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Mile High	By : jambaby Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 3057 -:- 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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Mile High

I don’t own any of these characters, nor do I even know any of them (sigh!). This is just for entertainment and fun. Really!

I hope you all enjoy this story – strictly from my overactive, horny imagination!

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The call had come in the middle of the night.

“Your mother is very ill, Orlando. She has asked you to come.”

That was all it took. It hadn’t mattered that he was just beginning work on a new film. He immediately dialed the producer and explained his situation.

“That means you have to get on a plane, son.”

Most of theple ple Orlando had ever worked with knew of his intense fear of flying. It wasn’t something he could blame on any particular incident, yet his fear was so extreme that the few times he had had to fly, he had had to be sedated to do so.

His second call that night had been to Viggo, who was in town to do publicity for his latest film.

“Hello…” came the extremely sleepy voice on the other end.

“Vig, it’s me.”

Noting the tone and tenseness in his voice, Viggo became more alert.

“What is it?”

There was silence on the other end for several seconds.

“My mother is very sick. I have to go to England. Tonight.”

“Where are you now?”

“My hotel. Can you meet me?”

“Be there in an hour.”

The studio had arranged a flight out of a small, local airport. The location was somewhat isolated, and the studio plane was left nearby, which was more convenient for everyone.

Orlando took a few moments to throw some clothes in a bag. Entering the bathroom, he grabbed his razor, toothbrush, and medication. He still took an occasional pain pill at night when the ache in his back made it too difficult to sleep, and of course, he would need the sedative to fly.

Within minutes he was in the limo that was running out front, another gift from Frank and the studio. While he waited for Viggo to arrive, he called his sister in London.

“Are you coming?”

“Yes, but I won’t be there until tomorrow night.”

“I don’t know ‘lando, she’s really sick. I don’t know if…”

“Please, can I talk to her?”

“She is sleeping, I just left her. I will be staying here tonight; if she wakes up I will call you.”

“Sis, you won’t get me. I’ll be flying by then, you know.”

“Oh, I forgot about that. Well, I’ll give her your love, hon, don’t worry. She’s a tough lady.”

“Yeah, tell her I love her. Tell her I’ll be there. Tell her…” his voice trailed off. He sounded so young, so vulnerable. He hadn’t seen his mother in months, and now he berated himself for ever getting that busy. Guilt rushed over him, threatening to crush him.

“I know, ‘lando. Just get here. We’ll deal with whatever happens together. Okay?”

“Right, bye then.”

He hung up and rested his head back into the seat. Eyes closed, he thought of his mother. He had talked to her just this week, and she sounded fine. Life is fragile, one minute you’re here, the next… He banished this thought from his head.

The ringing phone startled him.

“Hello?”

“’Lando, its Frank. You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m worried about you, son. We all are. Hey, I don’t want you going alone. I am going to send someone with you.”

“I don’t need a babysitter, Frank. I’m a big boy.”

“I know, but, well, I am worried. You have enough to worry about. I’ll send someone to help with your flight, and help you when you land. Please let me do this for you.”

Orlando sighed. “Okay. Thanks, Frank.”

“That’s my boy. You’ll see, everything will be okay. I’ll be praying for your mom. Take your time; we can do lots without you still. Don’t rush back.”

“Thanks, Frank. I’ll call you when I get there.”

He sat for several minutes. He buzzed the driver and found out the trip to the airport would take less than a half hour. He would be in the air within the hour. A shiver went down his spine, and he tried not to think about it. Just then the door od and and Viggo climbed in. Relief shown on Orlando’s face,appaapparent, it made him look like a small child. He grabbed the hand of his friend as Viggo sat, and smiled.

“I’m here, ‘Lando, don’t worry,” said Viggo in an assuring voice.

“Thanks, you’re a life saver.”

Viggo tapped on the divider and the car moved into traffic. Orlando was quiet for several minutes.

“Do you have my mum’s number?”

“I have her number, your sister’s, your cell, your sister’s cell, and the hospital. I talked to your sister a half hour ago. She’s worried about you.”

“She always worries about me. That’s what happens when you have a sister fifteen years older than you!” A small smile graced Orlando’s lips. The thought of how his sister took care of him his whole life flashed through his mind.

“Have you taken your meds yet?”

“I was waiting for you. I haven’t eaten much today, and so it’s gonna hit me fast.”

Orlando pulled out the s bot bottle and removed two little blue pills. Viggo handed him the bottle of water he carried and Orlando took the pills quickly.

The friends sat for a few moments, talking quietly. Viggo began to notice how Orlando’s eyes were starting to dilate, though the light in the limo had not changed. He blinked lazily several times, as if his eyelids weighed too much and his head nodded forward.

“Here it comes,” stated Orlando, breathing out softly.

“I can tell. You always act like you took to many shots to the head when you take those. It is actually quite humorous!”

“I am glad you find it so amusing, my friend. You know this means you will probably have to carry me to the plane?”

“Yeah, I know,” the man was silent for a moment, “I’d only do it for you, ‘Lando.”

Their friendship had grown over the years they filmed together, and now each knew he could count on the other whenever they were in a tight spot. Countless times, Orlando had called Viggo in the middle of the night, asking advice or complaining about his love life. Orlando was between relationships, and Viggo had to admit, he enjoyed hearing the young man talk about his exploits, though they weren’t many.

Orlando’s lithe body slid down in the soft, leather seat, his hands resting behind his head.

“You should try this sometime, Vig, it is a most pleasant feeling. Like floating on a cloud…”

Viggo just laughed. The limo turned onto an unpaved road that led to the small airport. In the distance, he could hear the hum of aircraft engines as the small jet warmed up.

There was one other vehicle on the runway, a small Ford pickup. A young girl was pulling a suitcase out of the t as as they pulled up. She was short and slim with light brown shoulder length hair that was pulled back in a pony tail. She was wearing jeans, a white t-shirt, and sandals. She was considered pretty by most, though in a simple way. Freckles dotted around her nose and cheeks and her eyes were pale green.

By the time the driver opened the door, Orlando was singing and nearly fully laying down in the seat. Viggo got out and pulled his friend through the door.

Orlando stood on unsteady feet and looked at his friend.

“You got your haircut. When did you get your haircut?”

Viggo knew at this point, Orlando was simply rambling and that before too long, the young man would be asleep. His speech was thick and slurred. The two approached the plane, Viggo holding Orlando tight around the waist with Orlando’s arm up over his shoulder. The young man could barely negotiate the steps up into the plane.

The young girl turned as they entered the plane. She seemed surprised, not by their presence but by whom they were.

“Hello…” she began.

“Hi,” replied Viggo.

“Is he alright?” she asked, noticing now Orlando’s condition.

“Yeah, he hates to fly, I mean, really hates it, has a deathly fear. He took a sedative that should last awhile.”

“Oh… I’m Casey. My uncle asked me to go along, I mean, I need to get to London anyway, he said someone needed help, I just didn’t know that…”

“Relax, Casey, its fine. I can’t fly with him, he’ll need someone here when he wakes up. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all. What do you want me to do?”

“Well, when he does wake up, which will probably be in about six hours, he’ll probably need more of these,” Viggo handed her the bottle of blue tablets, “just two, though. He should be alright otherwise.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

Orlando, suddenly seemed to notice Casey standing there.

“Hello, I’m Orlando,” he stuck out a hand and nearly fell on his face.

“I’m Casey,” she replied as she took his hand and helped Viggo manuver him toward one of the couches that took up most of the center cabin of the plane. Forward of this portion of the cabin was the cockpit and galley, and toward the rear was a small bedroom and a bathroom, complete with bathtub, and storage.

“I’ve met you before, at the studio.”

“I sometimes work for my uncle, help him out with odd jobs.”

“I knew I had seen you! Hey Vig, she works at the studio,” the young man’s voice was unusually loud.

“I think you had better sit down. You don’t look too steady on your feet.”

“Good idea, Stacy, I’ll do that.”

“Casey…it’s Casey.”

“Right. Tracey. I got it.”

Casey simply shrugged her shoulders and smiled at Viggo, who smiled back at her.

“Who is your uncle?”

“Frank Cooper, he’s a producer.”

“Ahhh,” Viggo was silent for a moment. Had this girl enticed her uncle into this plane ride simply to get near Orlando Bloom?

“On vacation? Visiting relatives?”

“Um, neither. My uncle is sending me on an errand, sort of a wild goose chase, I was suppose to go day after tomorrow, but he asked me to go tonight instead” she glanced at his face and frowned slightly at the odd look she was giving her.

Suddenly, “No, it’s not what you think. Not at all. He needs pictures of this old farmhouse somewhere in England, it’s for a film he’s working on, and then I have to go into London to look for an old book. He’s a collector.”

“Funny, this plane is going to London!,” came a voice interrupting from the couch.

“Shh, Orlando,” Viggo sat on the couch, perched he ehe edge and tucked a pillow beneath his friends head.

“Go on…”

“Don’t worry, I’m not one to chase after movie stars…”

“That’s too bad,” came the groggy voice again.

Both Casey and Viggo laughed.

“Alright, I guess I can trust you not to ravage my friend here while he is incapacitated…”

“That sounds like a grand idea,” came the voice yet again.

“You are hopeless,” replied Viggo to the young man. Orlando merely smiled. It was becoming too much effort to keep his eyes open now, and he let them slowly close. A loud sigh, followed by a low snore were the only two sounds he made, followed by the even, quiet breathing of one deeply asleep.

“His mother is really sick, he’s going home to be with her.”

“Oh, that awful. Don’t worry, Mr. Mortenson, I’ll take care of him.”

“Thanks, he’s a good friend, and I’m worried about him. I can’t get away right now, or else I’d go. I’m glad he won’t be alone.”

Together, Casey and Viggo lugged Orlando into the bedroom and lowered him to the bed.

“I don’t remember him being that heavy,” the older man commented.

Casey pulled a blanket over Orlando’s still form, and reached down to brush the hair that had fallen into his face away. Viggo looked on at the tenderness in her actions and smiled. This might be good for him after all, thought the dark haired man.

“Here is my number if you need anything,” said Viggo, handing her a small card.

The pilot entered the cabin and greeted them both as they left the bedroom.

“We will be landing in six hours to refuel, and then flying nonstop to London. We should be there about 12:00 noon London time.”

Viggo gave Casey a light hug as he departed and she settled herself down on one of the couches, placing her bags nearby so she could get to her belongings. The pilot pulled the door shut and locked it.

“There is plenty of food in the galley,” he pointed to a little alcove between the main cabin and the cockpit. “If you need me you can push this button,” he stated indicating a speaker control on the cabin wall over the couch. Casey nodded and thanked him as he headed back to the cockpit. She settled herself into the smaller couch and pulled a book from her bag.

Casey adjusted the lights in the cabin so they shone just on her. For the first several hours, she read her book, and then she became bored. She went to the galley to get something to eat, and came back with an orange and a can of soda. She peaked in at Orlando and found that he had not even moved. She returned to the couch and checked out the TV and DVD console that was across the cabin. She chose a movie, popped it in and began to watch.

Her head began to nod, and she snuggled down into the couch further. Picking up the remote, she muted the volume and closed her eyes.

She awoke several hours later as the plane was taking off again after refueling. The pilot nudged her awake, handing her a blanket.

“We have about seven more hours to go, we should land in London by noon.”

Casey looked out the window and saw that it was still dark.

“The weather seems to be clear for the next few hours, but there is a small storm we will have to go through. Nothing to worry about, though.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m going to put the plane on auto-pilot and sleep for a few hours. If you need me, just call.”

Casey looked about the cabin, unsure if she wanted to sleep again. She checked on Orlando, but he hadn’t even stirred, which bothered her. Viggo had told her he would need more medication, and she was afraid that the medication had worn off as he slept and now he would wake up to find her asleep. She didn’t want him to become anxious, she had told Viggo she would take care of him.

She took her CD player from her bag, popped in some Aerosmith, and waited for Orlando to wake up. Try as she might, she could not keep her eyes from closing, even with Steven Tyler screaming in her ears. Before long she was sound asleep again.

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He awoke, groggy and disorientated. Opening his eyes and focusing on the ceiling overhead, he stretched his cramped muscles out. His back ached from the position he had been lying in and he turned slightly to get more comfortable. He tried to remember where he was and looked around at his surroundings. Suddenly it hit him and he shivered uncontrollably. He realized they were still in the air, and that his medication had nearly worn off. His breath came to him in short gasps as he sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He lurched to his feet and stumbled to the bathroom.

When he emerged from the bathroom, he turned on the small lamp beside the bed. Looking at his watch, he adjusted the time ahead so that it was on London time. What time had the pilot said they were to land? Held nld not remember. He estimated that they had a least five hours left in the air. He was still groggy from the medication, and he wished he had eaten something before taking it. It always had such a strong effect when he took it on an empty stomach. Laying back down, he pulled the blanket back around himself and closed his eyes. He tried to force out the sound the plane made. On the wall above the bed there was a speaker dial and he turned it up and flipped through until he heard the sound of the ocean. It was just enough noise to drown out the whine of engines, and though the feeling of flight was still present, the lack of sound helped him block that out, and soon he was once again fast asleep.

The plane flew on into the night. Casey slept soundly on the couch, totally oblivious to the bright flashes of light that came through the small windows of the cabin. They were infrequent and far away, as the accompanying thunder could not yet be heard. Stirring slightly, Casey opened her eyes, and then wondered what had wakened her. She looked around, eyes still partially closed, and drew in a deep breath.

She slowly sat up, and as she did, she saw the first flash of light outside the window. She turned in her seat and looked out the window. She could see nothing, it was pitch dark. She listened intently, but heard nothing. Then there was another flash, and she saw the jagged lightening streaking through the sky, and although it seemed like it was very close, she knew it was in reality, miles away. She strained to hear the sound of thunder, and five or six seconds later, heard the light rumble.

She thought to call the cabin and inquire about the weather, but opted not to disturb the pilot. Instead, she checked on her sleeping companion and was relieved to see he was still asleep. She quietly stepped into the bathroom, leaving the lights off in order not to disturb Orlando. She used the toilet and then splashed water on her face, determined to keep herself awake from this point on in case he woke up. If flying alone could terrify him, she could not imagine what flying through a storm would do to him. She snuck back to the main cabin and sat back down on the couch. She pulled out a book and tried to read, but over the next several minutes, she noticed that the lightning grew more frequent and the thunder grew louder. They were also coming closer together, which indicated they were getting closer to the storm.

She jumped in fright as the cabin to the cockpit suddenly opened.

“I think you should probably buckle in, hon. This storm is bigger than it was originally forecasted. I am trying to get around it as much as possible without adding too much time to our flight. Buzz me if you need me. You might want to check on the young man, see if he is alright.”

She nodded and he disappeared once again. She swallowed the knot that had formed in her throat and stood to check on Orlando. As she crossed the cabin, a tremendous burst of lightning filled the air, sending flashes into the dimly lit cabin. The thunder that followed vibrated throughout the plane, and Casey stumbled to one side, off balance.

She crashed into to small table next to the couch, hitting her head as she fell. She landed on her side and lay there for a moment as she squinted her eyes in pain. She felt for the bump that was just above her left ear and was surprised to find blood on her fingers when she pulled them away. She stumbled to her feet and headed to the galley. Searching through the cabinets, she found a roll of paper towels and tore one off and pressed it to her head. When she pulled it away, she was relieved that there was only a small amount of blood. Must be just a small cut, though it still hurt, she thought as she threw the towel away.

Another great flash of lightning, followed by the rocking thunder, shook the small plane and Casey staggered through the cabin the ten or so feet it took to reach the door of the bedroom.

She opened it quietly not wishing to wake Orlando if he already wasn’t. The dim light from the cabin spilled into the dark bedroom, and she was relieved to see he still slept. She approached the bed slowly, her fingers against the wall to steady herself.

Another bright flash filled the room, and the lights from the cabined flickered briefly, and the accompanying thunder caused the plane to shudder under its awesome power.

In the momentarily lighted bedroom, she saw that Orlando was stirring. He was moving his head from one side to the other as if in a dream. Just as she reached the edge of the bed, however, another burst of lightning and thunder caused the plane to shake, and then pitch downward suddenly under the wind shear that hit it. In a matter of two seconds, the plane lost one hundred feet in altitude, and Casey lost her balance to stay on her feet. She fell sideways into the bedside table, turning it over and bringing the lamp that was on it crashing down on top of her.

Orlando woke fully in an instant, and dread filled his brain. He could still hear and feel the thunder vibrating the cabin and by the light spilling in through the door, he saw Casey lying on the floor. There was broken glass around her, and a smear of blood across her cheek. Another bright stain was growing at her side, soaking through the white t-shirt. She was trying to sit up, but the table had landed on her foot and she was struggling to push it off. She placed her hand to her side, where her shirt had ripped when glass from the lamp had cut her. She looked up and saw Orlando get to his feet and stumble in the dark toward her.

“Bloody hell,” he whispered as he pulled the table off of her and reached out to her side to see where she was hurt. Grasping her shoulder he sat her up. She was breathing quickly and deeply.

“Are you alright?” he questioned, and watched as she looked toward him and nodded. The truth was that her head ached and her side burned. She pulled her hand away and looked down. The stain had grown larger, and she could feel the blood dripping down her side.

“Pressure,” she replied and she struggled to rise to her feet. Orlando helped her, steadying her, but went rigid when another flash of lightning filled the cabin and the thunder shook the plane.

“Christ…” he said, and his eyes grew as large as dinner plates.

Casey placed a hand on his cheek and forced him to look away from the window and at her. Hoping to distract him and perhaps contain his fear a bit, she spoke very firmly and quietly.

“I need your help, Orlando. Can you do that? Can you help me?” She spoke as if to a child, and he could only nod, his mouth having gone dry in fear.

They made their way the few feet to the bathroom, and she flicked on the light by the door. She went to the toilet, and put the lid down and sat down. Orlando stood in the doorway and watched as she pulled her shirt out from her jeans, and up and away, exposing the cut on her side. It was several inches long, but not deep enough to need stitches. Orlando blinked and stared, and Casey suddenly became afraid. What if he lost it? What if she could not calm him down? They still had several hours to go before they landed, and she had no idea how long the storm would last. In frustration, she grabbed the small hand towel that was hanging next to the sink and pressed it against the still bleeding wound. She hissed in pain at the pressure, but kept it on, knowing it would eventually stop the bleeding. Orlando watched her without moving, his mind numb with fear. Lightning continued to flash behind him, and the thunder seemed to rumble right up his spine. He closed his eyes and grabbed for the door way, nearly sinking to the floor at the nearly incapacitating fear that had begun to fill him. Casey looked at him, noting how pale he had become, and for an instant was very angry. Then she remembered what Viggo had said about Orlando, his fear of flying, and that he was only on the plane because he was rushing home to his sick mother. He needed her help.

“It’s going to be okay,” she tried to sound reassuring, but her own voice was trembling. “Just let me get this tidied up, and I will help you, okay?” she finished brightly, trying to reach through to him.

Resolutely, she stood and pulled open the cabinet over the sink. Inside there was soap, shampoo, and new toothbrushesesideside a can of shaving cream, Casey found gauze and a roll of bandage tape. She placed the items on the edge of the sink, and removed her t-shirt so it would not get in the way as she bandaged her side. She caught a glimpse of her face in the mirror, and saw the smear of blood on her cheek. She turned on the water and wet the corner of the towel and wiped the blood away. She was about to sit again on the toilet lid when the plane shook again. She grabbed the edge of the sink and held on as the plane was rocked for a full second. She was determined not to fall again.

She looked over at Orlando and saw that he was now sitting on the floor, his knees bent, his arms crossed over his bowed head. He was visibly shaking and her heart went out to him.

Quickly she ripped open several packages of gauze and opened them. She layered three of them, and then tore several strips of tape. She applied the tape to the gauze and then placed the bandage on the sink. She pressed the towel to her side and sat on the floor beside Orlando. As she applied pressure to her wound with one hand, the other began to brush lightly over the dark curls that were pulled into a small pony tail behind his head. She pulled the cord out and ran her fingers through his hair.

She continued to do this for several minutes as the lightning and thunder continued to fall around them. Each time, Orlando visibly shook, and she bowed her head to his and pulled him close to her.

She pulled the towel away from her side and was pleased that it had seemed to stop bleeding. She reached up and took the bandage carefully and applied it over the cut.

That done, she stood on shaky legs and tried to pull Orlando to his feet. He did not move at first, and she bent down until her mouth rested over his ear.

“Come on, hon, it’s going to be alright. We are going back to the bed, you should lie down. I’m right here, it’s okay,” she spoke over and over, unsure if he was even able to hear her. He was trembling and his breathing was hitching.

He pulled his head up so that she could see his face, but his eyes were closed.

“Orlando, look at me,” she said, but he did not open his eyes.

“Orlando, look at me,” she repeated, but this time her voice held more volume and authority.

He opened his eyes slowly and looked at her. His breathing was uneven and somewhat ragged. His skin was pale and his eyes were hugely dilated.

“Come on, stand up, I need you to stand up,” she said as she coaxed him to his feet.

“That’s it, you’re doing it, good job,” she continued as she led him back over to the bed. She sat him down at the end as there was glass littering the side. She briefly wondered how they had managed to walk through here and not step on any. She helped to ease him back until he was laying down, his head on the pillows. He shifted to his side and pulled his knees up to his stomach.

Casey went around the edge of the bed and Orlando watched as she knelt and began to pick up pieces of the broken lamp. It took only a minute as the pieces were fairly large. She knelt on the carpet at the bedside and saw that Orlando had closed his eyes. His body was tense and shivered slightly, and she knew he was not asleep. She worried that he would be awake for the remainder of the flight, and hated to think of him laying there that long in fear. The storm continued outside and Casey pulled the blanket on the bed up to cover Orlando, tucking it around his sides.

She rose to her feet and was about to leave the room to get another shirt from her bag.

“Don’t leave, please…” came the desperate whisper from the bed.

She turned and looked at him. He had opened his eyes and was staring at her, his brown eyes full of fear.

Casey sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to stroke the hair from his face.

“I’m sorry to be such a bother,” he continued.

“It’s not a bother. I won’t go if you don’t want me to.”

He pulled back the blanket and motioned for her to lie next to him. She laid back next to him, now acutely aware that she was clothed in just her jeans and her bra. He had not seemed to notice, however, and he pulled the blanket up around her. His hand draped over her side and she moaned in pain at the contact of his hand on her injured side.

Quickly pulling his hand away, he went up on one elbow to look at her. Though still terrified, he suddenly remembered that she had been hurt.

“Your side, what happened?” he sounded confused and stared at her lying beside him.

“I fell into the table and the lamp broke… old graceful me,” she replied as he lightly touched the bandage at her side. A small amount of blood had seeped through the gauze.

“It’s still bleeding,” he commented.

“It’s mostly stopped, its okay, Orlando,” she reassured.

“Where is your shirt?”

She blushed and replied, “I took it off to put the bandage on. I can get another if you are uncomfortable.” The truth was that she was uncomfortable, though she tried to relax. The bed was very soft compared to the small couch that she had slept on earlier, and she was feeling drained and tired.

“No, I don’t want you to leave,” he said, panic in his voice.

She decided to concentrate on him, to allay his fear, rather that worry about her own nervousness. She knew he was a movie star, and most women would be in awe of him, but she had worked around movie people for many years, and it did not affect her much anymore. He was incredibly handsome, and he smelled so good, and she wasn’t exactly a virgin. She had been with several guys over the years, and she knew that sex was probably the last thing on his mind right now. He needed comfort and assurance.

Orlando pulled the blanket back up around them and settled down again. His body still trembled slightly, jumping more when the lightning and thunder made the plane shudder.

“Do you think you can sleep?” she asked.

“No.”

“Should you take more medication? I can get it for you, Viggo gave it to me to hold.”

“I can still feel the medicine I took before we took off, I shouldn’t have any more yet. Besides, if I took more, I would be asleep when we landand and I need to see my mother.”

Casey nodded. There were several hours to fill before they landed, and if he wasn’t able to sleep, she would have to distract him in another way. Her mind worked quickly, and her first thought was to get him talking about himself. She was interested to learn about how he got into acting. She wanted to know about where he came from and about his life growing up. She wondered if he would be willing to tell her. She turned toward him and gently turned his face toward hers.

His brown eyes bore into her and she felt as if she were drowning in there depths. At that moment, she felt she had never seen more beautiful eyes. She opened her mouth to speak but was surprised when he suddenly brought his own mouth down onto hers in a fierce kiss.

Her surprise lasted for a brief second as she returned his kiss with enthusiasm.

“Your eyes are so pretty,” he said when he broke the kiss.

“I was just thinking the same thing about you,” she replied.

“Casey,” he said, suddenly remembering her name, “Do you have a boyfriend? Are you engaged or married?”

She shook her head and reclaimed his lips, pushing them open with her tongue. She licked along his lips, teasing and tasting, and she heard a soft moan come from his throat when she entered his mouth. His tongue pushed to enter her mouth and twine with her tongue. He began to kiss her in a soft sucking movement against her lips and face. She opened her mouth again to admit a gently exploring tongue, and began to explore his mouth as well.

Her hand began to move pulling his face closer to hers. She ran her fingers through his hair and along the curve of his ears and chin. Orlando’s hands cupped her face as he pulled her in closer for a long, slow sensual kiss.

Casey was becoming aroused, and she shifted to her side, pressing her body up against his. His hand traced along the curve of her neck and he pushed the strap of her bra away from her shoulder. Orlando adjusted his own position so that they were laying face to face, their bodies pressed close. She could feel every curve and bulge of his body through his clothing, and she responded by moving against him.

He kissed down the side of her face, then her neck. His hands roamed along her back, groping for the clasp of her bra. When he did not feel one, he looked up at her in confusion.

Her eyes were dilated and he could just make out their vivid green color in the dim light from the bathroom.

“I’m going too fast, I can stop if you want me too,” he whispered.

“No, I want this, Orlando. I want you.”

Again he felt for the clasp that held her bra shut but could not find it in the back.

“It’s in the front,” she breathed out as she crushed his mouth in another kiss. Orlando ran his finger underneath the bottom edge of her bra to the center where he found the clasp. Within seconds, he had it undone, and she arched up to help him completely remove it.

He caught his breath at seeing her, caressed her smooth, tan skin, and reached for both full breasts. He fondled one hard nipple, squeezing and rubbing, while he suckled and pulled and nibbled on the other. Casey felt delightful shocks of excitement, and she closed her eyes as she gave herself up to them.

When he stopped his delicious caressing and nuzzling, she kept her eyes closed, and soon felt herself being kissed again. She opened her mouth to admit his tongue and wrapped her arms around his neck. She could feel the warmth of his skin as she pushed both breasts toward him. He suckled her lips, pulling lightly and then kissing her full again, opening his mouth to taste her.

Orlando moved his hands over the smooth skin of her back and felt the movement of her firm muscles. Her immediate response had added to his own ardor and his hard erect manhood strained against his clothing. She could feel him as she pressed up against him, and she reached down to the buttons that held the front of his jeans closed.

As she worked at his clothing, Orlando continued to nibble at her neck and caress her arms. He reached up to hold both breasts, lifting them slightly and rubbing his open palms against her hard nipples. She groaned into his ear and arched her back in response, pressing herself closer to him.

Her fingers were working at the waistband of his jeans. She slipped two in and and rubbed along his warm skin from one hip to the other. He turned toward her and reached one hand doo heo her jeans, nimbly unbuttoning the top button. He unzipped the fly partway and slipped one hand inside, cupping her mound through her underwear.

She pushed into him and he could feet the heat and dampness that emanated from inside. Leaning his head down, he once again kissed downward, along her jaw, down her neck, and stopped at her breasts. He pushed them together and suckled both nipples at once, sending hot pulses of feelings coursing through her. Her own hands had managed to unbutton all the buttons of his jeans and when she reached inside, she realized that he was not wearing anything underneath.

Her shining eyes met his, and she nearly drowned in their chocolate depths. Both were breathing fast, and their skin was flushed and warm.

“Are you sure this is what you want? You are not just doing this to distract me, are you?”

Casey shook her head quickly. “No,” she replied huskily, “though I believe it will have that very effect.”

She leaned over him then and pushed at his jeans, pushing them down below his hips. He moved to make it easier and she tossed his jeans over the side of the bed. Reaching between his legs, she took his strong, stiff, manhood in her hand and ran up and down its length, delighting in his warmth. She was enjoying the softness of the skin that covered the warm hard shaft. She put one hand above the other, and moved them firmly up and down, and Orlando felt a surge of sensation, but the feeling magnified beyond measure when he felt the warm wetness of her mouth enclose him.

He let out an explosive sigh and closed his eyes as the sensations coursed through him. Then he opened his eyes a crack to watch, and as Casey drew him farther in, he thought he would give it up in that instant. But they had barely started, and so, with all the willpower he possessed, he sat up and pushed her flat onto her back, being careful of the bandaged cut on her side.

Lowering his body to hers, he kissed her again. Then he rose and began to work at her jeans once again. He took in the view of her upper body, her tanned skin, and noticed that she had no tan lines.

“Do you tan in the nude?” he asked.

“Yes, there is a beach near my house that is more liberal than most.”

“Perhaps you could bring me to this beach,” he replied as he lowered her pants down to her ankles, and then dropped them on the floor next to his own. She wore only a lavender thong, and this he removed quickly as well.

“You are beautiful,” he stated as he crawled up her body and hungrily kissed her once again. She responded with fervor as she felt one of his hands trailing down her side, lightly touching her breast, teasing the nipple, and then gliding down across her belly. He stopped at her navel to play with her piercing.

“I like that,” he commented, “It’s sexy.”

“I like you,” she replied.

His hand moved along her side, to the curving in of her waist and lush swelling of her hip, then down her thigh. She tingled at his touch and as her brought his hand across to her inner thigh, she sighed and closed her eyes. With one finger he reached downward and found her center of pleasure. She arched toward him as he began to move it slowly, rubbing and caressing it as it hardened.

Casey’s head moved toward his as he moved his finger faster. She pulled his head toward her own and kissed him as he worked her toward orgasm. She was moving slowly under him, urging him on, and she began to moan into his mouth as a flush fell over her body. He began working faster, using the tip of his finger, taking advantage of the friction. Her moans grew louder, her breath grew faster, and the surge inside her was building.

Suddenly it was there, and powerful shuddering waves seized her. With a convulsive cry, she called out his name and burst with a spasm of release. She needed more, she needed him inside her, the sooner the better.

Reaching downward, she reached for his hard shaft, and spreading her legs farther apart, helped him guide himself into her. She was incredibly wet and he slide fully inside in an instant. She thought she would climax again in that moment, feeling his heat, smelling his skin, feeling his warmth. He continued to kiss and suckle on her face, lips, neck, and breasts as he penetrated her deeply. He could feel her warm folds encircling him, almost squeezing him.

He pulled out, feeling the exquisite pleasure of the movement, and with complete abandon, plunged in again, deeply, while she raised her hips tightly against his.

“You are so beautiful, Casey,” he panted out. “You feel so good.”

Casey was beyond feeling anything else but the intensity of his movements as he pushed in again and again. She could hear his strong breathing and her own, as well as his moans of pleasure. She rose up to meet him, caressing his back and ass with her hands. His skin was so smooth and warm. She could feel her own intensity building once again, and his breathing grew more intense as he came close to his own climax.

With each stroke, the force of his passion grew. He sank into her again, and with his next stroke, his building force reached an explosive rush and burst through wit eru eruption of release and pleasure. His eyes grew wide and his breath stopped for a split second. She was only a step behind, and with a cry of exquisite delight, she reached her peak a moment later. A few more strokes and they both lay still.

Though it seemed to be over too quickly, the moment had been intense. He rested against her, and Casey delighted in the feeling of his weight pressed against her own body. He was still inside her, her legs wrapped around his waist, and his face was turned toward her own so that she could look into her eyes. His hand brushed downward against her side and the bandage that covered the cut there.

Abruptly, he pushed himself up on his elbow and inspected her side. Though she felt no further pain, the cut had begun to bleed again.

“You’re bleeding, it’s gone through the bandage.”

She looked up and saw that the small square of white was now mostly red.

“It hurts,” she replied, suddenly realizing, and covered the injury with her hand.

Orlando pulled himself out and sat up. It seemed as if for the moment he had forgotten he was still in the air. As Casey lay on the bed, he quickly crossed to the bathroom and wet another towel that hung near the sink. He grabbed the package of gauze and the medical tape and went back to the bed.

He carefully peeled the old bandage off and cleaned the cut with the wet towel. It continued to bleed, and so he pressed down lightly, applying pressure to stop it.

“I guess we shouldn’t have…” he began.

“I am glad we did,” she replied as she watched him tend to her, “it was wonderful.”

Orlando smiled as he gazed at her.

“You know, I’m not really one for this sort of…encounter.”

Casey suddenly felt awkward. Her eyes scrunched up with worry.

Orlando immediately noticed and finished, “I just wanted you to know, I don’t sleep around. This was special, Casey, I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to do. I feel drawn to you.”

“It was special for me to,” she said smiling when she realized his meaning. Though he must have been tempted, he did not often take advantage, and that meant something to her. She would not be easily forgotten.

He lifted the towel and was please to see that no new blood seeped from the wound. He replaced the bandage and placed the gauze and tape on the bedside table.

It was as he was curling up next to her that hean tan to realize they were still in the air. His body became tense, and Casey sensed this. She pulled the blanket up and over them, and tucked her body into the curve of his.

He was trembling lightly, his eyes gone wide as he fumbled for his watch that lay on the bedside table beside the box of bandages.

“Still three or four hours,” he said in despair. He looked over his shoulder out of the window, staring intently. A few brief flashes of lightning told him they were still near the storm, but when he could not hear the thunder, he relaxed slightly, realizing they must have started to pass through it.

Casey lay looking at him, wondering if he could be ready again so soon. She was more than willing to provide any needed distraction for him, and after the first time, she was very eager as well. Orlando lay beside her, eyes open, unmoving and stiff. Slowly she began caressing his chest and stomach lightly with her fingers, each time she circled around, she drew her hand lower and lower. He let out a sigh and then a moan as her hand brushed lightly over his stomach, then the curls of dark hair below it. She could feel his stiffness growing against her leg and peeked up to see that his eyes were closed as he enjoyed the feel of her touch.

“Are you alright?” she whispered softly, to which he could only nod in reply. She brought her hand lower and gripped his erection at its base, squeezing slightly. Another moan, and, encouraged, she used her other hand to slowly pump his warm, stiff organ. He rolled more onto his back and spread his legs.

Casey sat up and straddled his legs as she continued to stroke his cock.

Definitely distracted, thought Casey.

“That feels so good, luv,” Orlando moaned out, his hands gripping the sheets as he allowed the pleasure he was feeling overcome all his other senses.

Casey lowered her head and enveloped the tip of his penis in her mouth, licking and sucking as she continued to fondle hiOrlaOrlando let out a deep breath at her touch, and he thought he would lose control as he felt her take him in as deeply as she could. He drove his hips forward to meet her, and felt the tension building inside as she continued sucking his member. With a building heat and a gasp, he nearly came.

Orlando opened his eyes when he felt himself no longer in her mouth, and watched as she lowered her body onto his hardness. She leaned slightly back, one hand guiding him in as the other was propped against the bed for balance.

She groaned as she impaled herself on him, and then sat still for a moment and looked deeply into his eyes. Leaning forward, Casey licked at his face as she began an up and down rhythm, driving them both quickly to the edge of orgasm. She pumped up and down and at the same time, she kissed him passionately, pulling his tongue into her mouth and sucking on his lips.

Orlando’s hands settled on her hips and pulled her down onto him as he thrust upward with his own hips. He was going so deep into her, and then she rose nearly off him completely before coming down again. His hands pushed her upright and began fondling her breasts, caressing her nipples, before he pulled her forward yet again to suckle at them. He squeezed them together and brought both into his mouth at the same time, and she nearly lost her concentration at the sensations that began to course through her. She could feel her own heat increase, and Orlando’s breathing sped up as he drew nearer to his own climax.

Suddenly, it came. Waves of pleasure washed over them both and Casey shuddered deeply as orgasm gripped her. She could feel the surge of Orlando’s cock as it pumped its juice into her, and after a few slower, languid movements, she stopped and lay down on top of him, his cock still deeply within her. They were both breathing heavily as a result of their efforts, yet neither minded. Casey began kissing him again, this time her tongue slowly exploring his entire mouth. She pushed his hair behind his ears, and held his face in her hands, before she settled down in the hollow of his throat.

“You are amazing, woman,” he whispered. Her weight atop him did not bother him, and within minutes they were both dozing.

The plane flew on, through the storm, and within the hour, it was through and on the other side. Casey and Orlando continued to sleep, both exhausted from their efforts. An hour from London, Casey began to stir, and moving away from Orlando, she settled at his side. He was still asleep, and from the time on his watch, they had little more than an hour to go before they landed. She was hesitant to wake him, but she knew he would want to clean up before he was to see his mother.

She slowly extricated herself from his body and padded lightly to the bathroom. It was quite large, considering it was on an airplane. There was even a bathtub, and she quickly std upd up the drain and began filling it with water. She tiptoed out into the main cabin and retrieved her carry on bag and placed it in the bathroom.

When the tub was filled, she woke Orlando. He stared at her sleepily for a moment, but as realization hit him, his eyes opened wide. She took his hand and pulled him up.

“We will be landing in an hour. I filled the bathtub, and there are no windows in there. Come…,” she said as she led him to the bathroom.

She stepped into the tub, and then encouraged him to do the same. He sat down and she sat in front of him. The tub was big enough for him to sit and still stretch his legs out in front of his body. Leaning over the side of the tub, she grabbed soap and shampoo from her bag. Kneeling in front of him she soaked a cloth and wrung it over his head several times. Water dripped into his eyes, and she leaned forward to lap it up. He smiled and leaned back a bit, more relaxed than when he had awoken.

Casey shampooed and rinsed his hair, then soaped his body. As her body neared his, he caught an erect nipple in his mouth, and pulled her closer.

“We will never be ready if we get ‘distracted’ again!”

Casey sat opposite of him in the tub as he did the same to her, paying special attention to certain parts of her body.

Orlando leaned back in the tub as much as he was able. “God this feels good,” he remarked, and Casey smiled and leaned forward as he embraced her.

“We will be landing soon, Orlando. We need to get dried and dressed, or we are going to embarrass the pilot.”

Orlando stiffened in fear. Casey held him tightly and looked him in the eye.

“I will hold you while we land, it will be alright, trust me!”

Orlando nodded and followed her out of the tub. They dried each other off, and dressed quickly. Once they were both ready, the headed into the main cabin. Casey instructed Orlando to sit on the couch and she sat closely beside him. The sun was ahead of them and the clouds below them were pink and orange in its light. She drew a comb from her bag and began combing his hair, encouraging him to close his eyes and tip his head backward.

A crackle over the intercom came just then, the pilot’s voice telling them that they should be seated and buckled. Casey could feel the engines as they downshifted for their descent, and she encircled Orlando in her arms, tightly holding him. She could feel him tremble against her, his head tipped forward and he buried his face in her shoulder. She rubbed his back and hummed lightly under her breath. She felt the vibration of the landing gear coming down, and before she knew it, wheels touched down with a jump before settling down and gliding in smoothly.

Orlando visibly relaxed as hlt tlt the plane touch the ground. Lifting his head up, he kissed her on the cheek, his eyes shining his thanks.

Several minutes later, the plane pulled to a stop and the door opened from the outside. Orlando’s arrival had been expected and there were people waiting for him. He and Casey stepped off the plane together, but then Orlando flew ahead to greet an older woman with the same dark colored hair as his. They talked quietly, walking towards a limousine that was parked several meters away.

Thinking that she had been forgotten in his relief at being on the ground, and feeling more than a bit rejected, Casey turned to retrieve her bags from the plane. She shouldered her overnight bag and tugged at the larger suitcase, pulling it down the several steps to the tarmac. She looked over her shoulder as Orlando opened the door to the limo and the woman got in.

Casey was feeling vered aed at this point. After what they had shared, how could he just walk off and forget her. A knot formed in her stomach and quickly rose to her throat. Her body suddenly felt hot and uncomfortable, and her eyes burned with unshed tears. At the bottom step, her overnight bag slipped from her shoulder and fell to the ground, spilling out some of its contents.

Hurriedly, she bent to retrieve her belongings, suddenly wondering what she was going to do now. There was no car waiting for her. She would hav go go into the airport and call a cab to take her to a hotel. One single, hot tear spilled down her cheek and her breath hitched in her throat. Having shared such passion and love with another person, she suddenly felt so alone.

Casey was stuffing the last item into her bag when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Her immediate thought was that it was the pilot, and she did not want him to see her crying. She hastily wiped the tear away as she stood and turned toward the person.

Orlando stood there, his head tipped to one side, looking at her. He reached a hand up to brush away the last of the tear.

“You did not think I was leaving you, did you?” he whispered, suddenly ashamed that he had certainly made it appear that way. After what she had done, and the feelings that were now filling his head and his heart, he could not bear to leave her.

Casey nodded her head as yet another tear dripped down her face. She stood, her body pulled away from him, suddenly feeling too overwhelmed to speak. He had not left, he had come back!

“I want you to come with me… that is, if you want to. There is plenty of room in my flat, please say you’ll stay.”

She again nodded, and stepped forward. He enveloped her in his arms, gently rubbing her back as her breathing returned to normal and she relaxed.

His bags were secured in the trunk of the limo, and he helped her with hers. Helping her inside, he sat beside her, one hand resting on her knee, as they sped from the airport toward London. She rested heavily against him, and before they had reached the main road, was sleeping lightly.

TBC…???
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