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British Sex God in My House	By : Goddessofdreams03 Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 7747 -:- 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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Ch 8- Play with a kitten and get scratched.

“Deveraux Alison Chase!! STOP BLINKING!!!!” Piper ordered, pulling Raux’s head back where she wanted it. Raux winced when Piper accidently yanked on some of her hair..Or was it accidental?

“OW!! I can’t help it you’re coming at me with that mascara wand like it’s a dagger! I’m afraid!” Raux cried in response. Piper rolled her eyes, and pumped the mascara wand in it’s container.

“Look up......and if you blink I am going to hurt you.” She swore as she leaned over Raux. Deveraux obediently stared up at the ceiling. Piper made quick work of the application. Moving back she studied her work, her face then lit with a pleased grin.

“Perfect! You look amazing! Who knew you were a hottie? Oh that’s right.. I did!! ” She grinned and fluffed Raux’s hair.

“Yeah..sure Piper. I’m a hottie...” Deveraux said, sending a look heavenward. Piper gave her a quick whack on the back of the head.

“You’re gorgeous! Take a compliment!” She snapped.

“Hey! Was that really necessary?!” Raux yelled and rubbed at the back of her head. Piper sent her a sweet smile over her shoulder before entering the closet.

“Of course it was babe..”

“Of course it was babe...” Raux mimicked, crossing her arms and scowling.

“I heard that you little snot!” There came a muffled reply accompanied by a flying shoe. The shoe hit it’s mark, hitting poor Raux in the chest.

“Ow! For fuck’s sake Piper!” She cried, rubbing at her injured breast. Piper stuck her head out the door.

“Oops. Terribly sorry dear.....” She giggled, and sent her a apologetic smile. Deveraux grumbled and headed for the door. Piper ran out to stop her.

“ Where are you going?” She asked, planting herself in front of the door. Raux blinked at her.

“To get something to drink.....why are you worried about it?” Piper fidgeted for a moment, then sighed.

“Because last time I was out there Morgan was practically molesting Orlando on the couch..” Piper watched Raux go stiff. She continued to watch as Raux turned on her heel and headed somewhat dejectedly for her bed.

“I don’t care......I don’t....” The forced conviction in her voice gave away the fact that she did care. Piper seated herself beside Raux. Raux sighed and rested her head on Piper’s shoulder.

“Life sucks....”

“Yep. I know..” Piper nodded, wrapping her arms around her friend. For a moment they sat there both feeling a pang of envy for the model in the livingroom.

Piper was quick to get over her envy, her philosophy was simple,“He doesn’t want me. Then I sure as hell don’t want him!”

Deveraux wished she could live by it too but she couldn’t. At least not when I came to Orlando, she was too far gone. She only had two choices in this matter. Find someone else or go back to Georgia. She wasn’t ready to give up on Los Angeles yet, she was simply going to have to find someone else. Heaving another sigh Raux straightened up.

“Where is that red dress? I’ve got a man to catch...” She said, shoving to her feet and marching into her closet. She wasn’t going to sit around and dwell on her misfortune. She was going to go out with a strange man and get drunk! Ok...Getting drunk wasn’t a good idea. Scratch that, pleasantly buzzed? Ooooo...that sounded like a plan.

“Piper....that shoe you threw was it one of my red heels?” Raux inquired, as she shoved around her many shoes. Piper picked up the strappy red heel.

“Yeah...it was...Deveraux....?”

“Hmmm?” Raux stepped out of the closet, trying to tuck her chest into the low neckline of her dress. Piper held up the shoe, and studied it skeptically.

“Have you ever worn these?” She asked, moving forward to help Raux control her breasts.

“No I haven’t, but I’ll muddle through for the sake of the man hunt. Gah! Feckin’ boobs....Why won’t they stay in?!” She cried throwing up her hands. With a shake of her head Piper, adjusted Raux bodice and chest.

“There you go. Perfect! You know I don’t understand why you hide under those big shirts all the time...” Piper tsked, leaning down to fluff the skirt of Raux’s dress.

“I don’t “hide” under them. They are comfortable. I love the comfort......” Raux returned. Piper adjusted the straps while Deveraux pulled on her heels.

“You do hide and you don’t have a single reason to! Don’t argue..Now come let us show the Sex God the goddess that’s been hiding just under his nose... ” Piper said, with a wink and a grin. Locking her arm in Raux, Piper dragged her out the now open door. Raux chose to keep quiet on the whole goddess subject surmising that silence was better then getting whacked in the back of the head again. As they moved into the hall the voices of Orlando and Morgan floated towards them.

“Morgan, please. We’re in the lounge, Deveraux and Piper will be out any moment. Morgan.......”

“But Orlando........” Morgan whined.

“Morgan. No, I’m not going to “have you” on the couch as you put it.......” Orlando cut her off curtly. Piper sent Raux an impressed look.

“Seems our sex god is turning down sex with a model......We’re training him nicely.....” She whispered and tried to peek into the living room. Deveraux stifled a snort.

“He just doesn’t want us to see him ass up, while he bangs Bonesag out there....”

“BONESAG?!” Piper cried in disbelief, then shrieked with laugher. Deveraux’s eyes widened and she tried to drag Piper back into the bedroom before they were caught. Piper let Raux try, her laughter continuing to fill the air.

“Piper! Shhhh!! Shut up!! Piper!! ” Deveraux whispered furiously, struggling with the immovable Piper. Raux heard someone coming towards the hall, and panicked. She let go and dashed into her bedroom. At the loss of her support Piper went crashing to the floor. The fall didn’t faze her one bit, she lay right where she landed, laughing her guts up.

“What’s all this noise?” Orlando popped his head round the corner to see Piper laughing on the floor and a flash of something red disappearing into Raux’s. He frowned in curiosity and moved towards Piper, pulling her to her feet. Morgan stood at the end of the hall. He watched in fascination as Piper took one look at Morgan, then burst into fresh peals of laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Morgan demanded huffily, watching Orlando hold the uncontrollable Piper up.

“BONESAG!!” Piper cried again, doubling over and clutching her stomach. Morgan failed to see the hilarity of that statement, and her lips thinned with annoyance. Orlando watched in amusement as Piper tried to gather her composure. She leaned heavily against the wall, gasping for breath.

“Woooo...oh..My god. That girl kills me....She’s something else..” Piper said, giggling a little and shaking her head. Deveraux’s disgruntled voice came from within her room.

“It wasn’t that funny Pipe......”

“Oh yes it was girl.......It was hilarious....” Piper responded, venturing back into the bedroom to pull Deveraux out of hiding. Orlando shook his head in amazement and turned to lead the irritated Morgan back to the couch.

“Hey now, English stay there. The big reveal is coming.....” Piper called after him.

“Big reveal, eh? Music and everything?” He inquired turning himself and Morgan round at the end of the hall.

“NO! NO MUSIC! Ow...Piper...that’s my arm.....let gooo....Look! You’re making me put grooves in my wood floors!!.” Deveraux protested loudly. Orlando moved farther down the hall eager to see Raux.

“Well stop digging your heels into the floor!” Piper ordered, and shoved Raux out into the hall. Orlando stepped forward to steady her as she came stumbling out.

“Phew..hey..hi...” Deveraux breathed, smiling up at him. Orlando studied her in momentary shock. For minute there his eyes were firmly glued to Deveraux’s chest, her breasts nearly falling out of her dress. Remembering that he was being watched he covered his obvious fascination by taking in the rest of Raux. His gaze slide from the top of her head down to where her dark hair floated around her hips continuing down to her pretty little manicured toes. The change in her appearance, though not unbelievable was definitely not something anyone would have expected. The vibrant red of the dress complimented her creamy skin, while the style accentuated her curvy and lush figure. His face split in a huge grin.

“You look gorgeous Deveraux!” He complimented, running his hands down her arms to squeeze her hands.

“Thank you..” She giggled breathlessly, then mentally berated herself.

“ You’re making an ass of yourself......stop giggling.......stop it....DEVERAUX STOP!!” She jerked slightly, then continued to smile up at Orlando. Orlando found himself gazing at her chest again.

“Wow....those are bloody fantas....oh look they’re jiggling......how intriguing.....oooo maybe I’ll get lucky and they’ll pop out...Hey! This is Raux you’re talking about! Your friend! Yeah but maybe Friends with Bene...DON’T GO THERE! But look at those brea...don’t look at those! Look at her eyes! You like her eyes!! Pretty blue! Yes eyes....oh look at those lips...EYES BLOOM THE EYES!!!! Eyes! Right!” He instantly locked his eyes with her’s.

“I can’t..I just can't........” He shook his head, steppped back and spun her around to get a better look. He once again took in the sights.

“Better get used to all that cleavage... I’m burning all her clothes while she’s out....” Piper declared with a firm nod. Deveraux tried in vain to hide her blush as Orlando began to dig in his pocket.

“Here’s a lighter...” He said dropping the silver lighter into Piper’s palm. Deveraux scowled at them both.

“If I come home and one shirt is missing both of you will get a boot to the ass.....” She warned, crossing her arms. Orlando grinned and turned to Morgan.

“Morgan you haven’t told Deveraux how nice she looks.....”

“That’s because I don’t think she does. I think that dress is ugly not to mention the fact that it’s just unflattering...and don’t get me started on the shoes.....” Morgan supplied cattily. Deveraux blinked in disbelief as did Orlando. Sending Morgan a dark glare, Orlando wrapped Raux in a protective hug.

“Don’t listen to her...It’s a beautiful dress and you look amazing in it...” He assured her, and kissed her forehead. Deveraux sighed, and pressed her face into his chest to hide her smirk. Morgan wasn’t going to let it go. Especially not when Deveraux was clinging to him like a limpet. Orlando was her’s, some pudgy little secretary wasn’t going to take him away.

“Oh Orlando stop lying to the girl...The bodice is too small, then length is just wrong, and the color screams for attention. It’s trashy....You should have helped her dress. I mean look what you’re wearing.....” She persisted, waving a hand towards him. Orlando glanced down at his shirt and grinned.

“As I said before Raux you’re gorgeous and you look as much. And Morgan I’ll have you know that Deveraux picked out this shirt as well as all the other of my shirts that you favor...” He stated, sending Deveraux a wink. Morgan blink for a moment stunned by this admission.

“Well should we be worried that she has better taste in men’s clothes than women’s?” She inquired, with a smug look. Orlando went stiff and turned to Morgan ready to defend Deveraux once again. As much as Deveraux loved it she couldn’t let Morgan think she was a doormat.

“Should we be worried that your hip bones are sticking out of your skirt?” Raux returned, her eyes narrowed with ire. Morgan gasped and drew herself up. Piper’s laughter howled out from the kitchen. Orlando turned back to Raux, his eyes wide with shock.

“Are you going to let her talk to me like that Orlando?!” Morgan cried, stomping her foot in frustration. Orlando didn’t even look back at her, he simply grinned at Deveraux before commenting.

“I’m sorry Morgan but if you play with a kitten you’re bound to get scratched....isn’t that right?” He murmured as he stroked a finger lightly under Raux’s chin. It took all Raux had not to purr up at him, but she managed to nod instead. Both their heads turned to the door, as the bell rang.
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