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Always Be Here	By : dawnenab Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 4615 -:- 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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**Disclaimer: I do not know Orlando Bloom. I have no knowledge of him personally and this is simply a work of fiction... Strictly my imagination here folks. If you do not see him this way, then do not continue to read. I make no profit from this, and it is written for my own enjoyment, and hopefully that of others.

Pairings: Orli/OFC Het Fic

This story is rated NC-17 for heavy use of strong language as well as future
scenes.

Chapter 8

There's times where I want
something more
Someone more like me
There's times when this dress
rehearsal
Seems incomplete
But, you see the colors in me like no one
else
And behind your dark glasses you're...
You're something
else
You're really lovely
Underneath it all
You want to love
me
Underneath it all
I'm really lucky
Underneath it all
You're
really lovely

~No Doubt

Thursday 10:00 A.M. (Morocco)
The drive to the set was pleasant. Orli’s in a good mood today. Thank God. I’m a lucky girl. He obviously doesn’t hold grudges, and I’m glad, because he’s turning out to be a pretty great friend. I’m glad this trip is just for re-shoots because it means we have more time off. To tell you the truth, I don’t think I’d be enjoying myself so much without him around. He’s off in make-up now. You should see what he’s wearing for this film. Plays a fisherman, which means a lot of bare-chested shots. He’s so tan and the make-up just enhances it. Don’t really care for the bandana they have him wear on his head, but it’s true to the character so I can’t complain. Not too much anyway. He looks so cute with his pants rolled up around his calves. Great legs on this man too. Oh well. What am I to do with myself for the next couple of hours? Hmmm, I think the craft services is over there. Let’s go see if they have any Dr. Pepper. Caffeine is my friend. Speaking of friends, is that? Oh my God! It is! That’s Bryan. I haven’t seen him in what? Four…five years? Think I’ll go over and say hi after I get that Dr. Pepper.
11:45 A.M.
Bryan is doing great. He’s married now. Two years and his wife just gave birth to their daughter. She’s adorable. Evie Marie. Great name, huh? It was really great to see him again. I miss that whole crowd. Haven’t seen any of them since…the whole ‘John’ debacle. Too painful to go to the places we used to go, or to see people that were ‘our’ friends. Especially since most of them knew his secret. Damn. Had to think about that didn’t I? Hey! There’s Orli. Think I’ll go watch him work for a bit. Wonder what’s wrong with him. He looks kinda pissed off.
"Hey you. How’s it going?" I ask, my curiosity peaked. His frown doesn’t lighten as I approach and I begin to wonder if he’s decided that he’s mad at me after all.
"Fine. Everything’s just bloody fine." he says, more sharply than he’s ever spoken to me before. He gets up and stalks over to his mark, leaving me standing there staring after him. Alrighty then. Guess I’ll sit here and watch. Maybe whatever’s bothering him has to do with this scene. Actors can get really emotional if they aren’t performing well.
This is one of my favorite parts of coming out to a location. I really love watching the filmmaking process. Orli seems to be having trouble concentrating for some reason. The director calls cut for the tenth time and Orli storms off toward the trailer that’s been set up for his use while he’s on set.
Guess I’d better go find out what’s up. This is the part of my job I could do without; the temper tantrums. To tell you the truth, I never thought Orli’d be one to have them. I mean, I know I give him shit all the time, but he’s really not on any kind of ‘star-trip’ at all.
11:50 A.M.
Here’s the trailer now. Let me knock first. "Orli?...Orli?...Are you in there? Orli?...I’m coming in now," I say as I open the door and step into the dim room.
It takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the lack of light, but then I see him standing at the other end of the room with his back to me. He doesn’t turn to look at me, or even answer me.
"Orlando? You wanna tell me what the hell’s up?" I ask, losing patience with his behavior.
"Not really," he says, once again his tone is cold and short. "Can you just leave me alone now, Adriana? I need to get my head together so I can do this scene."
Ok. Now I know something’s up. He just called me ‘Adriana’. Now I’m getting pissed. He’s acting like a spoiled brat.
"You bet. You have five minutes. I expect you back out there in four." There. Let him see the professional side of me for a change.
His eyes flare with anger as he finally turns and faces me, but I don’t give him a chance to say one more word. The door to the trailer slams loudly behind me. Probably had something to do with the fact that I gave it a good shove on the way out. What the hell crawled up his ass anyway? Well, he’d better not think he can pull this ‘movie star’ bullshit with me and get away with it. I’m not Fiona or one of his little groupies either. "Can you just leave me alone now, Adriana?" he says. Asshole. I’ll go tell the director that Orli’ll be right there, then I’m going to find another Dr. Pepper.
Actors!
5:00 P.M.
They finally got the shots they needed, although not due to any help from my client. Mr. Bloom blew his lines, missed his cues and basically just fucked up everything he tried to do today. Not only that, but when they wrapped him, he took off. I haven’t seen him since. Bryan says a bunch of the crew is going to check out a new club in town. I think I may just tag along. Knowing Fiona, she’s packed just the thing I’ll need to go out in. She has really great taste. Should be back to the hotel in just a few minutes and Bryan said he’d pick me up at about seven. That gives me time to shower ant ret ready.
I wish Orli hadn’t taken off. I don’t know what his problem was, but I’m sure a night out might help him get it off his mind. I’d really like him to meet Bryan and some of the others. They don’t believe me when I tell them how cool he is and after the way he acted today, I may never be able to convince them of it. I know Orli isn’t much for clubbing, but this isn’t Hollywood, so he might just enjoy himself. Maybe I’ll talk to him when I get to the room, if he’s even there. Who knows? Just wish I knew what’s wrong. I don’t like seeing him like this. It’s not like him at all.
Ok. Finally. I didn’t think the driver was ever going to make it. Older guy, and was he ever slow. I really love this hotel. Not only is it beautiful, but the staff here are so nice. I’m sure it’s just because I’m here with the film, but it’s still nice. It seems that every staff person I see knows my name, and uses it. Really makes me feel special. Here’s the elevator. Up we go. Fourteenth floor. Here it is. Now to the room. 1437…here we are. Wonder if he’s in there. Only one way to find out...
I’m greeted by a thick silence when I open the front door. Doesn’t look like he’s been here, or if he has he’s gone now. Oh well. His loss. I do hope he’s gone somewhere to cut loose though. We don’t need another day like we had today.
Well, I’m off to shower.
6:45 P.M.
I was right. Fiona did pack club clothes. Just about ready to go. Little lip-gloss and I’m all set. I love these heels she bought. All this and I get to write it off too. Ok. One last look in the full length mirror…yep…look pretty damned good, even if I do say so myself. Hmmm…ID…lip-gloss…cell phone. Got ‘em all. Oops…can’t forget my credit card. Now I’m all set.
6:55 P.M.
Bryan’ll be here in a minute. I have to meet him in the lobby, cause he doesn’t have access to the private elevator. Ok. I’m off. Wonder if I should leave Orli a note? No. From what I saw earlier, he’s in no mood to care if I’m here or not. To hell with it. I’m going out. Gonna have some fun. Been too long since I’ve done it and it’s long overdue. Ok. Just be sure the door closes behind me. Yep. And away I go…
6:59 P.M.
I take a quick look in the tiny mirror that’s built into the flap of my clutch purse. Lips are still good. No color on my teeth. Finally I’m at the lobby. As the doors slide open, I’m nearly knocked over by Orli who barges into the car without looking.
"Pardon me," he mumbles, apparently not seeing that it’s me. He looks up, and his eyes go wide with what I can only describe as astonishment, then they proceed to slide down my body, taking me in from head to toe. The visual inventory is very slow, very male and very thorough. I’m used to him looking at me. Men look. It’s a guy thing but Orli has never looked at me with such open desire before and it’s pretty unsettling. Added to the anger from earlier that is still lingering there too it’s even more disturbing. But why is he mad? And why at me? I haven’t done anything.
"Hey Orli. I’m going out with a few friends. Some new club that’s just opened. Why don’t you come? Sounds like it should be a lot of fun. Maybe it’ll cheer you up," I say, really trying to persuade him to join us.
I glance over my shoulder and see Bryan staring into the elevator car curiously. I give him the ‘hold-on-a-second’ sign and he nods. He then begins a very thorough inspection of the lobby’s plants, obviously trying to give me the privacy that it looks like I must need. When I look back at Orli, he’s wearing the ugliest scowl I’ve ever seen.
His usually gorgeous features are twisted into a bitter mask and he says flatly, "Thanks, but I think I’ll pass. Looks like you’ve got plenty of company anyway." Why is he holding a rose?
Shrugging I say, "Suit yourself. I’ll be late, so don’t wait up," Don’t know what possessed me to say that, except that he’s acting really weird. In fact, if I didn’t know better, I’d swear he was jealous or something. That’s ridiculous, of course, for two reasons. One, we aren’t dating and two, what’s there to be jealous of even if we were? I’m going out with a huge crowd of people for heaven’s sake.
"Wasn’t planning on it, luv. Got plans of my own. We’ll try to keep things confined to the bedroom, but you may want to cover your eyes when you come in. Never know what you might see…" he says sarcastically, the heat from his eyes is intense. Is he serious? He is. My mouth is hanging open at this point, and I’m looking at him as though he’s got two heads. I don’t even know what to say.
All I can think of is "Alrighty then Well, have fun." and with that, I step out into the lobby, joining Bryan and we leave the hotel. He asks me if everything is ok, and I tell him it is and take his arm to walk to his car. I don’t know what’s going on with Orli, but I’m going to have fun tonight if it’s the last thing I ever do.
Guess I know who that rose's for though...
12:30 A.M.
The club was great and so was spending some time with Bryan and his friends. They’re a fun crowd, but my heart’s just not in it. I tried to be mad at Orli, but I’m really just worried. I need to talk to him so we can make this right. I don’t like all this tension. I need to know what he’s mad at me about so I can figure out what we need to do to fix it. Orli has to be able to work and so do I for that matter, but at this rate neither of us will be able to. I said goodbye to Bryan and the others and called for a taxi. Hopefully Orli’s company will be gone by now. If she’s not, it’s gonna have to wait until the morning, and that won’t do at all.
12:45 A.M.
Back at the room now. Here goes. I’m going in. God I hope they aren’t in the living room. Ok. Bracing myself, I open the door to the suite and walk in. Living room’s dark, but oddly Orli’s bedroom door’s open and the light’s on. I wonder if she’s still here. In there. With him. Why does that thought make me so queasy? Now what? I really need to talk to him. Do I dare go and see if he’s in there? If she is? Oh what the hell?! I walk to the open doorway and knock on the doorframe.
"Orli? Um…are you here? Can we talk?" I ask, waiting for a response nervously.
"You’re home early, party girl" I hear from one of the chairs in front of his fireplace. His room is very similar to mine in layout, differing mainly in coloring.
"I wasn’t having as much fun as I’d hoped. Orli…what’s wrong? What’d I do to piss you off, cause I’m really clueless here." I say, wincing at the slight pleading tone in my voice. I walk on into the room, feeling sure he’s alone. He stands up and walks around the chairs, stopping in front of me.
He’s looking down at me with a wry smile as he says "My sweet baby. So innocent. You’ve no idea, have you?" His voice is huskier than normal, making his accent even sexier.
"I just told you I didn’t, Orli. Is this a bad time to talk?" I inquire, looking around to be sure there isn’t someone in the bathroom or closet or something. Now that I look around, there is no evidence that anyone has been here but him all night. Bed’s made, and there isn’t any of the usual ‘fallout’ from a good romp.
I’m not even close to being prepared for the answer I get. Without warning, he takes my face in his hands and presses his lips to mine softly. Not expecting it, I put my hands up between us on his chest, but his right arm goes around my waist and pulls me in tighter to him. This prevents me from pulling away, and allows him to kiss me more firmly. His lips search mine, seeking acceptance, which they find; much to my own surprise. My lips part, allowing his tongue to invade my mouth. At first he seems hesitant, exploring me, tasting me.
His tongue touches mine and the world seems to explode around us. The kiss becomes more demanding and I press myself into it, unable to deny the pleasure that’s pulsing through me. I’m faintly aware of the taste of alcohol, but he isn’t drunk. As he deepens the kiss, my head starts to swim. He wraps his arms around me and in response my arms snake up around his neck. My hands tangle in his hair…so soft…and I pull his face to me, wanting to be kissed even more thoroughly. We kiss like this for long minutes before I’m able to form a clear thought.
I feel his hands move down the bare flesh of my back, which is accessible because of the backless halter-top that Fiona bought for me. Thank you Fiona. His hand slides down and cups my bottom, pulling our lower bodies into tight contact. I can feel him hard against me and it sends a thrill of pleasure rippling out from my belly, making my knees a little weak.
I finally pull back and look into his eyes, which are hazed with his desire to continue what we’re doing. I step back out of his arms…reluctantly…and say "And here I thought you were mad at me."
Do I have to sound so breathless after his kiss? Not great for my ego here folks.
"I am. I was. Bloody hell, woman! What are you trying to do to me?" he asks, his own voice carrying a pleading tone.
What am I trying to do to him? In the last ten seconds the man has turned my brain to mush and set me on fire and he has the balls to ask what I’m trying to do to him? Men! I now know that no matter who they are or what they do for a living; they’re simply insane. All of ‘em.
"What am I trying to do? Let’s see. What I was trying to do was have a conversation with you. Little difficult to do with your tongue in my mouth. How bout you tell me what just happened here? Maybe then we can figure out why you’ve been in such a foul mood all day." I say, trying not to get too angry, but wanting an answer…like now…
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