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Chapter nine, part II
Any questions? How about a dozen? Only one made it to the forefront of her mind though.
“Are there any risks involved in this surgery? I mean, worst case scenario here.”
Doctor Sheppard sat down again, understanding her fear.
“Worst case? The bullet might cause a blockage in your bloodstream, which can cause thrombosis, but that’s not very likely.”
“What else could happen?”
“It could be we get the bullet out, but find the damage to your spine so severe that it won’t change your current status. Or, what we expect to happen: we get the bullet out, your spinal damage will recover and you’ll be up and running in a few months time. But whichever way you look at it; that piece of metal has to come out. Period.”
“Okay then. Sam…could you bring me some of my stuff? And call Greg to let him know.”
“Will do. And I’ll call Orlando.”
“No!”
Sam looked at her oddly. “What do you mean by that? Why wouldn’t you want him to know?”
“Because he’s busy enough as it is and I don’t want to concern him or surprise him before I know for sure what’s gonna happen. Promise me you won’t call him, please?”
“Very well, but I don’t like it. I never kept this big a secret from him since we were kids and I found out days before he did that Harry wasn’t our dad.”
“Thank you, Sam. I know I’m asking a lot and I know how close you and Orli are, so I realize what I must be asking from you.”
“Let’s just hope mum won’t tell him either.”
“Oh please ask her not to.”
Sam nodded and left to go home and pack a bag for Darcy, who was admitted and taken to a room of her own.
Next morning, without preamble, they started the surgery. She barely had enough time to sign all necessary paperwork before they put her to sleep.
She woke up hours later to a beeping sound and soft speaking voices. Two of them were distinctly female and one of them was obviously coming from a man. There was no doubt who the women were and the man was familiar too; she just couldn’t quite place him. She swallowed, opened her eyes, but shut them again when they encountered the ceiling light. Half a second later, it was a big calloused hand that covered her own and again the male voice whispered softly.
“Darcy? How are you feeling?”
Orli? No…impossible. He was halfway across the world and besides, Sam promised not to call him. And even then he couldn’t be here so soon.
Greg? Possible, but he was just her agent. They got along well, but weren’t friends outside of him representing her. He wouldn’t show up at the hospital even before she woke up.
Dennis maybe? No, not possible either, he was recovering at home and while they sometimes talked over the phone, he wasn’t a very regular part of her life anymore.
Well, miss Meehan, it might help if you were to open your eyes…
There stood the last person she had expected to see. Spencer Meehan bent over his daughter’s bed, awkwardly holding her hand.
“Sonia called me. I had to come see you. Despite of our differences, you are my child and I love you. I hope you don’t mind.”
Too tired to even think about it, let alone start another fight, she nodded. “It’s fine dad. Sorry it had to take another surgery to get us together again.”
“I know, but don’t worry about that. Get yourself better now, you hear?”
Awkwardly, he reached in his coat pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, folding it open so she could see it. It was a child’s drawing. Four people were drawn in front of a house, one sitting in a chair. Two of them big, one small and the sitting one somewhere in the middle.
Their family. Including her. She swallowed.
“Jason wanted me to give this to you. He loves your Wendy books you know. He’s telling everyone at school that his big sister makes them. He even got into a fight when some kid didn’t believe him.”
He smiled at the recollection of his 7 year old coming in with a black eye and a ripped blouse, defiant and not even crying. Claudia almost had a fit when she saw her son like that. But Spencer didn’t have the heart to punish the boy. Not when he felt pride swell in his chest. His son was getting over the fear of his big sister, even going as far as defending her name in a class full of bigger boys.
Darcy, part groggy because of the anesthetic, part just emotional, felt some tears slip from her eyes. Her kid brother, who avoided her like the plague, had made her a drawing. It was a breakthrough she wasn’t even looking for anymore.
“It’s…it’s beautiful, dad. Give him a big hug from me. And…and Claudia too.”
“Will do. Claudia mentioned you should come see us again, you know, once you’re back on your feet.”
“Hard to imagine I might be able to take that literally…dad, did the doctors say anything to you? About the surgery I mean?”
“The bullet has been taken out and the damage to your spinal chord is minimal. You’re gonna need some extensive physical therapy to bring your muscle tissue back to its strength but with hard work you might be able to walk by yourself by Christmas. Maybe you’ll have to use crutches are a cane for a while.”
“I can live with that. Anything besides that chair is a great improvement.”
Spencer squeezed her hand again. “Just don’t get too overexcited. If you start out too eagerly, you’re bound to have a major setback.”
“I know dad. I’ll be careful.”
The last remnants of her anesthetic were wearing off and Darcy felt her eyes begin to droop. She extended her hand to Sam and Sonia, who’d blended into the background to give her and her dad some semblance of privacy.
“Thanks for coming. I love you guys.”
“We love you too, Darcy…we’ll leave you to get some sleep now.”
“Okay…Sam?”
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Chapter nine, part III
“Yes?”
“Please don’t tell Orli yet. I want to surprise him when he comes home.”
“You sure?”
“Absolutely.”
“Very well then. Now sleep.”
“Yes doctor.”
As her father and Orlando’s mum and sister left, Darcy couldn’t resist the pull off her sleep any longer. But just before she slipped into unconsciousness, she tried to wriggle her toes and imagined she actually saw and felt it happen. She just hoped that this wouldn’t turn out to be a dream when she woke up again.
Just outside the door of the ICU where she was being held for the time being, Spencer shook hands with both Sam and Sonia, thanking the older one for her phone call. Sonia just shrugged.
“I figured that as her father, you had the right to know.”
“True as that might be, I have done a great deal wrong by my oldest child and only now do I really understand. What kind of man does that make me?”
“We all make mistakes, Mr. Meehan. God knows I have made mine in the past.”
“Your children are fine adults now. And please, call me Spencer.”
“Don’t worry too much about Darcy, Spencer. She’ll be fine. She’s a strong woman, both physically and mentally and she’ll forgive you. You’ll work it out, mind my word.”
“I hope so, I really do.”
Spencer Meehan left the hospital feeling slightly better about the situation, glad to know his child had found herself surrounded by people who truly cared for her. And by the sound of things, maybe a nice boyfriend too.
During the next few weeks, Darcy soon found out her surgery had not been a dream, though she wasn’t sure it wasn’t a nightmare either. Using muscles that hadn’t been used in over two years was harder than she had anticipated and for the first time she really, to full extend understood how vicious the cramps were that were wracking her body after every session, every new step she took.
Right now, she missed Orlando more than she ever thought she could. She missed his encouragement, his soothing voice, his silent unrelenting support. She missed him when she was hurting and nobody was there to gently rub lotion onto her aching back, like she had done for him. The more his mom and sister visited, the more she was tempted to tell them to give him a call. But the image of his stunned face when he would see her standing on her own two feet kept her from actually asking anything out loud.
After a month, she was allowed to go home, providing she would go to her physical therapist every other day and to her surgeon every week. Growing stronger day by day, not counting any off-days she still had, she indeed found herself hobbling inside the main house on a pair of crutches on Christmas Eve 2000.
The house was packed with voices and for a moment, a frown appeared on her face. Sonia hadn’t told her anything about a party. She knew Orli’s grandmother would probably be there, and his cousin with his wife and possibly his biological father Colin, but other than that…
“Daddy, look!”
A child? What child? Next thing she knew, a strawberry blond figure was twirling around her, face beaming.
Jason.
Her dad, step mom and half brother were there. Her distinctly unafraid brother. Her very sugarcane-hyped over excited brother, asking a million questions a minute.
“You can walk, for real. Can you draw me a Wendy-picture? I like Andy too, I want an Andy picture, can you draw me an Andy picture too? Did you get my drawing? Daddy said he gave it to you, did you like it? I got a black eye, did you know that? Dwayne said you didn’t make the Wendy books and I said you did and than he punched me, but I punched him back and he was bleeding. It was gross.”
Claudia stopped her son mid-rant, offering Darcy a look of apology.
“Sorry dear, but once he gets started…”
“Reminds me of Orli when he was just my annoying kid brother. Never still or quiet for a minute. But I loved him anyway, don’t ask me why.”
Not really understanding, but feeling he was being made fun of, Jason pouted. For the first time in years, but really not thinking about it, Darcy extended her hand to ruffle his gel-styled hair.
“Be nice you all, he’s just a kid. And yes, Jason, I did get your drawing and I loved it. You’re a true artist and maybe you’ll make your own books someday.”
He beamed at her, green eyes twinkling. “You really think so?”
“Sure. Tell you what, after dinner, I’ll teach you how to draw Wendy’s face. That’ll teach Dwayne, right?”
“Wow. You’re the bestest sister in the whole world.”
Tears were prickling in her eyes, but she bravely swallowed them. “And that was the bestest Christmas gift in the whole word. You’re wonderful, little brother. Wanna give your sister a hug?”
She didn’t even care he knocked her straight off her feet as he swung himself at her. From the corner of her eyes she saw Claudia reach for her father’s hand, not even hiding the emotions on her face.
Christmas 2000 was indeed a holiday for her family, a long overdue one at that.
Next Christmas would be better though. Orli would be home.
So...?
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This story just keeps getting better! Loved the update. Please continue soon. 
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Absolutely lovely!
Can't wait until Orlando gets home to see whats happened!
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Chapter ten, Part I
Okay, so he knew he wasn’t the Pope or something, but would it really be ridiculous if he were to kiss the ground of Heathrow airport? Okay, it probably would be, but it would very accurately describe his feelings at that moment.
He was bone tired, couldn’t move a muscle. He’d spent hours and hours folding his tall frame into an extremely uncomfortable position to fit into the too small airplane seats, he’d been eating things not even considered edible by Hobbits, he actually missed the Hobbits, it was pouring and he was cold, clammy and hungry.
But the London rain had never looked more inviting.
Too tired even to even try and snatch away a luggage trolley, he swung his duffel bag over his shoulder and strolled over to the exit hall with increasing speed in his long strides, where he knew his mom and sister were waiting for him.
And Darcy…he felt a goofy grin appear on his face, just before his jaw was set with quiet determination.
Over a year and a half ago, he had made himself a promise: if he was still smitten with her on the day he returned home, he would fight for her, fight with her or against her, but fight no matter what to make her his.
He still was. The phone calls (though few and far between with his working schedule and the different time-zones), the letters and pictures…nothing had been enough to quench his love for her. If anything, it was still growing. He’d been driving all his cast mates stark raving mad with his constant babbling about her. If he wasn’t busy being Legolas, he was busy being lovesick.
And today, after having to satisfy himself with her album and several pictures Sam had sent him (God bless her), he was finally going to see her again. And surprise her with his intentions.
The very moment the doors slid open he found himself submerged in two pairs of strong female arms and his eardrums threatening to burst from their squeals. If he didn’t love them so much, he would have screamed for them to get the hell off! Instead, he threw his own long arms around both of them, laughing until his sides hurt.
He looked from one loving face into the other. Mum was crying and he playfully kissed her nose. “Don’t cry mum, I’ll make your life miserable before you know it.”
“Maybe that’s why she’s crying, you wanker.”
“Whatever happened to welcome home dear brother, I missed you?” He grinned at her and Sam ruffled his hair, frowning at the odd cut in it.
“Yadayadayada, you know I missed you, you idiot. Whatever happened to your hair?”
“Had it cut into a Mohawk so the blond wig would fit better. It’s horrible, I know, but it’ll grow out.”
“I’m sure it will,” Sonia cut in, noticing her son was swaying on his feet. “How about we get you home, huh?”
Home sounded good. He nodded. Than stopped dead in his tracks.
Where was she?
“Mum? Where’s Darcy?”
“Waiting for you at home, love. You know what a hassle it is for her to move around here. She insisted on staying home.”
It was a perfectly good excuse, but he still felt a sharp pang of disappointment cutting through his gut. Another hour at least until he would see her again. Until he could hold her tiny frame in his arms and persuade her, with force if need be, to be his.
Sam noticed the look of pain wiping across his face. He might be a good actor, on the brink of fame even, but he was her baby brother and she knew him like the back of her hand. Or maybe even better, since she didn’t spend all that much time actually studying the back of her hand. Either hand. Quickly, she took over his bag, ignoring his protests as she did so and walked back to the parking lot.
Despite of feeling like a zombie, he was very chatty in the car on the way home, regaling story after story about the actors collectively known as Hobbits, about Viggo, Liv and Kate…actors he could now call by first name instead of watching them on screen like the rest of them. He was glad they never gave him a hard time about being new to the industry, though he admitted he was teased a lot.
The talking of course was one sign, but as Sam steered the car from the highway and ventured to the outskirts of Canterbury, the rubbing of his neck began. Mother and daughter exchanged knowing glances. The poor sod was nervous and both knew why.
And if he was already hanging on by a thread, he was really in for a surprise.
The streets soon became more familiar and Sonia silently wondered if he would have any skin left on his neck by the time they got home.
“How’s she been mum? I mean, I know Wendy’s a huge hit, but is she alright? She’s had so much happening to her and I can’t believe I survived this long without her. I guess you were right all along mum. I fell in love with her the moment she crashed her chair into mine.”
“She’s good honey. But remember what we’ve discussed before you left. She might not be ready.”
“I know mum, but I decided something. I’m gonna fight for her love and I don’t care what arguments she throws in. I won’t let her go.”
There wasn’t any time left for further discussion. They’d reached their home. Before Sam had had a chance to park the car straight, he leapt out of the backseat and sank on his knees, his lips making solid contact with the garden path.
“I’M HOME!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, fatigue forgotten, adrenaline pumping wildly through his veins. He was home. Only a few feet were separating him from Darcy. What was taking his mum so long? Why was she fumbling with her keys and waiting for Sam to take his bag from the boot?
Inside, his yell had triggered Darcy into action. She’d been waiting impatiently for them to return, opting to stay behind for her surprise, instead of facing him in the midst of hundreds of anonymous travelers. This was too personal.
Luckily, the rain had stopped and there was a hesitant sun peeking out from the clouds. Carefully, she wheeled herself to the door, not yet revealing anything to him when she opened it.
There she was! Looking more beautiful than he had imagined. She was wearing a long green skirt, the same color as her eyes, and a white blouse with green embroidered leaves on them. Green leaves. How sweet and appropriate. His heart thundered in his chest and he was deaf and blind to everything or everybody else. He felt a firm hand grip his upper arm and he turned to his sister, annoyed with her for holding him back.
“Orlando…just wait here. Please?”
He frowned, not understanding. What was wrong with him flinging himself at her?
“Please, Orli. Trust me.”
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Chapter ten, part II
Very well then. If he must. Being so preoccupied with the painful pounding of his heart against his ribcage, he didn’t see the small nod of encouragement Sam gave Darcy.
Bracing herself, Darcy hoisted her body out of the chair and staggered severely before regaining her balance. She took her first step, without the aid of crutches or canes, like she’d been practicing all month.
Step by slow step, she worked her way down the narrow path, looking up to see his face. His expression didn’t let her down.
What the fu…Darcy…she…she was…something gripped his throat, squeezing it painfully, making it impossible to swallow. He felt he was about to faint, so maybe he was just hallucinating. He blinked hard, twice, then focused his gaze on her again.
This was no fatigue making him see things, she was still approaching, smiling through her tears, which were slowly trickling down her cheeks.
He felt his own cheekbones get increasingly more wet as he himself wasn’t even trying to hide the fact he was openly bawling like a baby. He was entitled to cry while he was witnessing a d*mn near miracle taking place right in front of him.
Just a few feet to go until she would reach him, but he remained grounded, both because of his inability to move and his understanding she needed to finish this by herself. She stumbled, obviously exhausted and with his mind still working on automatic pilot, he opened his arms.
One moment later, she collapsed against him and he wrapped his strong arms around her trembling body. For long, endless minutes they just stood there, too overwhelmed to do anything, let alone talk. Orlando just pulled her closer, ever closer, burying his face in her hair, breathing her in.
His Darcy. His girl, he was convinced of it now. She was an essential part of his being, as important as his heartbeat, as the oxygen that a person needed. Even if at the moment, his lungs were deprived of their necessary quantity.
When their need became more evident than his own, he reluctantly slackened his grip on her enough to gulp in some air, feeling his body say thank you for meeting its demand. Though as soon as he had, he opened his eyes to look at her, really look at her.
Brown eyes met green ones, so full of joy despite of the fatigue he had to swallow again. One hand cupped her cheek in a soft caress, just before he pulled her head closer.
The first touch of her lips against his threatened to electrify him, but not even a flash of lightning or a plane crashing in their garden could have pulled him away. Instead, he groaned softly at the warm welcome contact before deepening the kiss.
Even if she hadn’t been spending the better part of three years in a wheelchair and had just learned how to walk again, this assault would have gotten her down on her knees. Right now, it were surely only his arms holding her upright as she granted him access to her mouth. Holy Mary mother of God, this man could kiss! If he were a drug, he would be lethal. But what a way to go…
She knew she would have a lot of explaining to do when the time came, but for now, she felt utterly content just continuing to kiss the living daylights out of him.
She had been both anticipating and dreading this reunion, hoping for the best but expecting the worst. After all, things between them had been strained when he left. Yes, they parted as friends, but with the knowledge that they both wanted more, but that she couldn’t, or rather wouldn’t give it to him, too afraid he might back away when the real implication of dating a handicapped woman would hit him. She wouldn’t have survived the trauma.
But now the tables had turned. She wouldn’t be running a marathon any time soon, but she was back on her feet and planning to stay that way. Putting this together also meant that her one reason for not wanting to date Orlando was now no longer valid.
The only remaining question was: did he still want her? He might have found himself a nice willing girl in New Zealand and even if he hadn’t, when his face would become well known (and loved no doubt), he should be able to get anything wearing a skirt into his bed without having to lift a finger.
As a result, she had barely slept at all the night before, tossing and turning in her bed until she had gotten up to work on her third Wendy-album, which had been put on hold by her surgery and recovery. But even her mind’s child wouldn’t come to life for her that night. At five a.m., she’d been left with nothing but her own thoughts, which became increasingly paranoid.
Of course he wouldn’t want her, there was no way he would have forgotten how she had refused him, turned him down. Even if he was a real gentleman, he was probably still very disappointed and possibly even furious at her.
When she had finally made it back to bed at about 5.30, her dreams had been filled with images of him introducing his new girlfriend to her, or him going off to a club with some friends and chatting up some girl with long blond hair, legs up to her earlobes and melon-sized boobs in a too skimpy outfit. She could see herself standing in line for an autograph, screaming at the top of her lungs to get his attention and he would glance up at her, his eyes void of recognition. Darcy? Darcy who?
Finally morning had shown itself and she had dragged herself out of bed and into the shower, feeling sick to her stomach, convinced now he wouldn’t want to have her as his girlfriend anyway.
How wrong had she been? Neither had thought it possible, but he managed to pull her in his embrace even closer, sending delicious shivers down her almost restored spine. His fabulous mouth and wizard tongue were still relentlessly working their magic on her.
By the time he pulled away, her eyes were crossed and her cheeks took on the color of Sonia’s rose bushes. Aforementioned woman, who had modestly taken a few steps back to witness the happy reunion, now stepped forward, scraping her throat.
“Orli, I’ve made a cake to celebrate your homecoming. Would you like to share it with us?”
It took somewhat frightening minutes before her question registered and he slowly nodded, though his eyes never left Darcy’s.
“I’d love to mum…we’ll be right in.”
“I’ll put the kettle on.” His mother and sister disappeared into the house, giving them some more privacy.
He put his forehead against hers, tracing the outline of her slightly parted, swollen lips with his thumb, still completely in awe about what had just happened.
“Hi.” Okay, he admitted, it wasn’t very eloquent for an actor, but the best he could come up with. He didn’t have enough capacity in either lungs or brain left to do any better.
“Hi.” Apparently, neither did she, though she recovered quicker, adding a soft “Welcome home.”
“Promise me you’ll welcome me home like that every time I come back.”
“No…you promise me you won’t ever leave me behind again.”
“Not ever. You’re stuck with me now.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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Chapter ten, part III
Throwing his arm around her shoulder, he led her back into the house.
“You still got a lot of explaining to do, you know.”
“I know, I’ll tell you all about it. Later. First, give your mom a chance to pamper her long lost son, okay? She deserves some attention from you too, you know?”
“Sure she does. And I’m dying for a piece of her cake.”
He spent the rest of the late afternoon and evening talking to his family, not even aware he was holding on to Darcy’s small hand while sitting next to her on the comfortable old couch. As evening came he felt the jet leg kick in and he excused himself around ten, opting for an early night’s sleep. He hugged Sonia and Sam, then pulled Darcy flush against his chest to kiss her thoroughly, lightheaded by the fact that he was allowed to do that, that she wanted him to.
“Good night, love.”
“Good night, sweet Orli.”
“Explanations tomorrow?”
“Sure, anything you’d want to know, I’ll even show you my new scar…”
How the hell did she ever manage to make that sound sexy, he wondered. But she did. He groaned as he softly kissed her again, before slowly treading upstairs.
With nothing left to do and feeling oddly restless, Darcy wandered around the living room until she drove Sonia mad. With a sly smile to her daughter, she stopped the pacing girl by placing a firm hand on her wrist.
“You know Darcy, I just figured you have never seen Orlando’s room before…it being upstairs and all.”
Startled, the young girl turned to look at the older woman’s face. This must be the first time in history a mother would voluntarily send a woman up to her son’s bedroom, while he was in it! Sheepishly, she turned to Sam for verification, to find her boyfriend’s (that’s what he was…right?) sister nod with a knowing smile.
“Second door to your right.”
Oh what the heck. Might as well take the bait. And the invitation.
“Thank you. Good night.” With a new spring in her step, she carefully trudged the stairs, her legs not yet quite used to that particular task. After regaining her breath, she softly knocked on his door. No answer. She tried the handle and the door opened without trouble. Silently, she stepped in.
He was sound asleep, looking at the same time very angelic and way too yummy, wearing nothing but his boxers, or so she hoped. Or maybe not. Bad thought, bad!
Not one for missing opportunities if they were handed to her on a silver platter, Darcy stripped out of her skirt and blouse, loosened her bra and picked up his discarded shirt from the floor to wear as a nightgown. Then she lifted his blankets and slipped in next to him.
Automatically, his body turned into the direction of the new source of heat and he snuggled up to her, spooning her from behind. Scorching heat immediately threatened to consume her body and she bit her lip not to whimper. He was asleep, unaware of what he was doing to her.
Something soft and wet was tracing her pulse point right behind her ear and she shivered. It happened again. This time she moaned softly before turning her head to look into a heavy lidded, unfairly sexy pair of smoldering espresso eyes, accompanied by a matching ‘cat who caught the canary’ grin. The sneaky bastard! He’d been pretending all along.
Before she could voice her angry thoughts, or any thoughts for that matter, his lips claimed hers. It was slow and thorough, almost painfully sweet. It lasted for minutes…it didn’t last long enough. His hand snaked beneath her shirt in a familiar gesture, tracing the new scar on her spine.
Despite of the raging inferno inside her body, she broke the kiss, her traitorous side groaning softly in complaint. But she controlled herself. She didn’t want things to move this fast.
Sensing her mood, he relaxed his hold on her and peppered her heated face with tiny kisses, mumbling soft words to her.
“It’s okay love, nothing’s gonna happen tonight, I’m way too knackered for anything more than sleep. But thanks for keeping me company. I missed being this close to you.”
“I missed you too…Orlando, about what I said before you left…”
“Shhh, don’t worry about it. We’ll go somewhere quiet tomorrow, just the two of us. And we’ll talk about anything that needs to be discussed between us. Now, give me one more of those seriously addictive kisses and than I really need to get some sleep.”
She obliged gladly and as the kiss ended, she reluctantly tried to get up. One arm wrapping itself around her waist prevented her from moving even an inch.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I thought you wanted to sleep.”
“I do want to sleep. But you walked into the lion’s den yourself and I’m not about to let you go just yet. So hush now and close your eyes.”
Very well, she wouldn’t spoil his homecoming by walking out then. Instead, she sighed with contentment as she buried her face against his chest, smelling him even though he claimed he must smell a bit funky since he was too tired to shower before falling into bed. Come to think of it; he did. But she didn’t care, she was too glad to be where she was.
“It’ll be the last time I’ll sleep with you without you showering first.”
“As long as it’s not the last time you’ll sleep with me, period.”
“I promise you that.”
“Good. Goodnight, love.”
“Goodnight, sweet Orli.”
“Darcy? I love you.”
“Love you too.”
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Aww... I loved all the warm and fuzzie moments of this chapter 
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"Shhh, don’t worry about it. We’ll go somewhere quiet tomorrow, just the two of us. And we’ll talk about anything that needs to be discussed between us. Now, give me one more of those seriously addictive kisses and than I really need to get some sleep.”
She obliged gladly and as the kiss ended, she reluctantly tried to get up. One arm wrapping itself around her waist prevented her from moving even an inch.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I thought you wanted to sleep.”
“I do want to sleep. But you walked into the lion’s den yourself and I’m not about to let you go just yet. So hush now and close your eyes.”
Very well, she wouldn’t spoil his homecoming by walking out then. Instead, she sighed with contentment as she buried her face against his chest, smelling him even though he claimed he must smell a bit funky since he was too tired to shower before falling into bed. Come to think of it; he did. But she didn’t care, she was too glad to be where she was.
I loved this part the most and diffenatly wouldn't mind giving
or recieving those lovely kisses that you discribed so perfectly 
How could Darcy say she minds a stinky Orlando? I know I wouldn't mind at all
I can't wait to read more... and I would comment more,
but my origional comments got lost when my computer shut down with no reason
Donna
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Darcy can walk! 
Yaaay! 
and may even start to cry once he sees that Darcy can walk 
