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The Student	By : Faline Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 4010 -:- 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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Chapter 8 - 1 Part Deux

The skirt swished around my knees in a soft whisper of silk and nylon. I took the steps slowly downward, on at a time, with delicate care, pronouncing the click of my heels. This was my favorite sundress of all time. My very first Gap dress purchase. Blue with white flowers, it knew when to cling and when to flow. With my strappy hemp sandals, this was my man killer outfit.

Orlie came out of the Dining Room as he heard my heels shuffle down to the last steps, but stopped in the doorway. His eyes grew wide at the sight of me and I knew that I had made a great choice. The outfit was perfect, just like his outfit. Just like him. My heart fluttered when he offered me his arm and I was struck by how gallant and handsome he was. Just like a prince from one of those fairytales, but I didn’t believe in that kind of stuff.

I didn’t believe in fairytales and love at first sight and fate. The world wasn’t controlled by the stars alone. But, Orlando made me want to, more than anything before. Well, with the exception of the kiss. I had wanted that pretty badly. I giggled as the thought of ‘Which kiss?’ floated to my mind and he gave me an odd look.

“Well, milady, your blue horse awaits you.” He bowed gallantly and smiled devilishly.

“Horse? I am not riding a horse in a dress. I can’t even ride that well in pants.”

He laughed and shook his head as he opened the front door. “Relax, I was joking. I meant the mustang Laura. That’s a type of horse, if I am not mistaken.” He checked for my purse and seeing that I had it, he questioned, “You have the keys right?” I nodded and he locked the door behind us.

The breeze was warm against my skin. The moon and all of the brilliant stars were shining. I could see my constellation. “Look, it’s Cancer! Do you see it?” I pointed and Orlie’s gaze traveled the length of my arm and then flew to the heavens. He shook his head and I brought my arm closer to his head. He swung around behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, laying his cheek next to mine. I smiled and leaned back against him. He was such a sweet heart. “Do you see it now?” He closed an eye comically and nodded.

“Yeah, it’s that big star isn’t it?” I laughed and shook my head in exasperation. He laughed with me. “Yeah, I see it. No worries.” We fell into silence, gazing at the stars above gazing down on us in silent beauty. “Hey Laura.” His voice was warm on my neck as he whispered into my ear.

“Yeah love.”

“Let’s go eat.”

He laughed and I smiled as I turned in his arms. “Alright, lets go.” We gave into a quick kiss before finishing the walk to the car. I groaned in appreciation as I slid into the bucket leather seats. Mustangs really are one of the most amazing cars ever made, and this one had everything, right down to the oak detail. It was such a guy car.

Orlando apparently knew where he was going, because he drove straight west and turned at all the right places, getting us to West Tyler Street with relative ease. I just sat back and relaxed. A great hit by Savage Garden was floating through on the radio and I sang along with it. One of the things I missed most about home was that I couldn’t hear any of the great hometown tunes that are always coming out of Detroit, an hour north of my town.

He pulled up in front of a nice, fancy French Restaurant with valet parking and everything. It wasn’t too crowded in the joint, but we chose a table in the back and away from the rest of the world. After placing our drink orders, Orlando pulled his chair around, next to mine. He was acting like a suitor and I was really excited that maybe I had found My Someone. He played with the back of my hand before picking up my hand and kissing it sweetly.

A dark thought crossed my mind. The same dark thought, in fact, that had been rolling around in my head since the beginning. Had he acted the same way with every woman before him? Was I just another notch in the totem pole? I looked at him. He was gazing at me with a sort of dark, smoldering passion, and I wondered, was I the first to see that expression in his eyes?

He reached over and brushed my cheek with his hand. “Penny for your thoughts love.”

I looked down at the scratched tabletop. “A penny wouldn’t be enough for my morbid thoughts.

“Oh no. Sounds serious. What could I give you for your thoughts?”

I pondered this question for a few moments before answering. “You could give me the truth.”

He was taken back by this, but nodded nonetheless. “The truth for the truth sounds like a fair trade. Now, tell me. What’s up?”

I took a deep steadying breath, which didn’t help, so I took a sip of the wine that the waiter had brought over. It helped to calm my nerves. I’m not usually the type of girl that always confronts the men she’s in relationships with. I let them do all the brave, gutsy sort of stuff, but I had the feeling that if I didn’t ask, Orlando would never tell me. “I was thinking about the women in your life before me. I wondered if you gave them the same looks and the same kiss and the same humorous banter.” I boldly met his gaze and he was taken aback.

Orli didn’t answer right away, just swirled his wine in his goblet. When he did answer, his words were shaky. “So, if I’m reading your statement right, you want to know about my old girlfriends.” I nodded solemnly. “I guess I owe you that much. I guess I’ll start with Joanna.” He paused, and took some Dutch courage himself.

“I dated Jo for about five years. She was like a best friend to me. She was one of my best friends. But, she didn’t love me the way I thought she did. She hadn’t felt that way about me since about year 3 and a half, but she never said a word about. Never told me a thing. I was ready to make the commitment, and go all the way, but she wasn’t. She left me.” He looked down and the tear that had been building fell from his eye. I was taken back. I didn’t know that this man could have been hurt like this. I put a comforting hand over his own trembling fingers and I felt the tears still moist on his skin. He continued quickly. “She left me for André Schneider, my best friend.” His head fell to his chest.

“Oh Orlando. I’m so sorry. I had no idea.” I moved our chairs closer yet, and threw an arm around his shoulders. He simply sat there, almost defeated.

“It’s not over yet.” His voice was rough and his accent made him sound almost drunk, but I knew that he hadn’t had enough to drink yet. He brought his head up and looked into my eyes with his own damp ones. “I got into a relationship with a model. Her name was Jemma Kidd. I dated her for about four months, right after Jo. She was a rebound girl, completely. There was no doubt about it, but I wanted to feel normal so bad. So, I asked her to marry me. It didn’t work out, as you can tell, because I didn’t love her. I didn’t love anyone. I had realized that the day that you came here, to New Zealand. That’s why I got so drunk. I was alone.” He stopped.

I was speechless. All this time, I had been worried about other women, when I should have been worrying about the man I was in love with . . . wait . . .

The man I was in love with.

Love.

My entire world froze as he met my eyes once again. I could almost see into his soul through those dark brown windows. Yes, love. He smiled like the brave trooper he was. I could only smile back and bring my other arm up and hug him. He was crying again, but I could his muffled words still reached my ears. “I don’t want to be alone anymore love. I’m tired of alone.” I brought my head away from his shoulder and cupped his cheek with my hand. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as well and I knew in the back of my mind that we were making a scene.

“No. You’re not alone. You’ll never be alone.” He kissed me then. His lips were warm on mine and fevered with need and want and a feeling of hope. I let him kiss me and I kissed him back. I was in love. Of all of the unlikely, uncommon, completely out of character things for me to be, I was in love. I smiled and laughed into his mouth at the same time and he laughed as well. He had let loose a great demon from his mind and I had let go a slightly less bothersome secret out of mine.

Orli pulled our foreheads together. “People are staring love.” I turned my head and saw half of the restaurant watching our table intensely. I could tell that we were only hidden in shadow, but with our arms wrapped around each other and our heads as close as possible, they could only have bad thoughts.

“Let’s get out of here. I wanna watch Monty Python.” Orlando laughed and, grabbing my hand, pulled me up. He tossed some bills on the table for the wine and service and we high-tailed it out of there.

I was felling happy giddy when we pulled up to the darkened house, and made our way inside. Turning on a few lights, I commissioned Orlando to make the popcorn, which was not a Laura specialty, and I went to dig up the movie.

All of my stuff had arrived the Thursday that it was supposed to. All 37 boxes of my movable belongings were now situated in Vigg’s house. And all 230 odd videotapes and 100 odd DVDs were lined up against the cabinet in the Living Room, where I first saw him, sitting there with tears in his eyes. I stopped digging and looked over my right shoulder at the exact spot on the couch that he had been sitting. I know it sounds a little strange, but in the three weeks that I hadn’t seen him, I had found myself in that very spot a good many times, just thinking about him.

I was snapped out of memory when Orlando came in and hopped over the back of the couch, careful to not spill one kernel of pop corn. He grinned at me and I giggled before turning back to the movies. I knew it was there. I had watched it a few days after I had arrived. There it was, buried in the very back. How it got there, we shall never know. I popped it in and the movie started.

Orlando knew an incredibly large amount of all the lines. We were able to banter back and forth during duel-character scenes, and during some single character scenes. He was simply incorrigible when it came to Monty Python and I couldn’t get enough of him. His accent added that extra touch to the humor that had been lacking in similar situations with my American friends.

We were on the couch cuddled up, in an extremely comfortable position with me leaning against his chest and my head tucked tightly beneath his chin. It was so comfortable that I actually fell asleep during the “Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch” and woke up again watching both the Bobbies and the credits on screen. Orlando was also asleep. His breath was deep and steady on the top of my head, yet he didn’t make any loud noises. This was definitely a positive sign. I took the opportunity to study him.

In sleep, some people look less worried or younger. Orlando looked drawn and more solemn. His jaw was clenched tight, as if resisting the urge to scream and his brow was drawn sharply together. His longer hair, which would be cut soon, I knew, was in a large furry ball on top of his head, but he looked simply beautiful, like before. His color was deeper, and I could tell that he had seen some good sun time since that interesting March day. His jaw unclenched and he let out a deep breath through parted lips. His lips were the most intriguing part.

At times, they were just an angry pink slash across his face. A line carved by an angry God or an uncaring hand. But, sometimes, when he smiled or gave me that look, they were ripe, beautiful lips, which gave birth to some of the most perfect and beautiful words ever spoken. A smiled played across his lips now and my eyes flew to his own. He was awake, and watching me in return.

“Like what you see?” I grinned and nodded sleepily. He stretched under my body, rubbing his lower half against my thigh. His beautiful lips stretch sensuously across his face. “Good. I like what I see.” He lowered his mouth and kissed me. I could never seem to get enough of the piece of heaven known as his kiss. Orli had a lot of practice, but that was okay. He was damn good at it. This kiss was a little different.

It was close mouth, but nonetheless touching. It swept through my soul and my heart and made me ache inside and out with want for this man. He held my face between his hands and I turned and settled more comfortably facing him. My hands lightly traced his chest and his shoulders, which were large and strong. I traced his back and the back of his head, feeling the prickle of his short hair on my palms. They poked lightning through my skin and into my blood. His kisses started to run deeper in passion and devotion.

“Orlando.” The word escaped between fevered kisses.

“I’m a little busy love.” He left my mouth and started to trace kisses down my neck and around my ear.

I had to giggle a little, but stopped as soon as his hands left my face and skimmed down my back. He was slowly reversing our positions and laying me under him on the couch. I couldn’t think of what I was saying. Something about point of no return I think. The thoughts vanished as his hands dipped farther, and lower, beneath my skirt hem, which had ridden up already.

Flesh met flesh and I craved the feel of his skin against my own hands. I ripped at the buttons of his shirt, lowering my own mouth to each piece of flesh that I revealed. I stopped half way down his chest as he pushed me down into the couch and simply pulled the cloth over his head and tossed it to the side. He smiled down gently on me and our eyes met and held, dueling for love, or maybe simply because we could. There was passion in those deep brown eyes and I could tell it was all for me. He had my skirt around my waist and I leaned forward, allowing his capable hands to undo the zipper and pull the cumbersome garment off my burning body. His eyes flew everywhere and it was a little un-nerving, being the object of this man’s desire.

He was bare to the chest, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted all of him, I needed all of him. He read my thoughts and his hand started for the buttons on his trousers, but he stopped, wavering, pausing, midway there. I could see the fire slowly burning from his eyes. What was he doing? “Laura.” He brought the hand back up and balanced his body over mine. I pulled him as close as I could. What was he doing?

“What’s wrong Orlando?” He shook his head, burying his face in my neck. I could feel his breath hot on my damn, sweaty skin. “Orlando?”

He kissed my shoulder blade with a butterfly touch. “I can’t do this now Laura.”

I pushed his head up so he would look into my eyes and tell me he didn’t want this as much as I did. That the pressure against my thighs was not what I thought it was that it was a cell phone or something. I wanted him to tell me that I wasn’t pretty enough for him, or something! I couldn’t deal with just a simple ‘No’! “Why not. I know you’re willing and I know that you’re ready.”

He looked into my eyes. I saw no pain, or remorse, or fear in the chocolate depths. “I don’t have any protection and I could never, would never, take advantage of you like that.” The remorse showed clear now, but my relief was immense. He cared enough to at least know when to say no. I hugged him back down to me as our bare skin cooled us both, and I started to fall asleep again.

He shifted slightly and brought his mouth down on mine for a tender kiss before rolling off of me and landing on the floor. The thump brought me from my twilight ay hey head rolled to the side, to look at him in perhaps wonder and love. I smiled woefully for what could have been had and he saw the desire roll across my face once more. “I’m sorry.” Rising, he picked up my sleepy body and carried me through the house and to my bedroom, and my bed. Orli kissed me again, but I was falling fast asleep. “I’m sorry.” Setting me under the covers, he pulled away to leave, but I wouldn't let him. I held fast to his hand and pulled him back beside the bed. He had said he didn’t want to be alone, didn’t he?

“No. Stay with me tonight. Don’t go.” My words were low and quiet, but he heard them. He heard, and he protested, but I would have none of it. I didn’t want to be alone either. “Please?” I begged him with my eyes, silently asking for this one thing. He conceded and crawled under the covers with me. Orli spooned up against my back and for one second, I could imagine spending all of eternity just like this. I slipped away with his steady breath in my ear, whispering “I love you.”
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