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Chapter 16: Rebound
Orlando lost himself in Reilly's kiss, unconsciously leaning into it and closing his eyes, tightening his arms around her waist. He breathed in slowly and opened his eyes when she pulled back. She was still looking at him in that way…up through her eyelashes, with her head slightly lowered. Her dark blue eyes looked almost black in the soft lighting, and there were shadows on her cheeks…all in all, she looked…far less innocent than usual. Orlando pulled her to him again, desperate to feel her lips on his. She let him, running her tongue over his teeth and then softly biting at his lower lip as they broke apart a second time, breathing heavily. Then, with a wicked gleam in her eye, she slipped out of his arms and hoisted herself out of the hottub and ran down to the other end of the poolhouse. Orlando's eyes widened in disbelief and he followed.
"Reilly? Um, what are you doing?" he asked, when she resurfaced from her dive into the deep end of the pool. Smiling at him, she swam back over to the side where he stood, placing her elbows on the tile at the edge and resting her chin on her hands. "Just cooling off," she replied lightly. "It was getting a little…hot…in there." Orlando's face fell. "Oh," he replied, trying not to sound disappointed. Then what the hell was that? He thought to himself. "So you…want to be cooled off then?" he asked. Reilly nodded. "Of course!" Then she pushed herself up with her arms, lifting herself, dripping, out of the pool, and sat on the side with her legs in the water. "So I can get warmed up again," she looked up at him with a teasing smile, and he relaxed and laughed lightly. Tease, he thought to himself, then lowered himself to the ground and kissed her again, long and deep. Reilly ran her hands through his hair and over his back, pulling him closer and closer, and then he suddenly felt himself hit the icy water of the pool.
"Reilly!" He came up sputtering, and glared at Reilly as she sat watching him and laughing hysterically. "Aw, I'm sorry," she replied, and was on him in a second, grabbing his face and taking his breath away, all of the sexual tension that had built up between them over the past few months beginning to leak out. Running his hands up underneath the back of her bathing suit, Orlando moved the two of them into the shallower water and stood up under the fountain so that water fell all around them but not on them. The water was partway up his chest and still covered Reilly to her chin. She had her arms wrapped around his neck and her face was so close to his he could taste her even when he wasn't. "Reilly," he breathed, staring down into her eyes. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do that?" She smiled at him. "I can feel your heart beating," she replied. He wasn't surprised, he could pretty much hear it himself. She leaned into him, kissing his neck, and then as if as an afterthought, she pulled back with that same wicked light in her eyes and hurried out of the pool. Orlando's jaw dropped. This was getting ridiculous. "Reilly!" he yelled after her as she ran out the poolhouse door and across the yard. Shaking his head, he picked up his clothes and followed her.
"Reilly? Ri? Where are you?" Orlando crept quietly down the hallway Reilly's bedroom was in, whispering her name. Where the hell did she go? He kind of liked this game…well, more so he just liked the fact that Reilly had made the first move. Moving a hand to turn her bedroom doorknob, he was shocked to feel arms wrap around him from behind and pull him into the room across the hall. Make that the first two moves, he thought to himself with a smile as he looked around the laundry room. Stepping up, Reilly rested her hands on his chest, pushing him back slowly until he was backed up against the washing machine. "Oh, Ri," he pretended to be disappointed. "How cliché." She just grinned at him, and was on him again and he had nothing more to say. She kissed him desperately, hard and passionately, and her fingers clawed a bit at his back. She's rough, he though to himself. I like it. Moving from his mouth to his neck she bit a little and he had to use full restraint to keep quiet. And then…she moved down his chest and then his stomach, looking up at him briefly when she reached the waistband of his shorts, and without a word she tugged them down, grasping his hips and taking him in her mouth. His knees buckling, he gripped the washing machine behind him and bit his lip to keep from crying out as he felt himself come undone. It almost worked, he thought, as a strangled moan escaped his lips. Reilly stood up and looked at him almost pleadingly, then took his hand and led him across the hall.
Orlando immediately lifted her off her feet and placed her on her back on her bed, tearing furiously at the wet bathing suit top clinging to her skin. Finally getting it off he advanced with a fire to match her own, running his hands over her as he kissed behind her ears and her neck. Making his way down his fingers found the strings of her bikini bottom at her hips and he untied them quickly, then returned her earlier favor as her back arched against her bed. Finally lifting his head he met her eyes, shining in the dark, and kissed her once before asking…"do we need…?" She shook her head. "No, I'm on…" she didn't need to finish the sentence, and he was in in one thrust and he finally heard her scream his name as he had always dreamed.
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Orlando woke up to find the space next to him vacant, and looked confusedly at the alarm clock beside him. 3:46. Sitting up, he stared at where Reilly had fallen asleep curled in his arms, then slipped quietly out of the bed. Bright moonlight was streaming in through the veranda door off the room, and he saw a slight figure sitting in the corner of the balcony.
"Reilly?" he stepped outside and looked at her. She was facing out into the darkness, just staring. Her knees were curled up to her chin and she had her arms wrapped around them. He couldn't see her face. "Reilly…" he tried to think of something to say. "Reilly, what are you doing? It's bloody freezing out here…it feels like it's going to snow." He watched her shivering in her cotton pajama pants and tee-shirt. When did she put those on? "Going to?" she spoke up, and following her gaze he could see the tiny flakes falling in the stream of moonlight. "You should come back inside," he told her quietly, a sick feeling passing through him. She turned to face him, and he wished she hadn't. She had been crying, and the tearstains on her cheeks were like a knife through the heart. Looking at him with wide, glazed eyes she stood. "Yeah." Brushing past him, she walked back inside and made her way across the room and into the bathroom. Orlando sat on the bed, and listened as the water continued to run. And run. And run. She's washing me off of her, he thought to himself bitterly. She wants me off. He wanted to leave. She doesn't want me here anyway. But I can't just leave. You don't just leave. Orlando's head was spinning. What the hell is happening?
The bathroom door opened and Orlando reflexively stood up. Reilly stood before him in her cotton pants and a tank top this time. What's with the outfit changes? Orlando thought to himself irrelevantly. He was trying to think of anything but the way Reilly was staring at him. Her hair was so dark when it was wet, and so long. Gazing up at him with those eyes of hers, she spoke.
"I'm sorry," she said simply. Orlando stared at her. "Why are you apologizing?" He asked, realization washing over him as she looked down and failed to respond. "Oh," he said, his tone hurt and bitter. "You weren't apologizing…you're saying you're sorry it happened. Sorry for you." He said accusingly, and felt bad for a moment before realizing that he had meant it as an accusation. She met his gaze. "Orli…we shouldn't have…I don't…" she looked helpless, not oblivious to the fact that she was crushing him. His eyes burned with pain, and it was hurting her to look at them. Dammit, she thought, feeling tears welling up in her eyes. What did I do? And I hate crying! She felt herself getting angry, and heard her voice raising as she spoke again. "I just can't…I can't be that…" she trailed off, searching furiously for what she meant, because she herself wasn't even sure. This was all wrong. "Orli, I love you…but I don't love you…" she began to speak again, rapidly. "And this should be ok, because I'm not one of those sex has to equal being in love people, except sometimes you have to look at it that way because there are other people involved…and they can get hurt…and so it's not ok…" she was babbling, and Orlando looked at her in dismay. "Other people? How is this about anyone else? This is about you and me, Reilly, no one else…" Reilly looked at him. "Yes," she finally agreed flatly. "It is. It's about me. And it's wrong, because if this were to go the way you think it's supposed to, I'd just be 'that girl with Orlando Bloom' and that's not enough! Don't you see…that's all it would be to me…" she stopped, breathless, and then a wave of shock hit her as she registered the words she had spoken. She had meant them…but not. She just didn't care about him like THAT…that's all she meant. Why did he have to care more about her? Why did it have to come out like that? Why can't I help hurting people I love? Reilly's thoughts swam frantically around her mind, crashing painfully into one another. Blinking, Orlando shook his head and stared at her. "Do you know what I would have given to just be that guy with Reilly Scott? I didn't need any more." He turned to leave, stopping in his tracks as he realized the door was already opened, a shirtless Dom and Billy standing before them.
"I think you thought you were speaking more quietly than you were," Billy stated, his voice low and steady, as Dom stood beside him and stared silently at his two friends. They were both crying. He wanted to cry too…but why? He shook his head. Orlando spoke. "How much did you hear?" his voice was lilting. Billy moved to respond, but Dom beat him to it. "Oh, I'd say had we just been a few minutes earlier we would have been able to catch the end of the ridiculous display of rebound fucking!" Billy drew in his breath sharply. "Dom…" he said quietly, as Dom watched the reaction to his words, shocked. Orli looked sick as the idea made its first appearance in his mind, and his eyes glittered impossibly as he looked to Reilly, whose fresh tears streamed freely down her cheeks. "No," she shook her head desperately. "No…it wasn't…no…" Orli turned and brushed between Billy and Dom as he left. Reilly turned away, burying her face in her hands. Dom watched her. She was trembling. She was so small. He couldn't think. Billy nodded to him, and he met his friend's eyes helplessly and shook his head. He couldn't go to her. Turning quickly, he went to find Orli.
Reilly dazedly walked back out onto her veranda and sat with her back against the house, staring into the darkness once again. It was freezing. She didn't feel it. She didn't feel anything…she was numb…except for this ache. It was so dull, she could feel it suffocating her. What have I done?
"Reilly." A voice spoke from above her, and she turned her face slowly upward, her reflexes useless in her daze. Billy sat down beside her, placing her yellow fleece blanket around her. Her eyes stung again as she felt the softness around her. Why is he being nice to me? She looked up at him, crestfallen. "You don't have to stay with me, Billy," the words came out as a whisper, though she had used all the effort she could find to get them out. Billy nodded. "I know," he answered quietly, putting his arm around her. "I know." He held her against him, gently stroking her hair as she cried herself to sleep with silent tears, and then he carried her back inside.
~dom+billy+orli= not mine~
Chapter 16: Rebound
Orlando lost himself in Reilly's kiss, unconsciously leaning into it and closing his eyes, tightening his arms around her waist. He breathed in slowly and opened his eyes when she pulled back. She was still looking at him in that way…up through her eyelashes, with her head slightly lowered. Her dark blue eyes looked almost black in the soft lighting, and there were shadows on her cheeks…all in all, she looked…far less innocent than usual. Orlando pulled her to him again, desperate to feel her lips on his. She let him, running her tongue over his teeth and then softly biting at his lower lip as they broke apart a second time, breathing heavily. Then, with a wicked gleam in her eye, she slipped out of his arms and hoisted herself out of the hottub and ran down to the other end of the poolhouse. Orlando's eyes widened in disbelief and he followed.
"Reilly? Um, what are you doing?" he asked, when she resurfaced from her dive into the deep end of the pool. Smiling at him, she swam back over to the side where he stood, placing her elbows on the tile at the edge and resting her chin on her hands. "Just cooling off," she replied lightly. "It was getting a little…hot…in there." Orlando's face fell. "Oh," he replied, trying not to sound disappointed. Then what the hell was that? He thought to himself. "So you…want to be cooled off then?" he asked. Reilly nodded. "Of course!" Then she pushed herself up with her arms, lifting herself, dripping, out of the pool, and sat on the side with her legs in the water. "So I can get warmed up again," she looked up at him with a teasing smile, and he relaxed and laughed lightly. Tease, he thought to himself, then lowered himself to the ground and kissed her again, long and deep. Reilly ran her hands through his hair and over his back, pulling him closer and closer, and then he suddenly felt himself hit the icy water of the pool.
"Reilly!" He came up sputtering, and glared at Reilly as she sat watching him and laughing hysterically. "Aw, I'm sorry," she replied, and was on him in a second, grabbing his face and taking his breath away, all of the sexual tension that had built up between them over the past few months beginning to leak out. Running his hands up underneath the back of her bathing suit, Orlando moved the two of them into the shallower water and stood up under the fountain so that water fell all around them but not on them. The water was partway up his chest and still covered Reilly to her chin. She had her arms wrapped around his neck and her face was so close to his he could taste her even when he wasn't. "Reilly," he breathed, staring down into her eyes. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do that?" She smiled at him. "I can feel your heart beating," she replied. He wasn't surprised, he could pretty much hear it himself. She leaned into him, kissing his neck, and then as if as an afterthought, she pulled back with that same wicked light in her eyes and hurried out of the pool. Orlando's jaw dropped. This was getting ridiculous. "Reilly!" he yelled after her as she ran out the poolhouse door and across the yard. Shaking his head, he picked up his clothes and followed her.
"Reilly? Ri? Where are you?" Orlando crept quietly down the hallway Reilly's bedroom was in, whispering her name. Where the hell did she go? He kind of liked this game…well, more so he just liked the fact that Reilly had made the first move. Moving a hand to turn her bedroom doorknob, he was shocked to feel arms wrap around him from behind and pull him into the room across the hall. Make that the first two moves, he thought to himself with a smile as he looked around the laundry room. Stepping up, Reilly rested her hands on his chest, pushing him back slowly until he was backed up against the washing machine. "Oh, Ri," he pretended to be disappointed. "How cliché." She just grinned at him, and was on him again and he had nothing more to say. She kissed him desperately, hard and passionately, and her fingers clawed a bit at his back. She's rough, he though to himself. I like it. Moving from his mouth to his neck she bit a little and he had to use full restraint to keep quiet. And then…she moved down his chest and then his stomach, looking up at him briefly when she reached the waistband of his shorts, and without a word she tugged them down, grasping his hips and taking him in her mouth. His knees buckling, he gripped the washing machine behind him and bit his lip to keep from crying out as he felt himself come undone. It almost worked, he thought, as a strangled moan escaped his lips. Reilly stood up and looked at him almost pleadingly, then took his hand and led him across the hall.
Orlando immediately lifted her off her feet and placed her on her back on her bed, tearing furiously at the wet bathing suit top clinging to her skin. Finally getting it off he advanced with a fire to match her own, running his hands over her as he kissed behind her ears and her neck. Making his way down his fingers found the strings of her bikini bottom at her hips and he untied them quickly, then returned her earlier favor as her back arched against her bed. Finally lifting his head he met her eyes, shining in the dark, and kissed her once before asking…"do we need…?" She shook her head. "No, I'm on…" she didn't need to finish the sentence, and he was in in one thrust and he finally heard her scream his name as he had always dreamed.
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Orlando woke up to find the space next to him vacant, and looked confusedly at the alarm clock beside him. 3:46. Sitting up, he stared at where Reilly had fallen asleep curled in his arms, then slipped quietly out of the bed. Bright moonlight was streaming in through the veranda door off the room, and he saw a slight figure sitting in the corner of the balcony.
"Reilly?" he stepped outside and looked at her. She was facing out into the darkness, just staring. Her knees were curled up to her chin and she had her arms wrapped around them. He couldn't see her face. "Reilly…" he tried to think of something to say. "Reilly, what are you doing? It's bloody freezing out here…it feels like it's going to snow." He watched her shivering in her cotton pajama pants and tee-shirt. When did she put those on? "Going to?" she spoke up, and following her gaze he could see the tiny flakes falling in the stream of moonlight. "You should come back inside," he told her quietly, a sick feeling passing through him. She turned to face him, and he wished she hadn't. She had been crying, and the tearstains on her cheeks were like a knife through the heart. Looking at him with wide, glazed eyes she stood. "Yeah." Brushing past him, she walked back inside and made her way across the room and into the bathroom. Orlando sat on the bed, and listened as the water continued to run. And run. And run. She's washing me off of her, he thought to himself bitterly. She wants me off. He wanted to leave. She doesn't want me here anyway. But I can't just leave. You don't just leave. Orlando's head was spinning. What the hell is happening?
The bathroom door opened and Orlando reflexively stood up. Reilly stood before him in her cotton pants and a tank top this time. What's with the outfit changes? Orlando thought to himself irrelevantly. He was trying to think of anything but the way Reilly was staring at him. Her hair was so dark when it was wet, and so long. Gazing up at him with those eyes of hers, she spoke.
"I'm sorry," she said simply. Orlando stared at her. "Why are you apologizing?" He asked, realization washing over him as she looked down and failed to respond. "Oh," he said, his tone hurt and bitter. "You weren't apologizing…you're saying you're sorry it happened. Sorry for you." He said accusingly, and felt bad for a moment before realizing that he had meant it as an accusation. She met his gaze. "Orli…we shouldn't have…I don't…" she looked helpless, not oblivious to the fact that she was crushing him. His eyes burned with pain, and it was hurting her to look at them. Dammit, she thought, feeling tears welling up in her eyes. What did I do? And I hate crying! She felt herself getting angry, and heard her voice raising as she spoke again. "I just can't…I can't be that…" she trailed off, searching furiously for what she meant, because she herself wasn't even sure. This was all wrong. "Orli, I love you…but I don't love you…" she began to speak again, rapidly. "And this should be ok, because I'm not one of those sex has to equal being in love people, except sometimes you have to look at it that way because there are other people involved…and they can get hurt…and so it's not ok…" she was babbling, and Orlando looked at her in dismay. "Other people? How is this about anyone else? This is about you and me, Reilly, no one else…" Reilly looked at him. "Yes," she finally agreed flatly. "It is. It's about me. And it's wrong, because if this were to go the way you think it's supposed to, I'd just be 'that girl with Orlando Bloom' and that's not enough! Don't you see…that's all it would be to me…" she stopped, breathless, and then a wave of shock hit her as she registered the words she had spoken. She had meant them…but not. She just didn't care about him like THAT…that's all she meant. Why did he have to care more about her? Why did it have to come out like that? Why can't I help hurting people I love? Reilly's thoughts swam frantically around her mind, crashing painfully into one another. Blinking, Orlando shook his head and stared at her. "Do you know what I would have given to just be that guy with Reilly Scott? I didn't need any more." He turned to leave, stopping in his tracks as he realized the door was already opened, a shirtless Dom and Billy standing before them.
"I think you thought you were speaking more quietly than you were," Billy stated, his voice low and steady, as Dom stood beside him and stared silently at his two friends. They were both crying. He wanted to cry too…but why? He shook his head. Orlando spoke. "How much did you hear?" his voice was lilting. Billy moved to respond, but Dom beat him to it. "Oh, I'd say had we just been a few minutes earlier we would have been able to catch the end of the ridiculous display of rebound fucking!" Billy drew in his breath sharply. "Dom…" he said quietly, as Dom watched the reaction to his words, shocked. Orli looked sick as the idea made its first appearance in his mind, and his eyes glittered impossibly as he looked to Reilly, whose fresh tears streamed freely down her cheeks. "No," she shook her head desperately. "No…it wasn't…no…" Orli turned and brushed between Billy and Dom as he left. Reilly turned away, burying her face in her hands. Dom watched her. She was trembling. She was so small. He couldn't think. Billy nodded to him, and he met his friend's eyes helplessly and shook his head. He couldn't go to her. Turning quickly, he went to find Orli.
Reilly dazedly walked back out onto her veranda and sat with her back against the house, staring into the darkness once again. It was freezing. She didn't feel it. She didn't feel anything…she was numb…except for this ache. It was so dull, she could feel it suffocating her. What have I done?
"Reilly." A voice spoke from above her, and she turned her face slowly upward, her reflexes useless in her daze. Billy sat down beside her, placing her yellow fleece blanket around her. Her eyes stung again as she felt the softness around her. Why is he being nice to me? She looked up at him, crestfallen. "You don't have to stay with me, Billy," the words came out as a whisper, though she had used all the effort she could find to get them out. Billy nodded. "I know," he answered quietly, putting his arm around her. "I know." He held her against him, gently stroking her hair as she cried herself to sleep with silent tears, and then he carried her back inside.