Orlando, seeing what she was doing took his champagne glass and replied. “Viggo.”

The table nodded in agreement. “Me?” Viggo asked incredulously. “Why me?”

“Alright, Megan, it worked like this: We were filming for, I think it was Return of the King and there’s a scene where I completely take out his attackers.” Orlando replied. “And he throws this comedic hissy fit at Pete saying ‘The elf! It’s always that bloody scene-stealing elf! I’m the damn King of Gondor!’ He did that often.”

“Only to you.” Viggo replied, grinning at Orlando.

“Then again, Viggo, I’d much rather have any of the elves steal a scene from you.” Megan said cheekily. “They’re much cleaner.”

“Ah, but what about us hobbits?” Billy asked. “Nobody cares about the hobbits…”

“He’s got short-man complex, he has.” Orlando said putting on a Cockney accent.

The table was unsettlingly quiet. Megan looked at her watch. “Shit.”

“Yes?” Viggo asked, jokingly.

“It’s late. I have to work tomorrow.” Megan answered. “Oh, I am going to have a great hangover tomorrow.”

“You mean later.” Orlando replied as she got up. “Do you want me to take you home?”

“How would you do that?” Megan asked, Orlando following her. “In my car?”

Orlando thought about this. “Yes, actually. I won’t have anything to do tomorrow.”

“So basically you want to come home with me?” Megan asked, heading to the door.

“Yes.” Orlando replied simply. “I’ll sleep on the sofa, because if I sleep in your bed, you might not sleep at all.”

“Aren’t we cheeky?” Megan said, looking at Orlando, wide-eyed.

~*~

Orlando woke to smell something extremely flowery. Sitting up he tried to figure out where this smell was coming from. He looked at his lap and saw Megan’s blanket. He rubbed his eyes and went to peek in her bedroom. Empty.

“This is oddly depressing.” Orlando said to himself. The phone rang. He was a little unsure of what to do, but he picked it up anyway.

“Orlando!” Megan said happily. “Good, you’re awake. And you’re in luck.”

“Am I?” He asked, still half asleep.

“Yes, I get off early today. I’ll pick you up at one o’clock and then we can go downtown.” Megan said.

“One o’clock?” Orlando asked, looking at the time. “Alright, think we can have lunch when we meet? I don’t feel like eating now, and it’s awfully close to noon.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll go and make reservations.” Megan replied. “Do you have your clothes?”

“You really were knocked out last night weren’t you? I stopped by the hotel.” He laughed.

“Ha ha.” She said blandly. “Ah, I have to go, I have to go administer shots to each of my patients.”

“You’re evil.” Orlando joked.
“Yes, actually some call me the ‘syringe-happy’ doctor around here.” Megan replied. “Now, babe, I really have to go. Bye.”

Orlando shook his head and grinned to himself as hung up the phone. After looking around her apartment for half an hour, he decided that a shower would be quite nice.

Megan came to the apartment while Orlando was in the shower. Needing to reapply makeup, she opened the bathroom door. “You…uh, might need a towel.”

Megan said, trying hard to look at Orlando’s face.

He grinned. “Yes, a towel would be nice, I already have one behind the door thanks.”

“I’ll, just…grab my makeup.” Megan replied, moving to one corner of the bathroom. She saw out of the corner of her eye that he was just now wrapping the towel around his waist.

“You can apply your makeup without fear of poking your eyes out.” He said, grinning at her.

“Then could you lend me my penis…pencil. EYELINER pencil.” Megan replied, getting unbelievably red.

“I could lend you my penis.” Orlando said matter-of factly. “But I’ll just deal with giving you the eyeliner pencil.”

“I am so embarrassed.” She said to herself, beginning to apply the eyeliner. She finished and Orlando was already wearing pants. “So very embarrassed.”

Orland laughed and put his arms around her waist, kissing her neck. “Would you prefer it to have been the other way around?”

Megan stopped and thought about it, while also trying to get Orlando to stop kissing her neck. She was extremely ticklish there. “Actually, I like this.”

“That’s my girl.” Orlando grinned, moving away to get his t-shirt. “Megs, stop putting makeup on, you don’t need it.”

“Stop flattering me.” Megan replied.

“I’m stating the obvious.” Orlando told her. Megan raised an eyebrow and followed him outside into the front hall.

“You know how to talk to women, Mr. Bloom.” Megan replied.

“Someone as good looking as me has to be well-versed in these things.” Orlando said, proudly. Megan shook her head, grinning at him. “What? That’s the truth!”

~*~

They sat at an outdoor restaurant that afternoon and Orlando was busy eating his pasta, Megan sat poking at her shrimp scampi. “I had the most adorable new patient today.” Megan said.

“Really?” Orlando asked, looking intrigued.

“Yeah, she had the biggest green eyes and this lovely, curly hair. She’s two.” Megan said, absolutely gushing over the child.

Orlando grinned. “When do I get to see your sister Melissa?”

“Oh…god, no, please. My mother’s already on my back for not having a fiancée, at least a boyfriend, like my other cousins, if she sees you, you’re dead. And I much prefer you alive.” She grinned.

Orlando laughed. “So, speaking of which. I’m still a little fuzzy on where we stand.”

“I guess, unofficially, we’re together.” Megan replied. “With you, Mr. Bloom, I’m quite comfortable.”

“Yeah, same here. Usually if it’s a new girl, I’m very fidgety.” Orlando replied, as he twirled the last bit of pasta on his fork. “Is that a good sign?”

“Better not jinx it and leave that question unanswered.” Megan said, grinning.

“Oh, you know, I have a movie premiere, for Black Hawk Down. It’s at the opera house. Would you like to come?” He asked.

“Are you telling me I have to find a new dress?” Megan asked.

“We can go look for one, after we eat.” Orlando suggested, a hint of a grin on his lips.

“Orlando…I just finished this shrimp scampi.” Megan said. “I feel terribly large.” Orlando pouted at her as he received the check and signed off for it. “You have to ask me this after I wake up and starving.”

He helped her to her feet as they left the restaurant. “Megs, dear, you’ve got a lovely figure.” He walked down the sidewalk with his arm around her. “And besides, you’ve got a nice firm bum that I can squeeze.” Which he did promptly.

“Orlando!” Megan said, laughing into his chest. “That pinched.”

“I didn’t mean for it to hurt. When we get to your place, I’ll check for a bruise.” He grinned, kissing her forehead. They entered a store, looking at posh dresses when Orlando pushed Megan out. “Ex-girlfriend…can’t be seen.”

“Hiding right outside of the door won’t help.” Megan replied, forcing him back inside. “Act casual, she might not notice you.”

“There you go, already jinxed it.” He said, dreading meeting with his ex again.

After a few minutes the fear subsided and he was trying to help Megan decide between the black dress or the warm brown dress. “Orlando Bloom.” A shrill voice said. A shiver went up Orlando’s spine.

“Nikole.” Orlando said, turning around with a fake smile.

“Is THIS the new girl? She’s not even as tall as I was. Not as pretty.” Nikole said.

“Please, form logical sentences. I can’t follow your train of thought.” Megan said, meaning to keep it in her head.

“Do you think you are better than me?” Nikole asked.

“Yes.” Megan replied. “Actually, I know I am.”

“Why is that?” She asked. “Because you’re not a model?”

“Yes, that and I have Orlando.” Megan said with a grin. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we have to go home and have hot jungle sex.”

Megan took Orlando’s hand and brought him up to the counter with the sleeveless creamy brown dress and she paid for it, feeling vindicated. As they exited the store, Orlando tapped Megan on the shoulder and asked excitedly. “Are we really going home to have hot jungle sex?”

“I have a hot tub.” Megan answered vaguely.