Author: Joann
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: OB/OFC
Disclaimer: I still don't know or own him.
Summary: A Christmas story with a difference
Feedback: Yes, please. Feed the whore in me
Christmas Spirit
The song 'Driving Home for Christmas' had just started playing on the radio. The thought had crossed your mind on more than one occasion since setting off on this fools errand, to change the station. Only at this time of the year you know for a fact that they'll all be playing the same joyous, festive season tunes. It was pretty ironic though, that this song should be playing since you were indeed driving home for Christmas. This time last year, you would have happily sung along to the any of the songs to help you get in the mood, but it was all different this year.
This year, you don'twant to feel the joy, the love or be caring and sharing. No, this year you simply want solitude. You've had all you can take of friends and family members calling you on the phone or stopping by your place out of the blue offering their support and advice. They mean well, this you know and its not that you don't appreciate what their trying to do, but right now you just want to be left alone. After all, there is only so many times that you can smile or nod your head to the usual lines like; 'time heals all wounds or you'lll meet someone else.' How can they know these things to be true, when they hadn't experienced the kind of love you'd been given by Orlando. He didn't just say the words 'Ilove you,' like other men do. He actually showed you how much he loved you because it was there in plain view for all to see on his face, but most of all you could see it in his eyes. When you were together, it was as though the rest of the world just faded away into the background and you and him were the only people who existed. So, in a bid to escape those invitations of days or nights out and the intrusions of unwanted visitors, you have decided to go back home or at least the place you used to call home.
You roll your eyes towards the heaven as the first dust like particles of snow begins to fall and then as if to really drive the point home 'White Christmas' starts to filter from the radio. Within a matter of a couple of minutes the fine, powdery flakes grew in size and now resembled large cotton wool puffs. The light wind that was blowing, scooped them up of the ground and spun them around, making them dance before your eyes until the drifted, gracefully back down to the ground below.
Faster and faster, it falls from the sky above making it increasingly difficult for the wiper blades on your car, to keep the screen clear. You squint out in front of you, but visibility is so poor because of the dense snow that you see nothing but a blanket of white up ahead. Thankfully, you know this route by heart, which is lucky considering as your now driving virtually blind. By now the traffic has slowed to a crawl and you creep and inch your way ever closer to your intended destination. The pace of the traffic doesn't bother you, though. It not like you was rushing home to a loved one. Orlando wouldn't be there to greet you with open arms and a warm embrace. The only thing you'll find when you get there, is an apartment full of nothing but memories.
The snow continues to fall, unrelentlessly and after driving for another 30 minutes or so, you begin to feel the effects of the chilly weather conditions. First, your toes and feet go numb with the cold and it slowly spreads up your legs to the rest of your body. The funny thing was the adverse weather wasn't just affecting your body; it also seemed to be affecting your mind as well because the next thing you know, you're stood outside the door of the apartment you not so long ago shared with Orlando. Once inside you immediately notice how devoid of emotion the place has become in such a short space of time. Then again, it always felt like this when Orlando wasn't around. He had the most unique ability to bring warmth and cheer to even the dreariest of places with just a smile. You wander over to the hearth and remember how much pride you'd both taken in decorating the huge artificial Christmas tree and the mantle with various sparkling garlands the previous year. Slowly, you begin to move from room to room, reliving all the good and bad times you'd had in each and every single room and with each memory, you become more and more miserable. 'Maybe it wasn't such a good idea coming here after all' you think to yourself as you leaf through the closet in the bedroom, looking for something of Orlando's to put on, in an attempt to feel close to him once more.
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Orlando had stood, watching and waiting in the shadows for what seemed like an eternity. Not that time mattered to him anymore because since leaving her, time had become irrelevant to him. He often returned home though, on the off chance that she might come back but she never had, at least not until tonight. From his darkened corner Orlando could clearly see how the stress of the past few months had taken its toll on her, physically and it tore him up inside. Still, to him she would always be a very beautiful woman, no matter how pale or drawn she looked.
He took a step forward, desperately wanting to make his presence known, then quickly darted back when he heard her footfalls nearing the bedroom door. He was afraid of how she might react to seeing him again, but he could resist being her tonight because Christmas Eve had always been so special evening for them both when they'd been together. Orlando couldn't help but smile and felt the familiar warm sensation wash over him when he saw her emerge from the bedroom wearing one of his old checked flannel shirts.
She often used to wear his clothes, even though they were far too big for her and if he remembered correctly she had worn that particular shirt this very evening a year ago. He could also recall as though it had only happened yesterday, how they'd sat in front of the blazing fire and enjoyed unwrapping each other in every possible way before exchanging gifts with each other.
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You sit down on the fake fur rug and draw your knees up, then rest your chin upon them and stare into the empty fireplace as you float back in time. As if by magic you find yourself here, in this exact spot only it's a year earlier. You and Orlando had shared a romantic, candlelight dinner, taken a long luxurious soak in the tub and finally settled down in the same place your sat now. He'd come and sat behind you, his arms encircling your body, pulling you back against his chest. At that moment in your reverie, a stifled sob escapes from deep with in you and you ask yourself the same question you'd asked yourself a million times. Why?
The sound of your crying, draws Orlando from his hiding place, even though he know that he should remained out of sight. He?d always hated to see you unhappy and to hear you cry over now, over him was to painful to bare. In the past he'd always kissed your tears away. Why should that change now? You needed him and in return he needed to comfort you, to hold you, to feel your body close to his. Swiftly and silently, he moves and sits down behind you, instinctively wrapping his arms around your trembling body. He buries his face into your hair, as he hugs you tightly.
"Don't cry, love" he whispers softly against the nape of your neck.
You stiffen in his embrace, then relax before totally losing control of your emotions at the sound of his voice. For the first time ever, he lets you cry until your completely spent. There would be plenty of time for explanations once you'd got this out of your system. He starts to run his hands up and down your arms, long before the racking sobs subside to low sniffles.
"I never meant for this to happen or to hurt you." He says against the side of your neck, when he's sure that you are through crying and is rewarded with a soft moan.
On and on he goes, whispering all the words of love he hadn't had the chance to say before he'd left. All the while placing soft, delicate kisses on your skin as he speaks.
The words that pour from his perfect shaped rose pink lips, intermingled with his tender kisses, sends a shiver up your spine. You reach up and tangle your fingers in his thick curly mane of hair, holding his mouth against your heated sensitive skin. One of his hands comes up to cup your face and guides your head to the side. You find yourself staring into those deep, chocolate brown eyes. Now, darkened with the wanton passion that still has to be unleashed and you feel your eyes fill with yet more salty tears. The sensual anticipation builds deep within you as his mouth slowly descends to capture yours.
His lips touch yours, but it is nothing more than a teasing glance. That quickly changes, as his mouth crushes down on yours brutally, hard. His tongue immediately begins to probe at your partially parted lips, demanding access inside and you happy grant him entry. The time you've spent apart is soon forgotten, as your tongues entwine and start to dance seductively in and out of each others mouths. Hands roam under clothing and touch the familiar territory of the skin that lies beneath. Your body aches with desire and if the prominent, stiff bulge pressing up against your back is anything to go by, then Orlando had to be in agony. The embrace breaks abruptly and you both pause for a brief moment to gaze lovingly into one another's eyes before hastily removing each others clothing. Under Orlando's expert guidance your bodies ease down onto the plush rug, his big beautiful brown eyes staying firmly locked with your cobalt blues ones, constantly as you lay side by side. He props his head up on one of his hands and lowers his face to yours, then plants feather light kisses on your forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks before finally settling his mouth over yours for another searing kiss.
The slight film of sweat works as a natural lubricant as your hand glides over his silky, smooth chest towards one of his pert little nipples. Orlando mirrors your actions causing you to moan loudly and arch into his caress. He rolls the taut bud between his index finger and thumb, occasionally giving it a playful squeeze. Your hand travels lower, down over his flat, well toned stomach until it comes into contact with his rigid member. As your hand brushes against him, you feel the moisture of his pent up desire. The smile that appears on his face as you massage the pre cum into the head of his shaft seems to light up the entire room. You watch intently as his tongue slowly moves over his lips, as you life the sticky digit to your mouth to taste the sweetness that is Orlando. He mouths 'I Love You,' but before you can reply his lips claim yours once more. You roll onto your back under the force of his kiss and begin to quiver when you feel his arousal digging into your hip. His hand slides in between your bodies and heads down to the sparse patch of hairs. You legs part of their own accord at the intimate contact and his long, nimble fingers instantly tease apart your drenched folds. The groans of pleasure that escape from both of you are muffled by the ever, deepening embrace that your still lock in.
Up and down he traces his fingers, smearing your juices up towards your throbbing clit before nipping and gently squeezing your ever hardening bud until your start to thrash about wildly. Orlando knows your more than ready to accept his hard, twitching cock, but still he continues to tease and torment you by running his around your hot, wet entrance until you can stand it no more.
"Please" you rasp hoarsely
"Please, what?"he croons in reply.
"You know what," you cry desperately.
"No, tell me what you want," he growls as he plunges two fingers inside of you without warning.
"Make love to me." you beg.
The last word barely leaves your kiss swollen mouth, when he thrusts his fingers all the way inside and scissors them. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream before he removes the completely and rubs your own juices over your breasts. Orlando licks and suckles roughly on your wet breasts, grazing his teeth over each nipple before releasing it. When he's through cleaning you, he positions his slick, sweat coated body over yours and still he doesn't fill you. Preferring instead, to mix your bodily fluids together with the tip of his swollen cock and then enter you with one jerk of his hips.
He waits before moving again, whilst you wrap your legs around his waist, allowing to penetrate deeper into your wet channel. The pace he sets, is torturously slow, every stroke, deep and deliberate. You raise your hips as he pulls back slightly to maintain the contact. As your bodies work in perfect harmony, Orlando starts to devour your neck, biting and sucking on all the extremely sensitive areas. Your mind goes blank as the tension steadily builds inside of you. He grunts and groans as your velvety walls begin to clench and unclench around his thick cock.
The moment his mouth clamps down over the pulse point on your neck, you bite down on his shoulder and give yourself over to the orgasm that has been mounting. Orlando stops moving inside of you as you pump your hips furiously beneath him and unselfishly lets you have your pleasure before satisfying his own needs. You lathe the bite mark on his shoulder with your tongue to soothe the reddened skin, as you slowly float back down to earth. He begins to move again, only more purposeful, now. His thrusts get harder and faster, knowing full well that your hyper sensitised body will peak again, shortly.
A tiny river of sweat begins to trickle its way down the valley between your breasts, as his cock slips and slides in and out of you with ease. The wonderful pressure that you had just experienced moments before rapidly resurfaces and you lock your legs tighter around his body. Orlando stiffens above you and you tenderly cup his contorted face in your hands as he struggles to keep control. You lower his head until it rests against yours, then give yourself over to yet another mind blowing orgasm.
Orlando ponds away, faster and faster, screaming out your name repeatedly as he spills his thick seed deep inside of you. His cock continues to spasm and pulsate in you, as you milk him of every last drop. He collapses on top of you, totally exhausted and you remain that way for quite some time, stroking one another's faces and sharing tender kisses.
"How! I mean you - Am I dreaming?" you ask once you regain the ability to speak. Orlando lifts his head and shakes it from side to side, sadly.
"No, your not dreaming, but you have to go now before its too late." He says fighting back the tears that have welled up in his eyes.
"Why? I don't understand. I want to stay with you"
The pained look on his face on his angelic face does nothing to ease the fear that you feel creeping over you.
"You can't stay with me. " You stare at him questioningly and see the tears falling freely down his rosy cheeks. "Go now and forget about me" he sobs.
"NO" you scream.
He places a finger over your lips to silence you. "If you return to your body, you'll wake up and will be able to call for help. Please, go now"He says before taking your hand and placing it over your heart. "See, it still beats, but its only faint. If you stay much longer, you'lll die."
It all comes back to you, suddenly. You'd been reaching for the thermostat control to turn up the heater in the car, when you'd heard the squealing of brakes up ahead. Then the car had swerved out of control and that's the last thing you could remember. You take his face in your hand, again and look into his eyes. "My soul died, the day you did. I want this. Please, just hold me until its over, then nothing can ever come between us again."
Orlando didn't reply because there was nothing that he could say. It was clear in your eyes that your mind was made up and nothing he could say or do would change it, now. So, he did the only thing he could do, he kissed you and held your tightly in his arms.
"I Love You" were the last words you uttered before your heart stopped beating.
THE END
