All I Wanna Do #77 (19/100) RP: Orlando Bloom
Credit: rubberbisquit, thank you for the lovly sig!
Fandom: RP: Orlando Bloom
This is for the prompt #77 - What?
Word count: 2791
A big rewrite after this story was torn apart on a forum.
Title: All I Wanna Do…
Author: Saga Chriztine Pettersson
Feedback address: saga_chriz@yahoo.se or crowesaga@hotmail.com
Rating: Think it is PG-17
Characters: OFC, Orlando Bloom
Warnings: None
Beta’d Lee (first version), Annie (second version)
Author’s Note: From the beginning, this was written for a challenge in one of the groups I’m a member of. There were a few things that I had to follow: it had to be built around the lyrics to a song that somehow related to summer, it had to include two lines - “You’re spilling that everywhere.” and “You’ve missed a spot!” - and the maximum amount of words was 1500. The first version ended on 1126 words, but I had written another for the same challenge so I decided not to stop at 1500 as I didn’t want this be lying incomplete in the desk drawer, so I put the first version up on MITM. Though after having found the story being discussed on a fan fiction board I frequently visit, in a thread of ‘reeeeallly bad fanfic’ I decided I had to rewrite this and certainly show them a much better and worked through story, even though it probably still will not reach up to their expectations. Not that it has to, mind you; it has to reach my expectations. Keep in mind that it isn’t always easy to write stories as well as you wish when you write them in a second language. I’m not fluent in English and I see writing fan fiction as a good way to learn better grammar and gain a larger vocabulary. As I know I do not manage it perfectly, I usually try to have one or more people to look it over and help me.
Additional Note: “All I Wanna Do is Make Love to You” is a song by the rock band Heart, written and produced by Robert John “Mutt” Lange and released on 3/31/1990 as the first single off their tenth studio album Brigade, released on 4/21/1990.
For the last hour and a half I’d lain in bed. I’ve never been able to fall asleep immediately when I’m alone. I get restless and my thoughts swirl around and around, keeping me awake. The sheets had twisted up with all of my tossing and turning, so it wasn’t comfortable to lie down anymore. Instead of me making the bed even more of a mess, I got up.
I walked around for another half hour before realizing that since I wasn’t finding the relaxation I needed for sleeping, maybe a ride in the car would help. It was something I often did when the nights seemed to be far too long and lonely. It was no use staying in bed those nights when all it did was make me even more restless.
Not long after I started to drive around, I felt myself begin to unwind. At the same time some of my thoughts sorted themselves out in my head. We, my husband and I, had struggled so long with a few things and most of the time they didn’t seem to pan out in the end. We had tried every possible way with no luck and it was starting to eat at our marriage. I didn’t want to lose him, so I had for some time started to think there could only be one avenue left to try before we attempted to find other options.
The thought had grown stronger and stronger in my mind since its conception. The nights I ended up alone, out driving around randomly actually had a purpose for me. The longer I thought about it, the more I believed it would work perfectly. I had to admit that as of yet, the stars had not been on my side, though I trusted that for every night it didn’t happen, I had to be one step closer to my goal.
So here I was, driving around and in the back of my mind, looking for my teenage crush. I was certain that eventually I would spot him, as he had to come home to visit. Well, according to the rumors, he was here. Now I just needed that lucky star that he also had problems sleeping.
It was the middle of summer and the hours of darkness were generally few. Now this night could have been brighter if it hadn’t been for the rain that poured down. The air smelled fresh and clean, which would cause the world to look much clearer when it stopped.
I loved the silence of the night when there was less traffic and people were sleeping. Somehow it made me feel like it was so much easier to be myself. Sitting alone in the car, watching the houses and scenery when I drove by allowed me the time I needed to not play a part; when I was driving, I didn’t have to be a wife, a friend, a work colleague, a customer or whatever the situation required. It was great to just be myself and not have any oppressing expectations of me.
Another thing I could leave behind me for a moment was time. The nights I went out on the road it varied in length how long it took me; my goal was to get relaxed enough to be able to get a few hours of sleep.
I don’t know how long I’d been driving when he came into sight. I was surprised to see him on a night like this, but there was no way in the world that I’d mistake him for anyone else. He was standing there by the road with no umbrella, no coat. Feeling pity for him, I slowed down to pull up alongside, rolling down the window to offer him a ride.
He looked into the car, a smile spreading over his wet face when he recognized me.
“I’d love a ride, if you don’t mind a wet seat,” he said, the constant rain running in rivulets down his face and neck.
“If I did, I wouldn’t have asked. Please, get in. Get in!” I replied, chuckling. I thought to myself that maybe my stars had finally turned, but I would never admit to him that my offer had a definite purpose. If he would have asked, I would have said that I just liked to help another lonely soul.
He accepted with a smile that made my heart flutter as I rolled up my window. As he sat down in the car and pulled the door shut, he found some napkins that I had stuffed in the door pocket and attempted to try to dry himself off, to at least to sop up the worst of the water. He didn’t question me when I didn’t drive him home and after a while, we started to speak about old times.
I kept driving, still with no target destination in mind. It wasn’t a bad thing to have a passenger in the car, especially when he looked so good with his dark hair and slight olive complexion. That had been one of the things that had made me crush on him when I was a teenager. Everyone I knew then had, at minimum, been in love with him at least once. Another thing that had always weakened my knees, were his dark eyes. I knew how expressive they could be, and I could only imagine what they expressed there… in the dark of night.
I didn’t ask him what he’d done to be alone on the road. He didn’t mention it either. There were so many things I could have asked him, but I didn’t bother. It had been years since we had gone to the same school and it was a possibility that we had forgotten things as simple as our names. I could have reminded him of mine and in so doing, prompting him to give his, but I didn’t think it was necessary. After all, as The Bard wrote, what’s in a name? Other than something to call a person, names really didn’t matter. If the fates thought he was the right guy, then I believed I would know in my heart that he was the one for me.
I had always held a special place for him in my heart. When I met my husband, I thought I had buried the feelings that I had for this man, buried them deep inside of me. The last few years had slowly but certainly woken them up. It was something that really couldn’t have been avoided with every year that he grew more and more famous. A day never seemed to pass before I saw his face somewhere else and every time it happened, it reminded me of all of those forbidden thoughts I’d had as a teenager. Now, here in the car tonight, I asked myself if it was possible that it had been love at first sight.
Putting words to that which had been growing in my mind, I silently wished, please, don’t make it wrong, just stay for the night. Together, all my senses began to work and I felt my body start to crave the thing I’d missed for so long. Maybe this is what my restless nights have tried to tell me I needed all along. When the silent and unspoken heat had worked up a thick fog in the car, I couldn’t control myself anymore and I blurted out, “All I wanna do is make love to you. Say you will. You want me, too.”
He turned in his seat to look at me directly. For a moment I thought I had just scared the hell out of him. Even if I couldn’t keep my feelings to myself, I didn’t know what his were. Were they as strong as mine had always been? I knew I couldn’t take back what I’d said because my feelings were so obvious, showing all over my face.
The moment I had uttered the words, I knew them to be true. All I wanted to do was make love to him. For a while, the car’s engine humming was all we heard, which started to make me a little nervous. For every silent second that passed, more and more did I think I’d stepped over the line, that everything was doomed.
When, finally, he answered my heart slowed back to a normal beat. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had lovin’ arms to hold on to in the night.”
Hearing those words, I really hoped I hadn’t done anything wrong. Looking out the windshield to see whereabouts we were, I saw that we had passed the city limits a long time ago, yet I had no desire to turn around to go to either my home or his.
“Shall we find a place to stop?” I asked and he nodded.
Not long after, we found this hotel. It lay just outside the next town over and it was known for taking great care of their guests. I knew it well, as when friends and relatives had come visiting, they stayed there. They were discreet and I knew that they would not cause any awkward moments or ask questions about us. That, of course, helped me to negate any worrisome thoughts about what I was doing with him.
Looking back, I know that we made magic that night. Everything felt so perfect, so wonderful… so right. He did everything right, managing to bring the woman out of me. He did it so many times and so easily that I wondered if I had only forgotten that I had her in me. The night seamlessly went from being a tough, restless one to one lost in the throes of wild passion.
The door barely closed behind us before our hands were reaching for each other, undressing each other one garment at a time. His still-wet clothes clapped loudly to the floor, water droplets dotting the tile around each clothing piece. My clothes fluttered slowly down to land on top of his, soaking through with the excess water from his jeans and tee-shirt. We explored each other with soft, wet hands, warm lips and tongues, and hooded eyes.
It was as if we both tried to make up for lost time, fingers eagerly flying over each other’s bodies. There seemed to be no end to the desire we shared for one another. We fell down onto the bed, my mouth fused to his, my hands stroking down his arched back, causing him to moan lowly. He knew how to touch a woman, this I could tell from the reverent way he touched me… the almost hallowed kisses we shared. How could I possibly regret any of what I did when I was treated in this way?
My hands followed his bodylines; even after years I was still amazed at the warm olive tone to his skin! I lingered a bit longer at the sun tattoo on his stomach and his navel, tracing both with my fingertips and tongue. Between the combination of my kisses and my teasing, and my hair dragging behind me, his moans grew louder and he grew harder. Sexuality thick in the air around us made it impossible to stop even if we had wanted to… but god, neither of us wanted to!
We could have gone directly to the sex, but both of us wanted to draw it out as long as possible. There was that curiosity to explore, to learn each other and how to make the most pleasure for each other. Add to that, I think that in the backs of both our minds, was the knowledge that more than likely, this was a one-time experience; we wanted to make the most of this time together… we wanted to be able to remember everything.
If I made him hotter and more eager, he wasn’t any worse for the wear as he made me writhe like a maniac, making my moans loud and plaintive. Every kiss he gave me, every caress laid to my skin; I could feel that he knew what it meant to me. Too soon, I was brought to the very edge, and it was hard to wait for him to join our bodies, hard to wait for him to join me in the ultimate release. Although, I had to admit the wait was worth every single second of euphoric torture. It was so perfect, so right.
When we finally climaxed together, he fell to my left side, both of us panting, looking lovingly on each other’s faces, trying to catch our breaths and gain back some of our strength. It wasn’t long before either of us could keep from touching the other and so began our second lovemaking.
As before, we took our time and it ended up as magnificent as the first. During the time it took the earth and sky to assert itself, I let my fingers follow his body now slick with sweat instead of rain. There were a few places I lingered longer - the thin line of hair below his navel… down the scar on his spine. I wove my fingers through his curly hair, placing kisses wherever I wanted to devour him. He let his hands smooth over my body as well, playing with my hair, tickling me slightly where he noticed I was especially sensitive.
Soon, I noticed that he’d gotten some of his strength back and since we weren’t satisfied with having made love only twice, I laughed wickedly. His need for me was visible again and I was determined to pleasure him so well that he’d have a very hard time forgetting this night. With my touches and my noises in response to his own, I managed to get him so hard that when he fell, I wasn’t able to take all of his release. Giggling quietly, I couldn’t resist from teasing him verbally when I pulled my mouth from him while he was still hitting. “You’re spilling that everywhere!”
He started to laugh at that truth, and as he lifted onto his elbows, both he and I saw the evidence of our recent pleasure ride on him, the bed and me. He turned a big smile on me as he pushed a damp curl behind his ear, “You’ve missed a spot!”
I looked back at him, confused. “What do you mean? It isn’t me that spurted my… erm… essence… all over us and the bed!”
“No, you aren’t-” He blushed, biting his lower lip hard before he continued. “- but I think that you quite possibly haven’t kissed me everywhere… buuuut, after you lick me clean, I can show you how that should be done!” he said in a matter-of-fact tone that teased at the end when his bright smile returned just before those lips descended upon my own once more.
He certainly did show me and I am positive that he didn’t miss a single inch of my skin, covering it all in licks and kisses. When he arrived at the hot place between my legs, it was his turn to make me reach heaven and “spurt my essence.”
The night turned out to be a magical one and it felt like we sang with the angels.
However wonderful it was, the next morning, I still left early while he slept. When he woke, all I’d left him was everything of me in the note on my pillow. In it I told him:
I am the flower and you are the seed.
We walked in the garden and we planted a tree.
Don't try to find me, please. Don't you dare,
just live in my memory. You'll always be there.
I didn’t turn back, choosing instead to cherish our hot night close and secret in my heart.
A few years passed before we crossed each other’s paths again. It was summertime, market and Tivoli day in the village. I was there with my family and from what I could tell, he’d come with his sisters. It was a great day, warm with sunshine and no clouds as far the eye could see. With no rain pouring down, I couldn’t hide the obvious.
He started forward to greet us, his surprise not lessened when he bent down to say “hi” to my little daughter. His friendly gaze was met by copies of his own brown eyes that looked curiously upon him. He questioned me the moment we were alone and I told him the truth, my lip quivering as I whispered, “Please, please understand: I’m in love with another man… and what he couldn’t give me… was the one little thing that you could.”
~*~*~The End~*~*~
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