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Chapter 9 . . . . For the last time, NO I WILL NOT MAKE OUT WITH YOU

Of love, said I? With a sigh. Truly this is the way to die. The man I love, the place I live, with so much love, for both to give. And when the day come to an end, shall we go back to being friends again?

The poem was repeating itself in my mind. I had no idea where it was from, but it was the background for an interesting dream of blue skies and green ocean stretching out farther than my gaze. I dreamt of a beach and a man with dark brown hair and soulful brown eyes. I dreamt of watching the day go by in a matter of minutes, but not one single bit of the importance in those minutes was lost one me. The message was clear as the sunset and we hugged good-bye. Time was running out.

A phone was ringing, somewhere around the vicinity of my forehead. I groan and rolled, trying to get it and stop the evil noise, but I was stopped by a very large, very sleeping body. I smiled, opening my eyes just a little. He was still there. It hadn't been a dream or an overactive daydream. He was in my bed.

The phone was still ringing. Muttering a curse, I propped myself carefully over Orlando and reached for the receiver. "Hello? Mortensen residence."

"Hello? Is this Laura?" The caller was decidedly German, and sounded pretty important. I climbed over Orli and practically fell to the floor with an ungraceful thump. I winced and looked at Orlando, but he just grabbed my pillow and hugged that. So easily replaced . . . hmmm. I remembered that I hadn't given the person on the other line an answer.

Padding silently and quickly to the door, I slipped into the hallway. "Yes, this is Laura."

"This is Dominic Monaghan calling."

The name didn't sound familiar at all. But, for all I knew it could have been one of Viggo's art friends. "Um, Viggo's not home right now. He's at hi-"

The man cut me off, rudely. "I know. He's the one I got this number from. I'm from the movie. I'm looking for Orlando." I looked guiltily at the shut door. "I can't seem to find him anywhere. He's not at his hotel and he's not answering his cell phone. Viggo said he might be with you." He took a deep breath after his long rushed speech. Something important was happening.

"Yeah. He's here." I swallowed hard. I didn't want to lose Orlando. Not now, not to some stupid movie. I loved him!

"Well, I need to talk to him." I took a deep breath myself. They were going to call him back to the set. I could feel it in my heart, and it felt like shit.

"Okay. Let me go wake him up." He mumbled something about sleeping past noon as I crept back into the bedroom.

He was still sleeping, like an angel. A dark angel of course. I couldn't see him any other way. I loathed to disturb his peace and I had half a mind to hang up on this Dominic guy, but I knew that I would get Orlando in trouble, and I did not want that.

He moaned once when I placed my cool hand on his forehead, but his eyes blinked open with the kiss that I gave him. "Orli. You have a phone call."

He glared up at me, then at the phone that I held in my hand. He grumbled a bit before taking the cordless from me. "What." His tone was far from nice. "Oh, sorry Dom. It's a bit early for calling a mate when he's in the arms of a woman." His tone immediately turned sweet again and he winked at me as he said that last part. I giggled and sat on the bed, trying to listen, but not eavesdrop. "Now? But they said we'd have two days. It's only been one." He rubbed his head and his eyes, trying to get the sleep out of them. He shook his head as Dominic's voice raised in volume over the phone. "Dom, they can't do this!" He looked at me pleadingly.

I sat down next to him and smiled. He put a hand on my face and ran his fingers through my unbrushed hair. I leaned unconsciously into his hand, smiling. "Okay. Okay. I'll be on the plane in a half hour. Yeah, bye."

He sighed and dropped the phone on the bed, his hand dropping from my face as well. "You have to go back?" My voice was quivering uncontrollably. I felt like I was going to cry.

He nodded, his eyes regarding the carpet with interest. A tear dripped from my eye and I wiped at it hastily. He looked up at me, seeing the movement, and caught a glimpse of another tear as it slipped out.

"Aw love. Don't cry. I'll see you soon even if I have to leave the set to do it. I'm not giving up on this." He came close and pulled me into his arms. I went willingly, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I won't give up on us." He kissed my cheek softly. "I can't give up on us." Gently prying my arms from around his neck, he placed my hands in my lap. "But, I do need to go."

I sniffled once, wiping my dripping nose with the back of my hand. This was inevitable. Whether it was that day or the next, I knew that I couldn't hold on to him forever. He had a job, and it would have been selfish of me to get in the way of that job. I couldn't have done that to him. He cupped my chin, bringing my gaze from the wall to his face. He had moisture gathering in his own eyes. If he started to cry, I would never be able to let go. "Hey, I love you." He smiled gently. He did love me. I hadn't dreamed it up.

I nodded. "I know. And I love you." His grin exploded on his face and the shimmer of white teeth and perfect lips was almost too much to bear. I would miss him with my heart and soul. "I'm going to miss you so much."

"I'll call, I promise." We were left sitting there, with nothing to say, but what was in our hearts, which was too much to take at that moment. His hand came once again to my face, and I turned my head, kissing his palm. He replaced his hand with his mouth and we shared one last moment of heaven before he broke away and started to get dressed.

He dressed silently, not even daring a glance in my direction. It broke my heart to see him walk out of my bedroom in search of his shirt. I sat on the bed, lost in thoughts of the last few hours in his arms. God, we had been so close to going one-step further, and I realized that it was probably a good thing. He never ceased to amaze me with his ways and his sounds. Shakespeare came to mind. `Oh how I compare thee to a summer's day.' I groaned at my stupidity and pushed off the bed, intent on seeing off Orlando.

He was on the kitchen phone, making airline reservations. He smiled when I came in, making a bee-line for the fridge. Hanging up, Orli came and stood in front of me. Some of the buttons were missing from his shirt. I smiled, fingering the seam. He looked down and grinned. "You were a bit anxious love. Wickedly so."

The laugh started low in my chest, near my stomach. I tried to hold it in a be solemn about the situation, but soon it bubbled out in loud, wheezing gasps and I did something that i had tried to avoid doing for years. I snorted.

Orlando started laughing at the snort and soon we were a puddle of laughing, giggling maniac on the floor of the kitchen. I couldn't stop laughing and snorting and soon he was snorting as well. We made an amusing pair, just lying on the floor.

The laughs died away and we slowly composed ourselves, pulling our still laughter-weak bodies from the hardwood floor. Looking into his eyes, I knew that this was real. This feeling inside was true. It was real. And that was the best part of all.

His deadline was imminent. WE both knew.

I hugged him for the last time far a while. I kissed him for the last time for a while. But, not for the last time. No, not for the last time.

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