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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 9

oh no, I see
a
spiderweb is tangled up with me
and I lost my head
and thought of all the
stupid things I'd said

oh no, what's this?
a spiderweb and I'm caught
in the middle
so I turned to run
and thought of all the stupid things I'd
done

and I never meant to cause you trouble
and I never never meant to
do you wrong
ah, well if I ever caused you trouble
oh no I never meant to
do you harm

~Coldplay

Thursday 10:05 A.M.
Have I told you how happy I am that I brought her out here? This morning was great. She enjoyed my cooking and for the first time since I’ve known her she relaxed. The fact that I played even a small part in it feels great. I can’t believe that her head wasn’t worse this morning. Lucky girl. I pay dearly when I overindulge. Not a luxury I can afford now that my face earns my living. Good thing I’ve gotten the partying thing out of my system. Bit too old for all that rubbish at twenty-seven.
Just about done here in make-up. Really hate this bandana. Bugs the hell out of me, but if that’s all I have to complain about, hey? I’m a lucky bloke then, aren’t I? This location is brilliant too. I love working near the water. Beach is close by and because this trip is for re-shoots I should have time to actually enjoy it this time. Think I’ll ask baby to come out to the beach with me tonight. There’s an amazing cove nearby and they usually have bon fires there at night; always reminds me of seeing Guy Fawkes* ablaze. Seems like something she’d enjoy. Low key. She’s all but glowing after just twenty-four hours here. Ok Bloom, enough patting yourself on the back already. Let’s go make a movie, huh?
Hmmm, wonder where she is. I haven’t seen her since I went off to wardrobe and make-up when we got here. My best guess is that she’s found craft services and is gulping down another Dr. Pepper. Uh huh. Just as I thought. There she is now - can in hand. She’s talking to some bloke over there. Think he’s a gaffer or something. Maybe a grip. Look at her. Laughing and animated. Don’t know what he’s saying, but it must be bloody hilarious, ‘cause she’s laughing at his every word. And touching his arm. What’s with that? She doesn’t even know the wanker. Does she? Why are they standing so close? I mean…look at him…he’s practically hanging on her. Maybe I should go and see if she needs rescuing. Looks like he’s hitting on her pretty good.
"Mr. Bloom? Mr. Bloom?" I hear someone beside me say. "Excuse me? Mr. Bloom? They need you on set now." I look over at the young PA standing next to me, and her words finally sink in. Fuck!
"I’ll be right there. Thanks luv," I say, giving her a nice grin.
She smiles and goes back to running her errands. Looking over where I’d last seen baby and whoever-the-hell-he-was, I see that they’re no longer there. In fact, I can’t see them at all now. Where the fuck did they go? Damn. I’ve got to go shoot this damned scene. You don’t think they’re…oh God…don’t even think like that. What the hell’s wrong with me anyway? Not like she’s my girlfriend or anything.
Still want to know where the hell she is.
11:45 A.M.
I haven’t done anything right since I arrived on set this morning. Nothing. Bugger it. I can’t concentrate. She’s been gone for nearly two hours. What the fuck’s wrong Bloom? Can’t handle it? What if she is interested in someone? What business is it of mine? I brought her here to have fun. Hardly my place to quantify that now. Just wanted her to have fun with…well…me.
Suddenly she’s here, appearing as if in answer to my thoughts. Look at her. No clue that there’s anything wrong at all. Smiling broadly she says, "Hey you. How’s it going?"
Is it just me, or does she seem a bit too cheerful? Damn. What kind of thought is that to have?
"Fine. Everything’s just bloody fine," I say more coldly than I’d intended.
I can’t stay here. I’m likely to say something stupid. Something I can’t take back. I get up and walk away without a backward glance. Let’s see if I can manage to get something right, shall we?
"Cut!" the director yells for about the tenth time.
His frustration is becoming evident, but it’s nothing compared to my own. I’ve blown my line…again. Damn it. Why’s this got to happen today, when she’s here watching? I’ve had enough. I’m going to my trailer. I’ve barely used the bloody thing. Seems a bit too pretentious to me, but today I’m glad it’s there. I need to pull myself together. What the hell am I mad at? And who? Her or me? Both. Mostly me, but when I see her, for some reason it just gets worse. Don’t ask me why, ‘cause I’m lost here. I didn’t plan on any of this. No…really! I’m serious. I was just trying to do something nice. Something nice for a friend. Guess this’s what I get for my trouble, huh?
"Orli?" Oh God. She followed me. Should’ve known. I am part of her job after all.
"Orli? Are you in there?" she calls from outside the front door.
Yes luv, I’m in here licking my wounds. Bruised ego’s not doing so good, ‘fraid it may not make it…
"Orli? I’m coming in now," she says and comes through the door into the unlit room. I can’t look her in the face. I’m too ashamed of my behavior; on camera and off.
"Orlando? You wanna tell me what the hell’s up?" she asks, sounding as baffled as I feel.
I don’t want to talk to anyone, least of all her. Don’t have anything to say anyway, so I say flatly "Not really. Can you just leave me alone now, Adriana? I really need to get my shit together so I can do this scene."
I can actually feel her recoil from my use of her given name. At this point the tension in the room is palpable.
"You bet. You have five minutes. I expect you back out there in four," she says, her professional air only serving to stoke my anger.
I finally look at her with a hot glare but she gives me no chance to say anything. The slamming of the door echoes in my head long after she’s gone. I pick up the glass of water I’d been drinking before she came in and hurl it at the wall on the other side of the room. Funny how that really does make you feel better. Must be because it’s such a forbidden outlet. Well Bloom? Think this day can get any worse? Let’s go find out.
4:45 P.M.
Never ask if something can get worse. That’s the fastest way to ensure that it can and will. I think the crew is considering having me offed. Hell I may save them the trouble. I blew every line, every cue and every mark. Couldn’t get my mind off her. I’ve been a real ass today and I don’t know how I’m going to face her after this. All I know is I can’t ride back to the hotel with her. I’m not ready to try to face her just yet. I’ll have one of the PA’s hire a car for me. Maybe I’ll go for a drive. That should help clear my head.
7:01 P.M.
Back at the hotel now. The drive helped a bit. Nearly have the images of her with what’s-his-name out of my mind. Picked up this rose for her. I know it’s not enough to make up for how I’ve acted, but I was thinking of her when I saw it so…
I’ve decided to throw myself on her mercy. There’s really no excuse for my behavior but if I have to, I’ll just admit that I didn’t like seeing her with that bloke. She deserves the truth, doesn’t she? Isn’t that what I’m always saying I love about her? How straight she is with me? Turnabout’s fair play, you know what I mean? Damn. What’s taking the bloody lift so long? Ah, here it is now.
When the doors open I go straight in without looking. No one ever uses the thing besides baby and me. In the process I very nearly run down a young woman who’s obviously going out for the evening.
"Pardon me," I say, not truly looking at her.
The scent emanating from her is what makes me look up. It’s Pleasures. I’m speechless at who I see. It’s Adriana.
Bloody hell.
I know I told you she’s beautiful, but this surpasses my wildest fantasies and I’ve had quite a few of those about her lately. She’s straightened her hair and it shines like spun silk. The honey colour’s even richer than usual if that’s possible. She has on eye make-up. It’s darker than I’ve seen her wear before and her eyes have a smoky quality that’s very sexy. Her full lips have a ruby tint to them and a glossy sheen, so they glisten invitingly in the iridescent light from overhead. Never noticed how pouty her mouth is. Seems to be just begging to be kissed. Damn Bloom! You’re within ten feet of her for all of two seconds and already you’re thinking about kissing her? Must be a new record. Blighter. Did I mention that she’s dressed to go out?
She’s wearing one of those tops that looks like a sparkly scarf, held on by tiny straps at the neck and back, leaving her back completely bare. The top is black, which makes her ivory skin look even more flawless. She’s not wearing a bra, and my gaze lingers on her breasts far too long. I feel a heat begin to slowly boil my blood. The top comes to a point over her navel, which bares her sides and shows her hips to advantage. Hips that are encased in tight black leather. The leather jeans hug every curve and make me begin to sweat just a bit. My appraisal reaches her feet, which are clad in black high-heels. I note that her toes are painted a deep shade of crimson, and I wonder if she likes to have her toes nibbled on.
I slowly take in the view, in reverse this time, and as my eyes reach hers she says, "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."
She’s being much friendlier than I would be in her place. Hmmm, it’s not the beach, but look at her. How can I say no?
She glances over her shoulder and that’s when I see him. It’s the bloke from earlier. He’s also dressed to go out, and looking at us expectantly. Or should I say, he’s looking at her expectantly. He doesn’t so much as notice me. Who the fuck does he think he is? Bloody wanker. She holds up her index finger at him, as if to tell him she’ll be right there and he nods his understanding. When she turns back to face me, I can’t help the glare that covers my face. This night is turning out to be as bad as the day I’ve just put behind me. Worse. Now I know they’re seeing each other and it’s eating a hole in my soul.
He’s here for her. He’s here to take baby out and you, my friend, were an afterthought.
I can see the shock on her beautiful face as she takes in my glower, and I can’t stop the words that come next "Thanks, but I think I’ll pass. Looks like you’ve got plenty of company anyway."
She notices the rose in my hand, but doesn’t mention it. She shrugs and says "Suit yourself. I’ll be late, so don’t wait up." Her innuendo is clear, and I take the challenge head on.
"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…"
Let her chew on that while she’s out with ‘Mr. Nobody’.
She stares at me, mouth agape for a moment, then replies coolly, "Alrighty then. Well, have fun."
With that she turns on her heel and walks away from me. That damned guy leans toward her, obviously asking if everything’s ok. She nods at him in a reassuring way, smiling warmly and they leave the lobby arm-in-arm. As the lift doors close I punch the wall, then press the button for the fourteenth floor.
Ready for some action, luv? I ask the invisible woman on my right, who’s scheduled to be my ‘hot date’ for the evening.
I need a drink.
12:45 A.M.
Good scotch; that was my only personal request for the bar. I love a good single-malt scotch. The burn as it slides down and into my belly is really comforting. Plus it numbs my mind, which helps me stop picturing baby out dancing and drinking and having a bloody fantastic time…without me. Be glad you’re not in my head, cause it’s not pretty in here right now. Did you see her? She took my fucking breath away. She shouldn’t be allowed out in public looking like that. Although in private? Now that would be an entirely different proposition. Forget it Bloom. If you ever had a chance, it’s gone now. She’s out with him and you’re sitting here feeling sorry for yourself.
Did you hear something? Hmmm, it’s early for her to be home. Oh God! You don’t think she brought him back here do you? After the implication that I was expecting company it’d be no less than I deserve. Well so far I only hear enough noise for one out there. The soft feminine sounds of her trying not to blunder into the furniture.
She approaches my open door and knocks softly. Her soft voice calls quietly, "Orli? Um…are you here? Can we talk?"
I don’t have to be looking at her to know that she’s worrying her lower lip again, anticipation gnawing at her. I close my eyes and take a deep breath before answering her. I’d like us to have at least one civil conversation before this night’s over.
"You’re home early, party girl," I say, keeping my voice as level as possible.
"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 stand up and walk around the chairs, looking at her again and feeling a tightness in my crotch in response to her still flawless appearance. She’s so sexy standing there with that curious expression on her face. She’s still working on her lip and all I can think of is how much I want to kiss those lips myself. Look at her. No pretense. No games. Nothing but her beautiful eyes looking up at me, waiting for my answer. Trouble is I don’t have one.
Instead I say, "My sweet baby. So innocent. You’ve no clue, have you?" the huskiness in my voice betraying the effect she’s having on me.
"I just told you I didn’t Orli. Is this a bad time to talk?" she asks, trying to be inconspicuous as she searches the room for my ‘companion’.
Was it relief that flashed across her face as she took in the pristine condition of my quarters? Unable to think of anything else to say, I follow my instincts. The ones I’ve been ignoring up to now…
I take the half step toward her that eliminates any distance between us and put my hands on either side of her face. She smells so sweet. Of Pleasures and her own unique scent. Tilting her lips up to mine just slightly, I kiss her gently. I wait to see how she’s going to react before I proceed. Couldn’t take her rejection right now. Her hands come up and rest between us on my chest as though she means to push away from me, but so help me God, now that I’ve got my lips on hers, I’m not giving them up that easily. I slip my right arm around her waist and pull her toward me, feeling the skin of her bare back under my palm. She’s so soft I start to melt. I take my time kissing her, hoping that she’ll reciprocate with kisses of her own. I increase the pressure of my lips slightly and am rewarded by the parting of her lips.
YES!
My tongue encounters the soft, warm confines of her mouth, tasting, exploring, and enjoying. I feel her tongue touch mine inquisitively and it’s like an electrical current straight to my loins. I’m throbbing with need for her already, and I’ve barely touched her. She’s driving me insane, this one. I deepen the kiss and wrap my arms around her tightly. I feel her hands slide up my chest, over my shoulders and around my neck, her fingers running up into the hair at the back of my neck. I feel the pressure as she pulls my face to her, demanding still deeper kisses. I can’t believe her response to this. I fully expected her to slap my face and leave.
Unable to resist the urge to experience more of her, my hands slide down to her backside, cupping her bum and pulling her lower body into close contact with mine. God she feels good. I want to drown myself in her. Guess she’s got no questions left about what’s on my mind right now, huh?
I feel her start to pull back and as much as I don’t want to, I let her. Don’t want to scare her.
She steps back completely out of my arms, leaving an aching hollow in my stomach, and I hear her say "And here I thought you were mad at me."
The breathlessness in her voice is like music to me. Had an effect on her there, mate.
The meaning of her words bring reality crashing back to me and I shoot back, "I am… I was… bloody hell, woman! What are you trying to do to me?"
Did I just whine at her? Yeah, that’s gonna score some points there, Bloomy.
I see her eyes flash with the heat of anger and she says, "What am I doing? 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 about you tell me what just happened here? Maybe then we can figure out why you’ve been in such a foul mood all day."
She’s all but tapping her gorgeous foot at me. Uh oh…looks like we’re in for a long night. It’s what I wished for, but I don’t think we’ll be spending it the way I’d envisioned.
Guess that’s why they say, "Be careful what you wish for", huh? I think I have some explaining to do…
*Guy Fawkes Day--On the night of November 5th, throughout Britain, bonfires are set alight, effigies are burned, and fireworks are set off. The people do this to commemorate their country's most notorious traitor.
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