in closer. "Who would have thought someone so skinny would be so nice to cuddle with." Oops did she say that out loud?

"I'm not skinny, I'm lean." He said with indignation.

"Sorry." She said with a smile. She had to admit he was right. She had seen his well defined muscles. He wasn't a huge muscle bound jock, but he was well toned, like a swimmer. She was almost asleep when she realized he was rubbing her head. Now why did her have to go and do that? She was going to fall for him.

'Brooks you dummy, you already have. Remember those dreams, in which you do all kinds of wicked things to each others bodies?'

'Orlando, don't do it.' He said to himself. 'Don't fall for this girl, who you will never see again when this trip is done.' Too late, he liked her from the moment she had challenged him to that race. And why couldn't he see her again? He had lots of money now. He could visit her whenever he wanted. Yeah she would likely scratch your eyes out. She let out a sigh of content. She fit perfectly in his arms, he hugged her closer and her hand moved to his stomach, just above his crotch.

"Bloom, you are never going to get any sleep tonight." He said under his breath careful not to wake up Ophelia.


She was in that place between dreaming and waking; where you know its a dream but you still can't wake up fully. She was wrapped in his arms, her head tucked under his chin. One of his legs was between her own, pressing up against her crotch. She moved a little and moaned quietly, the friction causing pleasurable jolts, was she dreaming about him again? He noticed her movement and pressed his leg into her more, smiling at her gasp of pleasure. Orlando was wide awake now, but there was no way he was going to stop, he was going to fuck her right now, and she was going to scream his name. Shit, no condoms. He knew he should have brought some. He hadn't even used the deck of cards he had brought. He slid his hands down to her ass and began to move her hips so she was grinding against his leg. Her breathing was getting heavier she was almost panting.

"Oh god, Lando. Don't stop." She said, she was wide awake now. She grabbed his hair and pulled his lips to hers for a kiss. He gladly kissed her back. Opening his mouth and tasting her. Their tounges sliding against each other. She was making soft noises in the back of her throat, like a kitten. "Shhh. They'll hear us." She whispered to him. He laughed quietly.

"You're the one making all the noise." He was still moving her hips and she was getting closer to her climax. She buried her face into his chest to muffle her cries. She clung to him while he kissed her gently. "You okay?" He asked.

"I'm just great." She laughed, feeling incredibly relaxed. "What about you?" She asked running her hand down to his hard on. He grabbed her hand and pulled it away.

"Not great but we don't have any condoms."

"Oh. Well that limits us doesn't it?" She said with a grin and she began to slide his pants down.

"Ophelia...we can't." He said, even though he really wanted too, was ready to beg her to do something.

"Don't worry Lando. Trust me." She said just before she began to lick and suck his errection.

"Okay, I trust you." He said as her warm maouth enclosed his dick, the suction making his balls ache, he laid back and wove his fingers into her hair.


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