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Flying With Eagles	By : Zar Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 10191 -:- 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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Title: Flying with Eagles
Author: Zar
Email: squishypiglet@hotmail.co.uk
LJ: http://www.livejournal.com/users/squishypiglet/
Warnings: This is slash. Don't like it? Don't read it!
Pairings: Viggorli with special guest Eric Bana.
Disclaimer: This is not true, despite all my wishes.
Summary: Beauty is Skin Deep, Ugly is to the Bones

Chapter 9

It wasn’t that I wasn’t excited to hear from him again. I was. Ryan’s a great guy – funny, smart and absolutely gorgeous. So gorgeous in fact, he’s a model and has been “Cosmopolitan’s Man of the Year” for the third year running. Why he’s interested in me has always been an enigma. What does he see in me?

Ryan Salentino, now 32 years old still has the androgynous look which made him famous at a time when females were feminine and males were masculine. He helped put me on the map. He has the look which appeals to both sexes, but it was his…attitude which attracted me in the beginning although I never admitted it to myself at the time.

We had met when he was in his early twenties and my career had not yet taken off. To make ends meet for my little family, I decided to make some quick cash by being a photographer for a few magazines. It was only reluctantly that I accepted the job, and it was only because of that damned Beanie who called me every day begging me to take it. Exene was pregnant at the time with Henry and downright moody, easily irritable and nothing I did was right; if for nothing else, it would give me a good excuse to get out of the house. The pay is good and the hours aren’t that long – the only drawback is the model. The tantrums over poses, make up and ots…its…it goes on. It was commonplace to stock five different brands of water as each model has at least two brands “undrinkable”. You can imagine the rest.

If I had known that Ryan were my model, I would not have been so apprehensive. He was totally professional though it was a first time for both of us. None of those tantrums or stalking off shoots as Beanie had warned and there was really a connection between us. I didn’t dare make moves on him or anything – firstly, I was married and secondly, I was not gay. Not gay. That’s right. I only felt something for Ryan because he looked like a woman.

Years went by and we stayed in touch, meeting for dinner when we were in the same place. But now, I am divorced and Ryan knows it. Maybe this is just what I need to forget that whole Orlando thing. Maybe I am being given a second chance with him…

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“I am shocked you even recognise me anymore, Ryan…it’s been almost three years since I last saw you. Thanks for taking the time out to have dinner with an old man…”

My beautiful friend laughs.

“’To me, fair friend, you never can be old For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still.’”

I had forgotten the way we used to banter, but it appears Ryan has not.

“I recognise Shakespeahen hen I hear it. Can’t even challenge me anymore, boy…you think me beautiful? Try this one: ‘Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clear to the bone.’”

I get a bewildered look at me. There is nothing I can do to contain my smug grin.

“I have no idea who said that. Give me a clue. Are you sure I know him?”

“Positive.”

“Time period?”

“Umm…modern.”

“Ted Hughes?”

“Does that sound like Hughes’ work? Two more shots…”

“Hardy?”

“Ryan, I am getting disappointed. Hardy? Honestly?”

“Wait wait! Give me one more clue.”

“I know he is your favourite poet.”

“You mean…Browning? But he’s not modern!”

“Aww, too bad. I win this round.”

“Fine…who was it then?”

The maitre d’ gestures to me and begins to lead us to a table, but before I go, I turn around and wink at Ryan.

“Me. I just made it up.”

“Cheater!”

~~~

I haven’t had this much fun in a long time. Just kicking back and enjoying myself with an intelligent, sexy man. Yet why do I keep thinking about Orlando? I should be focusing on the longish golden mane in front of me…not curly boyish locks tucked under a beret. And I know for a fact that I shouldn’t be thinking about Johnson.

But I am.

Ryan carelessly sweeps his hair out of his green eyes but it doesn’t have any effect on me. Not like the way Orlando wrinkles his nose and glares at the disobedient curls. I don’t know how he’s done it, but I can think of nothing else.

I am sure Ryan knows I am distracted. He must feel it, but he’s not letting it bother him. I can feel the way he’s staring at me while I am concentrating on my food. I wonder if he can see that I am blushing. Nobody has looked at me like that since before I was with Exene.

He is evidently flirting but I am not quite flirting back. I still don’t know exactly how I feel about him. We haven’t even discussed if he’s really staying over with me. It all comes to a stop though, when in the middle of telling me an amusing tale of one of his shoots, he waves his fork and knocks his glass of wine into his lap.

This is strangely reminiscent of Orlando spilling his coffee. I think it might be some effect I have on other men – I make them drop things.

Ryan is understandably upset and looking at me desperately for help even as he is soaking up the mess with the table cloth. Having seen this scene repeated numerous times previously with a klutzy Henry, I know the routine well. Picking up my glass of water, I tip it slowly over my own napkin to soak it before getting up and squatting down beside Ryan’s chair.

The man is looking down at his ruined pleated pants with a look that is almost comical. Using the wet end of the napkin, I delicately dab at the stain, careful not to rub it in further.

“My pants are ruined. But it was worth it.”

“What?” I look up at him only to find he has moved closer to me than I expected.

“Now I have you close enough to do this.”

That’s the last thing I hear before I feel his lips gently press against mine. It is only a gentle meeting of lips, not so much a kiss as a caress, but I feel heat running through me. I had forgotten the rush of a first kiss. There were no words then, simply two pairs of eyes gazing into the other; one pair steady, the other slightly confused. But we were both too long in this business to forget that the public is always watching and there were no further advances.

Ryan slowly moved his hand towards mine which was still clutching the napkin to his crotch. It is mesmerising, watching him gently cradle my hand in his own before raising it to his mouth for a soft kiss, all the while staring at my face gauging my reaction.

I can’t seem to be able to figure out what to do, and he is chuckling.

“Never seen you so lost for words, Vig.”

He pulls me up slowly from my crouching position back into my seat. In a daze, I can only watch as he calmly seatmselmself back across from me and smiles slowly.

I’ve just noticed that he still has a grip on my hand and the two are entwined on the tabletop. It feels nice so I leave it there. Maybe this is where my hand should be. In his.

I smile back hesitantly at him before I see something that makes my breath catch in my throat. Just beyond Ryan’s shoulder, I see a man storming out of the restaurant. Tall, brown curls, briefcase, expensive suit…nothing out of the ordinary in a business world.

Except that it were Mr Eric Bana himself.

TBC...

Thank you so much, Lauren, for the review! I am really excited and pleased to see that you like it. Yay!! Thank you, thank you, thank you. I had actually written the 'one chapter a day' thing, but found I couldn't post any of that up! But, I've finally caught it up now, and so here you are. Hope you liked it! *MUAH*
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