Title: Be Your Guide
Rating: PG15 for kissing and the word nipple :P
Pairing: Johnny/Orlando
Warnings: Slash! Male/male lovin'! And overly fluffy&romantic
Disclaimer: I can't claim the gorgeous bodies lovely personalities of Johnny and/or Orlando as my own, sadly. I also don't own any of th castmembers, and frankly, I don't even want to. The only thing that's mine is the story and the fluff and the realisation that the BYG-Johnny is my perfect man...




And now... THE STORY



1.
Orlando

Right before I accepted the part of Will Turner in Pirates, Dom came to visit me in London. It wasn’t like that was very exceptional whatsoever, because we hooked up quite a lot. This time, however, was different. This time we watched Edward Scissorhands together, a movie that I had seen about twenty times already. When the credits rolled over the screen, Dom looked at me the way only he can look – and every time he does so, I feel like I’ve done something incredibly stupid – and asked:

“Why again, Orli, do you plan on refusing the part?�

I grinned sheepishly, because truth be told, I started to wonder the same.

The first time I read the script of Pirates, I wasn’t very impressed. I thought it was just a little too cliché and Hollywood for my liking, even though I had a chance to play next to my hero. Dom knew that I had Johnny on a pedestal, and he just possibly couldn’t understand why I considered refusing the part I had been offered. Now that I had seen Johnny in one of his better roles again, I couldn’t, either.

“Well…� I said, rubbing my neck with my hand.

“Orli,� Dom interrupted, trying to talk some sense in me, “Are you out of your fucking mind? The guy’s a genius! This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance, man!�

“I know,� I mumbled.

“Then why-�

“I don’t know.�

“You bloody wanker,� Dom said incredulously, shaking his head, probably thinking I was a lost case. “If you aren’t going to accept this part, fine. But then I never, never, want to hear the name Johnny Depp again, alright?�

“I’m going to call,� I softly said, realising I was a bloody wanker indeed if I didn’t grab this opportunity.

“What?�

“I’m going to call. To say I want to part,� I explained, at which I received an approving look and a bright smile.

“You won’t regret it, trust me,� he beamed, and I picked up the phone and dialled the number of my agent.

Dom was right. Not a second I regretted taking the part. The sword-trainings are great, the Caribbean are great, my co-stars are great and Johnny is simply fantastic. I swear: that man is a God. He is amazingly committed to his work and he knows exactly what he wants and how he wants it. You should see what he’s done with his character, Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow, for that matter. It’s brilliant, absolutely brilliant. I learn so much only from looking at him, looking at how he changes from the soft-spoken and observant man into the loud and wine-spilling pirate who is going to be the absolute star of this movie. There is no one who could do this better than he, and sometimes I have to pinch my hand to convince myself this is all real.

Johnny and I hang out quite a lot off-set, sometimes with the others, sometimes just the two of us. More than once he has asked me to have dinner with him, in this fantastic residence he has. It’s insane, really, having dinner with someone you’ve admired as long as you can remember, getting to participate in his life for a while. I am happy to sense that he’s quite fond of me, and whenever he gives me a compliment about a scene or something, I’m ridiculously pleased. Hearing words of approval from the one I nearly worship, is something I don’t think I could ever get enough of and I have to say it does wonders to my ego.

Two days ago, he asked me to come over again. He wanted to see me, he’d said, because it had been awhile since my last visit. Being as happy as I was with his invitation, I had decided not to mention that it had only been three days since I’d last been there.

The evening itself was incredible. We drank some wine, drank some more wine, had a lot of fun and then he suddenly asked if I felt like watching the sunset. Of course I couldn’t refuse. I had seen my share of sunsets, but something told me that watching the sun sink into the sea with Johnny was an entirely different thing. So I followed Johnny outside, followed Johnny because I wanted him to lead me, and after walking for a couple of minutes he suddenly stopped in his tracks, raised his head up to the sky and then looked me in the eye.

“Close your eyes,� he ordered in that soft voice he has, and I obeyed because I trusted him. Without saying a word, he grabbed my wrist and guided me and I tried to focus on the crackling of twigs beneath my feet, or the chirping of a bird, but my mind kept on fixing on Johnny’s fingers that encircled my wrist. His hands were calloused yet surprisingly soft against my skin, and before that trail of thought could be finished, we came to a halt.

“You can look now,� Johnny said, and when I opened my eyes I was greeted by a breathtaking sight. Right in front of us laid the Mediterranean Sea, the calmly surging of it filling my heart with a strange feeling of serenity. The sky was filled with oranges and reds, and the sun was about to sink behind the horizon.

“We made it just on time,� Johnny said, and when I looked beside me I saw the light of the descending sun reflected in his dark eyes.

“Beautiful,� I whispered, not knowing whether I was talking about my surroundings or the glittering of Johnny’s eyes.

“It is, isn’t it,� the man beside me agreed, his gaze fixed on the orange sun.

We placed ourselves in the sand, silently watching the beautiful sight we were offered. When I sat there on that Maltese beach, my arms slung around my knees, silently witnessing the magnificence of nature, I felt completely at peace. I didn’t believe there was anything that could make the moment more perfect than it already was, and it felt good to be able to share this moment with Johnny, who was smoking a cigarette under a dusky sky.

“We should do this more often,� he commented once the sun had disappeared from our view. “You know, you and me together.�

He cast a look at me before taking a long drag off his cigarette and I silently watched him, because silence was all I could give him right then. When I realised Johnny might have expected another reaction than just my looking, I replied:

“I agree. You’re great to spend time with.�

He looked at me and smiled before he shifted his gaze to the rumbling sea in front of us again, his cigarette dangling between his slender fingers. “Likewise,� he said in a low voice.

“This place is so amazing, don’t you think?� I asked him quickly, changing the subject before I could say anything stupid. My fingers were drawing lazy circles in the sand, my eyes following my movements. “There’s so much more I want to see than I already have.�

Johnny quietly laughed and crunched his cigarette in the sand. “Then let me be your guide,� he said, and when our eyes met, I felt a sensation in my stomach that was incredible and confusing at the same time, and it hasn’t disappeared ever since.

I think I’m falling in love.

lol...

aww... I love this story it's so cute and uzzy and... you know...
heart melting :)

you gotta continue this here :)

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Laila

Phroar! Fluff is good, especially stuff like this :D

I absolutely love the descriptions of OB in the next few chapters heh!

Yeah, I got something with fuzzy stories, lol.

*cough* I just posted a new chap over at EWFN *cough*

^_^ ;)


2.
Johnny

Honesty directs me to admit that I hardly knew Orlando before Pirates of the Caribbean. Of course I had heard of him, and I knew he had starred in the Lord of the Rings, but I couldn’t quite put a face to the name. But now I must say that it’s pretty hard for me to forget about Orlando, seeing that he is practically everywhere I am. He doesn’t bother to hide the fact that he deeply admires me, but actually I find that more flattering than annoying.

The first time we met, I was a little overwhelmed by his enthusiasm, but after that first shock he stole my heart. There is a certain innocence to Orlando that I find quite endearing, and the easy manner in which he sometimes asks me to teach him certain things about acting is admirable. I am more than happy that he appointed me his guide, because his eagerness to learn is exceptional, really. I have to admit that I love to be in his presence, so it was a logic consequence that I started to invite him to my place.

Soon enough, I discovered there is a complete other side of Orlando, a side that forms a harsh contrast with the energy he usually bubbles over with. You see, when you’re alone with Orlando, he turns into a calm and considerate person, perhaps even a little shy at times. And as much as I love his lively behaviour, it’s good to see this more quiet side, simply because I better know how to handle that, and truth be told, that soft and shy smile of his is something I don’t think I could easily get tired of.

We talk a lot, and I can sense we’re getting more and more comfortable around one another. I know I can trust him, and I hope he knows he can trust me too. More than once I’ve asked myself what it is about Orlando that makes you want to tell everything about yourself, to confide your deepest secrets to him, but I haven’t quite figured it out yet.

Some people, most of them reporters, have asked me if I see him as the son I never had, but I can safely state that this is absolutely not the case. Of course, I want to make sure he’s okay whenever I can, but so does he. I see us as equals, and even though he’s a lot younger than I am, I sometimes have the feeling that he takes more care of me than the other way around.

Because of his role as Legolas in the Lord of the Rings, Orlando was already familiar with the blade. His technique is close to perfect, and even though it wasn’t the first time for me that I had sword in my hands, I lacked the ease he fought with. He noticed this, and I could see that he was delighted to initiate me in the world of swash-buckling. He spent hours training with me beside the regular sword-trainings and the sparkling of his eyes and the patience with which he taught me how to use the blade, made me honoured to be his pupil. The time that I accidentally cut myself with a blade, he was so concerned that I still have to smile every time I think about it.

A few days ago, something weird happened. It was at around 7PM and I was strumming my guitar on my couch, the sound of it echoing through the quiet house. While I was absently playing, I came to the realization that I very much wanted to see Orlando, even though I had seen him just the day before on set. We barely talked then, though, and I simply missed our conversations. I called him, and as I expected, he accepted my invitation to come over. I made up a pathetic excuse that it had been awhile since he’d been here, even though we both knew perfectly well it couldn’t have been more than three days.

Moments later, the doorbell sounded, and when I answered the door, I was greeted by a quite enjoyable sight, really. Right in front of me stood Orlando, dressed in faded black jeans and a tight green shirt that hugged his upper body. His long hair was untidily tied back in a ponytail and a few loose curls framed his face.

“Hello there, you gorgeous young man,� I greeted him with a grin, at which he raised an eyebrow and looked at me from head to toe before walking passed me.

“Says the king of good looks,� he sneered, and he gave me a wink before gracefully falling down on my couch.

His presence immediately cheered me up and after eliminating almost an entire bottle of wine, which put my mind in a pleasant haze, I suggested watching the sunset together. I didn’t have a clue where it came from, but after I said it, I realized that Orlando would indeed be the perfect person to watch the sunset with.

“Something tells me that you’ve had too much wine,� Orlando commented dryly as he looked at me in amusement.

“Well, if that’s so, I wouldn’t be the only one, aye?� I said in my best Jack Sparrow-accent, at which he shook his head with a laugh.

“You’re positively insane,� he smiled. “But yes, I’d love to.�

I decided to take him to a secluded beach and he followed me without saying a word. When we were almost there, I turned to look at him and asked him to close his eyes, which he did without asking why.

Before quickly letting my eyes wander over his calm face, I took hold of his wrist and led him through the trees and bushes that hid the part of the beach I had in mind from human eyes. Although I attempted to ignore it, I couldn’t help focusing on the pulsing that I felt underneath my fingers, and it struck me that Orlando’s heart was beating in quite a fast rhythm. Thankfully, my eyes set upon what we came there for in the first place, and any thoughts about Orlando’s heartbeat were forgotten.

I told him to open his eyes again and when he did so, I saw to my satisfaction that he was stunned by what he saw. The vastness of the ocean lay ahead of us, the bright sun casting shades of orange on the water.

“We made it just on time,� I said, narrowing my eyes because of the garish sun.

“Beautiful,� Orlando whispered, and the way he said it, with such pure awe, almost made me wish he would talk like that about me. I shrugged those thoughts off, blaming them to the wine, and agreed.

“Come on, let’s sit down, shall we,� I suggested after a while, giving the good example and sliding down in the sand. Orlando soon followed and together we sat in silence, peacefully watching the sunset together. The sky quickly became more and more dim, and when the last part of the sun sank behind the horizon, I looked beside me, playing with the cigarette I had just lit.

“We should do this more often. You know, you and me together.�

I meant what I said, and somehow I didn’t think this sunset could have been equally beautiful with someone else by my side. Orlando didn’t reply, though, but he looked at me without saying a word. Just when I started to believe that maybe I had gone too far by saying what I had, he spoke in a soft voice.

“I agree,� he smiled. “You’re great to spend time with.�

When he looked me in the eye I saw a sudden shyness, and I averted my eyes with a smile, a part of me wondering if he had always looked as breathtaking as he did then.

“Likewise,� I said in a bare whisper, feeling the sudden change in atmosphere. Orlando seemed to feel it as well, because he quickly changed the subject, drawing patterns in the damp sand. He told how beautiful he thought Malta was and when he told me in a soft voice that there was so much more he wanted to see, I couldn’t help myself and said:

“Then let me be your guide.�

Something happened inside him then, and I knew it because of the way something flickered in his eyes the second we looked at each other. There had always been the tiniest hint of admiration in his gaze every time he looked at me, but now that was replaced by something stronger, something that went beyond admiration, and the image of those dark, expressive eyes has been haunting me ever since.

I think he’s falling in love. But then, he’s not the only one.

I'll just read and review when you post it here, lalalalalala!

:love: Indeed, I agree. I was going through my few (*cough*) Orlando pictures and I absolutely love the shy ones... *sighs*

^_^

ahhhhhh sigh....

:)

huggles... I gotta rush over ;)

hehe

*hugs
Laila!

Tum tie dum..

3.
Orlando


The past week has been so hectic that I’ve hardly had any time for myself. Miserable timing really, because I don’t think I’ve ever wanted time for myself as badly as I do now. Filming is pretty tough at the moment and I can assure you that it’s not particularly fun to be on a ship with almost the entire cast and crew without any seats and toilets and everything, especially in combination with stormy weather. More than a few people suffered from sea-sickness, and Johnny was one of them. Poor guy. I felt so sorry for him every time I saw him rubbing his tummy and clutching a mast for dear life.

Nothing has really changed between us since that night under the stars. For the outside world, that is, because I make sure that the turbulent feelings that course through me every time Johnny is around, stay inside. Because of his behaviour, I know something changed on his side as well, and every time we look at each other, there’s this electrifying spark. I love sensing that there is something going on between us while nobody knows, but sometimes Johnny really seems to do his best to give me a hard time.

A few days ago, Jack Davenport, who plays commodore Norrington in the film, turned 30 and he decided to invite a few cast-members to have dinner at his place. Jack is really a great guy, and it’s quite fascinating to see him play a character that is more or less the opposite of himself. Soon enough I discovered that Jack is very caring and open, and that the word prejudice has no place in his vocabulary. He is very open-minded, and the ease with which he handles certain things can still stun me.

There were about ten people invited to his birthday-dinner, and Jack had done his best to create a nice atmosphere. A large table was situated in the middle of a room that was dimly lit by a few candles that were placed on the table, and music was softly playing in the background. Jack told us all to have a seat, and so it happened that I found myself sitting opposite to Johnny. I didn’t know what it was about him, but he managed to numb my mind by merely existing. The gentle glowing of the candle next to his plate made him look even more appealing than normal and it was pretty hard for me to focus on anything else.

Moments later, dinner was served, and I have to say that Jack had really outdone himself. I hadn’t got a clue exactly what I was eating, but it was absolutely delicious. Whilst enjoying our meals, we were all talking and laughing and having a good time, and as the night progressed, everybody became a little louder. Or giggly, in Keira’s case. She was sitting next to Johnny, and she was constantly laughing. I didn’t know what they were talking about, but there was definitely something going on, seeing that Johnny every now and then shot her a look that was probably supposed to make her shut up, but that only made her laugh harder.

At some point during dinner, the conversation turned to love and relations, and Jack and Jonathan – who is absolutely wonderful as Governor Swan in the film – started to tell about the first meeting with their future-wives. Jonathan really has this gift of telling something in such way that it draws you in completely, and I was still in a bit of a haze when he finished his utterly romantic story.

“And you, Orli?� I suddenly heard Jonathan ask, and when I raised my head, I noticed that all the eyes were suddenly directed at me.

“I what?� I asked, not knowing what they were expecting me to say.

“Have you already got yourself a girlfriend?�

I absolutely hate those kinds of questions, and that moment that feeling was even stronger.

“No, I haven’t,� I replied a bit uncomfortable, taking a sip of my wine.

“A boyfriend, then?� Jack asked in an amused voice, and I nearly choked at his words. I looked up at him in shock, my cheeks turning a bright shade of red. Could it be…? No, it was simply impossible that Jack knew anything of my feelings, but why did it strongly feel like it?

“I… I… no!� I cried out, wishing we could change the subject.

“Easy, kid, it was just a question,� Jack smiled.

“Why do those kinds of questions always come from you?� Jonathan mused, shaking his head. While the others kept on discussing about this matter, I lowered my stare, only to slowly raise it to Johnny, who was looking at me from underneath his lashes. When our eyes met, he smiled kindly. The beautiful thing about Johnny’s smile is that it never fails to reach his eyes, and the twinkle that lightens up those seas of black every time he’s amused does serious damage to my coherency. This time was no exception and when I heard Jack asking me a question again, I reluctantly left the enchanting haven of Johnny’s eyes and turned my attention to Jack instead.

“Sorry?� I asked, feeling a bit silly for not knowing what was going on for the second time in five minutes.

“I said: So I take it that you’re not attracted to guys, then,� Jack repeated, seemingly determined to embarrass me in front of everyone.

Feeling most uncomfortable, I looked down at my plate, not knowing what to say, and I nervously fidgeted with my napkin.

“Jack, leave the kid alone now would you?� Johnny’s voice suddenly sounded, saving me from further embarrassment. “That you regularly visit gay bars in your free time doesn’t mean everybody else does.�

“You visit gay bars?� Keira asked incredulously, giggling like a schoolgirl as she poked Johnny in the side. “That’s the coolest thing! Johnny, why don’t you-�

“Well!� Johnny interrupted Keira in a loud voice, shooting her an unbelieving glare and raising his glass. “I think it’s high time to bring a toast to our wonderful host. Happy birthday, Jack.�

We all raised our glasses and repeated the last words, causing Jack to smile brightly. When I looked at Johnny, I noticed he was looking at me as well, and I mouthed a ‘thank you’ that I meant from the bottom of my heart. He smiled and mouthed ‘you’re welcome’ back at me and even when we drunk from our glasses, our eyes stayed fixed on each other, his dark ones crinkling in amusement.

The later it got, the more defiant Johnny’s gazes became, as did mine. It was almost as though we were challenging each other, but to what, I had no idea. Not that I minded: I loved to float around in the infinity of his eyes, it was like falling in a never ending well. The realisation that we were actually flirting, and doing it openly, hit in when Johnny bit the inside of his lip while looking at me most intensely. I nearly choked on my wine then, and the cheeky grin that followed from his part, his golden teeth flickering in the light, told me that he knew he had got me right where he wanted. The bastard.

Thankfully, the others didn’t notice any of this. Either that or they just didn’t comment on it, but that was not very likely, seeing that ‘the others’ included the ever curious Jack. To my surprise, no one has come up to me to tell me they had seen my staring at Johnny or something. I have the feeling my eyes are practically glued to Johnny, and it strikes me as something quite miraculous that no one has noticed yet.

Even though he hasn’t been as flirtatious as that night anymore, I know that the spark is still there. I suspect that the alcohol gave him courage then, but actually I have to admit that I like his normal self better, just because I know that when he does something that gives me butterflies, I know it comes from him, not from the wine.

I don’t want this to be a game. I want this to be real.

*lmao*
this Kierra is hilarious ...
*grins*

awww...
I wanna have an Orli too ;)
well more like a Lij :x

sweetie

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Laila
:baby:

Aurora! *huggles*

Aww... I do adore this story to death, it's so cute and fluffly and I just want to.. *sighs*

^_^

~Matt

mooooooaaaa ;)

*lol*

hug
Laila

Hey Matt! *huggles*

Anyway, here's the "mooooooaaaa" Laila requested ;)

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4.
Johnny

Sometimes I hate ships with a passion, which is quite inconvenient when you have to play a pirate. Never in my life had I been troubled by sea-sickness, but then, never in my life have I seen waves as high as this week. I wasn’t the only one that experienced the nausea that came with sea-sickness: practically the entire cast suffered from it. Apart from Orlando, of course, who was happily bouncing up and down the ship without showing even the tiniest sign of discomfort. Thankfully he had the decency to at least feel sorry for the ones who didn’t share his blessed state, and I have to admit that I was pleased with the fact that he seemed to be concerned especially about me. Arms were wrapped around me, my back was being stroked in a comforting gesture and I all let it happen, the circumstances unfortunately not allowing me to enjoy his attention as much as I would have liked.

Ever since that sunset I’ve been feeling this constant craving for his presence. I want to be near him, and when I am near him, I want to be even closer, you know? I also got this continuous urge to mention his name, and more than once I managed to change a conversation that had absolutely nothing to do with the guy, in such way that it eventually turned out to be an Orlando-centered talk. It’s admittedly a long time since I felt like this, and I’m enjoying it to the fullest, although I have to add that I sometimes feel like I’m going to explode if I keep everything inside the way Orlando seems to be trying to do.

After the attention Orlando gave me when I wasn’t feeling all too well on the ship, I was feeling exactly like that. Being soothed by the one I was starting to become very much in love with, was just a little too much for me to take and when the shootings were done and the make-up was removed, I quickly made my way over to a little stone-wall to smoke a cigarette. After a few moments, I noticed the presence of Keira, who apparently had to come round from the shooting as well.

“Hi there,� I said. “Cigarette?�

“I don’t smoke, remember?� she smiled, and leaned against the wall, her elbows resting on top of it. Together we watched the sea, the wind blowing our hair in all kinds of directions as a comfortable silence hung between us. My thoughts wandered off to Orlando and his beautiful smile and that’s when I made the fatal mistake. I told Keira.

You must know that I’m very fond of Keira. She’s absolutely wonderful and she obviously has a lot of talent. The only thing that’s less likeable about her, or so I discovered later, is that she can be incredibly obnoxious. Ever since my confession, she has really made a sport of sneaking up behind me on the most unexpected moments to whisper in my ear something like “Ah, he’s so gorgeous, isn’t he� in the sliest voice she’s capable of. Of course she always does this when Orlando is close nearby, and she says it almost loud enough for him to hear it.

At that dinner party at Jack’s, she was worse than ever before. I regretted telling her with every fibre of my soul, and yet it had seemed the right thing to do then. Apparently that sea-sickness had had its effects on my ability to think straight. In the beginning of the evening, it was quite alright: she almost seemed to have forgotten that I fancied Orlando, but after a few glasses of wine she became all giggly and annoying and constantly made remarks about Orlando that he thankfully failed to hear.

“He looks so pretty tonight, don’t you think?� she giggled, watching him intently while moving her glass against her cheek.

“Keira, knock it off for Chris’s sake!� I hissed through gritted teeth, praying to God that she would shut up. Alright, Orlando did look pretty that night, but that was something Keira didn’t necessarily have to hear from me.

“Gay people are sexy,� she continued as though I hadn’t said anything, leaning with her head against my shoulder and looking me in the eye. “Have you been to a gay-bar once, Johnny?�

“Keira, I’m serious. You’re drunk. You’re annoying. You’re embarrassing me. Please shut up, alright?� I whispered almost desperately, but the only reaction I got was a high-pitched laugh.

Thankfully she decided to have a chat with Kevin McNally, the guy that plays Gibbs, so I could actually start to relax a little. I cast a quick glance at Orlando, but unfortunately he didn’t notice. Instead, he was listening intently to Jonathan, who apparently was telling everybody how he had met his wife.

When Jonathan asked Orlando if he had a girlfriend and everybody was silently waiting for his reply, I could tell that he absolutely didn’t like being the centre of everybody’s attention. Jack only added to his obvious discomfort by asking him if he had a boyfriend instead. The poor lad blushed furiously and denied defensively, something that made Jack smile a little too knowingly.

He looked at me then, with those huge and dark eyes, and I sent him a sympathetic smile. I simply couldn’t tear my eyes away from him, he was just too beautiful to ignore. The thing I like maybe most about Orlando is the fact that he’s totally unaware of this massive attraction he possesses. That night was no exception. His dark hair was a tad ruffled, and the curls that dangled over his eyes gave him that mysterious aura that suits him so well. I had to struggle hard not to brush those curls away, to tuck them behind his ears and lose myself completely in his eyes.

The magic of the moment was broken by Jack, who couldn’t seem to let go of the idea of Orlando having a boyfriend. Jack is someone who doesn’t make problems of things like that. In fact he had once told me that he had had a boyfriend himself a few years ago. That piece of information hadn’t really come as a surprise to me, because in my opinion, it was quite obvious that he looked beyond in his eyes insignificant things like gender.

Orlando, however, didn’t entirely share Jack’s straightforward behaviour, so when Jack wanted to know if he wasn’t attracted to guys at all, he got embarrassed beyond belief. Nervousness radiated from him, and he had such a hard time that I couldn’t not interrupt.

“Jack, leave the kid alone now would you?� I said, shooting him a disapproving look. “That you regularly visit gay bars in your free time doesn’t mean everybody else does.�

This seemed to attract Keira’s attention, because she started laughing foolishly. “You visit gay bars? That’s the coolest thing! Johnny, why don’t you-�

“Well!� I broke her off, knowing that there would have followed something like “join him some time and take Orlando with you.� I glared at her, not believing that such a sweet girl could be so utterly annoying, and raised my glass. “I think it’s high time to bring a toast to our wonderful host. Happy birthday, Jack.�

The others followed my example, and Orlando send me a smile with a grateful expression on his face. Throughout the rest of the night, he kept on making my heart skip numerous beats with those smiles of his, smiles that made me forget around the world around me, forget about even Keira, who had thankfully decided to leave me alone.

Encouraged by the alcohol and by the way he bewitched me with his eyes, I started to become perhaps a little too careless. I didn’t want everybody to know about what I was feeling – it was worse enough that Keira knew – and yet there was no way I could keep myself from releasing the Don Juan that I had inside me. In my younger years, I was an incredible flirt, and it appeared that I still got the hang of it. Now that I look back, I can’t believe I could have been so bold, but then it was just an incredibly fun thing to do. Orlando’s reaction on my flirting was interesting, because where there was a certain shyness in the beginning, he became more and more self-confident as the night progressed. He flirted back with an assurance I didn’t expect, and it was just a hell of a night.

I’m getting more and more attached to him, and as much as I sometimes wish it’s just a crush, I know it goes much further than that. Sometimes I tell myself that I shouldn’t be complicating things by falling for him, but when the memory of his eyes fill my heart with a devotion that I can’t even begin to describe, I know that what I feel is deep and pure. Orlando deserves being loved sincerely and I can only hope that he wants to accept what I have got to offer him, that this isn’t going to be some fling during the shooting.

I’m too old to play games.

I. Must. Quit. Lusting. Over. Orlando.

Yes. You're not the only one.

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5.
Johnny

One of the first things I learned about Orlando is that physical contact is incredibly important to him. The moment he first laid eyes on me, he immediately threw himself against me to give me a big hug, and even though the amount of embraces has lessened as time went by, he can still clasp me in his arms out of the blue. And I’m not his only victim: I think there isn’t a member of the crew left who doesn’t know how it feels like to have Orlando’s arms around you. I must say that I savour those moments of unexpected sweetness from Orlando’s part. His hugs tell you that he likes you, that he loves being in your presence, and the easiness with which he lets you know about this is one of the many things I love about him.

Yesterday, when I was greeted by nothing but silence when I came home, I wasn’t feeling all too well. Maybe it was the fact that I missed my home and family, or maybe it was just a melancholy caused by listening to rather sad songs. Either way, I felt lonely, and I knew that there was only one thing that could lighten my spirits. Orlando. Feeling the need to hear his voice, I called him up for the umpteenth time, feeling a tad bit ridiculous for troubling him again. However, when he answered the phone and found out that it was me calling, he sounded so genuinely happy to hear me that those feelings disappeared immediately. And although it hadn’t been my intention for him to come over, I couldn’t say no when he asked if he could come.

It was almost as though he could sense that I felt slightly alone, because the first thing he did when I opened the door was taking me off my guard by wrapping his arms around me tightly, giving me the embrace I so desperately needed. Surprised yet content with this sudden squeeze, I buried my face in his dark hair, which smelled fresh, like he had just washed it. I wish we could stay like that forever, I wish time would stand still so I could capture this moment for always, but eventually, I let go of him.

“Hey,� he greeted with a soft smile, almost as though it was the first time he laid eyes on me.

“Hi.�

I returned the smile and suppressed the urge to brush away the dark locks of hair that were hanging in front of his eyes.

“I brought a movie,� he then said, his eyes fixed on mine with a kindness that made my surroundings dissolve into a blur. “It’s Amélie, hope you don’t mind?�

Of course I didn’t, and half an hour later we were finding ourselves on my couch, watching a movie that never fails to bring a smile to my lips. What made it even more enjoyable, was the fact that Orlando was sitting rather close to me. I could almost feel the warmth that radiated from him and I silently wished he would close the small distance that was still there, that he would cuddle up against me and settle in my arms. There was something different in the way we treated one another, something different yet pleasant. The teasing was gone, the flirting was gone, all that remained was gentleness in all its purity, affection shown through simple yet meaningful touches and looks. I loved the mutual understanding that existed between us that night, and even though we had always had this kind of connection, it was even stronger then.

When Orlando didn’t make any attempts to snuggle up next to me the way I hoped he would, I decided to take matters into my own hand. Even though it reminded me of myself at the age of 14, I casually draped my arm over the top of the couch and let it rest right next to Orlando’s shoulder. He looked up to me at the movement, and smiled lightly before nestling himself against me, causing butterflies to fly madly within my stomach. I loosely wrapped my arm around his shoulder to pull him closer to me, and Orlando folded his legs underneath him, his eyes never leaving the TV-screen. Just when I thought there was nothing that could perfect the moment, he took hold of my hand en laced his fingers through mine, his thumb making caressing movements that made it very hard for me to focus on the movie. My senses were filled with him and him alone, and having him in my arms was the most amazing feeling in the world. We sat in silence, wordlessly communicating through touches and caresses and the world could have fallen around me and I wouldn’t have cared. I don’t think I even would have noticed, really. My attention restricted itself to the young man whose head rested against my chest, whose long fingers were continuously playing with mine, whose scent filled my nostrils and enthralled me.

As much as I realized that I was in love, truly in love, I restrained myself from going any further than just cuddling, although I must add that – as weird as it might sound – the desire to kiss Orlando wasn’t really there. Holding him was satisfying enough right then, and I think he felt the same way, seeing that he, too, didn’t make any attempts to kiss me.

Even when the movie was finished, we kept on motionlessly sitting there, mutely watching the credits roll over the screen. I was playing with his hair, twirling locks around my fingers and combing through the curls, dimly wondering if I could ever let go of him, when Orlando’s voice broke the silence.

“Johnny?�

“Hm?�

“Have you ever felt so safe and content that you believed nothing in the world could ever ruin that happiness?� he asked in a soft voice, almost as though he was afraid that speaking loudly would break the safe cocoon we were finding ourselves in.

“Yes,� I simply replied, placing a soft kiss on his head, realizing that he described exactly what I was feeling.

“Hmm, okay,� he murmured tiredly, snuggling closer against me, “Just wanted to make sure that I wasn’t the only one.�

I laughed quietly against his hair, once again amazed by the simple candour that was so characteristic to him. After a few moments his mumbling voice interrupted the comfortable silence again.

“Can I keep you?� he said so cutely that I felt my toes curl at the mere sound of it. He wrapped his arms around me even tighter, and I couldn’t help but being touched at the sight of this young man clinging onto me, almost squeezing me in his embrace.

“You’re far too adorable for your own good,� I replied, at which he raised his head to look at me.

“I am?� he asked in all innocence, his brown eyes dilated and enthralling as ever.

“You damn well know you are,� I grinned, running my hand along his arm. “And as much as I would love sitting here for a few more hours, or days, or weeks, I really need to go to the bathroom.�

“What would you do if I wouldn’t let you?� the little tease said, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

I was in the process of making up a very clever answer, but Orlando interrupted me before I could dazzle him with my smugness. “I was just teasing,� he smiled, raising slowly and freeing me from his embrace.

“Don’t run, alright?� I said, quickly standing up and making my way over to the bathroom whilst pointing at Orlando threateningly.

He laughed a tinkling laugh before standing up from the couch as well. “Of course not. Now go, before I’ll change my mind,� he chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

When I had closed the bathroom-door behind me, I leaned against it with a sigh. A blissful sigh at that. I couldn’t believe my luck and I felt as though my heart was going to explode from happiness. The entire evening had been simply amazing, and I didn’t think I would be able to sleep peacefully that night, not when there wasn’t an Orlando that would cuddle up to me.

How could I ever let him leave?

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I want to keep Orlando.


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GAHHH!! How could these two sexgods be together?! It would break the hearts of the world's population of women if it's true lol... Half - Orlando; half - Johnny

But like I said, I think I might fancy a bisexual guy (might. probability. maybe.)

***squee***

I just caught up! I love how you interlace the POV's like that.

I love fluff :love:
I love orli :love:
I love johnny :love:

I love this fic!!! :love:

Is that enough for you to POST MORE? :yay:

@Peiyu: I think Orlando and Johnny are brilliant together... but I might not have the same opinion if it would have happened in real life, lol.

@Kierra: Ah yay, you've finally replied! :D Thank you!

And seeing that EWFN is down at the moment and that I've almost finished chap 10 I decided to post the next chap already..

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6.
Orlando

Ever since the first day here in Malta I feel like I’m living in a bizarre yet wonderful dream. This place is just completely amazing I absolutely love being here, surrounded by the loveliest people and the one I’m crazy about within reach. But despite the fact that I can hear the azure sea peacefully surging when I’m lying in bed and witness the most beautiful sunrises from my veranda, despite the beauty of this all, there sometimes is this strange void living within me. Sometimes I just have this inexplicable craving to hear the London rain splattering against my window. It’s strange, really, because Malta is undeniably fantastic, and more important, Johnny is here, so actually I shouldn’t be missing my hometown. And yet I do. Not always, but I do. Mostly when I’m alone and tired and when I let my mind wander off. And every time I think about London, I wish I could take Johnny there some time. I want to share that part of my life with him, I want to show him everything that is so dear to me.

Johnny. His name keeps on resounding in my head, the image of those dark and flaring eyes keeps on haunting my dreams and I… I keep on falling. There is just no way I can escape the truth: I’m in love with him, and I can’t do anything anymore without thinking of him. Sometimes I think that my yearning for London has very much to do with my yearning for him. Sometimes I believe that it isn’t the rain that I miss when I’m lying in bed, but the warmth of his body next to mine. Sometimes I think that I use London as an excuse to feel miserable and alone, simply because I don’t want to acknowledge that I can miss someone so badly. There’s nothing wrong with missing somebody, but it is when you see that somebody practically every day. At least that’s how I see it. Not that is helps, though, because no matter how hard I try to fight it, the absence of Johnny causes a sense of loneliness that I can’t deny.

There are times that I think there is some kind of special connection between us, that there is an invisible golden thread that unites us. When Johnny called me up yesterday I was just thinking about him, wishing he missed me as much as I missed him right then. As I picked up the phone I immediately knew that he needed me, just as I hoped he would. His voice lacked its usual spirit, and although I could tell he was trying to hide the fact that he felt rather gloomy, I could see right through it all. I managed to cheer him up, but still I needed to see him. I needed him to fill the void that he had created in the first place, because God, I missed him. I sort of invited myself to his place, but he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest, really.

And when he opened the door to let me in, I just couldn’t help myself. I probably almost squeezed him in my embrace, but I simply needed to be close to him, if only for a little while. He smelled faintly of cigarettes and coconut, and even though we had shared numerous hugs before, this one was different. It was one of those nearly desperate hugs filled with undeclared love and a silent aching, one of those hugs you wish would never end. It was strange that we both felt the same – because I know we did. It was odd, because there was no particular reason for the way we felt and acted, but then, love don’t need any reasons, does it?

I had brought my all-time favourite movie Amélie, which was wonderful as always. Johnny and I shared the couch, and I had to go against every instinct that told me to cuddle up to him. Oh, I wanted to, even though I pretended I didn’t, I just wanted Johnny to take the first move. And he did, eventually. It was quite cute really, the feigned nonchalance with which he wrapped an arm around me that almost-but-not-quite touched me. But it was enough, it was all I needed to finally snuggle up to him and bury myself in his warmth.

Some people just have the perfect body to cuddle up to, and I can safely say that Johnny is one of them. Hearing his heartbeat underneath my ear, breathing that intoxicating smell of cigarettes again, it was almost too perfect to be real. Finally we didn’t have to pretend anymore, finally we could start to translate feelings into actions, even though any real action failed to come. The near presence of him was so overwhelming that I think I would have fainted if we would have kissed that moment, so I didn’t quite mind about it anyway. Besides, hugging is seriously underrated. I bet a lot of people don’t realise how much comfort and satisfaction one can draw out from a hug. I felt complete in his arms, utterly and totally complete, and I hoped that that feeling was mutual.

“Johnny?� I asked after a while, relishing the way he was playing with my hair.

“Hm?�

The reply sounded absent, yet I knew that I had his full attention. Johnny always seems to give me his full attention, and I love the genuine interest he always shows, no matter what I have to say.

“Have you ever felt so safe and content that you believed nothing in the world could ever ruin that happiness?�

It wasn’t really meant as a question, I just wanted him to know how he made me feel right then, but Johnny replied anyway: a simply and honest “Yes� that warmed my heart.

“Hmm, okay,� I mumbled, almost certain I could drown in this bliss. “Just wanted to make sure that I wasn’t the only one.�

He laughed softly, and I felt so ridiculously happy and comfortable in his arms that I wanted this night to last forever. Holding on to him tightly to prevent him from leaving, I felt a certain need for him to take care of me. I wanted to feel small again, I wanted him to treat me like I was something he treasured greatly, I wanted him to affectionately ruffle my hair and wrap me with all the love he could ever give me.

“Can I keep you?� I asked in a childlike voice, at which he said that I was too adorable or something alike. Unfortunately I had to let him go for a while then, because he needed to go to the loo. Reluctantly I disentangled myself from his arms - those warms arms that seemed to have the ability of chasing all possible demons away - at which he nearly jumped up from the couch. I would nearly think he was glad to be rid of me for a while, but then he said something that I found so incredibly sweet that those thoughts vanished instantly.

“Don’t run, alright?�

His finger was pointed toward me, as if he truly believed I would flea from him to return to my cold and empty house again.

“Of course not,� I assured him with a laugh. “Now go, before I’ll change my mind.�

A twinkle invaded the dark of his eyes and he smiled brightly before disappearing from view. If I had been alone, I would have cried out my contentment, but unfortunately I had to keep it all inside for the time being. Johnny had showed me a softer and gentler side of him that night, a side that I hadn’t seen that much yet. But it was a side I definitely adored and cherished in him.

Thankfully we wouldn’t have an early call the next day, so we could prolong the night a little more. The thought of having to leave after such an amazing night weakened the undoubtedly foolish I’m-so-helplessly-in-love-smile that was playing across my lips, and it was then that I realised, truly realised, that I wanted to spend the night with him. It didn’t matter to me how we would spend it, as long I was with him, as long I didn’t have to leave. I just couldn’t go now, not after knowing how it was like to feel his heartbeat against my ear. Although Johnny had been an angel to me, I really didn’t know how he saw all this. I had the strong sensation this wasn’t just for fun, but we had never put our feelings into words, never really shared them. So how could I possibly ask him if I could stay, when I actually didn’t exactly know his intentions and expectations?

I knew I didn’t dare to ask, I would simply be too shy to do so, even though I wanted it more than anything in the world. I could only hope that Johnny would bring the subject up, because God, I think I would die if he’d let me leave.

wow, blown away yet again hun. Amazing. Cute ^-^ I want to be johnny...or orli for that matter lol :naughty:

Can I keep both of them?

Mon, Wed, Fri, - Orlando
Tues, Thurs, Sat - Elijah
Sun - Johnny

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*sighs*



I know, I'm probably the worst reviewer heh...

Not as bad as me....lol

Hahah well at least you reply! :D

7.
Johnny

I don’t want him to go, I don’t want him to go, I don’t want him to go.

The words kept on resounding in my head, over and over again, like some sort of mantra. I wanted to keep him with me, I wanted him to guide me through the night and complete me with his presence. And yet… it would be too much. Too much, too sudden, too soon, no matter how tempting the idea was. Or not?

With my arms leaning on the washing-stand, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, looking deeply into my own eyes as though I was searching my soul for a clue as to what I was supposed to do. My common sense was battling against my heart’s desire, and I groaned in frustration, wishing I could get a grip on myself. But no matter how much I groaned or sighed, I wasn’t able to end the struggle that was violently taking place inside me. God, I wanted him to stay so badly, but I was afraid that I would be too greedy, too eager.

It wasn’t that I planned on climbing between the sheets with him that night, as appealing as it might have been: I simply wanted to be with him, talk to him, hold him close to me. I wanted to keep the magical feeling I’d been having throughout the entire evening, believing there was nothing but the two of us. I wanted to know his deepest secrets, his darkest sins, his dreams, his fears, I wanted to know it all and be part of his world. But maybe I was wishing too many things too soon, maybe I shouldn’t be blindly diving in and be more restrained instead. Maybe Orlando didn’t even want to stay.

While my mind was spinning with contradicting feelings and conflicting thoughts, I turned on the water and splashed some of it on my face, enjoying the cool feel of it against my somewhat warm skin. Closing my eyes I forced myself to regain composure, to control myself and let it all lie for a moment. The thing I needed to do was just see where this night would lead to, just go with the flow instead of acting convulsively. Yes, that was a very good idea indeed.

With that thought in the back of my head I slipped out of the bathroom and went back to the living room, where Orlando was flipping through something that looked an awful lot like the script of Pirates. When he heard me, he looked up at me with those spell-binding big eyes, waving the bundle of paper that indeed was the script shortly in the air before placing it on his lap again.

“Prepared for the scene for tomorrow?� he asked before skimming the page lying open.

“Yeah, I haven’t got that much lines, really,� I replied, slumping on the couch beside him. “It’s all about you and Keira.�

“Yeah, I know…� Orlando replied a little absently, his eyes still fixed on the page in front of him. Curious as to exactly what it was he was reading, I bent over and rested my chin on his shoulder as I started to read along with him, trying to ignore the effect his closeness had on me.

“Nervous about the kiss?� I asked him with feigned nonchalance as I sat up again, scolding myself for feeling pangs of jealousy at the thought of Orlando kissing Keira the next day. Alright, it wasn’t going to be a kiss out of love whatsoever, but I couldn’t say that I was looking forward to witnessing it.

“A little,� Orlando admitted, glancing at me shortly with a somewhat uneasy expression on his face. “A lot, more like it.�

“Don’t be, it’s gonna be fine,� I assured him and myself at the same time.

“Yeah, easy for you to say,� he chuckled lightly, putting the script back on the table. “You’ve kissed God knows how many women on-screen.�

“Look, there’s nothing special about kissing scenes. You just have to see it as your work, a part of the job, you know? Just go with the flow, it’s really not that big a deal,� I smiled, finding out that talking about kissing with Orlando made it hard not to picture myself descending my lips over his.

“I know,� Orlando sighed, not sounding entirely convinced. “I don’t know why I make such a big deal out of it, but it’s just… I don’t know, it’s different.�

I nodded, not quite knowing what else I could say to ease his mind. I could perfectly understand why he the scene worried him: after all I remembered being anxious for my first on-screen kiss as well.

“Oh my, I can’t believe I’m talking with you about kissing Keira,� Orlando suddenly laughed, interrupting the wanderings of my mind.

“Yeah indeed, I was already worried you were going to ask me to practice that kiss with you,� I teased before I realized that wasn’t a particularly wise thing to say, seeing that Orlando raised his eyebrow and looked at me with a mixture of amusement and mockery written all over his face.

“And that would be bad because…?� he asked, his dark eyes twinkling with mirth, edging closer to me.

“Because…� I started, feeling the tiniest hint of panic, a part of me hoping he wouldn’t really try to kiss me while another one feverishly wished he would.

“Well?�

Dark and twinkling eyes darted dangerously often to my lips and back to my eyes again, making it very hard for me to form coherent thoughts, let alone sentences.

“Because… I really need to get us some drinks now,� I replied lamely, standing up before Orlando would devour me merely with his eyes.

I tried my best not to make it too obvious that I wanted to get away from him as fast as I possibly could and when I was in the kitchen I softly slammed my head against the door of the fridge out of frustration. Exactly what I was frustrated by I couldn’t tell, all I knew was that my knees were trembling like crazy and that my heart was beating far too fast.

Deciding banging my head against the door of my fridge wouldn’t help me to get rid of the flow of emotions that were coursing through my veins, I opened it instead and grabbed the first bottle of wine I saw. Trying to focus on the task at hand instead of replaying the way Orlando had looked at me before in my mind, I tried to open the bottle, but for a strange reason my hands didn’t seem to want to co-operate.

“Damn it,� I cursed under my breath, fumbling with the bottle as though I had never opened one in my life before.

“Here, let me,� I suddenly heard Orlando say, and before I could respond he came standing right behind me, his chest resting against my back. His hands gently took over the bottle and he opened it with ease with those long and slender fingers he has. I was trapped between his body and the kitchen-dresser, his warm arms encircling me, and I could feel my heartbeat speed up at being literally wrapped by his warmth.

With the cork in one hand and the bottle in the other he slowly raised his arms and then all of a sudden gave me a soft kiss on the cheek, causing my stomach to do a little flip-flop. “You know I didn’t really mean to kiss you back there, right?� he asked, his voice suave and husky, and before I could open my mouth to respond he stepped back and deprived me from the heat of his body.

“Do you bring the glasses?�

“Yeah, sure,� I replied, coughing as to smother the need to scream or cry out, anything, anything to voice the feeling of thousands of butterflies flying around in my stomach. The way he had just put the slightest emphasize the words ‘back there’ made it hard for me to believe that he didn’t have any attempts whatsoever to kiss me, and that thought was as pleasant as unnerving.

When he was gone I took my time to get the glasses, hoping I would be able to calm myself down before returning to the living room, before returning to him again. I couldn’t believe the power he had over me, the ability to make me feel ridiculously happy or frustrated, and I wondered if he was aware of what he was doing to me.

After regaining composure I went back, and surprisingly enough I was able to act as though the nearness of him in the kitchen hadn’t affected me whatsoever. Orlando seemed to adjust himself to me, because he was his usual calm and gentle self again, behaving like nothing ever happened.

We laughed a lot, and talked a lot, and every time I shortly glanced at the clock attached to my wall, I couldn’t help hoping that Orlando wouldn’t leave just yet. It was getting later and later and even though I didn’t want to call it a night, I didn’t dare asking him to stay, either. To be honest I secretly hoped he would forget the time and fall asleep on my couch, but I knew chances were slim that was going to happen.

At around 2AM, our conversation dried up a little, and it was only then that Orlando took a look at his watch, his eyes slightly widening as he saw the time.

“I should be going,� he said in a voice hinted with remorse, looking me in the eye a tad shyly as though he was waiting for me to say that ‘going’ was the last thing he should do. And as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t form the words. In fact I was simply unable to say anything at all, and when Orlando lowered his stare and slowly stood up from the couch, I didn’t do a thing to stop him.

He kept standing there, worrying his lower lip, and for the briefest moment it was almost like he was having the same struggle that was bothering me. But then the pensive expression of his face was gone, and I stood up as well, feeling a complete coward.

“So…� he said with a half-smile.

“Yeah… I had a lot of fun,� I said lamely, hating the awkwardness of the moment with all my might.

“Me too,� he said, and he looked at me with an expression in his eyes I couldn’t define before he turned around and went to the hallway.

I followed him hurriedly, turning on the lights, and I watched in silence when he put on his coat without saying a word. I was trying, I was trying so hard to gather courage, to get a grip and just ask him to stay, but I couldn’t.

And then I suddenly was holding the door open for him, and Orlando walked toward me with a look on his face that I didn’t like at all.

“Well… bye then,� he said, and just when he wanted to move passed me to go outside, I firmly grabbed his arm, my eyes locking with his surprised ones.

“Stay.�

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Off topic: I very much nearly bought 'From Hell' and 'Chocolat' cos Johnny looked so GUHHHH in them. Didn't in the end. *pats ownself*

Chapter 11 is in progress, I'm gonna do my best to finish it before I have to work!

Sorry for being the worst updater in the world!

*slaps self* bad fan Mattie, bad fan! Aww, I'm so sorry I haven't replied lately, I just.. Blah, I don't know. But those chapters were just what I needed. Orland is so adorable, and I just love Johnny, who don't? ;-) Again, I'm sorry, I'm like the worst fan ever, but I do love this story, veeery much! I'll try to reply more often!


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I LOVE those movies Peiyu (sp?) You should've buyed them! :blush:

La die da... about time for another update, innit?

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8.
Orlando

The night at Johnny’s after he returned from the bathroom was full of contradictions in the broadest sense of the word. There were moments I was perhaps a little too bold for Johnny to appreciate – for example that incident on his couch when I pretended I was going to kiss him, which, I have to admit, was indeed rather tempting – and there were times that I felt rather bashful, mostly when Johnny glanced at me in a most loving way that was as wonderful as uncomfortable.

And of course there was the issue of staying or not. I had decided that I’d leave it all to Johnny, but when he didn’t make any attempts whatsoever to ask me not to leave, I was fairly disappointed. As nagging the feeling of distress that came over me was, I restrained myself from making the first move: after all I had made it clear enough that I was crazy about him.

My last hope at a move from his part died quickly when I announced I was going to leave and any attempts to stop me failed to come. The word that would best describe my state of mind at that moment would undoubtedly be ‘disillusioned’. Despite everything that had happened before – the looks, the hugs, the gentle stroking of hair – I was nearly convinced that Johnny had changed his mind about me somewhere along the lines. Why else would he let this perfect opportunity slip?

So when he suddenly grasped my arm just when I was about to leave and spoke that word, the one word I had been hoping to hear all night, I couldn’t believe my ears.

“Stay.�

It wasn’t a question, it was more like a demand, and this most unexpected turn of events caught me speechless for a few moments. I was simply too stunned to speak, and the true meaning behind his request slowly began to sink in.

“Please, I don’t… I don’t want you to go,� Johnny added with a desperate and pleading look in his eyes, apparently interpreting my silence as reluctance. Trying to regain the ability of forming coherent sentences, I kept on staring blankly at him, at which he lowered his stare in something that looked like embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-�

“No, don’t be sorry Johnny,� I interrupted his hasty apologies, reassuringly placing my hand on the arm of the breathtaking man in front of me. “I… I’d love to stay.�

“You do?�

He looked at me with a mixture of disbelief and relief clearly distinguishable on his face, the expression in his eyes as incredulous as the sound of his voice had been.

“More than anything,� I smiled as I shut the front door, seeing as I wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon now.

“You do?� Johnny asked again, his incredulity touching me deeply.

“Yes, I do,� I laughed, taking off my jacket again. “Unless you don’t want me to, of course...�

“No!� he called hastily before his cheeks turned a shade of red. “I mean… no, I really want you to stay.�

His uneasiness floored me completely, and I couldn’t fight back the urge to pull the endearing creature in front of me in an embrace. I took a step forward and circled my arms around his waist, dimly wondering if too much love could kill. As I buried my face in his neck, he sighed almost inaudibly and I could feel his body relax in my arms.

I have no idea how long we stood like that. It felt like forever and a day, but all sense of time had slipped away from me the second Johnny had wrapped his arms around my neck. My heart was enveloped in a soft mantle of devotion and the whirling river of emotions flowing through me pleasantly hazed my mind. I simply couldn’t believe how right this all felt, how right Johnny felt against me.

“You know what I think?� Johnny suddenly whispered against my hair, his voice soft yet distinct. “I think everybody should have an Orlando.�

My heart swell at his words and I chuckled lightly, tightening my arms around him. “Apart from my mother you’re the only one who still calls me Orlando, you know,� I told him after a while, laughing quietly, yet not letting go.

“Well… I just like your name,� he replied with a soft chuckle.

“I hope you like more about me than just my name…� I said a little teasingly, silently hoping Johnny would react in the way I wanted him to.

The man that meant the world to me slowly loosened our embrace to look me in the eye, his face dangerously close to mine. I was overcome with a strong sense of affection by his nearness and the way he looked at me, and when he spoke, he gently caressed my hair, sending goose-bumps all over my skin.

“I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you,� he assured me, the tender look in his eye confirming his words. “There are a lot of things I like about you…�

The sounds of his voice implied that he wasn’t finished yet, and I stayed silent, waiting for him to continue. Our eyes were locked and his dark orbs were filled with a disarming gentleness combined with an indescribable amount of love, care and trust. I loved the way he looked at me, the way I saw my own feelings reflected in the mirrors of his soul, the manner in which we wordlessly let our hearts speak with one another.

“I like your dimples when you smile,� Johnny spoke quietly, running his hand lightly across my cheek, which made me smile softly as I tried to keep my heart from bursting with love.

“I like the way you say my name,� he continued, bringing up his hand to stroke my hair again, his eyes narrowed as they wandered over my face.

“I like it when you allow me to get near you, not just in the physical sense but also figuratively: I love it when you show me who you truly are.�

His sweet whispered words did something to me that I couldn’t explain and the sincerity in his voice was completely overwhelming. No one had ever said such beautiful things to me before, never in my life had I been so affected by words alone. But this was more than words, this was so much more that it scared me in a way. It scared me because I didn’t know if I could handle so much love, because I never knew feelings could go so deep that I was convinced they would always and forever remain.

“I like having your arms around me, I like your ability to make even the most low-spirited person smile, I like the look on your face when you’re reading or when you’re looking into my eyes.�

There was no way I could speak, for I knew that anything I’d say wouldn’t be enough. Things were going on inside me that were completely overpowering, making my mind numb and my heart sing at the same time, and I wish I were as good with words as Johnny was, because everything he told me, all those things he said he liked about me, I loved about him as well. But as much as I wanted to tell him, needed to tell him, I stayed silent and motionless, letting my eyes speak for me instead.

“I like it what you do to me without even realising it,� he continued, gazing into my eyes with a loving gleam. “I like the butterflies you give me every time you’re near, the way my stomach makes those strange flip-flops every time I think of you, how the prospect of seeing you again can brighten up my mood.�

“Johnny, I-�

He brought a finger to my lips, silencing me with the softest touch, and I was almost convinced that this wasn’t real, that is was all a blissful dream.

“Shh, don’t speak,� Johnny hushed, smiling at me and letting his fingers gently travel along my face. But I couldn’t stay quiet and awaiting anymore: I wanted to give him something, I needed to transfer the love inside me to the person whom it was for, because this was almost too much for me to take.

And that’s when I brought up my hand to the side of his face, caressing his soft skin with my fingers.

“If I’m not allowed to speak, then I’ll show instead,� I whispered, and brought him closer to me.

*nods enthusiastically again*


Anyway, if Johnny was me........ :love:
*off-topic*

o goody its up again!! and i found it!!!!!!! :):):):)

*three cheers*

i love this story, i always have!!!

So keep it coming baby... ur biggest fan has returned. ^_^

much love n kisses,
Heidi

I dunno why but I always get tears into my eyes at that scene...
romantic moron I am ;)

wonderful wooonderful story :)

huggles
Laila

Hey Heidi! Nice to see you here as well!

Sorry for the lack of updates (not that there are any new readers here anyway..) but my computer was broke :(

Oh well, here chapter 9!

9.
Johnny

I seriously thought Orlando wanted to leave, I honestly believed that asking him to stay had been a stupid thing to do. The only reaction from his part, after all, was silence, combined with a dull look in his eyes that made me feel so stupid and small that I already started to mutter apologies.

When he assured me that he really wanted to stay, I hardly believed him, hardly dared to believe him, for that matter, because I wasn’t as naïve to think that nothing would come out of this. I was all too aware of the fact that it wasn’t quite usual to invite co-stars to spend the night with you, but then, Orlando was significantly more than just a colleague. He was my friend, my not-so-secret love, the axis around which revolved my life and the best hugger in history. Those arms of his are simply magical, and when he wrapped them around me they provided me of so much love, so much comfort and trust that I felt I was going under in bliss. All the things I had been trying to find all my life I found right in his embrace, and I wished he could look into my heart then so he would know how much he meant to me, how much I cared.

There was this urgency that I couldn’t suppress, this need to put my feelings into words, to be honest to him and get it all out in the open. So when I looked up into his eyes, his tender, dark eyes, I spilled it all. It felt wonderful to finally let him know what he meant to me, to finally be able to tell him every single thing I cherished in him, and even though he didn’t say anything, I knew exactly how he felt. I saw it all in his round eyes that were open wide and glimmering with a certain helplessness. There was something about him that made him appear innocent and vulnerable at the same time, and seeing him like that touched me deeply.

I think I could have gone on speaking for hours, but then Orlando interrupted me in a voice almost as quiet as my own.

“Johnny, I-�

Looking him in the eye, I placed my finger on his lips to quieten him.

“Shh, don’t speak,� I whispered, caressing his soft skin with my fingers. I could tell, though, that he wasn’t really eager to do so, and he reached out his hand and placed it on my cheek, making caressing ministrations with his thumb, his eyes never leaving mine.

“If I’m not allowed to speak, then I’ll show instead,� he softly said, and his left hand slid to my lower back to press me closer to him while the other one stroked my hair lovingly.

His eyes radiated so much love that I found myself breathless under his gaze, and I had to do everything within my might not to close the small distance between us to press my lips against his. Our eyes stayed locked for a few moments before he smiled faintly, his gaze wandering over my face and hair as though he wanted to take in all of me to remember it for eternity.

“Close your eyes.�

His whisper was hardly audible over the thundering of my heart, and I did as he pleased, even though I wished he would let me look at him, look at the pure beauty I found in his eyes. I could feel him everywhere, his love was all around me, embracing and engulfing me and setting me on fire.

He cupped my face in his hands and I held my breath in anticipation, his warmth glowing on my skin. Because of the fact I didn’t see anything, all my other senses were heightened, and I tried to feel, smell and hear everything there was, just to be able to experience this to the fullest, to let myself be overwhelmed by all the sensations Orlando triggered inside me.

Warm breath tickled my skin and I could feel him bend over to me. He softly kissed each eyelid, and I could tell he was used to taking the lead, for he knew exactly what he was doing. His hand was doing wonderful things in my neck, caressing the sensitive skin with skilled fingers, and even though I knew that this was just the beginning, I already felt it couldn’t get much better.

But it did. His mouth slowly moved to my temple, placing tender butterfly kisses that were almost too soft to feel, and I stroked his back in languid movements, wanting to give something in return. His lips glided along the line of my jaw, and my heart quickened its pace, my blood pulsing through my veins so fast that it almost made me dizzy. The hand that had been caressing my cheek had now tangled itself in my hair and ever so gently pulled my head back the tiniest bit, exposing my neck to that wonderful mouth. He tenderly kissed the sensitive spot under my ear, and I couldn’t stifle a soft murmur at the feel. Everything he did was filled with an amount of tenderness that I had never experienced, and I loved the slowness of it all, the way he took his time.

I hardly dared to breathe, hardly dared to believe that this was really Orlando kissing my neck in a way that made my stomach turn upside down numerous times. I think the low noises in the back of my throat encouraged him to go on, because he started nibbling and licking and carefully sucking, every movement he made drawing out another series of unintelligible sounds on my part.

And then suddenly he was gone, although his hands were still holding and stroking me, and I opened my eyes and looked at him. He smiled sweetly and his eyes seemed to be even darker than usual, shimmering and glowing like little lights. I tried to return the smile, but I found out I couldn’t: I was too spell-bound to say or do anything.

“You are beautiful,� Orlando smiled, his long fingers playing with my hair, and his smile lingered in his eyes a few seconds before he reached forward and closed them.

Automatically my eyes fluttered shut as well and I brought my hand up to the back of his neck, burying it in the mass of curls I found there. It seemed like an eternity before he finally kissed me, and when I felt his lips brushing against mine, my heart sank down to my toes. Feeling totally numb, I let him guide me, let him gently take my lower lip between those impossibly soft lips of his and nibble it. Strange yet wonderful things happened inside me at the feel, at the realisation that the things that I had dreamed of for so long were actually truly happening, and I let out a small sigh of pure bliss, feeling Orlando smile against my lips.

I didn’t think I had ever been kissed with such affection and tenderness, and I savoured every movements of his lips, storing them to the back of my head so I could relive them over and over again later. Cautiously, his tongue ran across my hypersensitive lips, and I parted them automatically, giving him the access he was seeking. When our tongues met, all coherent thought left me completely, and I clung onto him tightly. Our kiss was tentative, careful and timid at first, but gradually, when we were starting to get used to the feel, it became more and more passionate. Desire was unleashed, and our tongues danced the sensual dance of love, hands roaming and stroking and twisting themselves in hair.

There was something magical about it all, something beautiful and pure, and Orlando was simply perfect. He was a extraordinary kisser, he seemed to know exactly what I needed and when I needed it. I don’t know how long we stood like that, finally giving in to each other, at long last showing one another what we truly felt, but it felt like hours and hours. We didn’t seem to want to let go, not when we had just found each other, and every time we shortly broke apart to get some air, our lips clashed together almost immediately again.

I never knew drowning could be so wonderful.

I did mention I want to be Johnny in this case right?

Hmm, lots of times :P

I have been reading this on fiction central........
*siiiighs*

This is so sweet....
*sighs again*

The love that is displayed here it absolutly stunning!
:love:

Oh, perfect timing, I was just being slightly grumpy because hardly anyone seems to read this!

Thanks Dana! Will post the next chap soon, am currently writing chapter 11 so with a bit of luck it will be finished by tomorrow or something ;)

Ahhh sorry sorry sorry!!!

I am here as well... and gosh this is sheer beauty really *sigh*
most wondeful slash :)

sigh

huggggles
Laila

Ahw, thanks :)

I wasn't begging for replies, I was just... begging for replies ;) *coughs*

Anywho, here chapter 10 already, so I can post 11 tomorrow. Assuming it's finished by then..



10.
Orlando

It was beautiful.

It was beautiful and intense and everything I’d hoped it would be. The first time our lips met, I felt as though I had been struck by lightening and it was so amazing that I didn’t want to let go. Kissing Johnny after all those weeks of craving, of dreaming and imagining how it would be like, was simply enthralling. I loved the way he responded to me, the low noises he made, the way he ran his hands through my hair and along my back. It was perfect, simply perfect.

We couldn’t stop touching each other, couldn’t restrain the passion that reigned over us, and it wasn’t until Johnny’s phone started ringing that we broke apart, both startled by the demanding sound that interrupted us. We looked at each other, eyes dilated, breathing ragged, and Johnny shrugged apologetically, his nearly black eyes smouldering with a fire that wasn’t fully extinguished yet.

“I’m sorry, I err…� he started, his forehead resting against mine and a hint of remorse colouring his voice.

“It’s okay,� I assured him, gently grabbing the hand that was still tangled in my hair and placing a soft kiss on it. “I won’t run.�

He placed his lips on mine and they lingered there for a few moments before he let go of me, hurrying to the living room where the ringing of the phone still sounded. I watched his retreating back, a smile playing across my lips, and I rubbed my eyes with my hands, still having trouble with acknowledging that this was all real.

“Hello?� I heard Johnny’s voice answering the phone, an edge of impatience to his voice.

I tiptoed to the living room and quietly sat down on the couch next to Johnny, who was saying ‘yeah’ and ‘sure’ every now and then, sending me a smile as soon as he laid eyes on me. Vaguely wondering why anyone would be calling him in the middle of the night, I nestled myself against him and nuzzled his neck, placing a trail of kisses on the soft skin. Apparently I was hitting all the right spots, because the next ‘yeah’ Johnny uttered came out in a half-moan, causing me to laugh quietly under my breath. His eyes shoot me a warning and he tried to push me away, but seeing that I rather liked teasing him while he was calling, I determinedly kept on nibbling his ear-lobe, ignoring any signs of protest.

“Orlando?� he suddenly asked into the phone, causing me to temporarily stop my actions and look at him in wonder.

“Not at home? Have you tried his cell-phone?� he asked in feigned surprise, obviously stifling a laugh. I sat up straight and looked at him with a smile, curiosity taking the best of me. “Hm, that’s odd,� he said into the receiver, his eyes crinkling in amusement. Laughing softly, I stroked his hair, wondering who the hell he was talking to who was apparently trying to reach me.

“Wait a minute, I just realised I might know where he might be,� Johnny suddenly blurted, his eyes fixed on mine as he listened intently to the person on the other side. “No no no, I’ll take care of it… yeah... hm-hm… sure, no problem… no, that’s okay, I was still awake anyway.�

He laughed at something the person on the other side said, and with a last goodbye he hung up, his arms immediately circling around me and pulling me closer to him, kissing the top of my head lovingly.

“Who was that?� I asked, tracing the visible veins on his lower arm with my index finger, at which little goose-bumps appeared.

“Gore,� he replied with a lopsided grin. “He asked me if I knew where you were, cause he couldn’t reach you. There are some troubles with something, so he’s cancelling the shooting tomorrow.�

“Some troubles with something?� I repeated teasingly, kissing him shortly, “Haven’t you learnt to pay attention to what people say to you?�

He looked at me with raised eyebrows, feigning irritation. “Haven’t you learnt to keep yourself from kissing the neck of someone who’s having a very important conversation on the phone?� he shot back, his eyes sparkling.

“Nope,� I replied smugly before straddling his hips and silencing him with yet another kiss.

“You know what I’ve just realised?� Johnny mumbled against my lips after breaking the contact, his breathing slightly shallow.

“Hm?� I enquired, placing kisses on his jaw.

“That we can spend an entire day in bed if we want to,� he finished, the sound of his voice a tad tentatively, as though he wasn’t sure if that was what I wanted. But it was, and the prospect of not having any obligations the next day, of being able to prolong the night as long as we wanted, added a considerable amount of butterflies to the ones that had already settled in the pit of my stomach.

“Sounds wonderful,� I whispered, trying to keep myself from sounding too eager. The mere thought of waking up with Johnny’s arms around me nearly made me shiver in anticipation and I wondered how it would be like to watch him sleeping. He brought up his hand to run his finger across my lip, his eyes following his hand. I tried my hardest not to flicker out my tongue to swirl it around his finger, and I watched him motionless instead.

“I think you already know this, but err…� he suddenly started, his eyes darting up to lock with mine. “I really really like you.�

There was a hint of shyness in his voice that made me smile, and the simplicity of it, the way he didn’t try to wrap the message in beautiful words, made my heart swell with love. He didn’t need to use poetry to describe what he was feeling, because everything felt like poetry already, and instead of telling him that I really really liked him as well, I simply kissed him again, making sure it was tender enough for him to get the message.

I think I succeeded pretty well, because we drowned in each other completely, our surroundings melting into a haze. I thought I could get addicted to this: feeling his body close to my own and kissing him slowly with a sensuality that felt far too promising. Not for the first time I wondered if his love-making would be as gentle and leisurely as this, but at the same time I didn’t quite know if I wanted to find out already.

“Can I ask you something?� I asked after a while, my forehead resting against his again.

“Of course,� he replied, his hand squeezing my neck gently.

“What’s next? I mean… are we, you know, together now or something?�

It sounded silly even to my own ears, but I just needed to know where I stood, whether he saw a future for us or not. He kissed my temple before cupping my face in his hands, gazing into my eyes with a serious expression on his face.

“Do you want for us to be together?�

Without thinking, I nodded. I wanted to be with him, even though it would have consequences that I didn’t know I was ready to face yet. I felt that I needed to give it a chance, give us a chance, just because it somehow seemed to me that this could grow into something big.

“Alright. Then we are together,� he smiled with gleaming eyes. “I don’t care what people will say and I don’t care about the consequences either. I just want to be able to say that you are mine.�

My lips curled into a smile at his words, glad by knowing that he was willing to give this a shot as well.

“Say it again,� I demanded in a soft voice, aiming at his last words.

After a short silence in which he looked at me with a puzzled expression on his face, realisation dawned on him, and he smiled at me sweetly before saying those wonderful words again.

“You are mine.�

:cry: :cry:

awww... this is wonderful!!!!
*siiiiiigh*


but hey just by the way...
Gore Verbinski - that is not the guys real name, is it?!
I mean... parents can't be THAT cruel!

Lol: Disclaimer: Lot's of Sex Gore and Violence *LMAO!!!*


ok back to topic...

*siiiiiiigh*

I wanna be his too... hem... um.. o he's bloody gay :(

but hey... sooo wonderful!!!

hug
Laila

*beams*

How good that I came just on time

:yes: :yes: :yes:

Especially since it is so sweet
*siiiiiiighs*

:love:

Beautiful, very beautiful!

o lord... that chapter always makes me giddy. *swoons*:faint:

i love the last line.. "you are mine." WOW! :wub:

agh but now its time for more... since i haven't read any farther than this... due to bloody EWFN thinking im too young to deal with this. (i think... wait maybe not. AH hell im confused) W/E the fact remains that i haven't read farther than this AND CAN'T FRIGGIN WAIT! :)

loads of love, and merry christmas :santashue: :santa1: :santa2:
lurve,
Heidi :kiss2:

:loveJohnny:

hehehe this is cute => :cloud#9:

:santa4:

(im bored... sry :blush:)

Finally some new stuff!



11.
Johnny


It would be an understatement to say that Gore’s timing sucked pretty bad, but in the end I was quite content with his call, seeing that it meant that Orlando and I had the opportunity to spend the entire day together. When Gore told me he couldn’t get hold of Orlando, I had to bite my cheek to stop myself from bursting into laughter. I wonder what he would have said if I would have told him that the one he was looking for was practically sitting on my lap, devouring my neck as though he was claiming the skin as his own. As kind and understanding our director is, I’m sure he would have fallen off his chair out of shock and perplexity if he’d found out that two of his leading men were… Yes, exactly what were we at that point?

Orlando seemed to be wondering the same thing, for he soon enough wanted to know how I saw all this. Maybe his question meant that he didn’t know me that well after all, seeing that if he did, he would have known that I hardly ever start something without fully giving myself. Or it might just have been his insecurity rising its head again, seeking for a reassurance that I was all too willing to give. Either way, after making sure that his wishes and desires were compatible with my own, I let him know that I wanted to be with him, regardless of the sacrifices we might have had to make. I knew that I was willing to give up anything just to be with him. Some people would probably think it would be completely foolish to say anything like that, but I prefer calling it love.

And it was love that made me say the words he wanted to hear from me again, words I had spoken almost unconsciously before the true meaning of them actually sank in.

“You are mine.�

He was mine. Orlando was mine, and judging from the way he beamed at me I could tell that he was as pleased with that as I was. Dark eyes were glimmering with something that could almost be described as curiosity, a youthful innocence shining through them as he gazed down at me.

Like I had done so many times that evening already, I bent forward and placed my lips atop of his, drawing him into a kiss that instantly benumbed my mind by its tingling indolence. We shifted our positions to lie down on the couch without breaking the contact, and the way our bodies fluidly moved and winded around the other as though we had done this countless times in the past, nearly made it seem like we were performing a ritual dance.

Softly I pressed him down onto the fluffy material draped across my couch, covering his body with my own, seeking as much contact as I could possibly have without getting too physical. A guttural moan sounded from the young man’s throat beneath me and his hands moved across my back up to my neck to weave themselves in my hair. Slowly, in motion with the movements of our lips and tongues, his hands continued their journey, sliding down ever so carefully until they reached the hem of my shirt, stopping there for the briefest second before exploring the territory underneath.

Tentative fingers, warm and searching, travelled along my skin, making me jump slightly when they touched a particular sensitive spot on my lower back. Orlando smiled in the kiss and his hands gradually became eager, matching the pace of our still joined mouths. To feel those hands on me, roaming and teasing and caressing, turned me on significantly, a feeling that worsened when I felt his nails slightly scratching my skin. Unable to hold back a low growl, I vainly attempted to touch him as well, the small couch prohibiting me to do what I wanted.

“What do you say we continue this in a more comfortable place?� I breathed against his lips, my gaze darting from his eyes to the curly locks dangling across his forehead and back again.

“Why? Isn’t this good enough for you?� the Brit teased, removing one hand from underneath my shirt to tuck my hair behind my ear.

“What can I say, I’d rather like seeing you in my bed,� I grinned, bending down to kiss along the line of his jaw before softly gnawing his ear-lobe as to emphasise my words.

“Is that a promise?� he asked, the playful sound of his voice making place for a slight tremor.

“Depends,� my reply came, flickering out my tongue to toy with his ear a bit more.

He giggled uncontrollably at the feel, his entire body squirming beneath me. “That tickles!� he tittered in a funny voice, chuckling some more as to prove his point.

Letting out something that was a mixture between a snort and a chuckle, I stopped my actions and looked at him in mock annoyance. “You’re completely ruining the moment,� I told him, making sure my amusement didn’t show.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, how can I ever make it up to you?� Orlando asked, fluttering his lashes at me as though he was some sort of damsel trying to talk me into going home with her.

“Well, for starters you can do that fantastic thing you just did with your tongue,� I started, my words being the cause of the mischievous expression starting to form on his face. His eyes lit up with laughter and naughtiness, and he brought up both his hands to keep my hair from falling around my face like a curtain.

“You mean…?

“Yup, that one,� I replied, not quite knowing whether to laugh or wait in anticipation.

“You know, suddenly that whole idea of carrying this on in, let’s say, your bedroom sounds very appealing,� he spoke slowly and thoughtfully, his eyes holding a faint gleam of desire when they bored into mine.

“I know,� I whispered, brushing my nose lightly against his, the dim smell of his cologne filling my nostrils.

“Then why are we still here?�

His soft murmuring made me grin and after placing one last kiss on his lips I slowly raised myself to stand up from the couch, taking his hand in mine to help him stand up as well.

“I was just wondering the same.�

Normally it takes me about 30 seconds to reach my bedroom, but then, normally there isn’t an Orlando practically glued to me, his strong grip around me preventing me from going anywhere. As a result of this, we reached the stairs about fifteen minutes later, kissing each other hungrily and not bothering to hide back the lows groans that escaped us.

Descending the stairs when there is someone wrapping himself around you, covering your neck with ravenous kisses and biting your ear-lobe in a way that makes you turn into a heap of raging hormones, isn’t particularly easy, trust me. We stumbled upwards, every now and then giggling like teenagers when we nearly tripped over our own feet. I felt so light-headed that people might have thought I was drunk, but it was merely Orlando who managed to make me this giddy and wobbly, making it increasingly hard for me to stop my knees from buckling.

By the time we reached the door that led to my bedroom, my lips were already bruised from the many ferocious kisses we had shared on our way up, but the sheer desire I met in his eyes when our gazes locked made me completely forget about anything but the wonder of what it would be like to spend the night with him.

:eek:

:love:




*speechless*

Love....ly.......... GUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

*in 'I want Orlando' mood*