Post by Reens on Dec 31, 2005 5:12:35 GMT -5
*Moved from BnK archives.
Of Heat and Arguments
Author: Sarah
Keira Knightley was redoing her ponytail for what seemed like the tenth time that hour. Sighing, she wiped the sweat off her brow with the back of her hand, leaning back into the unpleasantly sticky black leather couch she was seated on.
“Jesus, Bloom, why the hell is your flat so bleeding hot?” she whined.
“Because I live here?” Orlando replied, smirking. Keira quirked a perfectly-manicured eyebrow. “The heater’s f**ked up, and the super is out of town,” he tried again. “Don’t you complain. I’ve had to deal with this for a week. You just got here today.”
“Let’s go out.”
“No way. I don’t know about you, but I don’t particularly fancy getting mauled by crazy fangirls this time of day,” Orlando said seriously.
“You are too bigheaded,” Keira said irritably.
“Would you like to see for yourself…?” Orlando asked, gesturing to his lower body. Keira responded by throwing a couch pillow at him, which he caught.
“No thank you,” she lied with narrowed eyes, flushing red. The truth was there was nothing else that she’d rather do. Of course, she would never admit it out loud, but the first time she laid eyes on him she knew she had quite a crush. Over the years, the pair turned into the best of friends, and her quiet crush had become nothing short of intense feelings of the L word. It was quite unnerving, she thought, to have fallen in love with one of your best friends, when the feelings seemed not to be reciprocated in the slightest. A quiet but audible voice interrupted her thoughts. “What?” she asked, having not heard Orlando’s statement.
“I said, how’s Jordan?”
“Jacob,” she corrected. It was automatic.
Orlando scoffed, reasons unbeknownst to Keira. “Yeah, him. So how is he?”
“He’s fine, I guess,” she answered quietly. “Why?”
“Oh, I dunno, just wondering,” he said. “Considering that you are staying at my place instead of his, when he is your boyfriend and conveniently does live just across town.”
He had a point, but—she almost laughed out loud—as if she would pass up the opportunity to stay at Orlando’s place for two entire weeks before her holiday was up. Puh-lease.
Of course, she would never give him the satisfaction.
“Are you trying to say something?” she asked coldly. He snorted. “Well?” He leaned back on the loveseat he was sitting in, his hands behind his head, not answering. “Okay. Well then, since you seem to have such a problem with me staying here, I suppose I’ll just gather my things and head over to my boyfriend’s house,” she said coolly, standing up.
“Noooo!” Orlando yelped, grabbing her arm as she passed by him, pulling her down a little harder than he had intended. This resulted in Keira—sitting—in—Orlando’s—lap. With his hand still on her arm. She almost swooned. Almost. “You’re staying.”
She harshly jerked her arm away. “Don’t tell me what to do, Orli.”
“Oh, come on, you know I’m kidding around.”
“Whatever,” she said, attempting to stand up. But Orlando wrapped his arms around her rather tightly, and shifted so half his weight was on top of her, and she was unable to move. “Let go of me, Or!”
“No way,” he said, tightening his grip.
“Orlando! It’s 98 bloody degrees! Get off!”
“No.”
“Seriously…”
“Say you’ll stay!”
“No! I’ll—I’ll make you get off!” she exclaimed.
He snorted. “You’ll make me get off?”
“If I must, yes, then I will,” Keira said. “This is a rather uncomfortable position.”
“Please, Kei, I’m twice your size and thrice your strength.”
She raised an eyebrow. It really was an uncomfortable position.
Should I? Shouldn’t I? She thought. She heard him laugh, causing him to loosen his grip slightly, allowing her to move her arms a bit. I should.
“Oh, I have other methods of escaping that do not include strength,” Keira said softly.
“Yeah?”
“Mmm…yeah,” she whispered seductively. Here goes nothing…
Desperately hoping she wasn’t turning red to her roots, she positioned her arm and her hand so she was gently grabbing Orlando’s—
There is no way he’s that big…
“Keira…” he breathed, eyes widened.
And then she swiftly let go and punched with all the force she possessed.
Needless to say, Orlando instantly jumped up and grabbed his crotch, groaning in pain and falling back into the couch.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Orlando whined. “Pain…so much pain…Jesus f**king Christ…Keira…goddamn it, woman…”
She smirked. “That’ll be the last time you ever underestimate me, darling,” she said matter-of-factly. “So,” she started, leaning back into the chair as Orlando continued agonizing, “how’s Amber?”
“Over,” he groaned. “I’m in pain…so much pain…”
“Over?” she laughed. “I thought you were in love.”
“I am in love,” Orlando answered as he finally sat right, his eyes watery from the excruciating pain.
Me too…
“Then why did you break up?” she asked tentatively.
“I’m not in love with her.”
“Oh.” She shifted a bit, and decided she was uncomfortable and moved to the couch where she leaned into Orlando, relaxing as he put an arm around her shoulder. They sat there peacefully in silence for a few minutes. “You know I would never leave, right?” she said finally.
“I dunno. Why not?”
“Because I’m in love with you.”
She wasn’t sure who said it. She was positive it wasn’t him, and there was no one else in the house. So it was her. It had to be her. Her and her stupid, stupid big mouth. She did not plan on confessing her love for him right then and there, or ever, for that matter. She said it instinctively, on impulse.
sh*t. sh*t, sh*t, sh*t. f**king stupid…
“Oh,” was all of his reply. Oh. Oh.
“I mean—I’m not—not—well, you—oh, bloody Hell, Orlando—I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to—”
Keira would have continued her stuttering if Orlando hadn’t put his finger on her lips. He quickly replaced his finger with his lips, softly brushing his against hers. Keira tensed at first, but then relaxed at his touch. He kissed her slowly; as if he were afraid to break her, and as if it would be his only opportunity and he didn’t want to mess it up. He deepened the kiss when she responded, running his hands down her sides and through her hair, which was now down and pulled out of her ponytail. Minutes later Keira broke away, breathing hard and lips swollen.
“We just made out,” she finally stated, rather stupidly.
“Yeah.”
“We don’t make out.”
“We have.”
“Onscreen—we’ve kissed onscreen. We don’t make out—like this,” she repeated.
“Sorry, love, but I find it rather difficult not to touch a girl who’s just inches away from me, telling me that she returns my feelings,” he said suavely.
Keira opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again, and closed it once more. Nervously, she retied up her hair, fanning her face with her hand. “Is it hot in here or is it just me?”
“Yeah, it’s hot—we’ve established that,” he said, moving closer.
“Yes…”
“It could get hotter,” he said, running a finger from her cheek down her neck to her collarbone.
“Mhm…”
“Uh-huh,” he said, his face was so close now that she could feel his breath warm on her skin.
“Yeah…”
“I love you,” he whispered almost inaudibly, before crashing his mouth down on hers. As they broke apart, Keira beamed.
“I love the heat,” she said, before pulling her mobile out of her pocket. “Jake,” she answered at Orlando’s puzzled expression.
His eyes hardened. “And that officially ruins the moment…” he said bitterly. “Ugh…I hate that guy…I really, I just…ugh.”
Keira ended the call on her phone. “Too bad, not home.”
“I hope you’re not f**king teasing me, Keira,” Orlando snapped, running a hand through his tangle of curls. “Because I’m not friggin’ playing around. I’m head over f**king heels for you and I have been bloody dying to kiss you since you got here this morning.”
“I was going to break up with him,” she said finally.
“Oh. Oh,” he repeated. “Oh.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me,” he smirked.
“Gladly,” and she leaned in. “The press,” she said, “is going to have a field day.”
“You know what?” he quirked. “I’m in love with the most beautiful girl on the planet and she loves me back. I don’t give a f**k.”
“Yeah,” she smiled as she pecked him on the lips. “Me neither.”
And she kissed him properly, with the passion and desire and love and heat she’d been dying to let out for years.
- end-
Of Heat and Arguments
Author: Sarah
Keira Knightley was redoing her ponytail for what seemed like the tenth time that hour. Sighing, she wiped the sweat off her brow with the back of her hand, leaning back into the unpleasantly sticky black leather couch she was seated on.
“Jesus, Bloom, why the hell is your flat so bleeding hot?” she whined.
“Because I live here?” Orlando replied, smirking. Keira quirked a perfectly-manicured eyebrow. “The heater’s f**ked up, and the super is out of town,” he tried again. “Don’t you complain. I’ve had to deal with this for a week. You just got here today.”
“Let’s go out.”
“No way. I don’t know about you, but I don’t particularly fancy getting mauled by crazy fangirls this time of day,” Orlando said seriously.
“You are too bigheaded,” Keira said irritably.
“Would you like to see for yourself…?” Orlando asked, gesturing to his lower body. Keira responded by throwing a couch pillow at him, which he caught.
“No thank you,” she lied with narrowed eyes, flushing red. The truth was there was nothing else that she’d rather do. Of course, she would never admit it out loud, but the first time she laid eyes on him she knew she had quite a crush. Over the years, the pair turned into the best of friends, and her quiet crush had become nothing short of intense feelings of the L word. It was quite unnerving, she thought, to have fallen in love with one of your best friends, when the feelings seemed not to be reciprocated in the slightest. A quiet but audible voice interrupted her thoughts. “What?” she asked, having not heard Orlando’s statement.
“I said, how’s Jordan?”
“Jacob,” she corrected. It was automatic.
Orlando scoffed, reasons unbeknownst to Keira. “Yeah, him. So how is he?”
“He’s fine, I guess,” she answered quietly. “Why?”
“Oh, I dunno, just wondering,” he said. “Considering that you are staying at my place instead of his, when he is your boyfriend and conveniently does live just across town.”
He had a point, but—she almost laughed out loud—as if she would pass up the opportunity to stay at Orlando’s place for two entire weeks before her holiday was up. Puh-lease.
Of course, she would never give him the satisfaction.
“Are you trying to say something?” she asked coldly. He snorted. “Well?” He leaned back on the loveseat he was sitting in, his hands behind his head, not answering. “Okay. Well then, since you seem to have such a problem with me staying here, I suppose I’ll just gather my things and head over to my boyfriend’s house,” she said coolly, standing up.
“Noooo!” Orlando yelped, grabbing her arm as she passed by him, pulling her down a little harder than he had intended. This resulted in Keira—sitting—in—Orlando’s—lap. With his hand still on her arm. She almost swooned. Almost. “You’re staying.”
She harshly jerked her arm away. “Don’t tell me what to do, Orli.”
“Oh, come on, you know I’m kidding around.”
“Whatever,” she said, attempting to stand up. But Orlando wrapped his arms around her rather tightly, and shifted so half his weight was on top of her, and she was unable to move. “Let go of me, Or!”
“No way,” he said, tightening his grip.
“Orlando! It’s 98 bloody degrees! Get off!”
“No.”
“Seriously…”
“Say you’ll stay!”
“No! I’ll—I’ll make you get off!” she exclaimed.
He snorted. “You’ll make me get off?”
“If I must, yes, then I will,” Keira said. “This is a rather uncomfortable position.”
“Please, Kei, I’m twice your size and thrice your strength.”
She raised an eyebrow. It really was an uncomfortable position.
Should I? Shouldn’t I? She thought. She heard him laugh, causing him to loosen his grip slightly, allowing her to move her arms a bit. I should.
“Oh, I have other methods of escaping that do not include strength,” Keira said softly.
“Yeah?”
“Mmm…yeah,” she whispered seductively. Here goes nothing…
Desperately hoping she wasn’t turning red to her roots, she positioned her arm and her hand so she was gently grabbing Orlando’s—
There is no way he’s that big…
“Keira…” he breathed, eyes widened.
And then she swiftly let go and punched with all the force she possessed.
Needless to say, Orlando instantly jumped up and grabbed his crotch, groaning in pain and falling back into the couch.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Orlando whined. “Pain…so much pain…Jesus f**king Christ…Keira…goddamn it, woman…”
She smirked. “That’ll be the last time you ever underestimate me, darling,” she said matter-of-factly. “So,” she started, leaning back into the chair as Orlando continued agonizing, “how’s Amber?”
“Over,” he groaned. “I’m in pain…so much pain…”
“Over?” she laughed. “I thought you were in love.”
“I am in love,” Orlando answered as he finally sat right, his eyes watery from the excruciating pain.
Me too…
“Then why did you break up?” she asked tentatively.
“I’m not in love with her.”
“Oh.” She shifted a bit, and decided she was uncomfortable and moved to the couch where she leaned into Orlando, relaxing as he put an arm around her shoulder. They sat there peacefully in silence for a few minutes. “You know I would never leave, right?” she said finally.
“I dunno. Why not?”
“Because I’m in love with you.”
She wasn’t sure who said it. She was positive it wasn’t him, and there was no one else in the house. So it was her. It had to be her. Her and her stupid, stupid big mouth. She did not plan on confessing her love for him right then and there, or ever, for that matter. She said it instinctively, on impulse.
sh*t. sh*t, sh*t, sh*t. f**king stupid…
“Oh,” was all of his reply. Oh. Oh.
“I mean—I’m not—not—well, you—oh, bloody Hell, Orlando—I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to—”
Keira would have continued her stuttering if Orlando hadn’t put his finger on her lips. He quickly replaced his finger with his lips, softly brushing his against hers. Keira tensed at first, but then relaxed at his touch. He kissed her slowly; as if he were afraid to break her, and as if it would be his only opportunity and he didn’t want to mess it up. He deepened the kiss when she responded, running his hands down her sides and through her hair, which was now down and pulled out of her ponytail. Minutes later Keira broke away, breathing hard and lips swollen.
“We just made out,” she finally stated, rather stupidly.
“Yeah.”
“We don’t make out.”
“We have.”
“Onscreen—we’ve kissed onscreen. We don’t make out—like this,” she repeated.
“Sorry, love, but I find it rather difficult not to touch a girl who’s just inches away from me, telling me that she returns my feelings,” he said suavely.
Keira opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again, and closed it once more. Nervously, she retied up her hair, fanning her face with her hand. “Is it hot in here or is it just me?”
“Yeah, it’s hot—we’ve established that,” he said, moving closer.
“Yes…”
“It could get hotter,” he said, running a finger from her cheek down her neck to her collarbone.
“Mhm…”
“Uh-huh,” he said, his face was so close now that she could feel his breath warm on her skin.
“Yeah…”
“I love you,” he whispered almost inaudibly, before crashing his mouth down on hers. As they broke apart, Keira beamed.
“I love the heat,” she said, before pulling her mobile out of her pocket. “Jake,” she answered at Orlando’s puzzled expression.
His eyes hardened. “And that officially ruins the moment…” he said bitterly. “Ugh…I hate that guy…I really, I just…ugh.”
Keira ended the call on her phone. “Too bad, not home.”
“I hope you’re not f**king teasing me, Keira,” Orlando snapped, running a hand through his tangle of curls. “Because I’m not friggin’ playing around. I’m head over f**king heels for you and I have been bloody dying to kiss you since you got here this morning.”
“I was going to break up with him,” she said finally.
“Oh. Oh,” he repeated. “Oh.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me,” he smirked.
“Gladly,” and she leaned in. “The press,” she said, “is going to have a field day.”
“You know what?” he quirked. “I’m in love with the most beautiful girl on the planet and she loves me back. I don’t give a f**k.”
“Yeah,” she smiled as she pecked him on the lips. “Me neither.”
And she kissed him properly, with the passion and desire and love and heat she’d been dying to let out for years.
- end-