.Better Days. *FINISHED*

[thankful24]

Title: Better Days
Author: Carrie, Thankful24
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. This is a work of fiction.


BETTER DAYS
Chapter One

Taking one last glance at herself in the full-length mirror, Keira Knightley rejoined the other chattering women in the foyer of the large house. Glancing up the huge staircase, a smile fell upon her lips as she caught sight of Kelly Bell, looking unbelievably ravishing in a white gown fit to perfection. The anxious chatter had fallen completely silent, as all eyes fell upon the bride making her way down the stairs.

As the rest of the bridesmaids made their ways towards the awaiting limousines, Kelly pulled Keira aside. Although their time at school had long since ended, Keira and Kelly had kept in touch, and although she was extremely busy, Keira had made time to see her friend get married to the man of her dreams. In fact, she had arrived late the previous night and would have to fly out the next morning, but being at this wedding meant the world to both of them.

“Ya know, Keira…” Kelly giggled. “There’s an unwritten law that the maid of honor isn’t allowed to look better than the bride…”

“Well dont worry Kelly…That is definatly not happening!” Keira shot back, smiling at her beaming friend. “You look gorgeous…I’m so glad I could make it.”

“Me too!” She smiled back as they made their way to the limo.

“Kelly…umm…” Keira’s face suddenly fell somber, a nervous look taking over her delicate features. “Is he gonna be here?”

Dropping her eyes to the ground, Kelly nodded ever so slightly. “Yeah, Keira…He promised me he’d be here…”

Feeling her heat skip a beat in her chest, Keira didn’t know what to expect. It had been well over a year since she had seen him and months since they had last spoken. Sighing heavily, Keira closed her eyes wondering what the future could possibly have in store for them.

“Keira…Maybe the time is finally…”

Shaking her head slightly, Keira let out another deep and shaky breath. “I don’t think the time will ever be right.”

“Sorry…”

Quickly attempting to mask her anxiety with a smile, Keira shook her head. “Forget it! I’m just fine…Let’s get you to the church so that you can marry that fine piece of man!”

Stepping through the giant archway at the back of the church, Keira let her eyes take in everything about the beautiful scene. From the candles to the stained glass windows to Kelly’s fiancé nervously shifting from foot to foot at the front of the long aisle, everything was absolutely perfect. Assuring herself that she wasn’t looking for a mop of curly hair, Keira’s eyes lingered on the guests that had already taken their seats. A slight gasp escaped her lips, as she found the only person she wasn’t looking for.

There he sat, slightly off to the side, his head tilted downwards towards the floor. Her attempts to look away were futile, as her eyes were inexplicably drawn to his muscular shoulders, adorned in a dark blue jacket that led up to his long neck, eventually topped off with those curls. After all this time, just seeing him from behind made her weak in the knees. At that moment, Keira was aware of only one thing…She was finally in the same room as Orlando Bloom.

Without warning, the music began, drawing his eyes from their deep study of his shoelaces to the procession down the center aisle. Knowing that it was inevitable, he rose his eyes even further, taking in the sight of some of his closest friends making their way towards the front of the church. As the last of the couples had taken their places, she took her place, beginning a slow deliberate march up the aisle. Eyes fixated on something directly in front of her, he noticed the unwavering concentration on her face, as she fought hard not to look at anyone…not to look at him.

Biting hard on his bottom lip, his eyes explored every inch of the body he had once known so well. Dressed in a baby blue floor length gown that clung and flowed perfectly against her every curve, she was the image of perfection. With her hair tied and curled upon her head, the light from the open door behind her created an angelic glow upon her tanned skin, and at that moment, Orlando was sure he had never seen anything more beautiful. Everyone in the church turned into a whirring blur of colors, and at that moment, time stood still, leaving only Keira Knightley.

Taking a quick note of the directions, Orlando made his way to the reception hall. Immediately upon approach, he became very aware that this wasn’t just any London restaurant. Taking in the sight with his eyes, Orlando breathed a heavy sigh, noticing that the place may have changed its name, but looked the same as the last time he had been there…with Keira.

“Come on Orlando! Tell me where we’re going!” Keira giggled, the blindfold securely tied around her eyes.

“We’re almost there.” He chuckled, interlocking his fingers with hers as he led her into the restaurant’s back room. Dimming the lights, he pulled her to the large glass wall, through which the countryside and and small lake could be seen. Smiling in approval, Orlando lightly kissed her bare shoulder. “We’re here.”

Quickly removing the blindfold, Keira’s eyes went wide as she looked around the empty room. The moon reflected off the water, lighting the room in a dancing glow, as the candles around the room flickered in the most romantic of ways. The floor was littered with red and white rose petals, trailing to a small table in the middle of the room. Off to the side sat a quiet grand piano, while a soft music already filled the otherwise silent room.

Turning her eyes toward Orlando, Keira couldn’t help but fight back tears at the look on his face. A light smile dance across his lips as he watched her watch him and his eyes sparkled in the dimly lit room.

“Orlando…” Her voice caught in her throat as she stared at him with those eyes that could melt even the coldest of hearts. Unable to find the right words, Keira stuttered for a moment before throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him into the tightest of hugs. “Thank you.” She choked out, the tears pooling in her eyes as his warm, gentle hands meticulously caressed the small of her back. Settling his large hands in the area where her soft skin met the silky fabric, Orlando pulled back slightly to meet her incredulous gaze. Reaching out to tuck one strand of stray blonde hair behind her ear, he cupped her face with one hand, his voice taking on the softest of tones. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Love.”

Suddenly falling silent, Keira walked behind Kelly, carrying the train of her dress as she smiled at her new husband. Taking notice of the reception hall, Keira felt her heart skip a beat as the flurry of memories overtook her.

“Did I tell you how gorgeous you look tonight?” Orlando whispered, reaching across the table for her hand.

“Only about a hundred times.” Keira smiled softly, as her fingers relaxed into his warm hand. Lightly caressing her fingers, he led her to the dance floor, pulling her close as they swayed to a familiar melody. Lost completely in his smoky brown orbs, Keira sighed contently, the smile never leaving her lips. Absentmindedly, she ran her fingers along the back of his neck, eliciting shivers down his spine.

“I love you Keira Kngihtley.” He whispered, leaning his forehead against hers as her fingers got lost in his curls.

Looking up to meet his smiling eyes, Keira bit her bottom lip, speaking in the tone that she had reserved only for him. “I love you Orlando…I love you too…”

Trying to contain her anxiety, Keira glanced around the large room that held so many memories. Never in a million years did she expect to be here again, especially today, with Orlando sitting across the room. Thoughts of approaching him invaded her mind as she contemplated things she could say to break the tension when they inevitably came face to face. As she wracked her brain with possible scenarios, she was jolted from her reverie as a body collied with hers.

Orlando’s eyes made their way towards Keira's. He had been inside the resturant for a grand total of ten minutes and he had already managed to run into the exact person he was desperatly trying to avoid. He quickly muttered an apologie for running into her, before quickly retreating to the oppisite side of the resturant.
From his corner he turned, his eyes immediatly finding Keira. She was staring at the floor, nervously shifting from foot to foot. That wasn’t the Keira he knew…She was usually the life of the party, cracking jokes left and right. Beckoning her to look at him with his eyes, she eventually broke down, her eyes darting up to his. Quickly looking away, Keira felt the butterflies in her stomach go into overdrive.

Kelly caught sight of Orlando…his eyes focused securely on Keira, who was joking around at the moment with Matthew. Stepping towards him, she embraced him tightly and thanked him for coming as he congratulated her.

“Talk to her.” Kelly whispered.

“Does she hate me?”

“It wasn’t just you.” Kelly assured him. “You guys made a choice…Maybe now is the right time…”

Shaking his head, Orlando let out a dejected sigh. “Will it ever be right?”

“Orlando Bloom!” Kelly shoved him lightly, disappointed at his cynicism. “That’s not the guy I know. If nothing else, unweird it between you two.”

“Unweird it?” Orlando teased.

“Yeah…Go for it!”

Watching her lost in conversation for another moment, Orlando stepped towards her, his hand lightly grazing her shoulder. Immediately at the contact, she stilled, a sharp intake of breath catching in her throat, as they stood, for a brief second, frozen in time. Without turning around, Keira closed her eyes, knowing who was touching her. She knew it as if by instinct. The feel of his soft hand on her bare skin, the presence he exuded…everything about him assured her that Orlando Bloom was now standing there, his hand lightly placed upon her shoulder, sending chills throughout her body. For the third time that evening. Her mouth now dry, Keira’s tongue darted from her lips as she turned ever so slightly to face him.

His gaze lingered on her delicate face before focusing on the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. Biting hard on his bottom lip, Orlando stifled back the emotions that were threatening to spill out at the mere sight of her. Staring deeply into her pools of hazel emotions, words were not necessary. Everything he needed could be found right there in her eyes.

Stepping even closer to her, they shared the most intimate of conversations, as neither of them uttered a word. A slight smile crept over his anxious features as he took in everything about the woman standing in front of him. It may have been over a year since they last saw each other, but as they held tightly to each other’s passionate stares, for just a moment, none of that mattered.

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me


Finally finding his voice, Orlando was the first to speak. “Hi…” He whispered, his voice caught in his throat.

“Hey.” She smiled, chuckling awkwardly to alleviate the tension swirling around them.

“You…um…you look…” He shook his head, almost as if in disbelief before a warm smile graced his features. “You look absolutely amazing.”

Keira felt the heat rise to her cheeks as she practically melted under his stare. Only Orlando Bloom could give her a simple compliment and make her an absolute puddle of mush. Quickly trying to maintain her composure, Keira joked coyly. “Well you still look like you have a dead animal on your head.”

“At least some things never he change.” He smiled, a hint of sadness evident.

can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while


“Yeah…” She trailed off, glancing anywhere but into his imploring eyes.

“Keira…” He whispered, reaching for her hand.

Closing her eyes, Keira took a deep breath and turned away from him. He stepped close behind her, gripping her warm shoulders with his soft hands. Leaning close to her ear, his voice escaped his throat in a low, husky whisper. “What if now is right?”
Letting his words replay in her mind for another brief moment, Keira wondered if it was possible. Maybe they could work out. Maybe it would be okay. What if now was the right time? Confused, Keira let out a contemplative sigh. “How would we know?” She asked in a bare whisper.

“Somehow you knew it wasn’t right last time.” His hand lightly urged her to face him again, and as she did, the sparkle of her vibrant eyes seemed to dim with a hint of sadness.

“You know it wasn’t…”

Biting his lip, Orlando shook his head. “In my head I knew…”

Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok
But that's not what gets me

“But your heart didn’t agree?” Keira questioned, already knowing the answer all to well.

“Maybe it still doesn’t.” He whispered, his voice filled with a variance of emotions. Lightly placing his hand under her chin, Orlando lifted her face, locking his passionate brown eyes into hers.

“Keira…”

Reaching for her, Orlando let his hand lightly brush against the curve of her soft cheek. God, how he had missed this woman. Staring deeply into her eyes that were gazing at him with the most incredulous expression, Orlando couldn’t help but feel his heart break over the time that they had spent apart.

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away


Looking on from the sidelines, the Kelly and Matthew smiled at each other, hoping that it could finally be right for Orlando and Keira. Pulling him into a huddle, a devilish grin crept onto Kelly’s features.

“Orlando and Keira are doing pretty well on their own, but knowing them, they could use a little help…” She began laying out her plan, glancing at the others.

As the night wore on, Keira was pulled in a thousand different directions, while Orlando mingled with the others. Finally plopping down in a chair with an exhausted sigh, Keira watched as the newlyweds twirled around the dance floor, gazing adoringly at each other. As she watched then, a small smile of relief crept over her features.

“Hey Keira!” Jack greeted her, a charming smile on his face. Extending his hand dramatically, he asked her to dance. Accepting his invitation, she stepped onto the dance floor, and the two settled into a slightly awkward rhythm and comfortable conversation about where their careers were taking them. Glancing around, Keira caught sight of dancing with Kelly and Orlando who appeared to be getting rather cozy. Kelly lightly nodded at Jack, and they slowly began dancing towards each other. Matthew noddedto the DJ, making sure another slow song began, and although Keira attempted to pull away from Jack, he just kept on dancing until they were right next to Orlando and Kelly.

“Ah, if it isn’t the next woman on my list!” Jack smiled at Kelly.

Releasing Keira, Jack cut in on Orlando and Kelly . Glancing slyly at Orlando and Keira, he grinned. “Sorry guys, I made a bet with Matthew that I could dance with every woman here tonight…and this is one bet I plan on winning.”

And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin' to do

Shaking his head and chuckling slightly, Orlando looked at Keira, who was also smiling. “He hasn’t changed.”

“Not at all.” Keira giggled, looking around the dance floor which she was now stranded in the middle of.

“Ya know…” He whispered, a smile obviously tugging the corner of his lips. “We look kinda dumb just standing out here on the dance floor…”

“Is that your lame way of asking me to dance Bloom?”

“Did it work?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Keira sighed, a huge grin taking over her face.

It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I'm doin' It
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still Harder

He reached out, taking her hand in his while his other arm lightly rested across her waist. Her hand found its way to his shoulder, as they began to move to the slow, melodic music. There was an awkward tension between them, but at the same time, it was a comfortable one.

Looking down at her, Orlando couldn’t help but remember all the good times they had shared with each other. It may have been a year, but, as much as he hated to admit it, his adoration for this woman had not faded. Stepping closer, Orlando wrapped his arm tighter around her waist, drawing her small body into his own. In reaction, her hand moved from his shoulder to the back of his neck. A slight gasp escaped his lips at the feel of her hand against his bare skin.

Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken

By now, the side of his face was pressed firmly against hers, his lips lingering dangerously close to her bare and unbelievably inviting shoulder. Both of his hands rested on the small of her back, while hers found their way to his neck, unconsciously drawing small circles with her sweet fingers. Breathing in a deep and dramatic sigh, Orlando pulled her closer if it was even possible, intoxicated by the scent that was distinctly Keira.

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away

Closing her eyes, she fought back the tears, taking in everything that she had missed for the last year. She could feel his gentle hands caressing her back, and she could hear his heart racing in his chest. How could she have let this go? Was she going to let it go again? Could this finally be right?

“Missed you.” He whispered against her earlobe, his warm breath sending chills down her spine.

And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

Burying her face into his shoulder, she stifled back a moan. Her palms were getting sweaty and her heart was pounding erratically, yet the more she tried to control it, the stronger the emotions grew.

Pulling back ever so slightly, Orlando pressed his forehead firmly against Keira’s, eyes still closed. Hers fluttered open at the sudden change of body contact and she admired Orlando’s stunning features so close to her own. She studied his chocolate brown curls down to his perfectly smooth forehead resting so warmly against her own, his peacefully closed eyes, chiseled jaw line, and his soft, full lips. Almost as if by forgotten instinct, the soft cushions of her fingertips found their way to his chin, caressing it with the most intimate of touches.

Opening his eyes under the warmth of her touch, Orlando’s face tingled wherever her soft fingers lingered. Familiarizing herself with the features that were forever imprinted upon her memory, Keira’s soft fingertips brushed Orlando’s bottom lip. Pursing his lips together, a soft kiss fell upon her roaming fingers. Caught up in quite possibly the most sensual moment of his life, Orlando’s tongue darted from the confines of his mouth, moistening both his parched lips and her delicate finger.

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away


In unconscious response, Keira licked her own lips, sending Orlando into sensory overload. A slight groan escaping his lips, he pulled her body firmly against his own, never breaking their fervent gaze. Following her lead, his hand found its way to her face, his knuckles brushing across her warm cheek. With his thumb on her chin and his fingers lightly splayed across her delicate jaw, he prepared to do something that he had waited well over a year to do. Tilting her head with his loving fingers, Orlando moistened his lips one more time, as Keira closed her eyes, anxiously awaiting the feelings that had eluded her for way too long.

Within seconds, his lips were brushing hers in the sweetest of kisses, as he firmly captured her top lip between his own. Pulling back to revel in the warmth of their shared breath, Orlando released a breath sigh, as Keira’s lips found his again. She pressed her lips forcefully to his, tugging with a secret desire upon his bottom lip.

As their bodies continued to sway to the music, their lips relearned a dance that was both distant and dear to them at the same time. A tiny whimper escaped her lips as his tongue sought entrance to the warmth of her mouth. Surrendering to his passionate lips, her mouth opened and his tongue delved inside, exploring and tasting gently.

And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

As her fingers sifted through his silky curls, Keira pulled back, breathless and in total shock. “We can’t…” She gasped, tears suddenly forming in her eyes.

“Love, what is it?” A confused expression took over his features, as he stared at her.

“I’m leaving tonight. We’re both gonna go back to…This isn’t right.” She whispered, pushing away from him.

“Keira…wait…”

Not seeing that loving you
That's what I was trying to do
Ooohhh....

But she was gone.


I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter. I'm thinking this one might be a bit shorter than 'Waiting' was because i get bored after awhile. I love comments, so feel free to tell me what you are thinking!
Song Credit: 'What Hurts The Most' -Rascal Flatts version
I'm also thinking that i'm gonna pick one song for each chapter and mix it in, cause i think it adds a bit. haha.

[Lola]

I absolutley loved it!!! ;D.... Update soon!...PLEASE!

[venus567]

lovely start! ;D

[aliaschic04]

Ooh! Nice first chapter! Update soon... I like the idea of a different song for every chapter. Kind of like how life should be like, with music in the background setting the scene for any mood. hee hee.

[pottypirate]

Beautiful start, Please please update soon

[*Syd*]

sooooooooo amzing - you make me jealous with how talented you are

[designerdenimx3]

your such a good writer. can't wait for the next update!

[missendicott]

This is fantastic!

[candidpersona]

This is really really good. Just can't wait to see what happens next.

[xstepheezy]

this is awesome ;D

[thankful24]

Hey Ya'll! Thanks for the feedback, I'm really glad you guys like it so far. Sorry for the update wait, i'll try and update faster next time.

Chapter Two

~~Canterbury, England~~
Letting a heavy sigh escape his lips, Orlando stepped into the familiar house, bathed in a comfortable silence. The fact that his parents were sound asleep upstairs brought a smile to his tired features, and he realized that after months of being away, it was good to finally be home.

Dragging his exhausted body up the stairs into his old bedroom, Orlando gave a careless flick to the light switch, his eyes immediately drawn to his bedside table. Gazing upon the framed photograph, Orlando felt a smile tug at the corner of his lips. Lifting it into his hands, his fingers grazed over Keira, her fingers and eyes so tightly interlocked into his, as he bit his bottom lip. Had he been an outsider to the situation, that picture alone would’ve convinced him that they were in love.

Flopping down onto the bed with the picture still in his hands, Orlando closed his eyes, lost in memories of years ago.

~~ Teddington, England ~~

“God Keira! Can you believe it’s already been two years?” Ashley, her flat mate asked, as the credits rolled across the television.

“I know…” Keira sighed. “Part of me feels like it was a lifetime ago, and then sometimes it feels like it was only yesterday…”

“Let’s watch it!” Ashley suggested, opening a box full of tapes.

“Nooo…Why?” Keira groaned. “Let’s just watch another movie.”

“Come on, Keir…I haven’t watched it in sooo long…” She pulled out a tape and stuck it into the VCR. “Plus, it’s been two years since you finished filming it!”

Realizing that her protests were useless, Keira settled onto the couch as the gold pirate medallion floated it’s way across the screen. As much as she hated to admit it, Keira was enjoying this little trip down memory lane. Watching herself and the her cast-mates move about the TV screen brought a nostalgic smile to her face.

“We look like such goobers!” Keira exclaimed, pointing at the television, where she, Orlando, and Jack Davenport were in the midst of arguing, while Johnny Depp upstaging them in the background.

“You miss him?” Ashley asked the question that had been lingering in her mind, somewhat breaking the lighthearted mood.

“What…uhh…” Keira stammered, memories of Kelly’s wedding crashing upon her like a tidal wave.

Heart beating wildly in her chest, she pushed her way through friends and acquaintances alike, desperately searching for a way out. Her eyes now clouded with tears, she scanned the room, quickly making a beeline toward the nearest door. Frantically brushing away the now falling tears, she pushed open the door and found herself engulfed by the humid Florida air.

Never looking back, she began walking quickly, pace gradually increasing into a full-on jog as she ran…from him. Although her brain told her to keep going, her legs wouldn’t listen, and she came to a quick halt amongst the busy anonymity of the city’s nightlife. Clad in runny makeup and a gown, her chest heaving almost violently, she must’ve been a sight for sore eyes.

Hailing a taxi, Keira slipped inside and even further away from the man who had an inexplicable hold over her heart.
“Keira…Keira! Earth to Keira…”

“Sorry Ash…” Keira apologized, an obvious hint of sadness in her voice.

“You just totally zoned out on me…Where’d ya go?”

Shaking her head, Keira let a regretful sigh escape her lips. “I saw him…” She admitted, her tone now full of emotion.

“When? Where? Why didn’t you tell me?” Ashley rattled off the questions at her friend.

“Kelly’s wedding…He looked so good. Those curls and those eyes and that smile…” Keira trailed off, biting hard on her bottom lip. “Ash, for a second it was like nothing had changed. I mean, if I didn’t know, I would’ve believed that everything had gone right…We danced and he just held me…and looked at me…and kissed me…”

“He kissed you?” Ashley’s eyes widened in shock, wondering why Keira had withheld this for almost a month.

“Yeah…And I kissed him back…in front of everyone at the reception…” Leaning her head back against the sofa, she frowned. “Then I ran out.”

“Keira…Why?”

“I don’t know…I just didn’t want it to happen the same way.”


~~ Canterbury, England~~
Rummaging through his backpack, Orlando’s fingers fell upon a small, folded piece of paper. Pulling it out, a light smile formed on his lips. Written in small cursive writing, it simply stated the feelings of its author. “I’ll miss you.” Orlando’s heart ached at the words, part of him wishing he could say the same.

Pulling a pair of flannel pajama pants from his drawer, Orlando’s eyes fell upon a gift he had forgotten about. Lifting the wrinkled garment from the drawer, a hearty chuckle escaped his lips.

“You promise not to laugh?” She asked, a childish innocence invading her features as she held the box in her hands.

“How could I ever laugh at a present you give me?” He smiled, completely laying on his charm. “Besides, even if it is something goofy, you already gave me this awesome watch…”

Handing over the box, a blush crept upon Keira’s features as Orlando tore open the paper. Flipping the box open, his eyes widened as he pulled out what was hidden inside. He glanced at her red face, and a huge grin encompassed his features.

“I saw them online and I figured I just had to get them. I mean, I don’t ever expect you to wear them or anything like that. I just thought it was kind of weird that someone would make them, but I figured that if anyone should own them, it should be you, and since it’s your birthday…”

“Keira, you’re rambling again.” Orlando smiled as her fact only turned redder. He quickly stood up, putting her gift on, before teasing her. “You know, every man needs a pair of ‘I Love Keira Knightley’ boxer shorts…”

“I feel like such a goober right now.” She buried her face in her hands.

“You feel like a goober?” He sat next to her, wrapping his arm across her shoulders. “I’m the one with underwear outside of my pants.”

“It’s a fashion statement. You should wear them tomorrow like that.”

“They’d only be broadcasting the truth.” He smiled, lightly kissing her lips. “Thank you.”

“Happy Birthday Orlando.”

~~ Teddington, England ~~
After tossing and turning for what seemed like hours, Keira found herself on the floor of her closet, a shoebox between her legs.

Reluctantly slipping the cover off the box, Keira’s eyes fell upon a bevy of items, ranging from letters and notes to photo albums and random newspaper clippings to other small mementos like ticket stubs and programs. For the most part, his familiar handwriting graced the paper, but one envelope stuck out like a sore thumb. Inside, written on simple stationery was one of many letters that she had never sent.

Skimming through her own words, she focused on the words that meant so much when she had written them, but seemed to echo her feelings at the moment.

Sometimes I think it would’ve been better if we never saw each other that night…or if we had just stuck to the agreement. Now, it’s different. Everything reminds me of you…from flowers at me to the smell of your cologne to all the cheesy love songs on the radio. Part of me wishes that I had never said the things I said. I keep wondering if now is right…I want it to be…Sometimes I think I even need it to be…
But what if it’s not?
I couldn’t deal with being wrong…

Closing her eyes, Keira leaned her had back against the cool closet wall, the line replaying over and over in her mind. “I couldn’t deal with being wrong…”

A Month Later…

His head in his hands, Orlando sat alone on his childhood bed, the tears stinging familiar paths on his cheeks that they had traveled so many times in the last hour. Closing his eyes, Orlando rested his head back against his headboard, his heart aching in his chest. Now standing in the kitchen of his Canterbury home, Orlando allowed an array of fond memories was hover him. He would need these such memories to get through the next few days…

”So this is where little Orlando used to break hearts?” She smiled, as he led her to the front door of the humble home, their fingers interlocked.

“Mm-Hmm.” He smiled softly, taking in his surroundings before allowing his eyes to fall on the diminutive blonde. “I’m glad you could come home with me.”

“Me too.” She smiled softly under the light caress of his thumb. Now standing on the stoop, he released her hands, allowing his strong arms to encircle her waist as the cool fall breeze danced across their bodies. “You may pretend to be all cool and collected, but you’re just a small town Mama’s boy at heart.”

“Looks like you found me out Miss Knightley.” He smiled, leaning down to lightly caresses her lips with his own. “I’m just a country bumpkin like you.”

“It only adds to your appeal.” She smiled widely, feeling his lips against her once again. “I love you Orlando…”

“I love you too Keira Christina…I love you too.”

Now completely lost in his thoughts, Orlando was slightly shaken when the front door opened, and his mother stepped inside, immediately wrapping him in her arms.

“Hey honey.” She whispered softly, the soothing note in her voice much like Keira’s. “How are you?”

“I’ve been better.” He admitted solemnly, his hugging tightly to his mother.

“Come sit.” She gestured towards the kitchen table across from her, who immediately set a piece of cake down in front of him. “You better be in the mood to talk and eat…”

They talked for hours, until his mother finally decided that it was time for her to go to bed. Tomorrow would be a long and draining day. Orlando, on the other hand, was in no mood to sleep. Instead, he found himself doing what he seemed to do most often as of late…just thinking.

He had told his mother everything, and now he sat here, alone with his thoughts and her advice weighing on his mind. He had told her how he had run into to Keira a month ago, falling more in love with her than ever before…He told her how they had talked…how they were desperately trying to be civil witheachother…How he had asked her to dance and she‘d accepted…How they had kissed… and how Keira had pushed him away and left him heartbroken on the dance floor…

Staring out into the rainy night, the tears rolled down his cheek, falling into a steady pace with the rain. God, what he wouldn’t give to fix every mistake he made in the last year. Given the option, he would’ve started changing things from the moment she walked out of his life all those months ago…He would’ve never let her go… He looked out into the hazy night sky, softly wishing for a miracle.


Standing outside the door to the Bloom residence, Keira contemplated knocking, but deciding it was late, she settled into a steady pattern of pacing and twirling her hair mindlessly around her fingers. Soaking wet from the pouring rain and extremely confused, she contemplated her options. After what seemed like hours, she decided to pick up the spare key, strategically hidden inside the stoop, and just let herself in. She hoped they wouldn’t consider her an intrusion…She wanted to - no, needed to - be there for Orlando…

Slowly slipping inside the darkened house, she placed her bags by the door before following a small pathway of light to the kitchen. Finding no sign of anyone there, she quietly moved towards the Bloom’s back porch, where she knew that Orlando often spent his quiet time.

Rounding the corridor, she caught sight of a familiar mop of chocolate curls. There he sat, head bowed down slightly as he leaned back on his muscular arms, staring off into the rainy night. Without saying a word, she approached him, her hand lightly brushing against his shoulder.

Feeling the warm caress on the back of his neck, Orlando jumped slightly, shaken from the thoughts he was so lost in. He didn’t say a word, but instead continued to stare, as he took in the comfort this hand provided him with only the simplest of touches.

“What are you doing here?” He asked quietly…almost regretfully, never turning around, but knowing, without a doubt, who was there with him.

“I thought you could use a friend…”

“You have no idea…”

She slowly slid down to his left, a stray droplet of water dripping from her hair and onto his bare skin, sending a shiver down his spine. She didn’t touch him, she didn’t even look at him…Instead, she sat there, just being with him until he was ready.

“I guess you know what happened?” He asked solemnly, still avoiding her eyes.

“Yeah…Orlando I am so sorry.”

“Stuff like this isn’t supposed to happen to the good guys…He didn’t deserve it.”

“I know.” She whispered, the words simply rolling off her tongue. “I wish I could tell you I knew why it happened, but I haven’t the slightest.”

“Keira…” He started, turning to face her for the first time that night, his eyes bloodshot and watery.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for everything…“ She soothed him, her right hand unconsciously reaching over to caress his perfectly sculpted face. “Tell me about him…”

Biting hard on his lip to hold back the tears and pushing memories of her out of his mind, Orlando shook his head. “Chris…He was an awesome guy…One of my best friends in the world, besides the fact that he was my cousin.” He quickly wiped away a few fallen tears before continuing. “We used to do the craziest things when we were kids, like feeding mud to my sister, stealing Christmas lights from houses, dropping pudding balloons on people…but he really grew into a great guy. He’s got the most beautiful little boy, and Kristen…she’s such a sweetheart…”

“His wife?”

“Yeah…His school sweetheart.” Orlando’s clasped and unclasped his shaky hands in front of him. “God, Keira! It’s not supposed to be like this! He didn’t deserve to get killed…If he left two minutes later, he’d still be alive…”

Orlando closed his eyes tightly, as Keira’s arm encircled his broad shoulders. “Shh…” She held him tightly, feeling his shoulders begin to shake as he broke down in her arms. His strong body shook as he sobbed, releasing months of pent up emotion. Her arms encircled him tighter as he curled up against her, his head resting against the crook of her neck, as he surrendered to the fear, to the pain, to the heartache…

Feeling the tears rising in her own eyes at the utter helplessness of the man in her arms, Keira’s hands rummaged through his thick curls, straying down his back and soothingly rubbed his arms, desperate to ease his pain. After a few moments, the violent sobs had subsided to mere whimpers, yet he didn’t let go…He couldn’t…

“I’m sorry…” He whispered. “I just want to be strong…”

“You don’t always have to be strong.” She assured him, pulling back just enough to place a tender kiss on his forehead. “I’m here.”

Looking up, his deep brown orbs meet her slightly lighter ones. Sighing, he asked a question, dreading her answer. “Why’d you come?”

“I don’t know…” She admitted, slightly loosening her grip. “I just had to…Something told me to come here…and be with you…” She shook her head slightly, pure sincerity reflected in her mocha eyes. “I’m here because…because, I still care about you…and I know that you’d be here for me.”

“You should get to bed.” She whispered, a maternal instinct consuming her after a few minutes in soothing silence.

“Will you stay with me?”

“Orlando…”

“Please Keira…Just lay with me tonight.” His eyes pleaded with hers. “I don’t want to be alone.”

Without a word, she stood up, reaching for his hand. He took it, his thumb lightly caressing hers as they slipped inside the house and up the stairs to his old bedroom. In the wordless darkness, they made their way to his bed, never letting go of each other’s hand. Turning down the sheets, they both slipped, fully clothed, into the rather small bed.

“Orlando?” Her voice came timidly through the darkness, as she heard a muffled whimper escape his lips. God, what she wouldn’t give to ease his pain. “Would you mind…I mean…Is it okay if I held you tonight?”

He didn’t need to say a word. The sigh that escaped his lips at her most innocent question said more than any words needed to. She felt his weight shift on the bed as he moved closer to her, his head settling comfortably against her chest as her arms encircled his muscular body.

“Thank you.” He whispered softly, his arm coming across her stomach. As if by instinct, her lips caressed his forehead and her fingers stroked his cheek soothingly until his breathing fell steady and he she knew he was asleep.

“Night love…” She whispered softly, her fingers lost in his curls as she drifted off to sleep, more than content with Orlando in her arms.

Granted it wasn’t the best of situations. Yet, this was right.

[Lola]

You are such a good writer!! ;D
I´m so in love with this fic...

[venus567]

what a beautiful story you are weaving here! I could just imagine this on screen as if I was watching a movie. Great job! ;D

[pottypirate]

Your doing a fab job on a beautiful fic, can't wait for next update

[*Syd*]

eeek that was great

[missendicott]

This is so fantastic!

[thankful24]

Next Installment, i hope you enjoy it!! Thanks for the awesome comments you guys rock...and i know i was gonna do the song thing, but it got to hard to pick one, haha, i like too many songs. I'd like to know wht you guys think!


Chapter Three

The rain fell heavily upon the rooftop, its pattering the only sound dancing through the completely silent room. The morning had obviously begun to settle in, yet the room was still cast in a somber yet peaceful darkness. Standing in the shadow of the slightly adjourned door, an unknown spectator took in the sight before her eyes, bringing a smile to her mourning lips.

Upon the bed the two bodes lay, tangled in each other so completely that the untrained eye couldn’t decipher where she began and he ended…and frankly, it didn’t matter. Her hand lay soothingly against his jawline, fingers lightly caressing, soothing him as they slept. His head buried itself against the crook of her neck, his muscular arms clinging tightly to her, holding on for dear life.

Stepping away from the door, Sonia Bloom smiled to herself. Although she didn’t know how they had ended up like that, her heart smiled at the prospect of the deliriously busy young lady traveling to be with her son. Knowing Orlando and everything he had said the night before, he needed Keira more than anything and wasn’t about to let her go again.

Stirring slightly as another loud thunderclap exploded in sky, Orlando groaned, burying his face into the silky hair of the woman lying next to him. He didn’t open his eyes. Instead, he breathed in deeply, taking in the familiar scent that he had missed so much. He could hear her melodic heartbeat; he could fell her small hand on his face, his cheek pressed against hers…

Allowing his eyes to flutter open, he took in the sight of her, and he couldn’t help but smile. Even in the darkened room on such a dismal day, she was the image of perfection. Propping himself up on one elbow, he studied her angelic face, memorizing every detail with his eyes before traversing a similar study with his fingertips. Biting hard on his bottom lip, he allowed the previous night to wash over him. Keira had shown him comfort, compassion, love…Maybe she did still love him...

Leaning forward, he allowed his warm lips to settle softly against her perfect nose. “Wake up angel.”

“Mmmm.” She moaned softly, stretching out her tired muscles as she awoke. She could feel his strong hand resting innocently upon her stomach. As if by instinct, she reached down, interlocking her own fingers with his as she opened her eyes. “Mornin’.”

“Thank you.” He smiled weakly, staring into her spectacular hazel eyes.

“No worries…” She bit her lip, a light blush consuming her cheeks as he stared down upon her with those smoky brown eyes. “I just wish the circumstances were different…”

“Me too.” He sighed heavily, falling back against the pillows. “I can’t wait until today is over…”


Shaking the rain off of his dripping hair, Orlando stepped into the oversized church. The distinct smell of incense flooded his senses, and he immediately felt nauseous, the true finality of the event washing over him. His immediately reaction was to walk out, and just keep on walking until he was away from all the pain, all the anger, all the sadness…

Closing his eyes to compose himself, he felt a smaller hand grab tightly to his, fingers interlocking in the most soothing of dances. Her thumb lightly caressed his strong, calloused fingers, desperately wanting to sooth his pain. She was now by his side, her hazel eyes shining brightly as he smiled wanly at her, his heart both aching and dancing in his chest.

“Let’s go sit.” He whispered, gesturing towards an empty pew at the front of the church. Quietly, they slipped into their seats, hands still tightly clasped.

Keira allowed her eyes to fall on Orlando, studying him. His eyes were closed and his head was bowed down slightly, making him look like a vulnerable little boy. His face was noticeably slender, tired, and worn with anguish, yet as he turned to her and opened his eyes, she couldn’t help but notice that familiar sparkle in his teary brown orbs. It was a look he had reserved only for her. Wordlessly he reached over, his tender hand lightly caressing her cheek. “Thank you.” He whispered, sincerity and gratitude dripping from his words.

“Uncle Orlando!” Came a small voice from across the reverently silent church, followed by quick footsteps on the tiled floor.

Quickly turning his head, Orlando’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of the little boy running towards him. Curls bounced carelessly atop his head, as he practically jumped onto Orlando’s lap, his small arms wrapping around his neck. “I missed you Uncle Orli!”

“Man, I missed you too Bayler! You got so big!” Orlando smiled at the little boy in his arms. “How old are ya now? 18?”

“No silly! Only 4.” The little boy laughed innocently, before looking over at Keira. He studied her face for a few moments before glancing back at Orlando, and then twice back and forth between the two. Leaning close to Orlando’s ear, he whispered quietly. “Is she ‘lizabeth Sann?”

“Yeah…” Orlando smiled genuinely at Bayler’s innocence and seeming fascination with the woman next to him. He watched as the little boy smiled slightly at her before looking away when she smiled back. After this went on for a few moments with Orlando just looking on, Keira finally spoke.

“Hi.” She extended her hand, a sweet smile taking over her face. “I’m Keira.”

He blushed furiously, suddenly shy. Nervously, he extended his little hand and then smiled back at her. “I’m bayler.”

“Nice to meet you.” She winked, shaking his hand. “I like your hair.”

“Thanks.” He smiled, still in awe of Keira. “I want it to be just like Uncle Orlando’s but it grows slow.”

“Well, I like it.” She assured him, turning to smile at Orlando, whose face had suddenly fallen somber. Studying the little boy’s features, she quickly realized exactly who he was. Wordlessly, Bayler slipped off Orlando’s lap and into the very small space between him and Keira.

“I saw you on the movies.” He told Keira charmingly. “Me, Mommy, and Daddy watched you and Uncle Orlando on that DVD thingy all the time…” His face suddenly became thoughtful and pensive. “My Daddy isn’t here anymore.” Orlando let out a heavy breath he hadn’t realized he was holding in, as Bayler continued talking with an uncanny mix of innocence and maturity for such a young child. “I don’t know why, but God made him go away…and everyone keeps crying…’specially Mommy…”

Keira felt the tears well up in her own eyes, as the little boy told them what had happened. Things like this shouldn’t happen…not to such amazing people. Glancing over at Orlando, she saw him quickly brushing away his own tears, determined to remain strong in front of his family. She brought her gaze back to the little boy.

“Does Uncle Orlando love you?”

“Uhh…” Now it was Keira’s turn to be rendered speechless. “I…uhh…”

“Of course he does.” Orlando interrupted Keira’s stammering. “I love Keira very much.”

“Can she be my aunt one day because she’d be the coolest aunt EVER!?” Bayler asked, almost incredulous.

“I don’t know about that.” Orlando shook his head, laughing nervously and desperately avoiding Keira’s eyes.

“Fine then.” Bayler giggled, before climbing to his knees and quickly kissing Keira on the cheek. “Uncle Orlando is a dumb-head…Will you marry me?”

Giggling slightly and taking in Orlando’s amused expression, Keira ruffled her hair through his silky curls. “Maybe when I get a little younger.”

“Yay!” Bayler pumped a fist triumphantly. “I think you’re the only girl I ever met that doesn’t have cooties!


They walked silently through the drizzle, still hand-in-hand, as they made their way from the cemetery to the awaiting car. Orlando wordlessly opened the door for Keira, and she slipped in the backseat with him following close behind. Sonia and Colin soon climbed into the front seats, none of them saying word.

After driving in thoughtful silence for a few moments, Orlando wordlessly leaned over, brushing his lips against Keira’s cheek. A surprised gasp escaped her lips at the unexpected contact, and she couldn’t help but smile at the familiar sensations shot through her body. Only Orlando Bloom, with the slightest touch of his lips, could send chills down her spine. He smiled at her, before laying his head upon her shoulder for the rest of the ride home. A wall had definitely been broken down between them…and they couldn’t have been happier.



As the night wore on, the somber mood of the Bloom household lightened slowly, and by the time dinner rolled around, everyone had settled into lighthearted conversation. Orlando’s family had stopped by, and they all had a great time, talking and munching on pizza. Keira fit right in with his family, just as she had many times before.

“Hey Miss Movie Star.” Samantha teased Keira, who was now sporting one of Orlando’s hats, and her tank top, and jeans.

“Sam!” She smiled, wrapping her in a tight hug. “Good to see you.”

“Yeah you too…I’m glad to see you and my little bro looking happy together again.”

“Actually, we’re not…” Keira looked at the ground, the realization washing over her. “We’re not together…”

“You’re kidding me?”

“Nope…” Keira shook her head, shrugging before glancing over Sam’s shoulder at Orlando, who appeared deep in conversation with his stepfather.

“I just…I don’t know what to do.” Orlando shrugged.

“Follow your own advice…” Colin smiled at his son, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Listen to me Orlando…You love Keira, and there is no doubt in my mind that she still loves you…very much…”

“I don’t know…”

“Yes you do.” Colin nodded. “That girl might be the busiest woman in the movie industry right now, but she got on a plane and flew across the country to make you feel better. She loves you…and as a lot more than a friend…”



“Hey you.” She crept up to him from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning her chin on his arm. “You okay?”

“Yeah…Just thinking.” He stared out into the pouring rain, his big hands reaching to covers hers as she tightened her grip around his waist. She lightly kissed his T-shirted shoulder, knowing full-well that it was the last thing that she should be doing, but at the same time, nothing else seemed more perfect.

Keira’s fingers slowly began dancing against his, sending shockwaves through both of their bodies. Their fingers danced, caressed, teased each other, clinging and massaging in the most sensual of ways against his firm stomach. He swirled his thumb around her fleshy palm, making love to her with his fingertips, and she bit her lip to hold back the whimper threatening to escape the back of her throat.

He smiled to himself, as a slight groan escaped her throat under his gentle ministrations. He leaned back against her slightly, feeling his own knees buckle as her hand slipped from his and continued its sensual dance across his stomach. Closing his eyes, he sighed contently, a shiver running through his entire body as her small hand slipped underneath his T-shirt, teasing the perfect muscles of his abdomen.

“Keira…” He whispered huskily, turning to face her, his back firmly pressed against the railing. Biting his lip, he stared down at her, such innocence and perfection still sparkling in those eyes. His hand trailed up her bare arm, over her shoulder, up her delicate neck, and finally settled itself gently upon her cheek. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Orlando…We should talk…”

“Yeah…” He whispered softly, both of his arms now firmly wrapping themselves around her. Her arms soon traveled up to around his neck, and they stood their lost in an embrace. He buried his head into the crook of her neck, the place where, he seemingly found more solace than anywhere else in the world. Her fingers lightly moved in tender circles across the back of his neck, while he couldn’t seem to draw her close enough to himself.

Wordlessly they stood their, just embracing each other. Years could’ve passed, months, days, hours…it didn’t matter…They were there, wrapped safely in each other’s arms.

“I love you.” He whispered, sincerely, solemnly, perfectly. Nothing else was said for the longest of moments, as they stayed there just holding onto each other. He felt her lips brush the top of his ear, and he just held her tighter.

“I love you.” She breathed against his ear, and he could feel her tears landing upon his bare skin. He pulled back slightly, his forehead now pressed against hers, their bodies still clinging tightly. “I never stopped.”

“Don’t cry Baby.” He whispered, his voice calm and soothing. “There’s been more than enough tears these last few days…”

“Yeah…” She laughed slightly through her tears, a new wonderment consuming her features as she studied him. “So much has changed…”

“So much has stayed the same…” He just stared at her, his eyes speaking volumes.

She chewed on her bottom lip, and his thumb came up, lightly caressing her lip and freeing it from her teeth. Her hands soon found their way to his face, tracing every line that she had tried desperately to forget. Smiling softly, his hand stilled her movements, his fingers curling around hers, still on his face, as he leaned towards her. Her breath caught In her throat and she felt herself get weak in the knees at the mere prospect of his lips touching hers at that moment.

Her tongue darted out, moistening her already dry lips and she heard him groan lightly. His breath was now mixing with hers, and her heart was racing furiously in her chest. She tilted her head towards him, and his mouth finally met hers in the gentlest of kisses. Their lips clung together…It was slow, sensual, wonderful.

His hands encircled her waist, hers resting comfortably on his cheeks before moving through his damp curls. He pulled back slightly, his lips landing upon the tip of her nose before returning to her lips. He could feel the tender touch of her tongue against his bottom lip, and his mouth immediately opened, their tongues caressing, exploring with newfound wonder. They touched, tasted tentatively like it was the first time.

He breathed in deeply, drawing her closer to him, his hands knocking her hat from her head and rummaging through her silky hair. His fingers combed through her hair, as their kiss grew deeper, a familiar passion beginning to consume them both.

He pulled back again, his lips now swollen to a deep shade of red, and he stared at her with heavy eyes, darkened with desire. “I love you.” He half-moaned, sounding much more desperate than he would’ve cared to.

Her arms still around his neck, she buried her face into his chest, quickly realizing that this was definitely not the place for them to be surrendering to their desires. “I love you.” She giggled softly, her hands once again slipping underneath his T-shirt.

“You know…” His lips grazed the crown of her head. “Everyone is sleeping in there…”

“Orlando…” She was quickly cut off by the feel of his lips on hers. “Mmmm…” She surrendered to another round of kisses, as Orlando’s hands slid down her silm body, finally settling upon her rear. Pulling her body weight against him and leaning flush against the railing, a surprised grunt escaped his lips as he felt the railing giving out behind him. Unable to process what was happening until it was too late, a loud crash sent Orlando and Keira into a heap upon the wet grass.

“Talk about an earth-shattering kiss.” Keira giggled, looking down at Orlando.

“Dork!” He chuckled whole-heartedly for the first time in awhile, as the rain poured down about them.

“Orlando?! Is everything okay?” His mom called from her bedroom.

“Yeah Mom…Sorry to wake you.” Orlando chuckled. “We just had a little accident down here, but we’re fine. Goodnight.”

“I feel like a guilty little kid.” Keira buried her face in Orlando’s shirt.

“Yeah, I’ll explain this tomorrow…Me and Keira were full-on making out and I started groping her and we broke the railing…” Orlando’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

“You’re too cute.” She smiled at him, his curls dripping wet, his clothes muddy as the rain dripped down his face. “This could only happen to us…”

“Mm-Yeah…” He smiled, biting his bottom lip as he ran his fingers through her sopping hair, taking note of their intimate closeness. His hands tangled into her hair as he brought her down on top of him, lips taking hers in a serious of deep, passionate kisses. Their tongues tangled together, their bodies entwined, and they couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. Orlando’s lips were now on her chin, following the raindrops down her throat, across her collarbone. His desire was growing, as his hands slid underneath her sopping shirt, his lips dancing furiously across the wet fabric. Her hands clutched him to her, reveling in the sensations consuming her body.

“Orlando…Orlando…wait…” She stopped his hands that were working to rid her of her shirt. “We’re putting on quite the show for your neighbors…”

“Mmm…I don’t care…” He murmured against her neck, his tongue tracing patterns on her wet skin.

“Ohh…” She whimpered before pushing him away again, and standing up. “We need go inside…No one wants to see me naked”

“Mmm…I sure do.” He grinned devilishly, quickly jumping to his feet. They giggled as they entered the house, acting like teenagers en route to their hotel room after prom.

“Orlando…” Keira giggled, feeling his hand toying with her bra clasp as they headed up the stairs.

“Shh…You’re going to wake someone…” He giggled, his teeth nibbling on her earlobe as they stopped on the stairs. “You ever seen The Thomas Crown Affair?” He whispered, his breath hot, his voice husky against her neck.

“Mmm…yeah…why?” She groaned, turning into his embrace and pressing her lips to his. He pulled her down onto his lap, as he sat upon the stairs.

“You remember that one scene…” His lips sucked at her neck. “with Pierce Brosnan and that girl…” His hands slipped up her shirt. “And they were on the stairs…?”

“Mmm…yeah…” She moaned, her hands slipping down to the button of his jeans. Then she shook her head, quickly realizing what he was implying. “Noooo…” She giggled teasingly, her lips now caressing his masculine neck. “You’re a naughty boy…We better go upstairs and put you to bed.

With that, he was on his feet, with Keira in his arms, making his way down the hallway into his bedroom. Kicking the door closed with one foot, he pulled Keira close, quickly ridding her of her tank top. His lips ravished her, tasting every inch of skin that had previously been covered, and she let out a heady moan.

“Shh…Don’t want to wake the ‘rents.” He grinned at her, his eyes reflecting a mix of pure lust and utter love. “You…me…bed…now…” He winked.

“I like how you think Bloom.” She smiled seductively, before making her way towards the bed with him in tow.

Her lips crashed into his, as he pulled her down on top of him, their hands exploring each other’s bodies in ways that they hadn’t in what seemed like forever. Her fingers sifted through his soggy curls, as his lips took a leisurely and highly erotic tour of her body. She shivered in pleasure as he made her feel things that she didn’t even know existed.

Peeling off his shirt, she moved to sit behind him, her fingers easing the tension in his muscular back and neck. Her lips followed closely behind her hands, and he found himself in sensory overload as she simply loved him in ways only she could. No one else had ever made him feel like this with just a simple touch.

Propping himself up on one elbow, he couldn’t help but admire the beauty beneath him. Her wet hair clung to her delicate features, her eyes glistened, her face flushed and her lips were swollen from the intensity of their kisses. His free hand came up to wipe her hair off her face, and he found himself lost in her hazel pools. He blinked back tears, as he admired her, and she stared back, incredulous at the attention he paid to her.

“I just love you so much.” He whispered, a tear abandoning his eye. “I’ll do anything for it to always be like this…anything…”

She took his hand in hers and brought it to her lips, lightly kissing the palm before settling it upon her chest…her heart. “Only for you.” She whispered, before kissing his palm again. “I love you more than anything…”

Slowly, sensually, his lips settled back onto hers, their tongues tangling together, as their bodies did the same. Yet there was something different about it this time…It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t secretive. It wasn’t nervous. It was perfect. Simply perfect.

[designerdenimx3]

Love it!

[*Syd*]

amazing

[missendicott]

Can this get any better!