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Boys	By : boxcarglamour Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 1747 -:- 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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Her body moved to the music. The club was dark, but what club wasn’t dark? Her eyes were closed, letting her body get lost into her own world. Her hips moved to the music, the beat finding its way into body, pumping itself into her veins. Hands were on her body. Two of them were hers; she didn’t know who the other two belonged too, but she didn’t really care. She came here to have fun, that usually meant alone, but she wasn’t about to ruin it because someone was touching her. It was a dance hall, after all. What did you expect?

Her eyes opened slowly, and she turned her head to look towards the bar. There he was. The dark brown curls, the dark, English skin. A smile slid over her lips. A moment later, she was painfully aware of the man dancing behind her, grinding into her. She made an annoyed scoffing noise as she pushed away from the anonymous dancer. Her hips moved to the music, without missing a beat; her fingers batted against the front of her hips, pressing against the fabric of her worn jeans. Her eyes were dark, lined in black kohl. She hated make-up, but she loved her eyes. She always liked bringing them out as much as possible.

“Eyes are the window to the soul.” Her grandmother would tell her that every time they would talk and Elin would close her eyes. It was a practiced habit now, to look at the eyes while talking. She liked his eyes.

(For whatever reason, I feel like I’ve been wanting you all my life. You don’t understand. I’m so glad we’re at the same place at the same time.)

She was standing in front of him, leaning against the bar. Her body was bent forward, showing cleavage to the bartender, showing her ass to Orlando. She knew he was looking at her, giving her a once over, then a twice over. When she ordered her drink, a Jack and coke, she straightened and looked at him. Her head tilted to the side slowly, a smirk playing upon her lips.

She winked at him before taking her drink. He was pulled to the dance floor by one of the girls he had arrived with. She just kept the smirk on her lips as she watched him move to the dance floor, his body already finding the beat to the music.

(I spotted you dancin’, you made all the girls stare. Those lips and your brown eyes, and your sexy hair.)

The girls were staring at him. Even the ones who were already dancing with other people. It was hard not to look at him. He was irresistible. He was some sort of dance-sex God. And she wanted him. She wanted him badly.

Her eyes closed, the rest of the drink disappeared down her throat in an easy movement. She set the empty glass on the dirty bar. Her eyes were fixated on his face. His eyes were dark, deep. She wanted to see his soul. His lips were pouty, perfect. And his hair, she just wanted to run her fingers through his hair.

The song ended and he moved away from the girl before she could beg him for another dance. One of the men came up, shouting into his ear and pointing to the small section of empty chairs near the bar. She watched, intently, as he moved off of the dance floor, following the smaller man with the bright blue eyes.

She waited until he was sitting. Waiting seemed to be an eternity, but finally she heard the song. The song she had been waiting for weeks to dance with him to. She smiled, moving towards the small seated section.

(I shake-shake my thing, I make the world want you. Tell your boys you’ll be back, I wanna see what you can do.)

That’s all it took, a few hip movements and he was on his feet, moving towards her. The blue-eyed one stared at him, he merely waved a hand.

“I’ll be back, ‘Lij. I wanna dance. I love this song.”

Elin merely smiled, mostly a self-satisfied s. H. Her hand wrapped around his when he was in range and she moved towards the dance floor. Everyone was watching them, watching him. Their bodies pressed closed, his hands were on her hips, her fingers were in his hair. They moved in a synchronized manner, like they had been practicing this dance for weeks.

(What would it take for you to just leave with me? Not tryin’ to sound conceited, but me and you were meant to be.)
His lips were on hers. The kiss was passionate, filled with heat. Wanting. Her hands were around his neck, fingers in his hair, pushing his head closer to hers. His hands were sliding around her waist, fingers inching towards her ass, pressing her closer to his hips.

“Come home with me,” she whispered against his lips before kissing him again.

(You’re a sexy guy, I’m a nice girl. Let’s turn this dance floor into our own little nasty world.)

She could feel him growing hard between the layers of clothing that separated them. She was sure he could feel her growing wet, too. Their bodies moved together with the beat, sliding up and down at all the right times.

Her lips finally moved away from his, both of them bruised and sore from the kissing, but that didn’t stop her when she continued the assault of kisses down his neck, sucking and biting gently against the sensitive skin.

His hands slid over her ass, curving against her hips, pushing their bodies closer together as he grinded against her. He wanted to take her clothes off and fuck her right there, in the middle of the dance floor, but somehow he was able to restrain himself from such an act. He just moaned into her ear as she continued sucking at his neck. He felt one of her hands move from his hair, sliding along his shoulder, down his chest until she was pressing her hand between their crotches, fingers massaging his erection through his denim jeans, before moving slightly to push her hand against her crotch.

(There’s not time to lose, and next week you may not see me here. So boy, just make your move.)

“Let’s get out of here,” he managed to whisper against her ear. He couldn’t wait any longer. She was turning him on too fucking much and he just wanted to get her alone and touch every part of her body.

She grinned as she pulled away from kissing his neck, he could already feel the small bruise that was forming there. She kissed his lips again before letting her hand fall on his and pulled him off of the dance floor.

“Your place or mine?”

(Boy, tonight is ours. It’s just me and you. Keeping loving me, make sure you hold me tight. Let’s head for the stars. Get nasty.)
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