Im sorry i havent updated soon but it's marching band season, which has temporarly taken over my life- haha. Here's an update- i hope ya'll like it. I'm hoping to post another one sometime today as well- so check back!
The majority of the candles had been extinguished, with the exception of a few that sat on the table next to the bed. On the floor her clothing, along with his, mixed with the rose petals that had fallen off the bed when they’d slid under the blankets, the ribbon that had been tied in her hair half hanging off the nightstand. The radio had been turned off and the curtains were now pushed wide open to allow the lights of LA to sparkle brightly outside.
With a contented sigh, Keira hugged Orlando’s arm tighter around her, closing her eyes. She felt him brush feather-light kisses along her shoulder, up her neck, behind her ear. Occasionally voices or the sound of a car passing by would drift up from the streets below, but for the most part it was quiet, except for their breathing.
“You awake?” Orlando whispered from behind her.
“Yeah, I’m awake,” she whispered back, turning in his arms to face him. The dancing light from the candle cast shadows all around them and the pale illumination caught his eyes. His fingers traveled over her lips and her eyes fell closed, not wanting the moment to ever end. Moving across her cheek and pushing back a tangled, fallen curl away from her face, his touch felt delicate and warm.
“My God, Keira… you’re beautiful.”
Her eyes opened again, and she found him staring at her with an almost amazed look taking over his features. But before she could speak, he did. “It’s not like I haven’t always known that, it’s just that right now… you completely take my breath away,” he whispered, his eyes moving to take in her every feature.
His words, along with his gentle caress, washed over her like warm water and she shifted her weight to lean against him, placing her lips to his in a sweet, gentle kiss that had him sighing against her lips and tangling his fingers in her hair. Everything about that moment, about her, was perfect. It was a feeling he’d only experienced once before, but this time he wasn’t about to run away from it.
Applying the slightest amount of pressure, just enough to ease her back, Orlando covered her body with his own again, moving his hand up to sweep her hair away from her face. A muted whimper escaped her throat, and her hand reached up to casually surround his neck as she deepened the kiss.
They had lost time to make up for.
(Three weeks later; Boston)
Smothering a yawn, Keira closed her eyes behind her dark sunglasses for a few seconds, then reopened them. Maybe if she wished hard enough, she’d be back in bed, blissfully sleeping the day away like Orlando was. Instead, she was seated in a car on her way to a radio station. Leave it to Simon to schedule her and only her to do an interview on a morning radio show that started at the butt-crack of dawn. How did Orlando always get out of doing the early interviews?
Orlando…
He’d been on her mind a lot lately and not for the obvious reason of him being there with her most of the time. In the last twenty-one days they hadn’t seen much of anything outside their hotel rooms unless they had press to do. Smiling to herself, she imagined him curled up in bed, laying almost diagonally across the mattress, his head all but covered by the blankets as he slept wrapped in a cocoon of down and three hundred thread count. What she wouldn’t give to be him right about now…
Despite the fact that the time since LA had been dangerously close to perfect, she still felt uneasy. Or maybe it was because of what had happened in LA and the days since. True the last time they’d slept together he’d disappeared hours afterward but this time he was still there twenty-one days later. That alone should have reassured her that whatever worries she had concerning him were displaced. But there was this nagging thought in her head, this tiny little voice that kept reminding her that he was there because he had to be. What would happen when that day in February came? The day when he was no longer tied to her?
She shook her head, hoping that the thoughts she’d just been pondering would leave but they were still very much there. In a little over two months, he’d be free to leave… and she had the horrible, sinking feeling that he would.
Sighing, Keira closed her eyes again and leaned her head against the cold glass of the window. She wouldn’t think about it anymore today. When she got back, she’d take a long, hot bath, possibly with Orlando, then curl up in bed for a nap. Once she’d relaxed, she’d feel better. She wasn’t one to be irrational about things… and she wasn’t about to start.
~*~*~*~*~
A quiet silence filled the semi-dark, unfamiliar room, the only light slipping between the break in the curtains. Groaning softly, Orlando reached his arm out to touch Keira. He raised his head when he felt nothing but cold sheet, blinking his eyes. Finding only her pillows he sat up, rubbing the fuzziness out of his vision as he pushed the blankets back and stood up, shivering almost immediately in the cool air. LA in December was good, but Boston in December was downright wrong.
He tugged a t-shirt over his head as he made his way to the bathroom, scratching his sleep-tousled curls as he walked. He slapped the wall a few times before finding the light switch but when he flipped it on, he staggered back from the sudden blinding light that flooded the space. His eyes adjusted to the light and he stepped inside, wincing as his feet hit the cold tiles. Without looking at anything else, he picked up his toothbrush and the tube of toothpaste Keira’d left uncapped on the back of the sink and set to work brushing his teeth. He spit out the lather he’d created in his mouth and when looked up, Orlando discovered a note left by Keira… on the wall-wide bathroom mirror… in light red lipstick.
"Lando~
I knew you’d forget! While you got to sleep as late as your sexy little heart desired, my ass was at a radio station doing an interview. Remember now? Probably not. Anyway, I’ll be back around 12 or so. I’ll see you then. Enjoy YOUR day off! Love you, call if you need anything.
~KK”
Orlando smiled at the words she’d scrawled and the mental the image of her standing in the bathroom hours before holding the plastic tube to the mirror as she wrote, her tongue peaking out the corner of her mouth. When he’d looked at the clock on the nightstand a few minutes before it had read 12:14. She’d be back any second.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. He finished up in the bathroom and walked out to see Keira slipping her jacket off, looking practically dead on her feet. She looked up as him standing in the arched doorway, her eyes bloodshot and half open. Keira offered him a small smile as she stepped over to him, rubbing her eyes as she did.
Without a word he closed his arms around her tiny body and she laid her cheek against his chest. Through the material of his t-shirt he could feel how cold her cheeks were. Placing a kiss to the top of her chilly hair, he rubbed his hands up and down her back.
“How was the interview?” He asked into her locks, smelling winter in the strands.
“Okay. They asked about you a lot. Wondered where you were. I told them it was your turn to sleep in today and I got butt crack of dawn duty this time,” she said, yawning at the end of her sentence.
“Tired?”
“Very. Did you see my note?” She asked when he let her go. Keira sat on the edge of the bed and pushed her shoes off with her feet, then slid off her jeans to pull on loose-fitting, light blue plaid pajama pants. Orlando left the doorway to join her on the bed, sitting at the foot while she slid underneath the covers.
“Yeah I saw it. I feel bad for housekeeping, though. They have to scrub that stuff off,” he laughed and reached under the blankets, picking up her foot. He began to massage the muscles there and Keira closed her eyes blissfully, and involuntary moan escaping her vocal chords.
“Keep that up and I may just do anything you want,” she mumbled, letting her head fall back against the wooden headboard.
“Anything, huh?” Orlando asked, pushing the leg of her pants up her calf a little, allowing his fingers to slide along her smooth skin. Her breathing all but stopped as he pressed his lips against her flesh, causing a fresh trail of goose bumps to prickle up her skin. She opened her mouth to reply but all that came out was a quiet squeak, and Orlando chuckled.
"Really?” He said, raising an eyebrow as he continued to move his fingers further up her leg, his arm slipping up and inside her pant leg as he now massaged the back of her thigh.
“Uh huh…” she breathed out shakily, weakly nodding her head. A grin of pure pride slid across his lips as he pushed her pant leg up as far as it could go, letting his lips fall to the fold of her knee.
“I… oh lord…” Keira stuttered, her eyes still closed. Not a second later they snapped back open when she felt Orlando grab her ankles and yank her down so she was flat against the bed. He crawled up the length of her body, settling his over hers, and took her right hand in his left, lacing their fingers together.
“So getting back to that anything I want…” he said, his right hand clasping her left in the same way as the others. He raised her arms over her head and let his lips hover less than inches above hers, his sparkling eyes focused on her bright ones as he braced his weight on their hands, causing them to sink deeper into the pillows her head rested on. Keira’s breathing remained shallow and her tongue darted out to unconsciously lick her lips, grazing his lips as well. She could smell the minty scent of toothpaste on his breath, and he could smell the fruity scent of the lip balm she’d applied before getting back to the room and the subtle scent of the perfume she favored. Orlando leaned down as if to kiss her, but before their lips connected he diverted their path and brushed them against the side of her neck, causing a sharp intake of breath on her part.
“Why do you do this to me?” She asked as he continued to press feather-light kisses everywhere but her lips.
“In the words of the most gorgeous woman I know… because I can,” he said, the warmth of his breath skimming across her cheek.
“You are an evil, evil man, Orlando Bloom,” she said when he’d paused in his exploration to look her in the eye.
His initial response was a cocky, self-assured smirk, and once again his lips hovered dangerously close to hers. “And you love every bit of it,” he said, not making a move to close the gap between them at all.
“Orlando…”
“Yes Gorgeous?”
Aiming him the sexiest look she could muster, fully intent on letting him win this battle as long as it got her what she wanted, she peered at him through half-closed eyes. “Shut up and kiss me.”
He happily obliged, their lips connecting, her hands still pinned above her head. Sleep was the last thing she though of, and as Orlando let one of her hands go to slide his up her side under her shirt, there was only one thing on her mind.
~*~*~*~*~
Hours later Orlando watched while Keira slept soundly beside him, her breathing slow and even. She was on her side facing him, her right arm tucked underneath her head, the left laying on the mattress between them. Her fingers barely peaked out from inside the sleeves of his long-sleeved t-shirt that she’d slipped on before falling asleep. Strands of dark brown silk fell delicately over her closed eyes, fluttering with every breath she took.
Every time he looked at her he felt the same swell in his chest and his heart would beat just a little faster. And every time he thought about what he did to her he felt like scum. He had no idea the effect his leaving had had on her, and even though he might get a glimpse of her pain, he’d never truly know how deep it went.
But things were different now. She was there, with him, and no one was running. Five months without her had crawled by excruciatingly slow. And all he knew now was that if he had to spend the rest of his life making those five months up to her, he’d do it any way he knew how.
He reached out to sweep the fallen lock of hair from her face and she scrunched up her nose before her eyes fluttered open slowly. Sleepy green stared back at him, and a slow smile appeared on her lips. “Hey,” came her lethargic reply.
“I’m sorry I woke you,” he said back in a low whisper, trailing his index finger down her cheek.
Her eyes slid closed again at his touch and her smile never faltered. “I can imagine worse ways to wake up.” She opened her eyes when he removed his finger and stared back at him. “How long was I asleep?” She asked, a tiny yawn escaping her lips.
“About two hours. If you’re still tired, go on back to sleep, sweetheart,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
“I’d love to, but we have to get packed soon. We leave for London tonight and I still have to get showered. And we still have a phone interview to do before we leave. So it’s good that you woke me,” she said, rolling onto her back to stretch her arms high above her head. Her wrist connected hard with the headboard and she let out a yelp of pain, mumbling a few choice curse words as she took her aching wrist in her hand. Blinking back tears of pain, she watched as Orlando delicately took her throbbing wrist in his hand and rubbed his softly. “OW! Ow, ow, ow, damn it, owwww!” she whined and Orlando looked up into her eyes as he placed a few kisses to her “boo-boo”. Her whining and cursing stopped as she watched Orlando alternately kiss and massage her wrist and after a few seconds the pain magically disappeared.
He looked up to meet her eyes, noticing that she’d stopped… well just about doing anything. There was one lone tear still glittering in the corner of her eye and he reached up, her wrist still in his other hand, to brush it away. “Better?” He asked, placing one last kiss on her now-red wrist.
“Much,” she replied in a breathy whisper.
Their eyes stayed locked on each other and after a minute, Orlando looked away. “Why don’t you go get showered and I’ll start packing for us.”
She nodded her head, clearing her throat before she spoke. “Okay.”
She slid off the bed slowly and went into the bathroom, looking back over her shoulder at Orlando, who could only watch her as she walked away wearing his t-shirt that hid all but the tips of her fingers and boxers that, even though they were rolled, slid down her hips. Only when the door closed, did he turn away.
“When she gets out, I’m taking a cold shower. A very cold shower.”