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Post by Rainbow on Aug 26, 2004 4:36:17 GMT -5
It says they got it on? oops didn't figure that one but ah well it fits. haha.
It was a poem i wrote a total age ago, bashed about a bit into kind of sentences. Didn't mean to hide it from you i didn't know what book bit i was going to use and was too lazy to write anything so i raided the recyling stash of drabbles, lol.
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Marisela
Star Gazer
Don't look. Step away from the light!!!
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Post by Marisela on Aug 26, 2004 7:49:03 GMT -5
lmao! Yes in a figurative way they got it on,I loved the update hun, you write such amazing stuff, filled with little rolercoaster rides hehe
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Post by Rainbow on Aug 26, 2004 7:55:37 GMT -5
It's so close to being finished... I'm hoping to get it all done tonight, hoping... lol Okay i just re-read that end paragraph and WTF was i thinking when i wrote that poem! Holy crap, it's almost too blatent haha. I live in denial, i swear... lol
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Marisela
Star Gazer
Don't look. Step away from the light!!!
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Post by Marisela on Aug 26, 2004 7:57:18 GMT -5
^^ lol you had no idea huh?/ lmao yay! more chappies to come ;D
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Post by Reens on Aug 26, 2004 9:39:27 GMT -5
'You' live in denial or maybe its just me who's thinking about err the dirty a lot... but as Einstein said, "Everything is about sex." I am not the one to argue with a man who had more brain power than Avril-Spears-Nicole-Hilton have girl power!
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Post by Rainbow on Aug 26, 2004 11:31:13 GMT -5
^ hehe Nah now i can't read it without the inuendo, so yeah. Thanks for that!
lol, yup it's finished now, all done. woot! I think i'm going to go get smashed
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Post by Reens on Aug 26, 2004 11:44:25 GMT -5
Yay... good send it home, I am up for some quality reading. *rubs hands togther slyly*
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Post by Rainbow on Aug 26, 2004 12:17:53 GMT -5
yupies i've sented them... ;D You have a cameo :grins:
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Post by Reens on Aug 26, 2004 16:12:40 GMT -5
Nah now i can't read it without the inuendo, so yeah. Thanks for that!
;D You are welcome. ;D
I got a whatta? hmm *runs off to read email*
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Post by Rainbow on Aug 26, 2004 16:50:37 GMT -5
yeah i think i pretty much spammed your inbox, sorry bout that
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Post by Reens on Aug 26, 2004 18:01:41 GMT -5
Sh!t
I have no words to describe how wonderful it was... sniffles... I love the prologue of course *duh* but the last few chapters... *gasp* powerful stuff!
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Post by OrliKeiraluva on Aug 27, 2004 17:03:33 GMT -5
Oh Hari! My wonderful Brit sister!! ;D What would we do without you and this great fic?! Damn, even if I'm extremely jeallous of your writing abilities I still love your fic, and every other fic here, soooooo much!!!
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Post by Reens on Sept 9, 2004 10:53:21 GMT -5
Chants
Update Update Update Update Update....
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Post by Araminta Ditch on Sept 9, 2004 12:03:22 GMT -5
i will lock u in my basement if you don't. I swear I will.
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Post by Reens on Sept 9, 2004 12:10:53 GMT -5
I will help you. *LOL*
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Post by Araminta Ditch on Sept 9, 2004 14:08:18 GMT -5
dont mess with me....I HAVE DUCT TAPE!
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Post by Rainbow on Sept 9, 2004 18:08:16 GMT -5
Oh No!!! there ganging up on me! Okay a little warning about this chap, it's not gone down so well at other boards apart from of course with the darling Renee. But hah, the story was lacking in sex. so there we go, perhaps it is a little bunged in but ah well. ;D
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Post by Rainbow on Sept 9, 2004 18:10:30 GMT -5
Chapter Twelve beta-read by Renee She explored every nook and cranny, every wall and stone and every tree and shrub around the entire area, ceasing only to go in search of the one thing that held beauty equal to this vision. He was to be found resting against a wall, his eyes closed, his chest slowly rising and falling in a deep sleep and his soft brown curls tumbled across a face that was almost silver. Sitting beside him, she rested her head against his chest and let her eyes flicker closed…<br>Caribbean: March 2005The Caribbean was paradise for Keira and Orlando both physically and mentally. They had been given a gorgeous villa by the beach and it had been assumed, to their delight, that they would live their Caribbean duration together. Their off screen romance had produced fireworks on screen and everyone had a thoroughly good feeling about the movies they were making. To Gore’s utter glee they learnt their lines to perfection and chemistry that had been extraordinary two years ago had become almost painful to witness. Johnny often chuckled; claiming the sheer agonizingly good appearance of the pair would be the death of him. For Orlando and Keira nothing could be better. They had the dream career, were co-staring romantically with the love of their lives, in the paradise of the Caribbean. Heaven could not be better. It was a stolen dream, an interlude in their lives that could not possibly remain this perfect. It was a ticking time bomb of aptness that would inevitably blow up in their faces. Keira knew it, Johnny knew it and Pierre knew it, but Orlando was too happy to even waste a single thought on it. She had yet to tell him about her university acceptance; the occasion had not arisen. It didn’t seem important but the first semester was looming up frightfully quickly. Orlando was not, however, ignorant enough to believe that this could last forever. He had other film commitments after Pirates, as, he assumed, did Keira though it was a topic they both chose not to bring up. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the euphoria they were currently living in. The foundation they were building could withstand anything. The sun was glaring through white curtains when Keira awoke. Neither of them had film commitments that day so they could stay in bed all morning if they desired. She rolled over and smiled at the still sleeping form of Orlando beside her. It had been a warm evening and the single white sheet had been kicked off and was now tangled around their ankles. The morning rays were dancing on his bronzed body as a cool breeze from the open window made the curtains flutter. After watching the peaceful aspiration for a single blissful moment she got dressed, wandered into the kitchen in an adopted pair of his boxers shirt, of which she had no intention of ever returning. She was back by his side in moments, a cup of tea in her hand and a complacent look upon her face. It wasn’t long before he woke, immediately claiming her cup of tea with gratitude and a cheeky, “morning.”<br> “Yeah, just about,” Keira replied, looking at the bedside clock and grinning. It was pushing 12. She took the mug back from his hands mid sip, ignoring his whimpers. “Go get you’re own lazy ass!” She chuckled but was interrupted by a knock at the door. Orlando groaned. “Please don’t tell me you have a psychology class this morning,” he whined, wrapping his arms around her to prevent her moving. “You’re going to make me spill this,” Keira squealed. “Nope, no psychology class. It’s English Lit.” That was worse in Orlando’s book. He couldn’t bear to be apart from Keira long enough to allow for her tuition and so had resorted to joining in, finding some interest in the psychology and the English Lit a dreadful drag. Keira handed him the drink and got up. “If you make yourself decent I’ll bring him in here then you can stay in bed,” she grinned. Orlando returned her smile, liking the sound of that plan. Then when the lesson was so boring he fell asleep, he could fall asleep in comfort of his bed. When Keira returned with Pierre and an arm full of books and papers five minutes later, she found Orlando wrapped up in the sheet and sleeping like a baby. She chuckled, as did Pierre before they pulled up a table and dumped the books. Pierre sat on a chair opposite her as she lay on stomach on the bed and began reading Wuthering Heights. Orlando remained asleep or rather pupil and teacher assumed he did. Secretly he loved hearing Keira read and was listening to her every word, every so often subtly stretching and repositioning until he was using her legs as a pillow. The lessons had become a regular occurrence in her free time from filming and when he had asked why she was studying she had truthfully replied that it was a requirement for university but he had never considered that he would lose her to the education system in a matter of months. The days drifted by remarkably quickly and as the first of the Caribbean shoots drew to an end there was a certain sense of nostalgia in the air. It was likely, almost certain that they would return for re-shoots after filming in LA but the time there had been so magical. Keira sat examinations in both English Literature and Psychology just a week before they left the Caribbean. Pierre had insisted it wasn’t necessary; grades were not what was important but merely the knowledge. He was, however, beginning to understand the life long quest she seemed to be on to prove herself and if a few A-Levels could do that then far be it for him to stand in her way. She had spent the entire week running up to her scheduled exams, ignoring Orlando. She claimed he was a distraction and even when they were filming together in her breaks she would have her head in a book rather than in conversation with her lover. The torture it caused Orlando, the rest of the cast and crew found hilarious. The poor boy didn’t know what to do with himself and moped around the set like a lost lamb. Needless to say the second she stepped out of the examination room Pierre had constructed in one of the free trailers, he was raring to make up for lost time; sweeping Keira, quite literally, off her feet in a secession of excursions to all the entertaining places he had found on the island. But their over affectionate relationship was not only bringing cheer to the entire location but also foreshadowing some concerns…<br> “Mind if I join you?” a familiar voice asked. Orlando glanced over his shoulder in the direction of the producer, taking his foot of the café table as he did so. “Sure. Please do,” he motioned to a chair beside him, shaded beneath the umbrella. “Keira just went to order ice creams, did you want anything?” he asked politely, leaning back in the plastic chair and adopting a position of comfort that didn’t involve resting his feet on the table. “No no,” Jerry declined, waving a hand before him. “Just a word with the two of you. If it’s not too much trouble?”<br> “Sure,” Orlando replied, not even attempting to hide the uncertainty in his voice due to the ominous concept of a word. He glanced over to the café entrance, a relieved smile spreading across his face as Keira appeared through the door. He chuckled at the concentrated look upon her face as she balanced the two ice creams and a bottle of water. It wasn’t until she had reached the table and looked up to grin at Orlando that she noticed Jerry. “Jerry! Hi, did you want ice cream? I can go get…” “No thank you Keira,” he interrupted, smiling weakly as she handed Orlando his ice cream and they exchanged a look of pure unadulterated lust. Jerry looked away and cleared his throat while debating whether to come back at a later occasion or just confront them with his concerns now. It got their attention though and both looked immediately embarrassed, Keira flushing as she sat in one of the plastic chairs and Orlando burying his gaze in his ice cream.
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Post by Rainbow on Sept 9, 2004 18:10:48 GMT -5
“Sorry Jerry, I just… it’s…” Orlando fumbled for words, his cheeks colouring at the amusement it was causing Jerry.
“Quite alright,” he assured his leading actors. “That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.” The flushed cheeks drained of colour in entirety as a wave of panic crossed the faces of both. They exchanged worried glances.
“Talk to us about?” Keira chirped, her words buried in a nervous chuckle.
“Don’t look so worried my dear,” Jerry exclaimed. “You’ve done nothing wrong…yet. It’s just…”
“Wow, time out. Yet?” Orlando interrupted. Jerry paused, a hint of shame upon his stern and resolved face as he watched ice cream drip down the cone and onto Orlando’s hand.
“I have some concerns about your relationship,” Jerry cut straight to the chase. “If you remember the contract you signed stated…”
“What that we couldn’t see each other?” Orlando interjected angrily, “I don’t remember signing that.”<br> “That you wouldn’t let off screen relationships jeopardize those on screen,” Jerry corrected, when Orlando had calmed. Orlando had suddenly lost his appetite and motioned for a waiter to take his ice cream away and reached for the bottle of water. Keira was sitting silently, trying to process the information Jerry was giving them rationally but she was having trouble reaching his point. She handed the remnants of her dripping ice cream to the waiter and gratefully accepted the napkin he handed her.
“I don’t understand Jerry,” she stated, throwing the discarded napkin carelessly onto the table. “Are you worried that we’ll fight and let it affect our performance? Because I think I can speak for both of us and assure you it wouldn’t, we’ve got pretty good at hiding emotions.” She threw a vapid grin at Orlando and his anger dissipated into contemplation.
“No that’s not it,” Jerry assured, though took a great interest in her insight. “No, I am worried about publicity,” he stated.
“Publicity?” Keira questioned, utterly confused.
“Then why are you talking to us and not our PR’s or agents or whatever?” Orlando added.
“We owe a great deal of the success of the first film to your on screen chemistry. You are well aware of this; it was a defining petition in the negotiation of salaries. The fan base the pair of you possess, not only as individuals but as a fantasized couple, is extensive. My concern is that when that fantasy is proved a reality it will lose its following. When a dream becomes a reality you do not rejoice at its being but seek another dream, it’s human nature. I am not making these assumptions lightly. I have spoken to some of the leading PR’s in Internet fan bases and they agree,” he paused for a moment not wanting an interruption but receiving one anyway.
“So you’re saying that us fulfilling a bunch of teenage angst fantasies is going to make these movies a flop? You can’t be serious?” Orlando scoffed. This was beyond ridiculous.
“Oh this is very serious, Orlando. I don’t think you comprehend just how serious this is. Throughout the conversation Keira had said nothing and the sigh she let out as she rested her head in her hand distracted the attention of the men.
“Where is this going, Jerry?” Keira groaned, raising her head to gaze at him, a sense of knowing defeat in her eyes. “You want us to not see each other or tone it down or what?”<br> Orlando was gawping in shock at the mere fact she had suggested such a thing. He would walk out of the film, contracts be damned before he would end his relationship with Keira and he was seriously doubtful that he had the ability to tone it down much further. Pierre and Johnny had already spoken to them about that. Apparently they had foreseen Jerry’s concern.
“I would never dare suggest you were not to see each other,” Jerry assured. “But I would suggest you put your relationship as top priority with you PR’s. I have already spoken with the film PR’s and they are focusing on it. And I request that you tone it down in all public areas. Avoid getting candid shots. This is a small island and your fondness of each other has always played an advantage here. It is the LA shoot that I am particularly concerned about. You have studio love scenes which the press already know about, rumours will be running wild and any suggestive shots will be gold dust and possibly very damaging to the films credibility. We leave for LA in two weeks, I know your are well aware of the media interest in this film and your relationship but I just wanted to make you aware of the concerns I have about wrong impressions.”<br> Orlando looked as if he was about to deck his producer. Keira could see his fists itching to thump him, hidden in his lap beneath the table. She reached out her and instantly his fingers uncurled to entwine with hers but she could feel his anger seeping though the air and the pressure on her hand was just a confirmation.
“The film is our top priority,” she assured their producer. “Orlando and I are adult enough to understand that and if that means putting our relationship on hold for a few months then I’m sure we can work something out.” She felt Orlando’s grip of her hand tighten to an almost painful grasp but as she rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb to assure him of what he already knew, that she was lying through her teeth, her relaxed.
“Thank you Keira,” Jerry breathed a sigh of relief. At least one of the pair still had a sense of propriety for which he was very grateful. He decided that he was treading on dangerous ground though and chose not to say that the contract would insist on their discretion until the release of the second film, almost a year and half away. He cringed at the mere thought but decided a swift departure while he was still ahead was in order.
“Right well, I have a meeting with the cinematographer so I will leave you too,” he stood to leave as did Orlando out of sheer politeness and nodding curtly at the gesture he left them.
“What the f**k!” Orlando exclaimed, when Jerry had disappeared from sight. He pulled at the hand he still held, drawing Keira into his lap and wrapping his arms around her possessively.
“He was just concerned about the film,” Keira sighed. “It’s understandable.”<br> “Like hell it is,” Orlando growled, aggressively. Keira twisted in his lap so she could look at him. Their eyes meeting in a gaze that did not agree and it was not long before Orlando looked away ashamed.
“The film is more important, Orlando. You know that.” His gaze reverted back to her and for a moment she thought he was going to say something challenging or witty but he just looked away again. “Hey,” she chirped, kissing him on the cheek. “We’ll be okay, we just have to keep our hands off each other when ever we out of that apartment. It can’t be that hard.”<br> “This coming from the girl who is sitting on my lap,” Orlando chuckled. It was Keira’s turn to look embarrassed, he had a point but she was quick with her comeback.
“But only in LA,” she corrected. “Here we can do whatever we want,” she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on his left cheek, “whenever we want,” she kissed his right cheek, “…and no one can protest.” A final kiss on his lips and the pair were lost. Paparazzi could have been swarming around them and they would neither have noticed nor cared.
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Post by Araminta Ditch on Sept 9, 2004 21:22:58 GMT -5
hehehehehe kiera and orlando participating in onscreen sex....seriously guys, save it for your own room. I wonder what gore and jerry will say when they find it... Aw, Orlando's feeling hurt. I adore the way you wrote Orlando's reaction. It had enough truth to show that he was indeed proud of her, but you could also see the sorrow and dissappointment.
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