[LYNN POV]
The annoying beep from my alarm woke me, eliciting a frustrated groan from out of my mouth. 04.30 am. I sat up slowly and rubbed my sleepy eyes, but then my lips pulled up slightly when my mind conjured the memory of last night.
It was almost absurd to me that Orlando had kissed me. And boy, wasn't he a great kisser.
I was amazed at how he managed to get me so breathless, so petrified when he kissed me and touched me like that. He made me feel as if I was going to have a heart attack, because I swear, my heart beated so fast even before he first move to lock his lips with mine.
I brought my fingers to touch my lips, reminiscing the way he kissed me so softly and tenderly at first, testing the waters, before his kiss turned searing and passionate.
Tsk... I wish he was here and kiss me again.
I was meaning to go to sleep earlier that night, but because of him, my mind was restless. Therefore, I got only three hours sleep last night.
I sighed, but with a new vigor, wanting to see him again today. I got up, although reluctantly to go to the bathroom and prepared myself for the day.
Just like every time the casts and crew were on the move to another set location, it was always hectic and disastrous. We ended up delayed about 15 minutes before everybody was set to go to the new location.
In the midst of my hectic day on set, Orlando shamelessly snaked his arms around my waist from behind and kissed my cheek in such an intimate manner. It was lovely and sweet, but the timing was awful.
I would have kissed him back if only he didn't do that when: a) I was in the middle of serious briefing that he attended late to; b) almost a dozen of key casts and crew for the next shooting was staring down at me in the middle of briefing.
I jumped, startled, in a not so graceful way, resulting in collective laughter by my audiences who were already used to Orlando's random mischief deeds on set. My cheek flushed with mostly embarrassment and I growled in annoyance. Immediately Orlando released me and lifted up his hands in surrender.
"Whoa!" he exclaimed with a teasing smirk, his eyes twinkled in mischief and mirth.
Then he winked at me.
I blushed harder when the memory of our kiss last night came into mind. Glancing at my either smirking or gaping or shaking-their-heads audiences, I slightly panicked that they would know about us from the way I blushed.
Orlando smirked knowingly at my internal battle, and I had to refrain myself from punching him on the face.
Heck, didn't he know he wasn't the only one that needed to keep their reputations?!
"You're late. Sit. Down." I ordered through gritted teeth, shooting him a stern, deadly look.
"Yes ma'am!" he saluted with a grin before going to take a seat between smirking Aidan and Luke.
I cleared my throat before continuing the briefing, trying my best to proceed normally. Obviously Orlando wasn't listening. Instead he was sending me a look that was a mixture of knowing, mischief and seduction.
Gah!
It was so freaking distracting. He didn't even budge when I threw him my best murderous glare. If anything, his smirk grew wider and it fueled him even more. So I ignored him.
Ugh, that freaky little tease monkey!
CJ was needed on the main set, so I was left to supervise the whole activity around the temporary set myself. After making sure that everyone and the equipments were settled nicely and functional, I headed out to the deserted deck and enjoyed the scenery of the vast sea.
As soon as I got out, I could see the white fog started to blow everytime I exhaled the crisp, New Zealand air. Despite being in the coldest season in the country, I could never complain. The beautiful scenery definitely paid off all the cold.
The cold, July wind blew and chilled me to the bone, sending shivers along my spine despite the thick material that I wore. I tightened the coat around my chest as I watched the freezing sea water below the deck swishing against the lower body of the moving ship.
I heard the door from the cabin creaked open and closed, then I turned around to find Orlando walking up to me and smiled handsomely.
I turned back, pretending to not caring but I couldn't wipe the grin on my face.
"Hey, luv. What is a nice girl like you doing here all alone?" he whispered teasingly to my ears from behind as he placed his hands on my waist.
"You annoying monkey," I grumbled, earning a light laugh from Orlando before he turned my chin to the side gently towards him and kissed me affectionately with his soft, warm lips.
"Sorry, luv. But seems that seeing you annoyed and mad at me over little things that I do to you has become some sort of a fetish," he muttered with a goofy grin.
I laughed and pinched him on the stomach, but failing since he wore quite a thick coat that looked so good on him. I pouted and he chuckled.
"Don't pinch me, luv. It's no fun. What about kiss me instead?"
Without waiting for my answer he bend in again and grazed his lips on mine deeply for quite some time, making me feel light headed while my heart raced against my chest.
Once we pulled away he buried his face on my hair and I snuggled into his warmth.
"Mmm... You smelled like flower and ocean," he mumbled. "I like it."
"Mmm... You smelled funky like monkey," I teased him.
To be honest, he smelled like the warmth of his signature men soap scent. The kind of smell that I grew to accustomed to. I found it to be calming and for some reason felt... homey.
He pulled his head away to look at me with a wounded puppy pout and I laughed.
"Served you right, for embarrassing me like that back on set," I said smirking.
"Why, luv, you don't like all that kind of attention?" he asked in a faux innocence.
"You know I don't! You can't go around kissing me like that if front of people. Especially since I'm dating Orlando Monkey Bloom," said person chuckled, "...I wouldn't like my face to show up in some kind of gossip magazine with such a scandalous position with you," I chided him, but unable to contain my amused smile.
"Uh huh," was his only answer as he gazed at me affectionately. "Scandalous position like this?" he asked, grasping tenderly at the back of my neck and kissed me again.
"Yeah, like that," I scrunched up my nose at him. "Next thing I know I'll receive death threats and some bloody chicken in the Fed-Ex package sent by your fanatic fans."
Orlando laughed heartily and nudged my nose, his hands brushing my dark hair behind my ear tenderly.
"Don't worry, Lynn," he said as his eyes softened at me, but seriousness in his chocolate orbs startled me a bit. "If that's what you want, the media doesn't have to know. I will protect you."
I beamed and pecked his lips, earning a broad grin from him. "Promise you won't let your fangirls find out and kill me?"
"I never had to hide my girlfriend from public before but, alright luv. I promise to do my best. Scouts honor."
"You never were a scout," I faked a cough. "Girlfriend? I don't think we're there yet." I inquired with raised eyebrows, and to my surprise I witnessed his cheek turned a darker shade of red when he realized his slip up.
"Sorry, luv," he replied bashfully. "I know it require at least a date to be able to call you that," he muttered before quickly adding, "With your consent of course."
I giggled at his unusual bashfulness. He rolled his eyes at me and kissed my lips to silence me before he spoke.
"Speaking of a date, we still have a matter to discuss about it. You know, since we both were awfully distracted last night," he said with a husky voice and I blushed again remembering our long, heated kiss the night before.
Orlando howled with laughter upon seeing my burned cheek and I bit my lip, punching him playfully on his arm. I laughed in embarrassment with him. He spoke again after our laughter subsided.
"You know luv, we still gotta set a date for us. When will be--"
"Oi, Orli!"
We both were cut from our conversation and turned our heads to Martin who looked at us with a scandalous smirk on his face.
"Am I interrupting anything?" he questioned with an eyebrow raised, his eyes glancing at our still intertwined hands.
"Yes--"
"No," I cut Orlando with a grin, releasing myself from him.
"Sorry. Peter called for him. I think there's a last minute change in the script," he informed me with a smile, shrugging.
I smiled and nodded, while Orlando sighed and kissed my cheek.
"We'll continue this later, luv," he said before whispering in my ear seductively. "...Probably in a more secluded, warm, hobbitless place," he changed his voice to sound raspy and menacing like Gollum, "...without some Bagginses interrupting us..."
A snorty laugh escaped me and Orlando smirked boyishly before giving me a deep, chaste kiss.
I watched him walked away towards Martin whose eyes were widened, flickering between me and Orlando.
"Are you two--?" he questioned Orlando in bewilderment.
"You're a buzzkill, mate," he mumbled at him.