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You're still reading!!! I love you guys (well, girls, I guess) 
Soooo...the following postings are dedicated to you...
Chapter 5a
Charlie's POV
After ending the kiss way too soon for my liking, Orlando winks, indicates he needs one moment, runs up to the counter with his credit card, pays for our food and drags me outside.
The coolness of the air hits me and involuntarily I shiver. Immediately his heavy leather jacket is draped across my shoulders. Wonderfully warm and comfortable, especially with his scent lingering in it’s tiny pores. You gotta love this man’s chivalry, it’s absolutely not dead yet.
We find a secluded corner and kiss some more, alternating between soft, playful nips and long luxurious make-out sessions. When we finally pop up for some air-intake, I wouldn’t be able to tell exactly which way is up. I never used drugs in my life, but I can image now what it must feel like. And believe me, I get the addictive side too. If he kisses all his female co-actors like that, it’s no wonder he’s making the big bucks on screen. I’d not only play for free, I’d pay extra if I had to!
But lucky me, I get this attention all for free. Because really, that’s the clue here. Technically, anybody can kiss, but it’s the fact he’s just as much wrapped up in this as I am that makes all the difference between a good kiss and an amazing kiss. And his ministrations exceed even that definition. Unbelievable. When Orlando gives, he gives it all. And I do my best to give it all back to him.
He gives me the cutest, heart-melting lopsided grin. As a result, he actually has to catch me as my knees give. He lets out a soft chuckle at that.
“That good huh?” C*cky b*stard. Problem is, there’s no way I could deny it. I’m not even sure I can speak at all. I hide my blushing face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. Immediately, he pulls me closer in the comfort of his embrace and never have I felt so loved before.
“Don’t be shy, love. You’re quite the little seductress yourself.”
But I still refuse to look up. He must think I’ve never been kissed before in my life. Then again, if this is kissing, than I don’t really know what I’ve been doing with past boyfriends.
“Charlie, look at me love. Please?”
His soft pleading makes me lift my head so my eyes can meet his. My breath hitches again as I spot the sparkle and golden warmth in them. In the soft glow of the street light barely illuminating our little corner, his irises are almost as black as his pupils with ill-concealed lust, but there’s a tenderness in them which takes away the first impression that lust is all there’s to it. It makes me giddy to think he might have fallen for me just as hard as I’ve fallen for him. Though I’m hesitant to believe it. He is after all, Orlando Bloom, sexy movie star. And I’m…nobody special.
The doubt must be written all over my face as he lifts my trembling chin with his finger. His chocolate orbs bore into mine as he declares without preamble:
“This night has been amazing, Charlie. You’re a sweet, beautiful, funny, lovely lady and I’d love to see you again. In fact…I think I’m in love with you. Scratch that. I know I’m in love with you.”
I want to interrupt him, but his thumb on my lips prevents me from making any noise, perhaps except for the moan I can’t hold back.
“Please, please don’t contradict me. Please don’t say it’s too soon to tell. I’m not sure I could take it.”
Is it me or is he close to tears? And I wasn’t about to contradict him either…I’d just never thought…oh my…it doesn’t quite sink in yet. Orlando Bloom. In love. With me. Run it by me again in the morning…
The silence gets uncomfortable and he sighs, a veil of defeat clouding his expression. Oh no! Come on you idiot, do something, say something. Don’t let him think you don’t care!
“Orlando.” A voice I don’t recognize as my own whispers to him, an urgency ringing through it loud and clear.
Hope reignites in his gaze. It’s enough to bring back my determination. And vocal chords.
“I…I think I’m in love with you too, but…”
Hesitantly, his thumb wipes away a stray tear on my cheek. “But what, love?”
Oh god, how to make him see? How exactly does one explain that I know how to handle people the likes of Alice Cooper (he’s a riot) and Eddie van Halen, but that he, Orlando Bloom feels so real on one hand and so miles out of my league on the other. Even when standing right in front of me proclaiming his love for me. Especially then.
Something tells me he gets it though. Again, it’s all in his eyes. He doesn’t flinch, he just pulls me back against him, sighing deeply.
“Charlie, let me tell you something. This night…for the first time in a very long time I’ve been just Orlando. Much as I like my line of work and much as I appreciate my fans, sometimes it freaks me out and all I want to do is escape. I wasn’t looking for company, let alone a date or something more, but I found you at the exact right moment in time. A woman who seems to enjoy hanging out with me without putting too much emphasis on my fame. It’s been too long since I wasn’t worried about ulterior motives, whether it’s my money or my contacts or whatever. You’re so different, so refreshing…I feel I can trust you. You’re a real person and you regard me as one too…that’s what I need to feel, that’s why I think I’m in love with you. Is that okay? Can I love you?”
By the end of his monologue, he’s out of breath and I’m running out of tears. It hits me he suffers from the same anxieties all people on the brink of a relationship do, only double because he’s probably right. Not all women come on to him for the right reasons. I kind of feel sorry for him. He’s such a genuinely lovable guy I can easily imagine he got into this business quite gullibly. And thus getting himself trampled on.
It changes my entire outlook on tonight. Dashing and cavalier he might have been, he’s still insecure. Like he really isn’t convinced that Orlando just being Orlando is enough.
But it is, it so is. I never gave cahoots about money as long as I can live a comfortable life with a nice apartment in a good part of town (in my case; Jacksonville), with friends to hang out with and an occasional trip. Other than that, my standards were never that high and people with money have always failed to impress me just by swaying their credit card around.
Then and there I accept the fact that he’s in love with me. The man, not the actor. And yes, I, Charlotte Riordan, am in love too.
I would have fallen for him if all he ever turned out to be was a genitor. Or whatever. A man this sweet could be a garbage man for all I care. Though he probably wouldn’t smell as nice. Not the point.
The only appropriate way I can think of to get my point across is to lift my head from its current resting place, comfortable as it might be and gently caress his cheek. He leans into my hand as if craving the simple skin to skin contact. Finally, as my tears dry, my vocal chords whir back to life. I still have to answer him. And I do so with conviction.
“Yes Orlando. It’s more than okay. I understand you. I would never hurt you, I don’t think I could if I tried. Oh Orli, you’re more than good enough just being you. You deserve to be loved regardless of your profession, not because of it.”
Such hope in those incredible eyes. “So…you love me too? You think we can make this work?”
“I don’t know, but I’m willing to try if you are…”
As an answer, he groans, cups my face in his hands and kisses my last breath away.
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Chapter 5b
Orlando's POV
Only the human need for air makes me end the kiss we’re losing ourselves in. We gotta get out of here. Giving her a wink to indicate I don’t have any second thoughts, I hurry to the tiller and pay for our food. I need to take her outside.
It’s colder than we’ve anticipated once we leave the restaurant. Charlie shudders and I shrug out of my jacket to drape it over her. She looks cute in it and still seems surprised by my gallantry. Has this woman never been treated like a lady before? What fools did she date before I came along?
The gods are still with me as we come across this little corner hidden from view. I guide her there to continue kissing her, allowing a wonderful heady feeling to waft over me. It’s like being drunk without having to dodge the hangover in the morning. Hopefully. By the time we come up for oxygen again, I can tell by the starry look she gives me, she’s just as far gone as I am. Sure, I’ve heard by several on-screen love-interests I’m a fairly good kisser and clearly they didn’t lie. But heck, she’s no amateur either.
Kissing, dear people, is an art, not just a technique. Anybody can learn how to swap saliva, but the real skill of kissing, I insist, is not something you simply do.
I’ll give you a clue though. The first rule of good kissing is attention and dedication. When you kiss, you have to imagine pulling your heart and soul out with your lips and tongue in order to give it to your partner. Oh, and it helps if you’re in love. As I know I am. Really, I am.
I smile at her and barely catch her in time as a result. I chuckle. Poor thing’s just as overwhelmed as I am, and a little wobbly too.
“That good huh?” Hey, after such a demonstration one can afford to be c*cky. Charlie gets that same irresistible blush again, trying to hide it by burying her burning cheekbones against my shoulder. I pull her close to me, hoping she feels the same love I’m feeling myself emanating from every pore in my body
“Don’t be shy, love. You’re quite the little seductress yourself.”
No answer comes from her lips, still glued to my shirt. Again, I think she’s never been treated like she deserves before. Stupid wankers. How can they not value a treasure like this lady?
“Charlie, look at me love. Please?”
She tilts her head so I can look into her eyes. For a moment, I can’t help but be totally speechless while drowning in the deep pools of her eyes. It’s not hard to tell this little make-out session we’re having is effecting her as deeply is it is me. Then and there I know without a shred of doubt in my mind that there’s no turning back. I need her in my life, need the reassurance I can read from her face. Right here is the woman I’ve been looking for without even knowing I was. Here’s the woman who loves just me, completely void of any and all hidden agendas.
Still, it’s just as clear she’s still in doubt about the implications of our rollercoaster courtship so far. And here she thought Splash Mountain would be the highlight of her vacation. Gotta get it through to her I’m never going anywhere without her ever again for as long as I live.
“This night has been amazing, Charlie. You’re a sweet, beautiful, funny, lovely lady and I’d love to see you again. In fact…I think I’m in love with you. Scratch that. I know I’m in love with you.”
She opens her mouth to speak. Whether to deny, to contradict, I don’t know. Either way, I won’t let her.
“Please, please don’t contradict me. Please don’t say it’s too soon to tell. I’m not sure I could take it.”
Tears are prickling in my eyes, desperate as I am for her to understand where I’m coming from. That I’m just a man and as such, I’m just as much in need of stability as any other guy.
But how to make her see if it seems like she’s determined to misread.
“Orlando.” A voice so soft I can barely distinct it rings out, the sense of urgency belying the soft current. Hope flares in my heart. Maybe she does get it.
“I…I think I’m in love with you too, but…”
My hand absorbs the tear streak running down her face. “But what, love?”
Wait…maybe it’s not me she’s doubting, maybe it’s herself. For the umpteenth time tonight I ask myself who had mistreated her so badly she doesn’t know how to have faith in a guy. Of all people, she should be able to see that she and she only can be the one to care for me, to take care of me, as I will of her.
Okay, last attempt here, laying it all on the line. I have to, there’s no other way but total and complete honesty. Sigh. Here I go.
“Charlie, let me tell you something. This night…for the first time in a very long time I’ve been just Orlando. Much as I like my line of work and much as I appreciate my fans, sometimes it freaks me out and all I want to do is escape. I wasn’t looking for company, let alone a date or something more, but I found you at the exact right moment in time. A woman who seems to enjoy hanging out with me without putting too much emphasis on my fame. It’s been too long since I wasn’t worried about ulterior motives, whether it’s my money or my contacts or whatever.
You’re so different, so refreshing…I feel I can trust you. You’re a real person and you regard me as one too…that’s what I need to feel, that’s why I think I’m in love with you. Is that okay? Can I love you?”
Wow, not even in a movie have I talked so much in one go. Charlie’s now silently crying against my chest, but they’re the good kind of tears, if you know what I mean. These are tears of deep understanding and support. Like she knows how scary this business I’m in can get sometimes, how abused a man in my position can feel when yet another soul you trusted turns out to be a gold digger.
I’m nothing more than a man fortunate enough to have looks and talent, trades that are intangible and fickle at best. Question is; am I ever enough without them?
I’m still a firm believer that for her, beautiful Charlie Riordan, I am. She’s given me enough reason to think so just this afternoon. Any other girl would have gladly let me pull out the trusted Platinum Visa card and wreck havoc with it. She wouldn’t even let me buy her any other souvenirs except for the dress I got Tessie. She demanded nothing for herself, was as glad as a child with a mere box of chocolates.
She’s perfect for me, there you have it. All she has to do is accept that simple fact and we’re set for life. Come on, sweetheart, you can do it, you can take a lifetime with this odd British guy.
It takes a while for her to answer me, but after what feels like a lifetime she again lifts her head and hand to trace a soft trail down my cheek. I sigh and lean into her comforting touch. My heart soars as it sinks in I’ve done it. Her words aren’t needed any longer, but boy do I love to hear them anyway.
“Yes Orlando. It’s more than okay. I understand you. I would never hurt you, I don’t think I could if I tried. Oh Orli, you’re more than good enough just being you. You deserve to be loved regardless of your profession, not because of it.”
Is she telling me what I think she is? “So…you love me too? You think we can make this work?”
“I don’t know, but I’m willing to try if you are…”
Oh but I am. And I tell her the only way I can think of...
Now...be sweet and let the compliments flow freely 
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Sooooooo good!
Absolutely love it....can't wait to see how they handle the stuff that's comin' their way!
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Hi Everybody!
I hope all of you had a nice Christmas time and I wish you all the best in the 'happy and healthy' department for the new year!
A year in which I'll be continuing my story and hopefully start one or two more.
For now, here's the next chapter as a belated gift under the wilting tree 
Chapter 6a
Charlie’s POV
It’s very late as I open the door to my hotel room. Orlando decided he wanted to see me off in a decent way, which is gonna cost him as the taxi driver will most likely let the meter run while we’re standing in front of the door saying goodbye with a whole series of incredible kisses. He glances at his watch.
“After midnight.”
“Lucky for you I haven’t turned into a pumpkin. Yet.”
“That’s okay, I like pumpkins.”
“Oh you’re just saying that.”
Yup, we’re back to bantering and flirting, now only enhanced by the security of our newly found feelings for each other. Plus, I’m still wearing his jacket.
He hums quietly before stealing another kiss. I have to threaten to do him some physical harm he won’t like to make him finally say goodbye. When I want to give him his jacket back, he smiles, shaking his head.
“You hang onto it.”
How does he know I need it? Does he know I’ll probably fall asleep surrounded by his scent, his warmth? He must see in my eyes how much I wish I could just invite him in, let him stay, but the risks are too high. Not because I don’t trust him, but because for one, the babysitter is bound to recognize him and most importantly, I don’t want to have to explain things to Tessie that she doesn’t need to know yet. Like what Orli would be doing in my bed.
Besides, kissing on the first date is one thing, but to sleep with someone, even when that someone is Orlando…I don’t think I’m that kind of girl, you know?
So I clutch his jacket to my chest and kiss him softly on his still swollen lips. “Thank you. I’ll return it to you soon.”
“How about tomorrow? What were you planning on doing tomorrow?”
“I promised Tessie we’d go check out Animal Kingdom.”
He nods and grins, then contorts his beautiful face into a pout. “Do you think she’d mind if I tagged along again? Or do you want tomorrow to be a ladies day only?”
Well I don’t! I mean, much as I adore Tessie and much as I promised we would do whatever she wants, I’ve fallen hard for this man and if he practically begs me to allow him to come with us, who am I to say no to what he wants and what my heart wants too? I’ll make it up to Tessie any other day. Every day.
I grin at my man, squeezing his cheekbones playfully. “Of course you can tag along tomorrow, cutie pie. I don’t think Tessie would mind. And if she does, you have my permission to bribe her.”
“Tsk, Tsk, only one day in my presence and already corrupted. And to think I was so deeply impressed…”
“One more sound out of you and guess who won’t be meeting you tomorrow.” I try my hardest to be stern, but guess what? It doesn’t work. How surprising.
He grins roguishly, pulls me against his chest and kisses me soundly. “Now say that again…” he purrs. I can’t, I’m all tongue-tied, couldn’t speak to save my life. Damn him. Orli just smiles triumphantly.
“So…tomorrow, front gate of Animal Planet, let’s say…around nine?” He looks apologetic, before continuing. “I’d love to pick you and Tessie up right here at the door, but, well, you know…”
“I understand, it’s okay. See you tomorrow at nine.”
He bends over to brush his lips against mine very fleetingly, as if he knows he’ll never leave if he doesn’t stop kissing me.
“Sweet dreams, Charlotte, love.”
“Sweet dreams, Orli…”
He smiles at me, turns to leave, turns around again, kisses me almost desperately and practically runs out of the hallway, leaving me flustered and giddy. This was most definitely the best date of my life!
After some embarrassing fumbling with the key-card, I let myself in, finding the babysitter sitting in the recliner in front of the TV, watching an ancient ER rerun. I smile and she shrugs.
“Got tired of anything Disney.”
One can only imagine why. “Don’t let your boss hear it.”
“He won’t, will he? I really need this job.” For a moment she sounds panicked and I hurry to reassure her.
“Don’t worry, he won’t hear anything from me. So…how’s Tessie?”
“Fast asleep ma’am. I ordered ‘Aladdin’ for her on pay-TV. Don’t worry ma’am, it’s no extra charge when you’ve hired a babysitter. I gave her a snack, made sure she brushed her teeth and got her to bed about three and a half hours ago. She was dead on her feet.”
I smile. “I guessed as much. Little one had a very busy day today.” I rummage through my purse and let out a sigh of relief when I discover my wallet at the bottom. My relief is short-lived when the babysitter announces.
“I guess she had. A commercial on TV showed Orlando Bloom tonight and she mentioned you’ve been spending the entire day with him and he was your date tonight. Funny huh?”
I gulp. “Very funny, don’t know how they come up with it.” Desperate to change the subject, I hastily ask her: “So…how do I pay you? I forgot to ask you earlier.”
“You don’t have to pay me now, ma’am. It’s added to your hotel bill.”
“Does that include tips?”
“It doesn’t, but you really don’t have to…can I just ask you something else, ma’am? And don’t answer me if I’m in any way out of line, but…if you were really out with Orlando Bloom, do you think you could get me his autograph? I’d kill to get one.”
She looks so eager I have to swallow. How awful it feels when you don’t want to lie and yet don’t want to betray your trust. My newfound love for Orlando wins it though. If he doesn’t want anybody to know he’s here, than God will just have to forgive me this little white lie.
“I’m sorry, I just can’t do that.” There, no real lie, no admitting or denying accusations. I plead the fifth, people. Gotta love that fifth.
The girl just shrugs, accepts my exorbitant, guilt-induced twenty dollar tip and leaves with a nod and a polite: “Goodnight then, ma‘am.”
As for me, I have only enough energy left to undress, pull on the t-shirt I sleep in, brush my teeth and check on Tessie before I allow myself to fall on my bed, clutching Orlando’s jacket to my chest. The last thing I’m aware of is his lingering scent before sleep takes over my exhausted body.
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Chapter 6b
Orli’s POV
This time, on this late hours, I’m not letting her get back to her hotel room on her own. I order the cabbie to wait outside for me, not caring if he charges me for the extra time. I just share some more kisses I can’t seem to get enough of. Not even if a glance at my watch tells me it’s already tomorrow.
“After midnight.”
“Lucky for you I haven’t turned into a pumpkin. Yet.”
“That’s okay, I like pumpkins.”
“Oh you’re just saying that.”
Like hell I am. I wouldn’t mind if she turned into an ostrich! She’d still be the most beautiful thing ever to wear my precious leather jacket.
I can’t help myself as I lean in for another kiss. Charlie tries to swat me away with as little conviction as possible. She shrugs out of the jacket reluctantly and stretches her arm to give it back. I don’t want it back though.
“You hang onto it.”
Somehow, the thought of her clinging to the smell of my jacket makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Of course, me cuddling up to her myself would be better, but I know it won’t be wise to do so. Even while there’s already an established unquestionable trust between us, she has other things to consider, the first of which is her responsibility for the little girl in that room. Plus, if this sitter would spot me, neither Charlie nor me are gonna have one more moment of peace.
Other than that, I can wait. Call me romantic, hell, call me crazy, but when I really care for someone as I do now, I don’t mind waiting.
She clutches the jacket as if it were a lifesaver and kisses me warmly, lovingly. “Thank you. I’ll return it to you soon.”
“How about tomorrow? What were you planning on doing tomorrow?”
“I promised Tessie we’d go check out Animal Kingdom.”
You think I could charm my way into joining them again? “Do you think she’d mind if I tagged along again? Or do you want tomorrow to be a ladies day only?”
Say yes, please say yes. I’ll make it up to Tessie, I’ll buy her every dress I can find, I’ll get her the entire store if I have to, just say yes. I’ll be a good boy, if you want to, you won’t even know I’m there at all…come on sweetie, you know you want to, another day of fun, a new day filled with kisses…please?
She pinches my cheeks (upper cheeks, sadly) and smiles. “Of course you can tag along tomorrow, cutie pie. I don’t think Tessie would mind. And if she does, you have my permission to bribe her.”
“Tsk, Tsk, only one day in my presence and already corrupted. And to think I was so deeply impressed…”
“One more sound out of you and guess who won’t be meeting you tomorrow.” Oh yeah, she’s got to be a better actress than that to convince me…
I on the other hand, have other methods of persuasion up my sleeve and they involve lots of more kisses. “Now say that again…” I whisper. No sound except for a small whimper comes from her throat. I just smile in silent triumph.
“So…tomorrow, front gate of Animal Planet, let’s say…around nine?” I wish I could take a chance and pick her up right here. “I’d love to pick you and Tessie up right here at the door, but, well, you know…”
“I understand, it’s okay. See you tomorrow at nine.”
My next kiss is a mere ghost, but it has to be, because I’m a moment away from ravishing her right here, right now.
“Sweet dreams, Charlotte, love.”
“Sweet dreams, Orli…”
I turn, reconsider, turn again and crush her lips to mine. I simply can’t seem to get myself to leave her. She giggles before I force myself out of the hallway, running like a bat out of hell before I embarrass myself.
The taxi is indeed still waiting, indeed still with the meter running, the driver sitting behind the wheel reading today’s newspaper. I give him the address of my hotel and we set off.
“Fifty-four dollars.”
Not even flinching I chuck three twenty dollar bills at him. “Keep the change.”
“Thanks, sir.” He lets me get out and I watch the taillight disappear around the corner before going inside.
“Good evening, sir” The receptionist greets me and I nod in his direction.
Without having anyone with me to talk to, I fling myself on one of the king sized beds, picturing Charlie wrapped in my jacket, sound asleep as I hope she is. I’m too hyped up to sleep myself and I fumble with my cell phone to dial a number I’ve gotten to know pretty well.”
“Oi, Elfboy.” My Hobbit friend greets me, I hear a loud ruckus behind him, guessing Mr. Wood is a guest at some party. He shouts for me to hang on in the phone and a moment later, the noise fades into the background.
“Sorry ‘bout that. How’re you doing, old sod?” I smile and reply. “I’m at Disney World Florida…and I’ve encountered my very own Evenstar. I think I’m in love, man.”
Across the country, my blue-eyed friend smiles. “Tell me more, man. Don’t leave out anything. Who is this mystery lady you hang out with?”
“Her name’s Charlotte Riordan and she’s…she’s indescribable.”
“Try anyway.”
I grin. “She’s here on a holiday with her niece, the cutest little elfling you’ve ever seen. She recognized me, almost blew my cover, and got separated from Charlie when she spotted me. I had to make sure she came back in one piece.”
He agrees immediately, what are friends for? I recall the tale piece by piece, all of it. The ice-cream, the toffee-fight, the dress for Tessie and our wonderful date. Though I refuse to go into any details, for they can and will be used against me in the court of horny little Hobbits.
“So…OB…tell me more.” But I won’t waver my right to remain silent. Foreigners do have that right, right?
A little disappointed, Lij wishes me a very goodnight, adding an absolutely unnecessary “Good luck, Elfboy” to his greeting.
I flip the phone shut and toss it in the general direction of the nightstand. I pull the shirt over my head without opening the buttons and slide my legs out of the dress pants, sighing in relief as they got a little too tight for comfort the last hour or so. Not even thinking of brushing my teeth, I fall against the pillow, wide awake until the sunlight hits me right in the face.
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Lovely!
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OUTSTANDING!!
I love it!!
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