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Flying With Eagles	By : Zar Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 10191 -:- 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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Title: Flying with Eagles
Author: Zar
Email: zarakan@hotmail.com
LJ: http://www.livejournal.com/users/squishypiglet/
Warnings: This is slash. Don't like it? Don't read it!
Pairings: Viggorli with special guest Eric Bana.
Disclaimer: This is not true, despite all my wishes.
Summary: The long overdue make-out session on that infamous couch…

Note: I guess you guys got your wishes!!! I caved and got you lot the 'action' and 'smut' you were all demanding.

Aren't you lot spoilt??

Note 2: I was disappointed to see that only one person (Mirrormere's Lilly1) had noticed that Beanie's 'signature' which said 'Eat shit and die', actually came from the interview of Orlando on the Graham Norton show. On the chatboard where the girls were going, "I met Orlando at a party last year...' Hehehe...nice to know that there are people out there as obsessed as I am!!

Chapter 42

Perhaps it was the little bit of sake I had eventually coaxed my prince to imbibe, it might have been the good mood after a magical dinner tiding over, but I like to think it was me. But whatever it was, I give my thanks. Orlando was laughing, bouncing and cuddling – there wasn’t a hint of the confused and vulnerable young man I had seen outside my doorstep a little over two weeks ago.

We left Tooters to sleep in Paradise’s parking lot downstairs and because Orlando still refused to release his hold around my neck and I wasn’t willing to lose the warmth of his body pressed against mine, we stumbled together through the lobby and began our painstaking hike to the fourth floor.

It was a slow process and it took a lot of effort to get up those stupid stairs, but my god was patient with me, and gave gentle support when my stupid knee decided it didn’t want to work anymore.

“Damnit!” I exclaimed when it gave way under me for the third time in about one flight.

A gentle stroke on my arm for encouragement, but no other words were necessary.

That is one of the things about Orlando…with me, he really knows what to do to make things better, and in this…it’s better to just stay silent. There’s no point in him telling me to ‘take it easy’, or ‘don’t push too hard’…no need for empty promises, ‘it’ll be good as new in no time,’ and I was grateful for his understanding.

Feeling a little bad for being snappish when he was so accommodating, I quietly add,

“…I don’t think I’ve mentioned it yet, but…I wanted to thank you for not babying me or insisting that I stop and take breaks. Unlike Beanie.”

“Well…I probably have a better understanding of what you’ve gone through than Seanie.” He looks away for a moment before carrying on. “Eric and Kurt did a lot of coddling when I…hurt my back. I couldn’t do anything without them watching over my shoulder, and I absolutely hated it. I know how annoying their ‘advice’ and ‘help’ can be…besides, if you needed me for anything, you know you can always come to me – I’ll never deny you.”

He’s a sweetheart.

I hadn’t realised his situation and mine were quite similar. Unable to resist, I gently pull him to a stop and carefully kiss him in the middle of the flight of stairs.

When I finally let him go, he blinks wide chocolate eyes at me.

“What was that for?”

“You just said I could come to you for anything I needed…I was just testing to see if it was true.”

Silence, then the hollow stairwell is suddenly filled with his ringing laughter.

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Orlando is getting better at making coffee, I decide as I sip at the steaming dark liquid.

The brewer of said beverage is currently sitting beside me on the couch, with his tongue sticking out.

“What are you doing?”

“Checking to see if my tongue’s okay.”

What?

“Looks okay to me…why?”

“I burnt it,” he whines, moving closer so I can peer at the offended appendage, “it hurts.”

“Can’t see anything wrong with it.”

He scowls at me before sticking his tongue out further and goes almost cross-eyed trying to judge for himself.

“It’s gone red,” he concludes unhappily.

I don’t dare mention that if his tongue weren’t red, I would be very worried.

“Poor muffin.”

I blow gently on his tongue as if to ‘cool it down’ and he snorts.

“I need a kiss to make it better,” he declares, pulling at my arm to nudge me closer. I willingly oblige and tilt his head back so I have better access to the warmth of his mouth. There is silence the next few minutes as the chaste kiss becomes something more…more warmth, more depth, more urgency…more everything.

We part with a gentle sound and I take a moment to just look into his dazed eyes. There’s a dreamy, satisfied look in their intensity and if I let myself, I would drown in him.

“I love you, Orlando.”

Those obscenely long lashes of his flutter at my words before sweeping down to hide his eyes from my view.

“Viggo, I lo – ”

I cut him off before he can finish, covering his soft mouth with mine, tongues twining familiarly. His lips are still moving over the sweet declaration and I can taste the sweetness of the words he’s mumbling against me. Sincere. Stirring. Succulent. Delicious.

Don’t know about him, but I could definitely do this for the rest of my life.

My prince is chuckling against me and tips his head back to look at my face.

“For the rest of your life? That’s a pretty long time, you know…”

Damn, I hate, hate it when I say my thoughts out loud!

“Be quiet, you…does your tongue still hurt?”

There is delighted laughter in response to my comment.

“Nope, it doesn’t hurt anymore after all the caressing and massaging you did for it.”

Great. If I wasn’t blushing before, I am now.

“Hey, Vig…I was kidding. Come back…”

Embarrassed, I had backed away, but he’s scooting along to sit until we’re pressed together, thigh-to-thigh. Our hands reach for each other’s of their own accord, palm-to-palm, and our fingers thread together, so each of mine are cradled around his.

“Umm…was tonight a good first date?” I tentatively ask when the silence becomes a little too oppressing.

He rolls his eyes and mockingly bites on the tip of his tongue. The silly boy has probably already forgotten that a mere five minutes ago, he was whining like it was burnt so badly I would have to bring him into the A&E.

“No, not good a good first date.”

I know he’s joking, but to hear it out-loud still causes something in me to go ‘oof’.

Our joint hands are tugged up to his face and he rubs a smooth cheek against the back of my hand like a stray dog begging for forgiveness.

“It was better than good. It was amazing.”

You would think by now, I would have caught onto his tricks since he’s forever playing little games like that with me to ‘keep me on my toes’, he says, but honestly…I think he just needs to see my disappointment when he comes up with comments like that, to know how I feel about him. To know that I care enough to be upset.

“I told you not to do that anymore.”

“Do what?”

The innocent act really isn’t working. The wide-eyed look would normally get to me, but the smirk tugging at the corners of his ‘I-didn’t-do-anything’ smile is giving him away.

Just when he’s getting worried because I am not replying him anymore, I suddenly turn and pounce on him, throwing him onto his side with me straddling him.

“Viggo! Your knee…”

Endearing to think that in the middle of all this, the first thing he thinks of is my comfort and heath, but it’s my right knee that was injured and it’s currently half off the couch so I have all my weight on the front and top half of my body, leaving me pressed deliciously against a squirming god.

“It’s fine. I like where I am.” I throw a feral grin at him.

Serves him right. Play with me, huh?

I think it’s safe to say our activities progressed rather predictably from there, and two minutes later, he had moved down the couch until we were both sprawled comfortably together, my mouth still joined to his.

Since I am already in such a dominant position and he doesn’t seem to be protesting…maybe I could take the time to explore a little. After all, it wouldn’t be a ‘real’ first date without a little groping, hmm?

Orlando is breathing heavily as I finally manage to drag my mouth across his high cheekbone and down to latch onto the soft underside of his jaw. Almost instinctively, his head is thrown back to bare more so that I might further worship his tender skin.

A soft moan and his hands have moved up, one to twine in my hair and encourage me further, the other rubbing firmly at my shoulders.

“Viggo…”

That’s encouraging…maybe I really had misunderstood the whole thing about him and sex. Perhaps if we had actually talked about it, we could have slept together earlier. But no matter…I couldn’t be happier with what we have now, and we had to take it slow to adjust for the separation we went through. And now…what I’ve been dreaming about for the last few months might finally be coming true.

Finally.

Eagerly, I nudge his chin with my nose before giving him one last hard kiss, then moving down, helping him remove his pinstripe jacket.

“Off…” I mumble, and though he hesitates, it is quickly shed and tossed, forgotten onto the floor. Now, to get rid of his shirt. Not wanting to let this end before it’s truly begun, I take my time, undoing one button at a time and teasingly suck and lick at each tantalising glimpse of skin as it appears before my hungry eyes.

I can only stare mesmerised when the last button is pushed through the button-hole and that smooth expanse of golden skin is revealed to me. Orlando has had boyfriends before as he’s told me…but he is my first and just looking at him, I wonder why I stayed with Exene for so long when evidently, she couldn’t turn me on as he so easily can.

The control he has over me.

“You’re stunning…” I whisper to him, almost afraid to touch him in case, like my dreams, I’ll suddenly wake up. There is no reply to that, so grudgingly, I drag my eyes back up to his face, only to see he has tilted his head away to the side, reluctant to meet my eyes. Oh no, I probably embarrassed him.

Carefully, I run a callused finger across his bared collarbones and follow the path down his sternum, intently watching the play of muscle and skin as it reacts to my touch. My prince still will not meet my eyes…hmm, maybe something more is required. Hmm….

Leaning forward determinedly, I trace the same path again…but this time, with the tip of my tongue, tasting and licking along, before going back and blowing gently on the moist skin. That always drives me crazy, the abrupt and unexpected switch from wet heat to tingly cold. The body under mine tenses under my ministrations and it’s near impossible to contain my smirk of satisfaction.

“Muffin?”

For the first time since we started, he turns his head to look back at me gla glazed eyes. He’s biting on his lower lip and looking worried. We can go as slowly as he needs to…he shouldn’t have to worry.

I repeat that thought out-loud, but he doesn’t seem convinced. Maybe I do need to try a little harder to distract him from thinking altogether, and concentrate purely on feeling.

Keeping my eyes on his expression, I run my hand down his chest and then along his side to rest on his hip.

“Viggo…”

He’s pushing me away and trying to sit up, but I hush him, giving him reassuring kisses along his jaw, the ones he seemed to enjoy earlier.

“It’s okay…just relax.”

“You don’t und – ”

I cut off what he has to say with another kiss, this time involving my tongue to make sure he doesn’t speak again. My god is uptight and coiled taut as a spring even as I begin to gently rock my hips against him.

That’s when I notice it.

Unable to, or rather, unwilling to believe, my hand shifts…only to confirm what I had first imagined.

What…?

Stunned, I barely notice as Orlando pushes me away from him, and sits up. There is silence as he re-buttons up his shirt and throwing only one pained glance in my direction, stands up awkwardly running his hands through his hair and leaving me alone in the living room.

Sitting there in the near dark with an almost uncomfortable, throbbing hard-on, there was only one bewildered thought running through my mind.

Had I done anything wrong? What was the matter?

It’s not a big surprise that I find my prince arousing, attractive and oh so, sexy. However, it is a shock to discover he doesn’t feel the same about me.

He hadn’t even been hard the entire time we were wrapped around each other.

Shit, shit, shit.

TBC...

Hmmm...you see? You don't always get what you wish for, hmm? *Cackles evilly*

I really can't wait to see what the reviews are going to be like for this chaper. I am wondering at the reactions I am going to get...*tries not to cackle like the evil cow she really is*

*Innocent eyes* La la la...
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