Passive Agressive

A/N: Sorry it's been so long. I kept trying to do this second part, but it just wasn't working. I didn't seem to have the time and inspiration at the same time, until now. I want to thank everyone who reviewed, it really means a lot to me. I hope you all enjoy this, too.

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She heard the door open as she swallowed her last bit of white chocolate, but she didn't bother to look up. Threre was no point; she knew who it was, and there was nothing she wanted to say to him.

"So you're still mad at me?" She heard him ask as the door clicked shut behind him. She struggled not to roll her eyes.

"Of course not," she answered, trying to decide if she was sarcastic or not. She figured it didn't really matter, so she just kept reading as he stood there.

"Well then."

She could feel his eyes on her, but she refused to look up. She knew he wanted her to be uncomfortable and look up, or ask him what he wanted...he wanted some kind of reaction. But she wouldn't give it to him. She just kept reading in silence.

He quickly realized she wasn't biting and walked to the end of the bed. Still she refused to rise. As she reached the end of her page he sat down by her feet. She turned the page and continued reading. Orlando gently picked up her foot and massaged it tenderly. She knew he was waiting for her to respond, but she deliberatly continued reading.

She examined him discreetly without looking up from the book. His brown eyes were wandering all over her body. She was sitting up with her right leg bent so she could prop her book up against it, and her left leg was straight in front of her. Orli held that foot in his hands. His dark curly hair fell into his eyes and he tossed his head, trying to get it out of his face. He was wearing a green button up shirt, and she could tell he wasn't wearing an undershirt. Typical she thought to herself. If I don't lay out his clothes for him...

She didn't finish her thought as he crawled up beside her, deliberatly pressing up against her.


"Get your shoes off the bed," she murmered without looking up. She saw him grin out of the corner of her eye as he kicked them off the bottom without looking down. "Thank you," she murmered. She felt him moving close to her and she unconciously tilted her head to the side as his lips pressed against the point where her neck met her jaw. His nose her very sensitive ear, and she struggled to repress a shudder. She closed her eyes as his lips left kisses down her neck, and repressed a sigh when he began sucking lightly on her shoulder.

He moved back up to her ear, and she braced herself before he traced its curve with his tongue. She felt the weight of his head on her shoulder as he burrowed into her neck, but was distracted by the feel of his thumb through the fabric just below her breast. She silently cursed him for knowing her body so well, but opened her eyes and glared determinedly at the book in front of her.

His fingers moved down her side, nearly touching the spot on her stomache that reflexivly spasmed whenever it was touched. She felt him pull back and look at her just as his fingers moved under her shirt.

He kissed her cheek lightly as his hand moved up her stomache. His faced moved in front of her book just as his fingers brushed against her bra. She sighed heavily, trying desperatly to look annoyed that she couldn't see the book. He tried to look into her eyes, but she refused to focus on him. She heard him laugh quietly as he lowered his head to hers. As his lips brushed against hers she felt his hands tugging her shirt over her breasts.

Her eyes closed and she struggled not to arch into his touch, thankful that his hands resting on either side of her chest distracted her from his lips. As his tongue pushed through her lips, she gave neither resistence nor encouragement. She felt his tongue moving in her mouth, and though she gave no sign of it, she was disapointed when he pulled away. She took a moment to get control of herself before returning her eyes to the book she still held clutched in her hands.

She heard him groan and saw his hand reach for the book. She gave a deliberate sigh as she let him take it from her.

"Could you mark the page?" He nodded and bent the page corner before leaning across her to lay it on the nightstand. "Thanks," she muttered, rolling her eyes though he didn't see.

"You sound so sincere," he whispered in her ear as his hands moved down her arms to her wrists, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.

"Oh, I am," she answered, rolling her eyes again so he could see. She felt his fingers gripping her wrists before lifting them over her head, folding them on top of her curls. She held them there and watched as his hands slid down her body to her waist, then moved back up, grabing her shirt and pulling it off. She tried to look disinterested as he looked her in the eyes as he dropped the shirt over the edge of the bed.

He grinned down at her as he moved close, and she fought not to return it. His lips touched hers again, and instantly his tongue moved in and out of her mouth. He moved down her chin and neck, leaving wet kisses in a trail as he moved her arm down to her side. His teeth bit lightly at her collar bone and she repressed a moan as his hand moved down to the top of her skirt.

"Darling?" she felt the words on her shoulder as she felt his fingers pressing under the fabric of the skirt.

"Yes?" she was amazed that her voice sounded as calm as it did.

"Would you like me to stop?"

No! her brain screamed.

"Do as you wish," she said instead.

"Are you sure?"

God, yes!

"I'm sure; do what makes you happy." His fingers moved out from under the skirt to the buttons on the front, and soon it was loose. His lips left their spot on her neck as he used one hand to lift up her hips as his other hand pulled the skirt down to her knees. She watched him move down to pull it off with both hands, letting it drop to the floor. He was sitting down by her feet, and she watched in agony as he lifted her and pressed his lips to the inside of her ankle. She stared at the ceiling as she felt his lips move up the inside of her leg, his tongue darting out occasionally. She felt him slow as he reached her theigh, then stopped as he came close to where she wanted him to be. She was suddenly aware of how wet she was. He moved back down to her other leg and his lips began again. His lips stopped again when he neared her underwear, sucking gently before pulling away. He seemed to sit still for an enternity before he finally climbed up her. She felt him slightly hard agains her as he rested his weight on her, but she knew he was being careful not to let all of it on her. She almost smiled until he spoke again.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

"You know what I like, Orlando," she answered, again amazed that she could sound so calm when she wanted him so bad.

"That I do, love." She looked in his eyes for a moment as she felt him tuck a curl behind her ear. She couldn't decide if he realized he had even done it. It was difficult to stay distant with him when he was so damn sweet. She arched her back as his hands slid under her to unhook her bra. She couldn't repress a smile as he licked his lips as he stared hungrily at her breasts. She felt him harden fully agains her as his warm mouth wrapped around her nipple. She struggled to keep her breathing even as his hand began to massage her other breast and his tongue flicked agains the one already in his mouth. She looked down as his mouth left her one breast. His eyes never opened but his heavy breath brushed against her chest as his beautiful lips moved to the opposite breast. His free hand moved slowly down her stomache and slid over her hip, gripping gently as his thumb played at the elastic of her underwear.

"Are you ready for me?" He hadn't pulled very far away and his lips brushed against her skin, his breathe cooled the wetness left by his warm tongue.

"Whenever you're ready." Her voice sounded a little strained to her this time, and she was struggling desperatly not to pant with the desire she felt.

"Will you help me undress?"

"If you wish it."

"I do," he grinned. "Can you take off my shirt?" She sighed as she struggled to maintain composure as she sat up so that she was on her knees in front of him. She moved her fingers as quickly as she could, and she repressed a groan as his fingers grabed her wrists when she had finished. She watched as he moved her hands slowly up across his stomache and up his chest to his shoulders, quietly relishing the feel of his smooth, warm skin beneath her fingers. He let go of her wrists, and she pushed the green fabric off his shoulders. It fell onto his legs behind him.

"My trousers, please?" She looked at his face as she reached her arms down to unbutton and unzip his pants. She was stopped again when he grabbed her wrists. He moved off the edge of the bed so that he stood in front of her, nearly eye to eye with her. The trousers and shirt fell to the ground.

"Take my pants off as well." She moved her hands under the elastic of the white breifs, still not looking down. As she carefully removed them, her eyes moved unconciously down to see what she already knew by heart. She looked up again as one hand pushed her shoulder and the other held her steady as he laid her back across the bed. She smiled despite herself as he removed her underwear. His hands slid under her knees and he pushed them apart. She repressed the smile as he moved up her body, his hips nearing hers.

He caught her eyes as he pressed slowly in to her. He smiled down at her, and she could hold it back no longer; she smiled warmly up at him. He slid in easily and paused once he was fully inside of her. She struggled to stay still as he closed his eyes and laid down on her. His lips brushed her neck as he finally began to slid back out. His arms moved to either side of her head, holding most of his weight off of her and sheltering her in a world where only he existed. She bit her bottom lip as she fought against her body's instincts, as well as the better part of her brain. She refused to say his name.

He opened his eyes.

"Do something with your hands," he panted as he drove slowly back into her. She moved her arms over her head, around his arms, her hands in her hair. She felt the pace quicken as she watched his eyes roaming her body without stopping. The faster he moved the less control she had. She couldn't seem to breath properly, his scent overwhelmed her and she wanted to taste his lips again, but stubburnly refused. She squirmed unconciously as she fought against her body's instict to thrust into him. She gasped as he reached a terribly fast pace; she was nearly there.

Suddenly he stopped. She wanted to scream before she realized that he hadn't really stopped, he had only slowed to a snail's pace. She looked up at him, silently begging him to begin his fast pace again. He pulled almost completely out of her, pausing there. She thought she might cry if he didn't do something, when she felt his hand on her breast again. All at once he was inside her again and his hand was squeezing her breast almost to the point of pain. She felt her body go over the edge; the warmth that had began in her toes at his first touch overwhelmed her with the fire inside him. She tried to hold it all in, but his name escaped from her throat. She felt him pumping quickly inside her as her walls clutched desperately at him, and she felt his seed spilling inside her, flooding her with more warmth as the burning subsided slowly. She struggled to breathe normally as she seemed to wake up. He lifted himself up again and kissed her gently. She responded vigorously as she decided it was her turn to be aggressive.