There Are Always Better Days 3/?
Author: sagaluthien
Characters: Ofc - Carolyn, Viggo, Orlando
Rating and warnings: NC-17
Word Prompt: #64 happy
Progress: 12/100
Word count: 1051
Betad: A friend
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Table: http://sagas-stories.livejournal.com/16122.html
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2
Summary: Carolyn works for a magazine and after a miss she is sent to do an interview with Viggo Mortensen. Sadly it isn’t her best day. Everything bad seems to happen to her.
Chapter 3
The next day started a lot times better than the last one had for Carolyn. She didn’t over sleep, no spills on her clothes, she didn’t forget her ticket and her boss didn’t call her into the office.
Everything seemed to go well. She did get enough peace and quiet to finish her article, even though she sometimes went back to the day before and especially to one encounter. It wasn’t that much different from any other day since she loved to fantasize about all kinds of intercourse with Orlando Bloom. Though this time she had been in close contact with him and knew how he smelled.
She did feel it was definitely a better day. The only thing that seemed to cloud it was that she hadn’t gotten the call she had waited and hoped for. When she was about to go home for the day she asked herself if she should call the hotel again or go there, go home and wait for the call or maybe take up Viggo’s offer to write to him at the address in the book she received.
Carolyn started to think that if she went there it might look like she was too eager or maybe stalking and she didn’t want that. So Carolyn did go home and wished for him to call. Maybe it was as him being too busy and not having time to call her. It must be that.
She sure was happy when she realized who the handsome man she bumped into was. Finally at home she went to her stereo and put a CD of Melanie C on. She lay down on her sofa to wait by the phone call and daydream about Orlando.
She lay there on the sofa. She didn’t wear anything more than her bra and lace panties. She was blindfolded, so she had to trust her other senses. She wasn’t alone, that she could smell in the air, since the person smelled of ‘Axe’.
He was silent, so she wasn’t sure where he was. She anticipated where he would start and with what. She thought he took an awful long time to begin.
Suddenly she felt his tongue lick over her lips. She opened them up to invite him, but he never entered. Instead he let his tongue down her chin, neck then to the edge of her bra. He followed the bra to her cleavage. Then the tongue disappeared. She grunted with it’s loss.
He took his time before he touched her again, this time with his slender fingers. He let them trace her body. She shivered under them and only wished for more. To be blindfolded made her senses different and now she understood those who said that they would be heighten.
She got a little disturbed that he kept so silent; she wanted to hear his voice. It would turn her on even more. When he got to her most sensitive spots she let out low moans. Of course they were enough to encourage him to continue to tease her.
His fingers found their way to her panties and slowly started to push them down over her hips and legs. When they were off she could feel that he guided his finger back to her middle, tracing them in her curly hair.
She wanted to shout for him to take action that she couldn’t be held on the edge anymore, but she didn’t because suddenly it was like she’d lost her voice.
A painfully long time went by before finally came close to her hot wishes. By that time she was so ready and wet.
The shrill of the phone woke her up. First somewhat disoriented it was hard to understand what had thrown her out of her dream, but when the ringing didn’t seem to stop, Carolyn figured out it was her phone.
“Hello.” She said when she finally answered after finding her wireless phone.
“Is this Carolyn Doe?” the voice on the other end asked.
In her slightly groggy state she didn’t recognize it and she replied, “Yes it’s me speaking.”
“Good. Well you left me a message so I wonder what I can help you with? Is there anything that you need to add to the interview?”
With his question she then recognized the man as Viggo. “No, it had nothing to do with the interview. It so happens that I bumped into your friend Orlando before I came up to see you and he spilled his coffee over my blouse, leaving a nasty stain, so he loan me his jacket and now I wanted to return it to him, but I didn’t get his number, it isn’t even in the jacket so now I wonder if you could help me get it to him?” Carolyn didn’t notice that she had rambled everything in one long go.
“Please, breathe girl.” Came Viggo’s voice. “I thought the jacket you had looked familiar. Of course, I’ll see what I can do. Though I think it would be better if I call him and he can call you if he’s interested in getting it back. How does that sound?”
“It is really a fine jacket and I would want to return it to him, so would you do it? I would be very happy.” Carolyn said, taken by his kindness.
“I will do what I can, though I can’t promise he’ll call back.” Viggo replied.
“I think I feel better just knowing that I at least tried. I wouldn’t want to seem like a greedy fan girl.” she said, even if a part of her felt to be just that.
“I can ensure you don’t since you are trying to return it. I’ll call him at once and like I said, you’ll just have to wait. And Good luck.” Viggo said.
“Thank you very much, Mr Mortensen. You do have my numbers so it wouldn’t be hard for him to get a hold of me.”
“Yes I do and I will give the message to Orlando. Bye Carolyn.”
Carolyn said good bye and when she had put down the phone she could feel her heart beat faster than normal. Though if it was the prospect of Orlando possibly calling her or that she had talked to Viggo again she didn’t know.
To be continued