Post by Reens on Dec 31, 2005 5:36:25 GMT -5
*Moved from BnK archives.
Genre: Humour/romance/slash ?
Pairings: Orlando/Keira.
(Implied: Orlando/Heath and Orlando/Johnny and Orlando/Kate.)
Synopsis: Orlando has a secret and Keira wants gossip.
You’re a Pain in My Ass
Hari T
“Well come on. Spill the info,” she pried, in her usual adolescent way. I rolled my eyes and gave her my most annoyed and unimpressed look. Trust Keira to have noticed. She would never let me go now until she was satisfied she had every little detail. All I did was maybe; slightly blush just the tiniest bit, when Geoffrey asked me if I’d seen Heath lately. Damn that she noticed and sent her twisted one tracked mind into fiction creating mode. It’s completely beside the point that whatever fantasies she came up with were probably true.
“Your such a gossip whore,” I said, which gained me a rather pathetic but very amusing punch on the shoulder. She was stunted though; the expected snide comeback took a good few seconds to form in her mind, to which I can only conclude it had been a long day of filming for her. I couldn’t help but smirk when thinking proved too much of a challenge for her fashion obsessed mind and she resorted to simply thumping me again.
“Tell me. Damn it,” she scowled. “Otherwise I’ll…”
“You’ll what?” I interrupted, finding my new found knowledgeable superiority immensely entertaining and a comfortable ego boost. I wanted to relish this moment because I have found, through past experience, that when women want to know something they will use whatever measures it takes to obtain the information. If she was indeed going to find out my little ‘secret’ I would no doubt have her on my case for the rest of the shoot and probably for the rest of my life, or at least until she got bored.
“I’ll tell Kate you were peaking in on Johnny changing and are actually madly in love with him!”<br>
I laughed aloud; it was the only possible response. How did she know about that! “Do so then,” I chuckled, “you don’t even believe it, why would she?”<br>
“Fine!” She rolled her eyes and struggled to think of something else. “I’ll… I’ll refuse to speak to you for a whole week, even on set!”<br>
“Ah bliss,” I sighed and turned to walk away.
“Orlando! Damn it. Can’t you just give a girl some gossip? I really depend on it for survival, you know,” she whined, tugging on my sleeve until I was facing her again. I paused momentarily to think of something witty but my muse was apparently on vacation so I just stared at her. Why I closed the distance I shall never know, lack of any other way to shut her up perhaps, but moments later I was kissing her with the firework display that only Keira and I seemed able to produce. It wasn’t the first time I’d kissed her off set; it was unlikely to be the last. It meant nothing to either of us but it was slightly different to our usual performance. I came up gasping for breath only to find her stunned like a deer in headlights.
“No,” I grinned, I couldn’t help it, before turning my back on her and wandering off.
Genre: Humour/romance/slash ?
Pairings: Orlando/Keira.
(Implied: Orlando/Heath and Orlando/Johnny and Orlando/Kate.)
Synopsis: Orlando has a secret and Keira wants gossip.
You’re a Pain in My Ass
Hari T
“Well come on. Spill the info,” she pried, in her usual adolescent way. I rolled my eyes and gave her my most annoyed and unimpressed look. Trust Keira to have noticed. She would never let me go now until she was satisfied she had every little detail. All I did was maybe; slightly blush just the tiniest bit, when Geoffrey asked me if I’d seen Heath lately. Damn that she noticed and sent her twisted one tracked mind into fiction creating mode. It’s completely beside the point that whatever fantasies she came up with were probably true.
“Your such a gossip whore,” I said, which gained me a rather pathetic but very amusing punch on the shoulder. She was stunted though; the expected snide comeback took a good few seconds to form in her mind, to which I can only conclude it had been a long day of filming for her. I couldn’t help but smirk when thinking proved too much of a challenge for her fashion obsessed mind and she resorted to simply thumping me again.
“Tell me. Damn it,” she scowled. “Otherwise I’ll…”
“You’ll what?” I interrupted, finding my new found knowledgeable superiority immensely entertaining and a comfortable ego boost. I wanted to relish this moment because I have found, through past experience, that when women want to know something they will use whatever measures it takes to obtain the information. If she was indeed going to find out my little ‘secret’ I would no doubt have her on my case for the rest of the shoot and probably for the rest of my life, or at least until she got bored.
“I’ll tell Kate you were peaking in on Johnny changing and are actually madly in love with him!”<br>
I laughed aloud; it was the only possible response. How did she know about that! “Do so then,” I chuckled, “you don’t even believe it, why would she?”<br>
“Fine!” She rolled her eyes and struggled to think of something else. “I’ll… I’ll refuse to speak to you for a whole week, even on set!”<br>
“Ah bliss,” I sighed and turned to walk away.
“Orlando! Damn it. Can’t you just give a girl some gossip? I really depend on it for survival, you know,” she whined, tugging on my sleeve until I was facing her again. I paused momentarily to think of something witty but my muse was apparently on vacation so I just stared at her. Why I closed the distance I shall never know, lack of any other way to shut her up perhaps, but moments later I was kissing her with the firework display that only Keira and I seemed able to produce. It wasn’t the first time I’d kissed her off set; it was unlikely to be the last. It meant nothing to either of us but it was slightly different to our usual performance. I came up gasping for breath only to find her stunned like a deer in headlights.
“No,” I grinned, I couldn’t help it, before turning my back on her and wandering off.
