The Beach

The Beach

Posted: January 20, 2006
Title: The Beach
Author: Legolas_lustin
Type: RPHet
Characters: Orlando/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not know Orlando nor did any of this really happen, only in my dreams.
Author's Notes: I wrote this a very long time ago and had a friend post it on her site, but decided to try again.

Summary: Widowed house wife meets Orlando after writing a fanfic about him.

*****

My day had been crazy. All day, I could almost feel that nice cold drink sliding its way down my throat. I hurried through my bath and got ready in record time. This was a night that was extremely well deserved. It had been years since I had had the freedom to go out and unwind and maybe even dance. Jumping into the elevator, I wondered idly if I should have thrown a condom in my purse, but then of course I wouldn't be having sex let alone some romantic interlude. Sighing, I brought myself back to reality, since I was wishing for something that wasn't going to happen. It had been three years since I had had any sort of interlude, let alone a romantic one, not since...Colin.

Visibly shaking myself out of the thoughts that were carrying me away, I looked up. Two little boys were looking at me, wondering why I was still standing in the stopped elevator. I smiled in response and hurried out across the lobby to the curb to await the taxi. In Las Vegas, you could always count on a prompt taxi in the city that never sleeps. When the taxi showed up, I asked the driver where the best club was. He quickly said The Beach nightclub. I asked him to drive me there and come back if he was still on shift in four hours. He said he would be, and that it wouldn't be a problem.

After tipping him rather generously, I waved goodbye and looked at the club. It did indeed look like a real hot spot. After being carded, I was shuffled along with the crowd inside. Letting my eyes adjust, I noticed the large bar to one end and a stage of some sort with a drunken lady doing body shots with a few men. I chuckled to myself, wondering if I was bound to get that drunk tonight.

I slid through the crowd, keeping my eyes on the bar. I wasn't ready to be that brave yet. Being shy by nature didn't mix well with an unexplored wild streak. Finally making it to the bar, I ordered myself a shot of tequila and a Bud Light, which are my personal favorites as far as drinks go.

Sitting there alone, I tasted the hot burn of the tequila before quenching it with my beer. Slowly drinking my cold beer, I decided it was time to brave the masses, so to speak. Getting up, I ordered another shot and had my beer topped off. Head down and concentrating on my drinks, I turned to look for an empty table.

"Oh, bloody hell!" The curse came out of nowhere. A pair of darkly tanned hands grabbing me around the arms quickly followed this.

So startled was I that it had not quite registered yet that my cold beer now covered my chest. Gasping in surprise, I let out a little squeak and then looked up at the face that belonged to those hands. I almost dropped my drinks completely. Before me was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. His lips were moving, but I wasn't hearing him. He leaned in closer and spoke next to my ear.

"Are you OK? You're drenched."

Looking down, I swore under my breath but looked back up and smiled. "Oh, it's OK. I don't mind being wet."

After the words escaped my mouth, I could have bitten my tongue. A wide grin spread across his face, and his eyes twinkled at me.

"What I mean is that I don't mind being wet when it's an accident. I mean, that is umm, It's OK... really, it's not a big deal. I'll get a towel," I stammered.

Smiling, he offered to get one for me and quickly leaned over towards the bar. While he wasn't looking, I hurriedly tried to collect myself. I hadn't been this tongue-tied in so long, and I felt like a complete ninny.

I looked up at him and smiled as he handed me a towel. He was still smiling and looking at me with those sexy eyes, before leaning close to my ear.

"What's your name? Would you let me buy you a drink?"

I nodded my head. "I would like that."

He ordered two shots and two beers. Handing mine to me, he gently grabbed my elbow and led me towards a corner table. Sitting down, he asked me again what my name was.

"My name is Bren," I replied.

The corner was a lot quieter than the bar had been, and I could actually hear and be heard without screaming or having to be so close to him, although I kind of liked when he talked next to my ear. That warm breath sent chills down my spine. I thanked him for the drink and told him it really hadn't been necessary to buy me one but, he said it was his pleasure. Smiling in return I raised my shot glass. "Cheers," I said.

He in turn did the same. I decided I would indeed need a little more liquid courage, if I were going to chat with this sexy man. I was so nervous that I almost choked on my drink, coughing and sputtering. He reached over and slapped my back. Laughing, he asked if that was the first time I had drunk tequila?

*****

Finally getting my breath back, I laughed shakily. "No, it wasn't," I replied, forcing myself to calm down and stop being so nervous. I looked at him to see he was studying me also. It occurred to me that he looked a lot like Orlando Bloom. Heck, with that accent and his deep brown eyes he could definitely be a stunt double or something for Orlando. I leaned forward and told him what I had been thinking.

He looked pleased. "Do you really think so?" he asked, smiling. "Well, what would you do if I was really him?"

Laughing lightly now that I had relaxed, I smiled. "Oh, I don't know. I would probably be drooling and not be able to do much of anything." Then, leaning forward, I confided with a giggle that I was totally in lust with the actor.

He threw his head back and laughed. "So you're in lust with him, are you? Then wouldn't it be your dream come true to meet him or at least have a drink with him, maybe a dance?"

I smiled at the thought. "That would be the greatest pleasure, but I would probably be too shy. If I was to have a drink with him, I would undoubtedly choke or spill it on myself."

Chuckling, he reminded me that that's what I had indeed done already.

"Maybe I am prone to acting like a ninny in front of all men," I blushed, still smiling.

He leaned closer to me and asked me where I was from.

"The end of the earth, better known as Utah. I'm just here visiting." I went on to say that I was a widowed mom of three. The whole time I spoke, I kept taking secretive glances of him. He truly was beautiful. Those eyes were a rich chocolate color with heated gold in them. His hair looked so soft, and I wondered briefly how it would feel in my hands or how his hands would feel in mine. Blushing, I felt heat rise up my neck. I was hoping he hadn't noticed the sudden rapid rise and fall of my chest or the quickened breath. He was making me throb with an unknown feeling and almost making me dizzy.

He asked me to dance and I declined, telling him I had two left feet. He ignored my denial and instead stood up and offered me his hand, knowing I would not refuse a second time.

*****

We walked out onto the dance floor hand in hand, his so warm against my slightly chilled and certainly shaking one. He turned toward me and spun me around lightly. He was a smooth dancer. He whispered soft words of encouragement in my ear while he wrapped his arm ever so snugly around my waist. I leaned my head on his shoulder and thought, oh my God, can this really be happening? A man that looks and sounds like Orlando Bloom, and he is dancing with me?

As the dance ended, he led me back to the table. We talked a bit more, and then I realized I still did not know his name.

"OK, you have me at a disadvantage. I am afraid either I wasn't listening, or you still haven't given me your name yet," I said with a smile.

He looked at me, cracked a smile, and said, "I'm afraid you will stop talking to me," he paused to wink, "if I tell you my name."

I laughed and said, "Um, let me guess. You're really Orlando just slumming for a wild weekend." Giggling, I added, "And you're secretly hoping to hook up with a widowed mother of three."

He kept smiling and nodded slowly. I looked at him, still half-smiling. "Really? Prove it," I said defiantly, sticking my tongue out at him, finally feeling the liquid courage I'd consumed.

Getting to his feet, he pulled out his wallet and flipped it open for me to view. I nearly stopped breathing for a second or two. I looked up from his wallet to his face and back again, the color draining from my face. It was then that I realized I was sitting with Orlando Bloom. He leaned forward and grabbed my hand, bringing it to his lips.

"At your service," he said and kissed it.

(4)

I know my breathing stopped completely because it seemed as if the whole world stopped turning. Taking a deep breath, I gave him what I hoped was a confidant smile. "Well, then let the drooling begin," I said with a wink.

I had never been so overwhelmed in my life. My heart was hammering and my head was spinning. Was this really happening? Was I really sitting there drinking and dancing with him? It couldn't be. This was stuff of dreams but yet...there it was!

Deciding that I seriously needed a bathroom break, I excused myself and rushed to the restroom. After making it to the restroom, I locked myself in a stall. Closing the lid, I practically collapsed on it. God, I thought to myself, I should have definitely taken more time dressing. Gathering my courage, I rinsed my face off with cool water and headed back out to the table. I was still not sure how I was going to talk to him. As I got closer to the table, I noticed it was empty. I heaved a sigh of disappointment and turned to scan the room. He was there, smiling at me and carrying two fresh drinks. Smiling up at him, I thanked him for the drink.

"Are you still going to drool or have we progressed?" he asked me in that soft accent of his.

"Yes, we have. I think I may actually get a full sentence out this time," I replied with a laugh.

We had just sat down again when he looked at his watch. I heard him curse under his breath, and I asked him what was wrong. He told me that he had to go and that he was late for a promo thing at MGM. Standing, he bent down and kissed my cheek.

"Bren, this has been lovely. Thank you for a breath of fresh air," he whispered into my ear. He then headed for the door.

I watched his back, thinking that God had never made a more perfect male body. My heart hammered wildly in my chest. I kept thinking to myself, I can't believe this. I'm watching Orlando Bloom walk away from me, and I didn't even get an autograph. Just when I started to look away I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked up and there he was, rushing back across the room right towards me. He got to the table and quickly leaned down and gave me a swift soft kiss. A small sigh escaped my lips as I asked, "aren't you going to be late?" He smiled and shrugged. "Actually, I was wondering if you had any plans for the evening?"

******

Looking confused I shook my head. "No, why?"

The night had already exceeded all my wildest dreams, but then he held out his hand. "Bren, would you do me the honor of being my date?"

Not quite believing I had heard him right, I stuttered, "You want me? I mean for your date, that is?"

Nodding his head he softly said please. Looking into those deep brown eyes, not trusting myself to speak, I laid my hand in his and nodded my ascent.

As we walked to the door, I couldn't stop fidgeting. He looked down at me. "What's wrong, Bren? Why are you fussing? You look beautiful."

I tried to manage a smile. "But Orlando, I am still all wet."

His gaze dropped to my chest. "Aww, well, yes, you are."

"Maybe we can stop by my room?" I tentatively suggested. Looking at me with a half grin he said, "of course, we can. What hotel are you in?"

"The Stratosphere," I told him. "I'm actually in a suite there. I won the room."

Still walking out the door, he asked me how I had done that. Sheepishly, I mumbled I wrote a fanfiction online and won an all expense paid weekend for it.

Impressed, he asked me what it was about.

"You," I said in a quiet voice.

He threw his head back and laughed. "You're kidding me, right?"

I shook my head, blushing to the roots of my hair. "No," I replied.

He threw his arm around me and laughed as he guided me to his rental car. We made it to the hotel, still arm in arm. As we crossed the lobby, he stopped suddenly and turned us towards the gift shop. He looked through the window and pointed out a dress. "You're a size 7, right?"

"Yes, thanks to Tai-Bo," I responded in shock. Giggling, I started doing one of the kick punches. He squeezed my hand and told me he would be right back. I watched him through the window as he bought a slinky pale green silk dress with a slit up the left side. He turned and headed out of the store.

******

Seeing him coming out, I met him at the door. He grabbed my arm and led me toward the elevator with his arm around my shoulder. "I know you will look fantastic in this, plus I am the one who ruined your dress, so I figured I owe you one."

I told him he was being way too nice. He shrugged and squeezed my shoulder tighter. Smiling, I led him to my room and offered him a drink as I excused myself to change. He sat down on my bed and kept talking. I left the bathroom door open so I could hear him clearly. He asked me about my story, and I explained it was a love story, a chance meeting that ended up in everlasting friendship and mutual love. Laughing, I explained how much I really did love his talent, and I couldn't get enough of his movies.

I came out of the bathroom and turned my tanned back to him. "Would you mind?"

Jumping up, he crossed the room. I felt his hands touch my shoulders. As he lifted my hair, his breath touched the back of my neck.

"Thank you," I said, slightly breathlessly. My knees almost buckled when I felt his warm lips touch my skin below my ear.

"Bren, you are so beautiful, you make my heart beat faster and my blood rush," he whispered, his lips touching my ear.

Then I leaned back into his chest and shivered. Never had a kiss so innocent felt so sweet or sensual. Wrapping his arms about me, I felt the hardness of his chest, the steel of his arms and the desire that was building in him for me. His left hand slid from my waist to snugly cover my right breast. I moaned out loud and a purr came from deep in my throat, as he gently squeezed, testing the weight of it in his hand.

Turning in his arms, I looked up at him and knew in that moment that I was lost. Leaning down, he touched his lips softly to mine. Sighing, I wrapped my arms around his neck and drew him down closer, parting my lips to deepen the kiss. God, he tasted so sweet. His tongue darted in and out at a steady pace, and his hand still upon my breast teased the now taut nipple.

Leaning into him, moaning his name, I felt heat spread through my body, my nether lips suddenly slick with my rising passion.

*****

I couldn't seem to get close enough to him or taste enough of him. I knew I wanted him to make love to me. I felt his hands rise to my shoulders and then my dress slid slowly down my arms. Shifting a little to help the dress to slide, I looked into his face. He was watching the dress slither its way down my body, and he drew in a unsteady breath.

"I want you," he half moaned. "You are lovely."

Looking down, I tried to see myself though his eyes. I slowly reached out to touch him, running my hands down his chest. He stood there and let me take my time undressing him. He wore a pull-on short-sleeved sweater, and he raised his arms for me. I took it off, kissing his collarbone as I did.

I breathed in deep. He smelled so great. Not of a cologne or anything, just his own scent that was clean and alluring. He leaned down and kissed me and then ran his tongue down my neck to my breast. I felt his warm lips suckle my taut nipple in his mouth. I arched my back to let him have better access. I wanted to scream with pleasure as my hands found there way to his hair, which was so soft between my fingers.

Kneeling down before me, he slid my panties to the floor. I was slick and ready for him, but he teased me more. Parting my lips with his fingers, he ran his tongue over the swollen nub of my clit. With my hands still buried in his hair, I moaned his name and begged him to let me touch him like he was touching me. He leaned back and looked at me, his mouth moist with my juices.

I dropped to my knees and unbuttoned his pants, releasing his hard cock for my view. It was so perfect, thick and long, yet I knew it would fit perfectly inside me. I bent to take him into my mouth, moaning softly as I took his whole length in. He filled my whole mouth and touched the back of my throat, making me purr all the more. Stroking his cock with my hand all the while, my mouth sucking and purring around him, I could feel him getting larger in my mouth.

Knowing he was bound to cum, he suddenly moved to cover my body with his. I felt his hot velvety tip rub against the entrance to my slick, swollen lips. He slid in so deep and complete it made me arch against him, taking him deeper and harder. Thrusting, I felt myself quiver and start to explode around him.

Rubbing my clit, I made myself wait for what I knew would be the best release I was sure to have. Feeling him start to clench his toes and stiffen up, I knew he was about to cum. I made sure I held him tight. Indeed I felt every last quiver as his hot seed poured into me.

When I could think again my only thought was, OH, MY GOD! I HAVE SLEPT WITH AN ANGEL!

"No, baby I'm not the angel, you are," he softly exclaimed a few moments later.

My last thought before drifting off to sleep was wondering if I had actually spoken my thought aloud.

*****

I awoke the next morning certain that I had dreamt the whole encounter, but when I rolled over my eyes rested on the note. It was lying gracefully on my pillow.

Bren,

You are amazing. I truly hope I can call on you again.

Yours always,
Orlando

*****

THE END

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