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The Musician	By : Faline Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 2170 -:- 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 Nine - Innocent Fun

It was completely innocent. There was nothing promiscuous about inviting a wonderful musician into his home for a little 'opening night celebration party for two', right? RIGHT?

'That's it Bloom. Keep telling yourself that. And while you're at it, why 't y't you dress in drag and do the hula because you're crazy.'

He was fighting with himself. He was actually fighting with himself. What was the world coming to?

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

Hannah's voice interrupted his silent war and he glanced at her. She had taken off her performance outfit and traded black dress-ware for jeans and a tee-shirt. Orlando wasn't sure which side he liked better.

"Nothing. I didn't say anything." With a small sigh, she settled back down and swirled the glass of champagne that he had insisted she take to celebrate. It was a good white wine that he had bought from Champagne in France. Yet another perk of The Lord of The Rings. Global travel and expensive foods at a snap of the fingers. But, with all this going for the drink, she had barely touched it. Merely sipped it every ten minutes or so.

She, for her part, appeared to be listening to the sound system. He had suggested that tjustjust sit and relax. Just kick back and let loose a little bit of the wound up tension in them both. Well, that's what he had said out loud. In his head he had tried to think of a hundred different ways to make the woman in front of him moan out his name with pleasure and want. So far, he was crashing and burning.

"So, did you really enjoy the music tonight or were you a bit sick of it?"

He smiled faintly, looking into his own glass which had suffered numerous refillings. "I've always loved that score. Since the day that I saw it mixed in with those movie clips. Did you know that they actually used clips from the Two Towers and also Return of the King? That was Peter's big brainstorm."

Her face masked in a faint, confused scowl. "What do you mean? I don't understand what you're saying."

"Weren't you part of the group when they recorded the soundtrack? I heard that the composer himself came and helped."

"Well, yes."

"And, didn't you see the preview of the movie with the music mixed in with it? Don't tell me you forgot that. I think that would be too big of a blow to my ego."

"Oh my god. Oh my god. I had forgotten." Her eyes grew wide and Orlando almost chuckled at the surprise on her face. "You were there, weren't you. Oh my god, you fell off the stage and landed on Lucia. I REMEMBER NOW!" She flailed her arms quickly before she giggled like a schoolgirl. "She didn't shut up about it for like five months! Just mentioning the elf sends her into a state of 'wowness'. I didn't even recognize you!"

"Well, my hair was a bit shorter then."

"Yeah, you had a mohawk."

"Hey, I liked the mohawk thank you very much!"

"And I liked the mohawk too. I think it's cute that you keep your hair finned up like that. Very chic and different at the same time."

He laughed and looked down for a second. "Thanks, I think. I'll remember and keep that in my 'Best Compliments Ever' book." She chuckled with him.

"Yeah, I remember now. That was a total brain fart. God, you looked so different then and in the movie. You seemed different too. Not at all like the man sitting next to me now."

His eyes grew dark and a hundred of suggestions and comebacks popped into his mind. "How do I seem different? You didn't even talk to me. I don't even remember seeing you there, and yet you were."

"You seem . . . older somehow, by more than a few years. You laughed a lot that day, and I haven't really heard you truly laugh."

"Okay, that sounds a little like an excuse for not being able to back up a statement Hannah. Seriously, what did you mean?"

She sighed deeply and he could almost see the word, 'Men' growled out in her head. She thought him annoying. Well, good for her.

"I meant that it's different to actually be here, with you, like a man and not an idol. There is a difference, and at this length, I can see that quite well."

"Hmmm, alright, I can buy that. After all, I am a movie star and everything. Not many people other than my friends or my family can truly tell what kind of person I am."

She leaned in close, and cocked her head to one side, "And what, pray tell, type of person are you, Mr. Bloom?

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'Did I just say that? Did I actually say that? Am I HITTING on Orlando Bloom, THE elf? Oh God, what has the world come too. Guess I’ll just have to try and look ill-at ease. Oh no, it's not working! Oh Orlando hunnie, please don't lick your lips like that. I feel like I'm going to jump you right no-'

"I'm a serious person for the time being. I have things that need my attention and I haven't the time to be funny."

Hannah pulled her mind together and gave in a douse of cold water to cool it down. Her imagination was running away with her again. "That's a sad way to look at life. It seems like you have no joy in your life."

"Joy? I don't know about joy. Joy is kind of like an ultra version of happiness, and you can only have that when you're content. The question is, am I content in my lifestyle?"

He paused for an eternity and would say no more. Hannah inwardly groaned. Curse her for trying to see beyond the smile of someone as slippery as an actor. 'Stupid tricky elf'. She mentally dug a hole in the floor with her toe. 'Okay, now what. Say something smart and funny and intelligent and witty and smart. Oh wait, you said that already. Um, give him an Im-too-perfect-for-the-likes-of-you smile and say something that will set him back a bit.'

She frowned momentarily and then looked around quickly. "Can we watch a movie? Or do you have some larger motive for me tonight?" 'Wow, intelligent.'

He smiled brazenly. "Well, I had some ideas, but if you want to watch a movie, I guess I can't complain. That is, if it's alright with you."

He was mocking her now and her frown deepened. Orlando realized that his barb had hit deeper than he had intended and backed off, leaving to get some popcorn. While he was gone, Hannah picked out a movie and popped it in. 'This will show him for even owning a movie like ‘Autumn in New York' in the first place.'

And he did groan when he reemerged from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn in one hand and a couple of sodas in the other. "Oh god, not this bloody movie, please. For the love of all that is holy, please no."

She glared up at him. "Do you have a better idea?"

He could only smile back. He couldn't possibly know that she was angry with him. What a little brat. "Yeah. How about Stigmata? In Spanish?"

"Spanish?"

"Yeah." He laughed lightly before stooping over a stack of movies that Hannah had skipped over and pulled out a red movie jacket. He removed the movie, replaced the one in the VCR, and threw the cover at Hannah. Sure enough, it was in Spanish with French subtitles. Should be interesting,

Hannah didn't really catch much of the movie. The memory of her French and Spanish was endlessly foggy. She became so confused about half way through that she just gave up and tried to catch a quick cat nap. She'd leave after the movie, but right now it was just too tempting to give into her exhaustion and sleep.

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Orli laughed as the woman in his arms muttered and rubbed her cheek against his chest. The movie had been over for an eternity, but it was just so damned nice to sit here with his arms around her. She was soft and ‘delightfully plump’. Not fat, just soft. He loved it. He could have held her forever. That wasn’t going to happen however. She awoke with a gasp and a start, raising her head quickly and bashing him in the chin with her head. He yelped in pain as she groaned herself and leaned back away from him.

She gasped again, realizing that she had fallen asleep and checked her watch. “Oh my God.”

He glanced at the clock on his VCR. It was far later than even Orlando could have guessed. It was seven in the morning. He must have fallen asleep. She repeated her earlier oath and stood quickly. He frowned as cool air hit him and her body warmth faded from his body. She made a wonderful blanket. He stretched languidly. He had nothing to do that day. It was Saturday after all. He’d probably just crawl into his own bed when she left.

But that was the thing, he didn’t want her to leave.

“I have to go. I have a lesson at 8 and if I’m late, he’ll leave and I’ll lose the $50 that I need for food for this week.” She smiled slightly at his rumpled clothes and still comfortable expression. “Thanks for having me over last night, and this morning.”

He chuckled and finally stood, rising a good half-foot above her. “You’re welcome. Anytime.”

She smiled again and started for the door. Orli followed. “When can I see you again?”

She half-turned, paused, than turned around fully to face him. “Orlando, where are we going with this?”

He wasn’t expecting that. But, he had to address the matter at one point or another. He leaned casually against the wall in the hallway. “I’m not sure Hannah, but I'd like to find out where it can go. I like you. You’re fun to be around and you’re great. You really are.”

He offered her a large smile and she nodded slightly, discerningly. She seemed to be thinking. Orlando was slightly scared. He was afraid that she would say no, and that she never wanted to see him again. After the slight tussle of wills the night before, she would have every right to. But he still didn’t want her to leave.

“Call me, sometime during the week around 11. I’ll be home.” She turned to go, but he called her name, stopping her. There was something that he needed to do.

She looked back at him to find him less than a foot away. “Can I ask you something?” She swallowed before nodding slowly. “Can I kiss you.”

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Hannah swallowed harder. She was not expecting that. All the thoughts that had been running through her head about getting mixed up with self-absorbed movie stars and half-committed men melted away. She wanted to kiss him, she realized with a start. A pleasant start, but a startling one all the same. It was not normal for her to want to kiss a man as badly as she wanted to kiss the one in front of her. It was a burning desire that she realized had been within her the entire previous night. She nodded slowly once more, before he closed the final inches between them and smiled softly, claiming her lips.

At first there was nothing. Just warm flesh against flesh. Hard against soft, and experienced against simplistic. Then, deep within her, a little voice cried, ‘YES! FINALLY!’. His previous kisses had all been wonderful, but for some reason, this kiss left her aching, deep in the pit of her stomach. This was the kiss to end them all.

Her hand crept to the nape of his neck as she angled her head ever so slightly, allowing him better access. She felt his tongue brush across her bottom lip and she shivered unconsciously. A sigh of pleasure slipped past her mouth and she heard Orlando chuckle. His hands were warm on her back as her beating heart begged for a release from the whirl and she leaned back. Putting her head on his shoulder, she took a deep breath to steady herself.

“When can I see you again?” His voice was slightly rusty as he repeated his earlier question. A million different, flippant replies flashed through her head, but none of them seemed appropriate. What she wanted to say was that she wouldn’t leave after all, and thhe whe would stay with him. She didn’t want to go, but she had to. She had to eat, didn’t she? And she had to have somewhere to live, didn’t she?

“Call me tonight. My performance ends at 9, just like last night.” Finally, she looked up into his eyes. And held his gaze unwavering. His warm brown eyes were dark with desire and there was a little bit of something else behind them. She laughed lightly. All of that from one small, wonderful kiss. He dropped his head and brushed his lips against her nose before releasing her.

“All right then. I’ll do that.” She gave him one, last warm smile before opening the door and slipping out quietly. She stopped on the other side, and leaned against the wood, collecting her thoughts. She hoped she was taking a safe risk.
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