Post by Jems on Nov 7, 2004 18:45:47 GMT -5
Title: Tarion
A/N: Just a little sequel to give you all an idea of what happened after sweet kisses. Not brilliant, words towards the end are in elvish and I thought they were so beautiful and affectionate I just had to use them. (Translations are in brackets!) Anyway, I hope you enjoy and please review!
Note: I do not own Keira Knightley, Orlando Bloom, or Jamie Dornan, very, very unfortunately. There actions completely consist of my imagination and I dare say, as much as I wish it were true, that Orlando Bloom and Keira Knightley are not dating. (damn it! )
It was Sunday’s she cherished the most. Waking up in the protective arms of her lover, taking in his beautiful face. His long eyelashes. His parted lips. His long unruly curls. His soft breath teasing her senses. He was perfect. He was hers, just as much as she was his. He was her Orlando. She was his Keira.
She loved the way his eyelids fluttered open to reveal his hypnotising, brown orbs. The way a gentle smile tugged at the corner of his mouth telling her there was nowhere else he would rather be. The way he placed delicate yet meaningful kisses upon the tip of her nose.
Within time she would get up and pad quietly into the bedroom, settling into a hot shower to rouse her consciousness. Sometimes he would join her unexpectedly, taking her by surprise from his actions. He would grab a bottle of her favourite shampoo, massaging her scalp as he rubbed it in, making her sigh contentedly from his touch. His body would press against her from behind and as he anointed her skin with shower gel he would kiss her neck seductively.
She worshipped the way he would wrap them both in one of the big, blue towels when the water had been turned off. How he gently caressed her skin with the cloth as he wiped them both dry. When he kneaded the tangled knots away in her back just the way she liked. Enjoying her quiet moans of delight.
It was then that the dog would decide to wander in. Her tail wagging at the speed of a propeller whipping round on a helicopter, begging to be fed. He always chuckled so happily before jumping into some jeans and a baggy t-shirt, wandering down the hall to the kitchen with Maude bounding along side.
A content look would be held upon her face as she too dressed, blow-drying her hair until it hung down her back gracefully. She would hum to herself as she smoothened down the crumpled bed sheets. Welcome the room to daylight as she parted the curtains before leaving the room.
By the time she entered the kitchen he had already gone to take the dog for a walk. Her breakfast would be laid upon the table ready and waiting for her. As she tucked down to breakfast, she would flick through his newspaper, stopping at the articles he had circled thinking she would be interested in them.
She sighed contentedly as she stacked the dishwasher and then dragged out the hoover to tidy the house. As she worked she would hum softly, thinking how much she enjoyed something so simple as cleaning the house, when so many others hated it with a passion.
They didn’t have much time at home, and when they were they were constantly on the go. Sundays were special because they were normal. They made it normal. They were like a true couple, even though they were far from the normalities of life. Movie careers meant little time. But they found time. They had to. Too long apart caused too many tears and too much heartache.
She found herself smiling as she remembered the visit he had welcomed her with by surprise on her last film set. How she had been close to having a break down from far too much stress. How she had wanted to cry and cry because she felt lonely. He came to ease the pain. Yes, his producer screamed at him, but bother him it did not. He made her content as she did for him. She would always do the same. She already had.
The slam of the door made her aware of his presence and a grin couldn’t help but play upon her features. He came up behind her, warm arms slipping round her waist, pulling her close. Her hands came up behind her to stroke the back of his neck lovingly, tugging it down so his head was buried in the back of hers.
Low voices made comments. Laughter commenced. Happiness was visible. Love was shared. It was perfect.
During the afternoon they lazed about the garden. Helping one another learn their lines as they sat at the table on the patio, viewing the pretty wilderness that stood before them. Keira straddled his lap facing him, giggling when he spoke the same line incorrectly time after time.
When the nearby church bells sounded loud and clear to inform them that evening was near, they wandered in from the fresh air and into the warmth of the house. They cooked their meal together. Keira always began to chop the onions until her eyes were flooded with tears and Orlando had to take over. He always laughed at her as she grabbed the nearest tissue and dashed out the room, her head only poking round the corner cautiously when it was boiling in the pot.
After consuming the food they always wondered down to the park. Walking through the natural beauty that stood so close by was always a pleasure for them both. Memories of sadness belonged by the river they came to sit by, along with happy ones they would not exchange for anything.
They lay beside one another, propped up on their elbows, gazing at the scenic momentum before them. Maude, who would have been more then horrified is she had not been taken to amble along, looked keenly at her rippling reflection in the waters surface. They both laughed hysterically as she sniffed the liquid cautiously, before tumbling into the shallow depths clumsily as she lost her balance.
When the moon appeared in the blanket of velvet that represented sky, they settled fully onto their backs. Eyes were averted to the sheet of black dotted with glistening stars, and as Keira shivered Orlando instinctively pulled her close to his welcoming body. Loving the feel of her against him.
‘There he is.’ She suddenly announced softly, pointing at a particular star that shone down on them positively.
She felt Orlando squeeze her tight in reassurance and encouragement.
He knew she needed to be out here at this time of night. It was the only time she could see the man she lost. The man she never loved more then a friend but grieved for him when he passed away. The man that went by the name of Jamie Dornan.
Keira was aware that Orlando knew how special this place was. The swooping willows that bowed gracefully over the rippling river. The tall, swaying grass that whispered magical words around the land, placing any human being in the world of pure enchantment, grace and satisfaction. It was where Keira belonged. But most importantly, where she and Orlando belonged. The place did not remain without her love to be there with her. He was her support, her life. She needed him. He needed her. It was mutual.
Jamie’s presence hung thickly in the air. She smiled as the wind blew mildly across her face, as if recognising her features and welcoming her back again after the long week that had commenced.
At some point Maude, who was dripping wet, waddled towards them slowly, tongue lolling about as she panted from exhaustion at her own entertainment. Without thought Keira stroked their dogs head with care, happy when the animal settled down by her side, her head resting on her leg showing clear signs of devotion.
The night had full control of the earth as the couple walked back to their house hand in hand. They talked to one another in hushed tone, not wanting to disturb the wonderful silence with a piercing sound that would ruin the quiet land.
They would arrive home only to crash into bed, worn out from lack of well-needed sleep. Orlando’s head would rest on the pillow while he pulled Keira up to rest on his chest.
She loved it like that. To have her ear pressed up against his heart. To hear how it skipped with excitement as he chattered to her contentedly and happily yet softly.
And she would just lie there.
Lie there listening to what he had to say with interest, recognising how soothing his voice was and how it calmed her. How he made her truly happy.
His hands gently caressed the tops of her arms, running his palms down her smooth skin in affection. Kisses were showered upon her and whispers were sent to her ears, making her feel wanted, making her feel special. Because that’s what she was to him. Special. And nothing could change that for the world.
Lips were soon met passionately but in no haste or hurry. Adoration for one another was made present, as bodies entwined. As hearts entwined.
When they finally came to rest, breath came raggedly out of both of their chests. Small kisses were shared and foreheads were rested upon each others, drowning themselves in the bliss they were surrounded by.
‘A'maelamin.’ (My beloved) Orlando whispered, placing a final kiss onto his lover’s lips before rolling off her body and onto the mattress.
‘Melamin.’ (My love) Keira whispered back once she had snuggled into his open arms, slipping her leg in between his own so they were locked together in their usual sleeping position.
Just as she was about to drift off into the world of sleep she heard ushered words fed to her.
‘Amin mela lle.’ (I love you.)
‘And you, Melamin (My love)…Mela en' coiamin (love of my life)’<br>
A/N: Just a little sequel to give you all an idea of what happened after sweet kisses. Not brilliant, words towards the end are in elvish and I thought they were so beautiful and affectionate I just had to use them. (Translations are in brackets!) Anyway, I hope you enjoy and please review!
Note: I do not own Keira Knightley, Orlando Bloom, or Jamie Dornan, very, very unfortunately. There actions completely consist of my imagination and I dare say, as much as I wish it were true, that Orlando Bloom and Keira Knightley are not dating. (damn it! )
Tarion (Sunday)
It was Sunday’s she cherished the most. Waking up in the protective arms of her lover, taking in his beautiful face. His long eyelashes. His parted lips. His long unruly curls. His soft breath teasing her senses. He was perfect. He was hers, just as much as she was his. He was her Orlando. She was his Keira.
She loved the way his eyelids fluttered open to reveal his hypnotising, brown orbs. The way a gentle smile tugged at the corner of his mouth telling her there was nowhere else he would rather be. The way he placed delicate yet meaningful kisses upon the tip of her nose.
Within time she would get up and pad quietly into the bedroom, settling into a hot shower to rouse her consciousness. Sometimes he would join her unexpectedly, taking her by surprise from his actions. He would grab a bottle of her favourite shampoo, massaging her scalp as he rubbed it in, making her sigh contentedly from his touch. His body would press against her from behind and as he anointed her skin with shower gel he would kiss her neck seductively.
She worshipped the way he would wrap them both in one of the big, blue towels when the water had been turned off. How he gently caressed her skin with the cloth as he wiped them both dry. When he kneaded the tangled knots away in her back just the way she liked. Enjoying her quiet moans of delight.
It was then that the dog would decide to wander in. Her tail wagging at the speed of a propeller whipping round on a helicopter, begging to be fed. He always chuckled so happily before jumping into some jeans and a baggy t-shirt, wandering down the hall to the kitchen with Maude bounding along side.
A content look would be held upon her face as she too dressed, blow-drying her hair until it hung down her back gracefully. She would hum to herself as she smoothened down the crumpled bed sheets. Welcome the room to daylight as she parted the curtains before leaving the room.
By the time she entered the kitchen he had already gone to take the dog for a walk. Her breakfast would be laid upon the table ready and waiting for her. As she tucked down to breakfast, she would flick through his newspaper, stopping at the articles he had circled thinking she would be interested in them.
She sighed contentedly as she stacked the dishwasher and then dragged out the hoover to tidy the house. As she worked she would hum softly, thinking how much she enjoyed something so simple as cleaning the house, when so many others hated it with a passion.
They didn’t have much time at home, and when they were they were constantly on the go. Sundays were special because they were normal. They made it normal. They were like a true couple, even though they were far from the normalities of life. Movie careers meant little time. But they found time. They had to. Too long apart caused too many tears and too much heartache.
She found herself smiling as she remembered the visit he had welcomed her with by surprise on her last film set. How she had been close to having a break down from far too much stress. How she had wanted to cry and cry because she felt lonely. He came to ease the pain. Yes, his producer screamed at him, but bother him it did not. He made her content as she did for him. She would always do the same. She already had.
The slam of the door made her aware of his presence and a grin couldn’t help but play upon her features. He came up behind her, warm arms slipping round her waist, pulling her close. Her hands came up behind her to stroke the back of his neck lovingly, tugging it down so his head was buried in the back of hers.
Low voices made comments. Laughter commenced. Happiness was visible. Love was shared. It was perfect.
During the afternoon they lazed about the garden. Helping one another learn their lines as they sat at the table on the patio, viewing the pretty wilderness that stood before them. Keira straddled his lap facing him, giggling when he spoke the same line incorrectly time after time.
When the nearby church bells sounded loud and clear to inform them that evening was near, they wandered in from the fresh air and into the warmth of the house. They cooked their meal together. Keira always began to chop the onions until her eyes were flooded with tears and Orlando had to take over. He always laughed at her as she grabbed the nearest tissue and dashed out the room, her head only poking round the corner cautiously when it was boiling in the pot.
After consuming the food they always wondered down to the park. Walking through the natural beauty that stood so close by was always a pleasure for them both. Memories of sadness belonged by the river they came to sit by, along with happy ones they would not exchange for anything.
They lay beside one another, propped up on their elbows, gazing at the scenic momentum before them. Maude, who would have been more then horrified is she had not been taken to amble along, looked keenly at her rippling reflection in the waters surface. They both laughed hysterically as she sniffed the liquid cautiously, before tumbling into the shallow depths clumsily as she lost her balance.
When the moon appeared in the blanket of velvet that represented sky, they settled fully onto their backs. Eyes were averted to the sheet of black dotted with glistening stars, and as Keira shivered Orlando instinctively pulled her close to his welcoming body. Loving the feel of her against him.
‘There he is.’ She suddenly announced softly, pointing at a particular star that shone down on them positively.
She felt Orlando squeeze her tight in reassurance and encouragement.
He knew she needed to be out here at this time of night. It was the only time she could see the man she lost. The man she never loved more then a friend but grieved for him when he passed away. The man that went by the name of Jamie Dornan.
Keira was aware that Orlando knew how special this place was. The swooping willows that bowed gracefully over the rippling river. The tall, swaying grass that whispered magical words around the land, placing any human being in the world of pure enchantment, grace and satisfaction. It was where Keira belonged. But most importantly, where she and Orlando belonged. The place did not remain without her love to be there with her. He was her support, her life. She needed him. He needed her. It was mutual.
Jamie’s presence hung thickly in the air. She smiled as the wind blew mildly across her face, as if recognising her features and welcoming her back again after the long week that had commenced.
At some point Maude, who was dripping wet, waddled towards them slowly, tongue lolling about as she panted from exhaustion at her own entertainment. Without thought Keira stroked their dogs head with care, happy when the animal settled down by her side, her head resting on her leg showing clear signs of devotion.
The night had full control of the earth as the couple walked back to their house hand in hand. They talked to one another in hushed tone, not wanting to disturb the wonderful silence with a piercing sound that would ruin the quiet land.
They would arrive home only to crash into bed, worn out from lack of well-needed sleep. Orlando’s head would rest on the pillow while he pulled Keira up to rest on his chest.
She loved it like that. To have her ear pressed up against his heart. To hear how it skipped with excitement as he chattered to her contentedly and happily yet softly.
And she would just lie there.
Lie there listening to what he had to say with interest, recognising how soothing his voice was and how it calmed her. How he made her truly happy.
His hands gently caressed the tops of her arms, running his palms down her smooth skin in affection. Kisses were showered upon her and whispers were sent to her ears, making her feel wanted, making her feel special. Because that’s what she was to him. Special. And nothing could change that for the world.
Lips were soon met passionately but in no haste or hurry. Adoration for one another was made present, as bodies entwined. As hearts entwined.
When they finally came to rest, breath came raggedly out of both of their chests. Small kisses were shared and foreheads were rested upon each others, drowning themselves in the bliss they were surrounded by.
‘A'maelamin.’ (My beloved) Orlando whispered, placing a final kiss onto his lover’s lips before rolling off her body and onto the mattress.
‘Melamin.’ (My love) Keira whispered back once she had snuggled into his open arms, slipping her leg in between his own so they were locked together in their usual sleeping position.
Just as she was about to drift off into the world of sleep she heard ushered words fed to her.
‘Amin mela lle.’ (I love you.)
‘And you, Melamin (My love)…Mela en' coiamin (love of my life)’<br>
The End
