Ophelia

"I can't believe how fast this trip is going." Orlando whispered in Ophelia's ear.

"I know, three more days and then I head back to Toronto. Its going to be weird having running water and regular food. I am dying for some beef." She said licking his lips. They were getting along for the most part. They still had arguments, at least two a day but Ophelia figured it was due to sexual frustration. Everytime they got alone they would kiss and grope each other, but having no condoms was slowly killing them. At least it felt like a slow death.

" I have to fly to L.A. I wanted to have some time alone with you first but I won't be able too." He said sliding his hand into underwear.

"Well we have one night at base camp before we catch the plane home. Mmmm....Bloom, you have amazing hands." She said as she bit his shoulder.

"Oh God, I could have a hot shower, you could join me if you wanted, and I have condoms in my luggage there. You are not going to be able to walk the next morning." He began to rub faster, watching her body tense up and feeling her nails dig into his back.

'Guess, I'll have to keep my shirt on tomorrow,' He thought with a smile.

"I don't think I could walk now." She said shakily after she caught her breath.

"Good." He pulled her close to him, kissed her and then closed his eyes.


Ophelia laid there for a while thinking about Orlando. She was in love with him, she knew she couldn't expect anything from him. He was constantly travelling around the world and had no time to commit to one woman, even if he wanted to. She had no delusions, he was horny and she was available. She couldn't blame him, it was just the way guys were. Why did she have to love him though? She thought about the moment she knew she did love him.

The group was sitting around the fire finishing up their dinner, fish again, when Danielle said "Hey Brooks, have you noticed you and Orlando both have names from Shakespearian plays? You have the same initials too."

"Oh yeah, never thought about that before." Ophelia said stuffing the food into her mouth.

"I wasn't actually nameed for Shakespeare's Orlando. I was named for Virginia Wolfe's Orlando." He said. He had never noticed that either. Weird. "My friends sometimes call me O.B., does anyone call you that?" He asked Ophelia. Laughing she said

"If my friends called me that I'd kick their asses."

"Why?" He looked confused.

"Its a type of tampon. I would prefer not to be called that. You must have great friends." His jaw dropped and he just looked at her with a hurt puppy dog look. Those big brown eyes staring at her.

'Oh shit,' She thought, 'I've hurt his feelings.' Then it hit her. Why should she care if she hurt his feelings? She wanted to go over there and kiss him and tell him she was sorry.

'Ophelia, you are a first class fuck up. You have gone and given your heart to this man. And he is gonna grind it under his hiking boots.'

Later that night in the tent she had apologized. "Its okay, Ophelia." They had just held each other close that night.

Now a week later laying in Orlando's arms again she felt contented. But in three days this would be over and she would be crying alone in her apartment. Well I am going to give him the most memorable night of his life at base camp. He will be the one not able to walk the next day, she thought with a smile.

On the last day all the teams rowed like maniacs to get back to base camp. They all wanted to get real food, showers and clean clothes. Not to mention sleeping in a soft bed. They arrived in the early afternoon. "Good job crew, lets unload the canoes, put them away and clean up before dinner." Reilly told the group. The group all shouted their agreement and quckly began to unload. "See you in the mess hall at 5:30 crew." Reilly said when they had everything put away to his satisfaction.

Everyone began to walk to their cabins except Ophelia. She was standing by "her" green canoe running her hand lovingly over it. "Brooks? Are you okay?" Orlando walked back over to her.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just going to miss her." Ophelia said with one last caress to the canoe.

"You are crazy Ophelia. But I love that about you." Orlando said as they began to walk up the path to the cabins.

'Did I just say I loved her?' He asked himself. 'Oh shit. She is going to laugh at me again. Probably tear my heart out from my chest and show me my bleeding broken heart.' She hadn't said anything, maybe she hadn't noticed. He stole a quick peek at her, she just seemed to be in deep thought. Probably still thinking about the canoe.

Ophelia wasn't sure she had just heard him right. "But I love that about you." Is that what he had said? He must have meant it as a friend right? She could hear her heart thumping in her ears, could he hear it? They reached her cabin and they stopped to say good bye.

"So after dinner...? He asked feeling a little shy. They had already spoken about this night but now it felt wierd.

"Yeah. After dinner." He leaned over and kissed her. It was over fast but it still made her knees weak.

"See you at dinner." He said bounding up his steps.

"See ya." She whispered and turned to go up her own stairs.


"Oh my good, I missed you so much." Ophelia squealed. Orlando smiled and turned to see she wasn't talking to him but to the baskets of dinner rolls. "Holy shit I smell beef. I think I need to change my panties." She said grabbing a roll and slathering it with butter.

"Ophelia, you are going to give yourself a heart attack." He said taking the seat next to her.

"Oh fuck off. Don't spoil my happy reunion with meat." She said taking a bite. "Oh God that is so good." She groaned. Once again Orlando pulled in close to the table so no one would see his erection. How did she manage to make eating so sexy? When their steaks came out he could have sworn she had an orgasm. She looked exactly the way she did when she had one, her face was flushed, her hands were shaking and she was breathing hard.

"Brooks?" He said. She didn't even hear him. "Ophelia?" He said again.

"Yeah. Oh sorry Lando?" She said smiling at him.

"I may have to change my panties too." He whispered in her ear. She laughed and whispered back

"I'm almost finished my food, hurry up and eat yours." He started to eat fasted when she reached under the table and massaged his erection.


"Where did you get that?" She asked grabbing the bottle of red wine from his hand.

"I brought it with me. I was going to try to smuggle on the trip. But I knew Joe would catch me and confiscate it. I guess we'll just have to drink it tonight." He said.

"No glasses though, we'll can drink it straight from the bottle." She said taking a swig. He stared at her and she licked her lips and wiped her chin. He didn't want to rush this night, but he wasn't sure if he could wait much longer. There was no where to sit in the cabin except the bed, so they sat there and drank the wine. Before they knew it they were laying on the bed with no clothes on. He kissed her all over her body paying extra attention to her nipples. Gently biting them and sucking.

"Do you like that?" He asked her sucking one nipple then the other.

"Yes. Its really good." She whispered

"What else do you like?" He asked her licking her stomach.

"Lando, I love all the things you do to me." She said. He smiled against her lower abdomen, kissing it and licking.

"I bet you do. But I want you to tell me." She was feeling shy, she could swear and curse with the best of them but she found it mortifying to talk dirty in the bedroom.

"Ophelia? What do you want me to do to you?" She took a deep breath and whispered

"Fuck me Lando." Orlando smiled again, he could see her whole body blushing.

"What was that?" He teased her. She yanked him up to her by his hair.

"I said fuck me. Now." She said just before she kissed him. Sliding his tounge along hers he ran his hand down to feel her hot and wet for him.

"Whatever you say." He reached over to his bag beside the bed and pulled out a condom. He opened it and put it on and moved into position between her legs. He teased her with the tip of his dick.

"Now Lando, please." She was actually begging. She gasped as he shoved into her in one long, hard push. He started out slow, kissing her lips as he found his rhythym. But soon she was raking her nails over his back urging him on. He was covered in sweat and so was she. Her body began to buck under his and he felt his own orgasm start. Collasping on top of her, he laid there for several minutes.

"Wow." He said hoarsely and dropping a kiss on her lips.

"Understatement." She said. He went to his washroom to clean up and came back to find her almost asleep. He got in beside her and held her close. Just as she fell asleep she whispered.

"I love you Lando." His eyes popped open and he fought the urges to wake her up and asked her what she just said. Tomorrow they would talk.