Post by thankful24 on Aug 5, 2007 18:08:25 GMT -5
Hey Ya'll, just wanted to say a bit about my fic before your begin, the song is called "She Is' by the Fray, and basically i love this song because it's fun and yet romantic and sexy at the same time, which hopefully is what comes across in my fic. Orlando and Keira messing around with eachother and ejoying eachothers company- whats better! 
i hope you enjoy this little story...on with the show!
-Carrie
“I can’t understand how your car gets this dirty.” she said, swiping the back of her wrist across her sweaty forehead before returning to the removal of mud splashed across the hood of Orlando's BMW.
“Hey, when I am home I have to drive this baby like it’s supposed to be driven,” he said, looking up to meet her eyes from the opposite side of the car’s front end, sending her the cocky grin she’d never tell him she found irresistible.
The look she sent him back foretold of the sarcastic remark she was formulating in her mind before she even spoke. “So I’m guessing ‘driving it like it’s supposed to be driven’ means seeing how many mud puddles you can ram it through before you have to get on your next flight out?” she answered, hitching one eyebrow higher than the other.
His hand stopped the pattern it was making on the car’s hood as he leveled his gaze at his fiancé again. She simply smiled back at him while he stared, waiting for the witty comeback that would no doubt follow such a look, but enjoying the view she had while she waited. His white tee shirt was soaked through -and see through- in some places, the moisture-soaked material clinging to his body every so often. On the opposite side of the car, hidden from her sight, his muscular legs were clad in mesh basketball shorts and his feet were bare like hers as he stood in the soapy puddle coating the driveway they stood in. The ends of his hair curled up underneath his hat, and she let herself fall into quick memories of threading her fingers those same loose curls the night before in bed.
What she didn’t know is that he wasn’t concentrating on a snappy remark, but on her, on the sweaty, damp, adorable vision she was. Her hair sat piled atop her head in a quickly pulled back ponytail, wisps of renegade hair sticking to her forehead and the sides of her neck. Sunglasses hid her eyes, but he knew they were sparkling with as much playfulness as his probably were in that moment. The navy blue tank top she wore hugged every curve of her upper body in a way he wished he could almost every second of the day and the gray cotton shorts that clothed her lower half, though not completely visible to his eyes, had showed him enough leg earlier that he’d almost picked her up and taken her right back up the stairs to bed that morning.
He simply smirked at her before going back to what he’d been doing, not saying a word for a minute before responding, “It’s how I take out my frustrations when I can’t see you. I have to ram something into something else or I’d go crazy.”
Her mouth fell open as she stopped in the middle of running the soapy sponge across the surface of the paint, her sunglass-hidden eyes widening at the underlying meaning to his words. “Oh my god…”
He chuckled to himself as he picked up the hose and rinsed the suds off the car, seeing her struggle with her own response now. “Well look at that, miracles do exist… Miss Keira Knightley herself is speechless. I must be pretty good, because the only other time I can get you to stop talking is when we’re-” His words were cut off as he ducked to dodge the sponge she sent flying his way and he laughed as she scooped her hand into the bucket of sudsy water and came up with a handful of bubbles, which she flung at him as well.
Wordlessly, though still laughing, he aimed the hose in her direction, leveling it at her like an Old West cowboy. “Feelin’ lucky, Keir?” he asked, closing one eye and tilting his head, as if checking his accuracy.
“Don’t you dare!” she exclaimed, pulling her sunglasses off and pointing a finger at him as she took backward steps toward the house.
He matched each step she took with one of his own, the grin never leaving his face. “The way I see it, you got two choices, partner. You can either run before I count to three… or you can get soaked. Which one is it going to be?” he asked, his smiled only growing.
“Orlando, I’m not kidding. I don’t have time to mess around,” she said as he still followed her retreat.
“One…”
“Orlando!! Come on! I have to be at the bridal shop in less than an hour for a fitting and-“
“Two…”
“Orlando… don’t!” she warned, the giggle she tried hard to suppress seeping through her words.
He didn’t even bother with “three” before pulling the trigger on the nozzle, drenching her completely as she shrieked his name and held her hands in front of the spray, squeezing her eyes closed and turning her head to avoid the water. He lowered the hose, leaving Keira to push water out of her eyes and spit it out of her mouth while he laughed at her.
“I’m going to kill you!” she said, sprinting toward him. His laughing only intensified as he took a few steps backward himself before turning on his heal and taking off around the side of the house, Keira close behind on his heels. He stopped abruptly, catching her off guard as he bent down and caught her, hoisting her over his shoulder and heading toward the backyard… and the pool.
“I’ll hurt you! Orlando, come on!” she squealed, her full-blown giggles betraying the anger she tried to project.
He shifted her weight so that she was cradled in his arms, smiling at her only once before tossing her into the pool.
She surfaced in the center, blinking her eyes as she tread water while he stood, bent over in laughter, on the concrete side. She swam to the edge, griping the side with one hand and pushing the loose hair out of her eyes with the other as she tried her hardest to glare angrily at him. “Can you help me out?” she asked, fighting desperately at the smile that tugged on the corners of her lips.
He wordlessly bent at the knees and held out his hand, still chuckling as he easily lifted her from the pool and helped her stand on the edge. “I’m sorry, Love, but… well, no I’m not,” he laughed.
The sweet smile she sent him was one he received with slight confusion. Either she didn’t care… or she was thinking of ways to get back at him. “Just kiss me so I can go get showered. I’m running really late,” she said, tilting her head to shake water from her ear.
He took a step toward her, leaning down with every intention of pressing his lips sweetly to hers, but even the best of intentions sometimes don’t work out. His plans were shot to hell when she stepped to the side and shoved him into the pool.
This time is was Keira who was laughing so hard her stomach hurt. Her laughter, however, soon turned into another shriek as she raced away and he effortlessly hauled himself out of the pool using the cement lip and took off after her. She’d gotten as far as the grass that bordered the back patio before he caught her and tackled her to the soft green earth, covering her body with his as he tickled her sides.
“That was not nice, Keira,” he said, giving her his best ‘angry’ face, but breaking into a smile at the sight of her giggling beneath him and he stopped his torture.
“Yeah, well, paybacks are a bitch, Mr. Bloom,” she chuckled, smiling as he hands pushed soaked tendrils away from her face.
“What payback? I got what I want,” he said, leaning down to brush whisper-soft kisses along the side of her neck.
Her teeth dug into her bottom lip as her head unconsciously tilted back, thoroughly enjoying what he was doing as her finger threaded through the wet hair at the base of his neck. And as his lips found hers, the plans she had to keep faded further and further from her memory.
i hope you enjoy this little story...on with the show!-Carrie
She Is
This is going to bring me to my knees
I just want to hold you close to me
She is everything I need that I never knew I wanted
I just want to hold you close to me
She is everything I need that I never knew I wanted
“I can’t understand how your car gets this dirty.” she said, swiping the back of her wrist across her sweaty forehead before returning to the removal of mud splashed across the hood of Orlando's BMW.
“Hey, when I am home I have to drive this baby like it’s supposed to be driven,” he said, looking up to meet her eyes from the opposite side of the car’s front end, sending her the cocky grin she’d never tell him she found irresistible.
The look she sent him back foretold of the sarcastic remark she was formulating in her mind before she even spoke. “So I’m guessing ‘driving it like it’s supposed to be driven’ means seeing how many mud puddles you can ram it through before you have to get on your next flight out?” she answered, hitching one eyebrow higher than the other.
His hand stopped the pattern it was making on the car’s hood as he leveled his gaze at his fiancé again. She simply smiled back at him while he stared, waiting for the witty comeback that would no doubt follow such a look, but enjoying the view she had while she waited. His white tee shirt was soaked through -and see through- in some places, the moisture-soaked material clinging to his body every so often. On the opposite side of the car, hidden from her sight, his muscular legs were clad in mesh basketball shorts and his feet were bare like hers as he stood in the soapy puddle coating the driveway they stood in. The ends of his hair curled up underneath his hat, and she let herself fall into quick memories of threading her fingers those same loose curls the night before in bed.
What she didn’t know is that he wasn’t concentrating on a snappy remark, but on her, on the sweaty, damp, adorable vision she was. Her hair sat piled atop her head in a quickly pulled back ponytail, wisps of renegade hair sticking to her forehead and the sides of her neck. Sunglasses hid her eyes, but he knew they were sparkling with as much playfulness as his probably were in that moment. The navy blue tank top she wore hugged every curve of her upper body in a way he wished he could almost every second of the day and the gray cotton shorts that clothed her lower half, though not completely visible to his eyes, had showed him enough leg earlier that he’d almost picked her up and taken her right back up the stairs to bed that morning.
He simply smirked at her before going back to what he’d been doing, not saying a word for a minute before responding, “It’s how I take out my frustrations when I can’t see you. I have to ram something into something else or I’d go crazy.”
Her mouth fell open as she stopped in the middle of running the soapy sponge across the surface of the paint, her sunglass-hidden eyes widening at the underlying meaning to his words. “Oh my god…”
He chuckled to himself as he picked up the hose and rinsed the suds off the car, seeing her struggle with her own response now. “Well look at that, miracles do exist… Miss Keira Knightley herself is speechless. I must be pretty good, because the only other time I can get you to stop talking is when we’re-” His words were cut off as he ducked to dodge the sponge she sent flying his way and he laughed as she scooped her hand into the bucket of sudsy water and came up with a handful of bubbles, which she flung at him as well.
Wordlessly, though still laughing, he aimed the hose in her direction, leveling it at her like an Old West cowboy. “Feelin’ lucky, Keir?” he asked, closing one eye and tilting his head, as if checking his accuracy.
“Don’t you dare!” she exclaimed, pulling her sunglasses off and pointing a finger at him as she took backward steps toward the house.
He matched each step she took with one of his own, the grin never leaving his face. “The way I see it, you got two choices, partner. You can either run before I count to three… or you can get soaked. Which one is it going to be?” he asked, his smiled only growing.
“Orlando, I’m not kidding. I don’t have time to mess around,” she said as he still followed her retreat.
“One…”
“Orlando!! Come on! I have to be at the bridal shop in less than an hour for a fitting and-“
“Two…”
“Orlando… don’t!” she warned, the giggle she tried hard to suppress seeping through her words.
He didn’t even bother with “three” before pulling the trigger on the nozzle, drenching her completely as she shrieked his name and held her hands in front of the spray, squeezing her eyes closed and turning her head to avoid the water. He lowered the hose, leaving Keira to push water out of her eyes and spit it out of her mouth while he laughed at her.
“I’m going to kill you!” she said, sprinting toward him. His laughing only intensified as he took a few steps backward himself before turning on his heal and taking off around the side of the house, Keira close behind on his heels. He stopped abruptly, catching her off guard as he bent down and caught her, hoisting her over his shoulder and heading toward the backyard… and the pool.
“I’ll hurt you! Orlando, come on!” she squealed, her full-blown giggles betraying the anger she tried to project.
He shifted her weight so that she was cradled in his arms, smiling at her only once before tossing her into the pool.
She surfaced in the center, blinking her eyes as she tread water while he stood, bent over in laughter, on the concrete side. She swam to the edge, griping the side with one hand and pushing the loose hair out of her eyes with the other as she tried her hardest to glare angrily at him. “Can you help me out?” she asked, fighting desperately at the smile that tugged on the corners of her lips.
He wordlessly bent at the knees and held out his hand, still chuckling as he easily lifted her from the pool and helped her stand on the edge. “I’m sorry, Love, but… well, no I’m not,” he laughed.
The sweet smile she sent him was one he received with slight confusion. Either she didn’t care… or she was thinking of ways to get back at him. “Just kiss me so I can go get showered. I’m running really late,” she said, tilting her head to shake water from her ear.
He took a step toward her, leaning down with every intention of pressing his lips sweetly to hers, but even the best of intentions sometimes don’t work out. His plans were shot to hell when she stepped to the side and shoved him into the pool.
This time is was Keira who was laughing so hard her stomach hurt. Her laughter, however, soon turned into another shriek as she raced away and he effortlessly hauled himself out of the pool using the cement lip and took off after her. She’d gotten as far as the grass that bordered the back patio before he caught her and tackled her to the soft green earth, covering her body with his as he tickled her sides.
“That was not nice, Keira,” he said, giving her his best ‘angry’ face, but breaking into a smile at the sight of her giggling beneath him and he stopped his torture.
“Yeah, well, paybacks are a bitch, Mr. Bloom,” she chuckled, smiling as he hands pushed soaked tendrils away from her face.
“What payback? I got what I want,” he said, leaning down to brush whisper-soft kisses along the side of her neck.
Her teeth dug into her bottom lip as her head unconsciously tilted back, thoroughly enjoying what he was doing as her finger threaded through the wet hair at the base of his neck. And as his lips found hers, the plans she had to keep faded further and further from her memory.
